Anyone need a fic prompt?

[feliciakw]

I was listening to some Gaelic Storm today, and "Go Home Girl" came on. I remember hearing this song for the first time at one of their concerts, and I laughed and laughed.

Hearing it today, it spoke predominantly of Dean to me, and it just seems like it needs a fic based on it (appropriately modified, of course).

So, anyone wanna have a go?

Go Home, Girl

You say that you're in love with me, listen to what I say.
You're too young to come with me, I must be on me way.
And stop your silly crying now, how can I make you see
That I'm a gypsy rover, love, and you'll not come with me.

Go home, Girl, go home
Go home

And I met you at the market, when your mum was not with you.
You like me long brown ringlets and me handkerchief of blue.
And although I'm very fond of you, you asked me home for tea,
But I'm a gypsy rover, love, and you'll not come with me.

Go home, Girl, go home
Go home

And your brother is a peeler, and would lock me up in the jail
If he knew I was a poacher and I hunt your lord's best quail.
Well your daddy is a gentle man, and your mammy just as grand.
But I'm a gypsy rover, love and I'll not be your man.

Go home, Girl, go home
Go home

Now the hour's drawing on, my love, your mum's expecting thee.
Don't tell her that you met me here, or I'm a gypsy free.
And let's get off me jacket now, your love will have to wait,
For I am twenty-two years old, and you, you're only eight.

Go home, Girl, go home
Go home

Go home, Girl, go home
Go home
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