The Pot bellied stove

Clancy dwelt beside the river
in a shanty in a grove
His scores for heat and cookin'
was an old pot-bellied stove
He'd chop wood all the Summer
then he'd stash it in his shed
come the Winter he'd go fetch it
with the aid of a wee shed
Now his wife was none to faithful
and she'd sneak out to the bars
Shure, she had a festination
for men with fancy cars
His woman and his wood stove
gave him fits there was no doubt
that while he was watchin' one
of them... the other would go out

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