The Ugly Mrs Fen

C F One cold March morning I crossed Old Miller's Moor G C With me shepherd dog Clancey, on a distasteful chore. C F Me mother sent me out with some soup for Mrs. FeN G C Who’s husband fell on his dicky and couldn't get up again. C F St. Patrick lead me to the gates, St. Peter let me in, G C For I don't want to see the face of ugly Mrs. Fen C F She comes from France, and she wears pants, and smells like fishermen G C St. Patrick lead me to the gates, St. Peter let me in. C F I knocked three times and Mrs. Fen opened up the door G C A nastier, ugly hag I had never seen before! C F She had hairy moles and blackened teeth and weighed 900 pounds G C Poor Clancey took one look at her and fell dead to the ground! C F St. Patrick lead me to the gates, St. Peter let me in, G C For I don't want to see the face of ugly Mrs. Fen C F She drinks from kegs, has hairy legs, and a hideous devil's grin! G C St. Patrick lead me to the gates, St. Peter let me in. C F She took the soup from my hands and bid me do come in, G C "It might make me husband smile, if you paid your respects to him." C F So I took off me cap and coat, and walked over to his bed.. G C He whispered to me, "Closer lad.." and this is what he said, C F "St. Patrick lead me to the gates St. Peter let me in, G C For I can't stand another day, livin with Mrs. Fen! C F Me outlook is iffy, I've naryastiffy since me drunken wedding, friend! G C St. Patrick lead me to the gates St. Peter let me in!" C F I felt so sorry for the man, I started in to cry, G C I reached into me pocket for me traveler o' Rye C F We drank and we cried together till our eyes were red and sore! G C We drank so much that we couldn't see her ugly face no more! C F St. Patrick lead me to the gates, St. Peter let me in, G C For I don't want to see the face of ugly Mrs. Fen C F St. Patrick lead me to the gates, St. Peter let me in, G C For I don't want to see the face of ugly Mrs. Fen