RAP TAP TAP
by Matt McGinn

Chorus
Rap, tap, tap, upon your finger,
Rap, tap, tap, upon your palm,
Rap, tap, tap, upon your hand
And I'll leave you with a blister like a Belfast Ham.

Before I ever took to teaching 
I was a fairly decent chap,
Then they gave me fifty weans
And a lovely length o' leather strap.

'Och!' says I,'I'll never use it,
Weans can all respond to talk,'
I told them that, then turned aroond
And a boy let fly a cake of chalk.

'The boy that threw that chalk,' says I,
'He'll never grow to be a man,
He's far too feart tae show himself.'
But he did, and he threw another one.

To strap a boy's an awfy business,
Everyone's a mother's son,
Take the straps frae a' the teachers -
Issue everyone a gun.

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This is from "McGinn of the Calton" (ISBN 0 906169 15 1), which I don't
believe is in print any more.