I've searched around the Internet trying to find the lyrics to Son Oh Son by Boiled in Lead. Now, it may be that they didn't write the song, but it's the only place I've heard it. Since I wanted to put some of the lyrics on my whiteboard at work in honor of St. Patricks day, I transcribed them and am making them available here:

It's up in the kitchen, down in the hall
Billy's the father of his sister's child
Took her down to the merry wood
There he shot his sister dead
He go back to his mother's home
Welcome to me my son, my son
[down by the green wood side]

Son oh son why are you so pale
I've been down to the green wood hunting quail
There's no quail away down there
I've been down there shooting the white tail deer
No pistol kills a deer
Oh Billy where's your sister where?

Oh mother oh mother, make my bed
For I have shot my sister dead
Then son, where will you go
For your father will kill you when he comes to home
He'll burry you under yon hill
If he doesn't kill you I surely will

 Happy St. Patricks Day!

--Ben

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