BLESS YOU MY SON


You tell me, I'm not good enough for you, 
What can I do?
Shiddle iddle ay shiddle iddle oh,
I got so sick I told a Vicar her dad, 
I must be mad,
Shiddle iddle ay shiddle iddle oh...
 
He just said don't worry your head
There'll be another girl instead
Trust in God the father and the son
Get out of her life and Bless you my soon...
 
You always said you wanted a steady boyfriend,
Now don't pretend
Shiddle iddle ay shiddle iddle oh,
I took the path up to the Cathedral where, 
He stood there,
Shiddle iddle ay shiddle iddle oh...
 
He just said don't worry your head
There'll be another girl instead
Trust in God the father and the son
Get out of her life and Bless you my soon...
 
I ever thought, that I would be courting with you, 
But it's true
Shiddle iddle ay shiddle iddle oh,
But it went bad because her dad he saw me 
With her you see,
Shiddle iddle ay shiddle iddle oh...

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