Stinkin' of This 'N That

Johnnie from Spiddal, he practiced a fiddle Since he was a tender young age Such talent he held, his parents would tell That he'd have a career on the stage But like all wee lads, sometimes he was bad And went off to play on the flats Come home to a tub all covered in mud And stinkin' of this and that Na, na na na na, na, na Na, na na na na, na, na By the time he was 20, he had played plenty But hardly had money for grub Opportunities gone, he barely held on Playing for drinks in a pub The girls he'd beguile, the lads they would smile And drop the occasional note At closing he'd head off home to his bed Stinkin' of whiskey and smoke Na, na na na na, na, na-he was stinkin Na, na na na na, na, na He turned 25 and took a young bride She told him she'd better to do Then watch while her man kept no better plan Than playing for bread and for brew So he put down his bow and set out to troll Where the money was better a touch With the boat ridin' low, he'd come rollin' home Stinkin' of herring and such Na, na na na na, na, na Na, na na na na, na, na Now Johnny's retired and sits at the fire And gathers grand-children about On the odd special day, his fiddle he plays And watches the boats going out He's old and content, with money to spend And they've both grown happy and fat No more will he roam, just to come home Stinkin' of this and that Na, na na na na, na, na Na, na na na na, na, na