Pint on Saint Patrick’s Day
Our servers name is Molly,
She works at the Pence and Pound
We were there to have some beers
and dine on beef that’s ground
She is a lithe and lively blonde
in black tights and mini dress.
Her hair tied back in a pony tail
as she seated us, her guests..
But what a sight did Molly make
when she next came into view:
each hand contained a perfect pint
of Guinness’s dark brew
A darling girl, wondrous lass
A Gaelic beauty too
I’d testify that St. Pauli girl
can not compare to you.
But I’ll sit here and sip my beer
Too old to give offense
We’ll stay and have a round or three
And spend more pounds then pence.
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 11:58 AM UTC
Pint on Saint Patrick’s Day
Our servers name is Molly,
She works at the Pence and Pound
We were there to have some beers
and dine on beef that’s ground
She is a lithe and lively blonde
in black tights and mini dress.
Her hair tied back in a pony tail
as she seated us, her guests..
But what a sight did Molly make
when she next came into view:
each hand contained a perfect pint
of Guinness’s dark brew
A darling girl, wondrous lass
A Gaelic beauty too
I’d testify that St. Pauli girl
can not compare to you.
But I’ll sit here and sip my beer
Too old to give offense
We’ll stay and have a round or three
And spend more pounds then pence.
The Pound and Pence is a popular lunch spot not far from the New York office of the Federal Reserve
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