Sean was lyin' on his deathbed
Sean was lyin' on his deathbed with his lifelong friend by
"Paddy, me dear friend, ye remember that grand case o'
scotch we won at poker when we were in the merchant marine
these many years ago?"
"Aye, Sean, that I do. Some thirty years ago it was."
"Well, laddie, I never told ye, but I set one bottle aside,
and I've kept it even to this day."
"Ah, Sean, heart of me heart, 'tis a fine thing ye've done!"
Paddy's mouth was watering at the thought of having a last
drink with his bosom buddy, a shot of magnificently aged
With great difficulty, Sean raised himself up on one elbow,
reached out and clutched Paddy by the lapel of his jacket
and looked him straight in the eye. "Paddy, me own, would
ye do me one last, dyin' favor, in the name of our true and
Paddy returned his gaze with genuine affection. "Anything,
Sean, ye know ye can count on me."
Sean relaxed and fell back into his bed. "When they lay me
out in that pine box and they lower me down into the ground
and they cover me over with sod, Paddy, me boy, will ye take
that fine bottle of scotch and pull the cork, and pour the
whiskey all over me grave?"
(pause as Paddy swallows)
"Aye, Sean, that I will ... But would ye mind if it passes
through me kidneys first?"