Irish Water – Song “Five Feet High & Risin” Updated

I thought I would bring you a touch of pure nostalgia this lovely Sunday morning; a sentimentality glimpse, if you will, of the past, which will typify some period in your life, thus returning you to a place of hopefully happy personal associations, a time before Irish Water flooded your lives, if you’ll pardon the simile.

Having listened, I thought to myself, maybe it’s time to refresh this old ballad and bring it more into line with the more modern yet difficult economic climate of today’s Ireland. Let me know if you like it and if any of you have a verse or two to add, to ‘jig it up a bit,’ if you will, sure send me a comment.

“Five Feet High & Risin.” Lyrics Updated – (or “The F.G. / Labour Coalition’s Lament 2014.”)

How high’s the water, Enda?
He said “Two feet high and risin.”
How high’s the water, Joan?
She said, “Two feet high and risin.”

We won’t make it next election when the people vote.
Pee Hogan’s rigid policies just didn’t float.
Our reign is over, watch ‘Independents’ gloat.
Two feet high and risin.

How high’s the water, Enda?
He said “Two feet high and risin.”
How high’s the water, Joan?
She said, “Two feet high and risin.”

Hey, come look through the window pane
Thurles right2water are protesting again.
Hope they catch pneumonia from the pissin rain,
Three feet high and risin.

How high’s the water, Enda?
He said “Three feet high and risin”
How high’s the water, Joan?
She said, “Three feet high and risin.

Well our jobs are gone, thanks to those protesting b‘s.
We’re stuck in Irish water up past our knees.
Best to grab our pensions and shoot the breeze.
Four feet high and risin.

How high’s the water, Enda?
He said “Four feet high and risin”
How high’s the water, Joan?
She said, “Four feet high and risin.

The R498 is gone, north of our Thurles town.
Vehicles can’t pass till the water goes down.
“Greenway” Kelly’s searchin for higher ground.
Five feet high and risin.

Well, it’s five feet high and risin.