Matron Mother
Oh we love you matron mother,
you're the darlin of us all,
You're the curse of the Bears nation
,
Clannies' bane forever more.
You destroyed me crops and cattle,
And you stole me girlie's doll.
If I could get me hands on you,
I'd kick you up the hole!
Oh we love you Matron Mother,
No one in this world can match her,
She’s trying to take the lives away
From the clannies once again.
We’re not worried about your drow elf horde,
Your ambassador’s gas,
You can keep ’em Matron Mother,
You can stick them up your ass.
Oh we love you Matron Mother,
You’re the cutest girl of all,
Such a pretty fine abandon
I’m sure I should not recall.
When she holds negotiations,
Things they always reach a pitch.
She’s a word in ruination,
Such a schemer, the ol’ bitch.
Oh we love you Matron Mother,
With your corpses piling high,
Your armies getting awful scarce,
You’re losing and that’s no lie.
Now you say that you don’t want a piece,
You’ve been here long enough -
If I was a taxidermist,
Well I’d tell ye to get stuffed!
Oh we love you Matron Mother,
Sure you know a trick or two,
And when you come to Pitlochry,
We know just what you’ll do.
Sure you’ll dress up in your fineries,
And bitch with all your might.
And all of your fancy promises
Are just a lot of s***e !
Oh we love you Matron Mother,
Like you’re old man likes his brew.
Such a lad is husband Helbron,
When he’s had a drink or two.
Sure he’ll take a pint of Murphey’s
And a glass of Loch Tay mist,
And because he sleeps with you each night,
No wonder he’s always pissed!
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(OC Author - Paul Martin)