Christy Moore - Bridget's Pill lyrics
[Christy Moore - Bridget's Pill lyrics]
Bridget O'Reilly was a fine looking girl
Well, her skin was like ivory
And her teeth shone like pearls
The fellas all chased her in vain til one day
She went and got married to Barney O'Shea
They'd been married a year
When to their pride and joy
Along came a baby, a fine strapping boy
When three years had past
They'd two boys and a girl
How to feed them and clothe
Them made Bridget's head whirl
Bridget went to the priest
She was near desperation
Because of this process of constant gestation
O Father, this business is making me I'll
Would it be a sin if I took to the Pill?
The priest heard her story and
When he had heard it
To higher authorities, perplexed
He referred it
The bishops were baffled, the cardinals too
Not one could tell Bridget just
What she should do
Two years they debated with holy profundity
What should be done about Bridget's fecundity
For now Bridget's children amounted to five
And she scarcely was able to keep them alive
They gave due attention to points theological
Points philosophic and physiological
Til in desperation, the Pope cried, o sod
There's just one thing to do
I'd best go and ask God
So the Pope sent a letter by five penny post
On Papal notepaper, addressed, Holy Ghost
Come send me an answer in double quick time
You can reach me at home, just ring vat 69
The Pope got his answer and
Then he announced it oral contraception
He thoroughly denounced it
All chemical means to prevent procreation
Are banned on the pain or eternal damnation
If we were to allow it, unashamed fornication
Would spread like a flash to
All parts of the nation
There'd be plagues, fire
And famine and moral pollution
Atheistical notions and red revolution
And the Lord knows what women
Would do with their lives
If they weren't kept so busy
As mothers and wives
They might get ideas not
Befitting their station
And wind up in women's or gay liberation
So Bridget, my dear
There's no need for frustration
Because of the banning of this medication
The Church, she is merciful, holy
And gracious surely the old rhythm method
You'll find efficacious
Away now, said Bridget
I'll have none of your row
For I tried it before and just look at me now
Whatever I did, we continued to breed
And she's off to the
Chemists with maximum speed
Now the Church is in ferment
In great trepidation
Lest such thought should spread to the whole
Congregation and they've issued a record
To prevent a schism
By the Pope and the Hierarchy, called
I've got rhythm
Well, her skin was like ivory
And her teeth shone like pearls
The fellas all chased her in vain til one day
She went and got married to Barney O'Shea
They'd been married a year
When to their pride and joy
Along came a baby, a fine strapping boy
When three years had past
They'd two boys and a girl
How to feed them and clothe
Them made Bridget's head whirl
Bridget went to the priest
She was near desperation
Because of this process of constant gestation
O Father, this business is making me I'll
Would it be a sin if I took to the Pill?
The priest heard her story and
When he had heard it
To higher authorities, perplexed
He referred it
The bishops were baffled, the cardinals too
Not one could tell Bridget just
What she should do
Two years they debated with holy profundity
What should be done about Bridget's fecundity
For now Bridget's children amounted to five
And she scarcely was able to keep them alive
They gave due attention to points theological
Points philosophic and physiological
Til in desperation, the Pope cried, o sod
There's just one thing to do
I'd best go and ask God
So the Pope sent a letter by five penny post
On Papal notepaper, addressed, Holy Ghost
Come send me an answer in double quick time
You can reach me at home, just ring vat 69
The Pope got his answer and
Then he announced it oral contraception
He thoroughly denounced it
All chemical means to prevent procreation
Are banned on the pain or eternal damnation
If we were to allow it, unashamed fornication
Would spread like a flash to
All parts of the nation
There'd be plagues, fire
And famine and moral pollution
Atheistical notions and red revolution
And the Lord knows what women
Would do with their lives
If they weren't kept so busy
As mothers and wives
They might get ideas not
Befitting their station
And wind up in women's or gay liberation
So Bridget, my dear
There's no need for frustration
Because of the banning of this medication
The Church, she is merciful, holy
And gracious surely the old rhythm method
You'll find efficacious
Away now, said Bridget
I'll have none of your row
For I tried it before and just look at me now
Whatever I did, we continued to breed
And she's off to the
Chemists with maximum speed
Now the Church is in ferment
In great trepidation
Lest such thought should spread to the whole
Congregation and they've issued a record
To prevent a schism
By the Pope and the Hierarchy, called
I've got rhythm