by Warren Zevon and Paul Muldoon. She stood beside my narrow bed. to check my E.K.G.. She shook her pretty little head. At what's become of me. I thought I glimpsed a path that led. Through rhododendron days. And fuchsia nights to the boatshed. In which we two once lay. But she gazed only at my chart. The valleys and the peaks. Brought back the time she broke my heart. In Macgillycuddy's Reeks. But she gazed only at my chart. The valleys and the peaks. Brought back the time she broke my heart. In Macgillycuddy's Reeks. I saw her on Killarney's shore. One morning in July. When I still thought I was a thorn. Trying to find a side. I met her in the little launch. That runs to Innisfallen. Hunched together haunch to haunch. Trying to keep my balance. But she upset my applecart. She kissed me on the cheek. And I was struck by Cupid's dart. In Macgillycuddy's Reeks. Macgillycuddy's Reeks. Macgillycuddy's Reeks. I was struck by Cupid's dart. In Macgillycuddy's Reeks. She was a systems analyst. For a dot com company. She said "You think because we've kissed. I'll be yours eternally. I'll sign another pre-nup. And we'll merge our P.L.C.s. That's why most girls go belly-up. In this economy. But when it comes to a jump start. Your forecast's pretty bleak. The NASDAQ goes by dips and starts. Like Macgillycuddy's Reeks. The NASDAQ goes by dips and starts. Like Macgillycuddy's Reeks. She looked only at my chart. The valleys and the peaks. Brought back the time she broke my heart. In Macgillycuddy's Reeks. Macgillycuddy's Reeks. Macgillycuddy's Reeks. That was the time she broke my heart. In Macgillycuddy's Reeks.