Oh Danny boy, your pipes, your pipes aren’t rising,
From glans to glans, and down the smooth shaft’s side,
The pre-cum’s gone, and all the skin is drying,
‘Tis true, ‘tis true, it came on your new bride.

(Refrain)
But cum ye’ back when semen’s in the hanging sack,
Or when the legs are wrapped around your back,
‘Tis you’ll be bare on sheets as cool as fallen snow,
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, it cums and goes.

And if you cum, while her sweet puss is waiting,
And when you shoot your semen in her hair,
You’ll cum and cum, her lovely lips a gapping,
She’ll kneel and gulp the jism in the air.
(Refrain)

And you’ll feel it soften when she does her thing to thee,
And all your dreams will warm and sweeter be,
And should she fail to tell you of her love for thee,
Then stick it in and cum again for she.

Then stick it in and cum again for she.