Brian O'Rourke
Oh I fell in love last Christmas, in fact three days after Christmas
Yes I fell in love last Christmas over brandy and port wine
And I kissed my love soon after, amid lots of craic and laughter
We were swinging from the rafters to the tune of Auld Lang Syne
Oh she loves me very dearly, very truly and sincerely
There is no one in this wide world I would sooner have called mine
So I drew out all my savings, and I splashed out on carnations
And I made my presentation on the feast of Valentine
Well she looked at my carnations, my lovely pink and cream carnations
Yes she looked at my carnations, she was bristling like a porcupine
She said "you can stick your oul carnations, your smell-less force-fed Dutch carnations
That were dragged up in some greenhouse on the banks of the Rhine"
Oh you big thick ignorant gobshite, you great double-barrelled gobshite
You all-Ireland champion gobshite, you have no brains, backbone or spine
Why didn't you pluck me one wild snowdrop, a wild daffodil or a snowdrop
And leave that bunch of weeds to wither on the banks of the Rhine
Then she took my grand carnations, my lovely pink and cream carnations
Proof of my infatuation that cost me two pounds ninety-nine
And where she stuck them carnations, I'll leave to your imagination
But our amorous relations went into terminal decline
On my grave there grows a snowdrop, a wild daffodil and a snowdrop
And my love she sheds the odd teardrop when the day is nice and fine
But this morning by the hokey, on my grave she placed a bouquet
Of carnations cream and rosy from the banks of the Rhine
Oh she loves me very dearly, very truly and sincerely
But isn't it a wee bit late to be shedding tears now after treating me like a swine
And after all this humiliation, if I've to face reincarnation
I'll fall in love with some fair maiden from the banks of the Rhine
