Perhaps the best known Irish March, The March of the King of Laois, forms
The basic melodic structure of this song - a warning to Maeve from
Cu Chulainn
People say you're dressed to kill
You're not a girl to come on slow
Once you get the bit between your teeth
You don't feel like letting go
But before you hit off
Let me say you've bit off
More than you can chew
I recall just how you laughed
And you tried to make a fool of me
How you thought you could get away
Without me knowing is hard to see
Though things may look doubtful
You've got yourself a mouthful
More than you can chew
You can give me back my pride
And I will trade you all that's due
Cos like a spider I'm creeping back
Gonna spin my web all over you
And if you take it in haste
You're gonna waste
Aah you can't taste
More than you can chew