Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh
Chorus
(OH) Granny tauld me stories, when I was very small.
Her lovely way of talking, ye don’t hear now a’tall.
God bless ye, God save ye n’ God leave you your health.
Who wants ta be a millionaire, your health me boys your wealth.
‘Stay wut her Johnny, stay out her”
A timbleman, a comeran, a real cute hur.
A cobbledy dick ye’d never want to let inside your door.
A thin win, a harsh day, a horrid auld mist.
An east wind is neither good for man nor’ beast.
Chorus
(OH) Granny tauld me stories, when I was very small.
Her lovely way of talking, ye don’t hear now a’tall.
God bless ye, God save ye n’ God leave you your health.
Who wants ta be a millionaire, your health me boys your wealth
“And the first time granny seen a television this is what she said”
Was kind of a sorta of a yoke ya know, a kind of a sort of a yoke.
A what ya ma call, what ye ma call, it a kind of a sort of a yoke.
A kind of a sort of a yoke ya know, a kind of a sort of a yoke.
Ah be gor it surely was a kinda a sorta of a yoke.
Chorus
(OH) Granny tauld me stories, when I was very small.
Her lovely way of talking, ye don’t hear now a’tall.
God bless ye. God save ye n’ God leave you your health.
Who wants ta be a millionaire, your health me boys your wealth.
A timbleman, a comeran, a real cute hur.
A cobbled dick ye’d never want to let inside your door.
A thin wind, a harsh day, a horrid auld mist.
An east wind is neither good for man nor’ beast.
Chorus
(OH) Granny tauld me stories, when I was very small.
Her lovely way of talking, ye don’t hear know a’tall.
God bless ye, God save ye n’ God leave you your wealth.
Who wants ta be a millionaire, your health me boys your wealth.