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Me Little Jack Russell

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Me Little Jack Russell Lyrics By Richie Kavanagh.

I had a Jack Russell for 15 years or more,
And he never would let anyone inside of the door.
He was a little devil, a woeful dog to bark,
And when he'd show his teeth he was like a little Shark.

Well he'd wake you in the morning he'd be barking at the cat,
And whe he's ate his breakfast he's lay there on the mat,
He'd be waiting for the Postman he'd never let him past,
He didn't like the postman he'd want to bite his arse.

I had a Jack Russell for 15 years or more,
And he never would let anyone inside of the door.
He was a little divil, a woeful dog to bark,
And when he'd show his teeth he was like a little Shark.

Me old Jack Russell he didn't have no fear,
If he heard a sound he'd always cock his ear.
He'd make you feel so safe in the bed at night,
When Jack was outside you'd know everything was right.

I had a Jack Russell for 15 years or more,
And he never would let anyone inside of the door.
He was a little devil, a woeful dog to bark,
And when he'd show his teeth he was like a little Shark.

Well he'd wake you in the morning he'd be barking at the cat,
And when he's ate his breakfast he's lay there on the mat,
He'd be waiting for the Postman he'd never let him past,
He didn't like the postman he'd want to bite his arse.

   
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