Gaelic Storm - The Bear and the Butcher Boy lyrics

Wrapped up in brown paper
Tied up with white string
He would whistle as he went
When he was happy, he would sing well-
Billy Batty was a butcher boy
He rode a butcher's bike
Down Dublin's dirty back streets at
The dawning of daylight
He loved a girl named Lucy
Lucy loved another lad
A soldier tall and handsome
This made young Billy sad
One day a circus came to town
It had a dancing bear billy had to go for he
Knew she would be there
The second he rode up he
Know that something was awry
The crowd was all a gallop
Yelling "Run before you die!"
Well the bear was mad with hunger as
He broke free from his chain
He hade rampaged through the big top
When all at once he came
Across the poor young Lucy
Fallen curled up on the ground
The soldier boy was hiding he
Was nowhere to be found

Now Billy heard her screams and he knew
At once what he must do
He took off on his trusty bike
And to her aid he flew
He cycled right up to the bear
And threw a piece of meat
The bear spun right around and
He caught that beefy treat
He scarfed it down in just one bite
And looked up for some more
Round him circled
Billy trailing sausage on the floor
Just out of reach he kept him
As he lured the beast away
The bear had got a taste
Now brave young Billy was his prey

He would sing- three times around the tent
The creature had stop
He rested and he thought
Then he began to skip and hop
He danced a polka and a
Waltz to everyone's delight
The crowd began to clap and cheer
At such a wondrous site
Billy tossed the bear a lamb chop
And a mighty t-bone steak
The dancing just got faster and
The ground began to shake
He swallowed whole two turkeys
Strings of sausages galore then full
He gently lay down and began to loudly snore
Well the crowd went wild with pleasure
And to our hero Lucy ran
She forgot the soldier boy
Now brave young Billy was her man
Now the moral of this story is
If ya want to win your Lucy
You better have a trusty bike and
A sausage plump and juicy
A sausage plump and juicy
Wrapped up in brown paper
Tied up with white string
Now he never whistles
Every day, every day he sings-
Ah la la diddle dee dum di diddle da
And every day, every day he sings-
La da du diddle dee dum di diddle da
Dum di doop di dum di doo you've got:
Chitterlings and chicken wings
Liver, tongue or tail
Gizzards, skirt or marrowbone
Game hen, grouse or quail
There's trotters, t-bone, legs or thighs
Brisket, neck or jowl
Partridge, duck and turkey
Pheasant, guinea fowl
Rib Eye, round or sirloin
Topside, rump or flank
Bison, goat, rummed and broiled
Porterhouse or Shank
Black pudding, bacon, rashers
Scratchings, chicken feet
Haggis, ham and sweat bread
There's every kind of meat
You've got shoulder, mutton, rabbit
A rack of lamb or chops veil, venison, tripe
And kidney, heart or hocks