MacPherson's Farewell
Fareweel, ye dungeons dark and strong, Fareweel, Fareweel tae thee.
MacPherson's time will nae be lang on yonder gallows tree.
Sae rantin'ly, sae wantonly sae dauntin'ly gaed he
He played a tune and danced it roon' ablow the gallows tree.
’Twas by a woman's treacherous hand that I was condemned to dee.
Below a ledge at a window she stood and a blanket she threw o'er me.
Sae rantin'ly, sae wantonly sae dauntin'ly gaed he
He played a tune and danced it roon' ablow the gallows tree.
The Laird o' Grant, that hieland sant that first laid hands on me,
He played the cause on Peter Broon tae let MacPherson free.
Sae rantin'ly, sae wantonly sae dauntin'ly gaed he
He played a tune and danced it roon' ablow the gallows tree.
Untie these bands frae off my hands and gie to me my sword.
There's no' a man in all Scotland, but I'll brave him at a word.
Sae rantin'ly, sae wantonly sae dauntin'ly gaed he
He played a tune and danced it roon' ablow the gallows tree.
There's some come here tae see me hanged and some to buy my fiddle.
But before I do part wi' her I'll brak her thro' the middle.
Sae rantin'ly, sae wantonly sae dauntin'ly gaed he
He played a tune and danced it roon' ablow the gallows tree.
He took the fiddle in both of his hands and he broke it o'er a stone.
Says,"There's nae ither hand shall play on thee when I am dead and gone."
Sae rantin'ly, sae wantonly sae dauntin'ly gaed he
He played a tune and danced it roon' ablow the gallows tree.
O little did my mother think when first she cradled me,
That I would turn a rovin' boy and die on the gallows tree.
Sae rantin'ly, sae wantonly sae dauntin'ly gaed he
He played a tune and danced it roon' ablow the gallows tree.
The reprieve was comin' o'er the brig o' Banf tae let MacPherson free,
But they pit the clock a quarter before and hanged him tae the tree.
Sae rantin'ly, sae wantonly sae dauntin'ly gaed he
He played a tune and danced it roon' ablow the gallows tree.
MacPherson's Lament
My father was a gentleman, of fame and honor high,
Oh mother, would you ne'er had borne the son so doom'd to die.
Chorus:
Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, sae dauntingly gaed he;
He play'd a sprig, and danc'd it round ablow the gallows-tree.
I've spent my life in rioting, debauch'd my health and strength,
I squander'd fast, as pillage came, and fell to shame at length.
Chorus
Farewell, yon dungeons dark and strong, the wretch's destinie!
M'Pherson's time will not be long on yonder gallows-tree.
Chorus
O what is breath but parting breath? On many a bloody plain
I've dar'd his face, and in this place I'll scorn him yet again.
Chorus
But vengeance I never did wreak, when pow'r was in my hand,
And you, dear friends, no vengeance seek, it is my last command.
Chorus
Forgive the man whose rage betray'd MacPherson's worthless life;
When I am gone, be it not said, my legacy was strife.
Chorus
He took his fiddle in both his hands and he broke it all a stone,
Saying there's nae a han' shall ply on thee when I am dead and gone.
Chorus
Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright, and all beneath the sky!
May coward shame disdain his name, the wretch that dares not die!
Chorus
O reprieve was coming o the Brig o' Banf for tae set MacPherson free,
For they set the clock a quarter before and they hanged him from a tree.
Chorus
Maid Of Amsterdam
In Amsterdam there lived a maid—Mark well what I do say!
In Amsterdam there lives a maid, and this fair maid my trust betrayed.
Chorus:
I'll go no more a rovin, with you fair maid.
A roving, A roving, since roving's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a roving, with you fair maid.
Her eyes are like two stars so bright—Mark well what I do say!
Her eyes are like two stars so bright, her face is fair, her step is light.
Chorus
I asked this fair maid to take a walk, Mark well what I do say!
I asked this maid out for a walk that we might have some private talk.
Chorus
Then I took this fair maid's lily-white hand, Mark well what I do say!
I took this fair maid's lily-white hand in mine as we walked along the strand.
Chorus
Then I put my arm around her waist—Mark well what I do say!
For I put my arm around her waist and from her lips snatched a kiss in haste!
Chorus
Then a great big Dutchman rammed my bow—Mark well what I do say!
For a great big Dutchman rammed my bow, and said, "Young man, dis bin mein vrow!"
Chorus
Then take warning boys, from me, Mark well what I do say!
So take a warning, boys, from me, with other men's wives don't make too free.
Chorus
For if you do you will surely rue—Mark well what I do say!
For if you do you will surely rue your act, and find my words come true.
Chorus
The Maid or Fife (The Bonny Lass O' Fyvie)
There once was a troop o' Irish Dragoons
Came marchin' doon through Fyvie o
And their Captain fell in love wi' a very bonnie lass
And her name it was called pretty Peggy o
Now there's many a bonnie lass in the Howe o' Auchterless
There's many a bonnie lass in the Geerie o
There's many a bonnie Jean in the town o' Aberdeen
But the flower o' them all is in Fyvie o
Come down the stair, pretty Peggy, my dear
Come down the stair, pretty Peggy o
Come down the stair, comb back your yellow hair
Take a last farewell to your Daddy o
A soldier's wife I never shall be
I never shall marry a soldier o
I never do intend to visit foreign lands
A soldier never shall enjoy me o
A soldier's wife ye never shall be
For ye'll be the Captain's lady o
And the regiment shall stand will their hats in tae their hands
And they'll bow in the presense o' my Peggy o
It's braw, aye, it's braw a Captain's lady for tae be
It's braw to be a Captain's lady o
It's braw tae rant and rove and tae follow at his word
And tae march when your Captain he is ready o
But the Colonel he cries, "Mount, mount boys mount"
The Captain he cries, "Tarry o!"
"Oh, gang nae awa for another day or twa,"
"Till we see if this bonnie lass will marry o."
It was early next morning that we rode awa
And oh, but our Captain he was sorry o
They drums they did beat o'er the bonnie braes o' Gecht
And the band played the Lowlands o' Fyvie o
Long ere we came in tae old Meldrum town
It's we had our Captain tae carry o
And long ere we came in tae bonnie Aberdeen
It's we had our Captain to tae bury o
Green grow the brik upon bonnie Eithenside
And low lies the lowlands o' Fyvie o
The Captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid
He died for the bonnie lass o' Fyvie o
Mari's Wedding
Chorus:
Step we gaily, on we go heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm and arm and row and row all for Mari's wedding
Over hill ways up and down
Myrtle green and Bracken brown
Pass the shilling through the town
All for the sake of Mari
Chorus:
Step we gaily, on we go heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm and arm and row and row all for Mari's wedding
Plenty herring, plenty meal
Plenty fish to fill the creel
Plenty bonny bairns as weel
That's the toast of Mair
Chorus:
Step we gaily, on we go heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm and arm and row and row all for Mari's wedding
Cheeks are bright as rowans are
Brighter far than any star
Fairest of them all by far
Is my darling Mari
Chorus:
Step we gaily, on we go heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm and arm and row and row all for Mari's wedding
Over hill ways up and down
Myrtle green and Bracken brown
Pass the shilling through the town
All for the sake of Mari
Mary Mac
There's a little girl and her name is Mary Mac
Make no mistake, she's a girl I'm gonna tak
A lot of other fellas they can get upon her track
But I'm thinkin' that they'll have to get up early
Chorus:
Mary Mac father's makin' Mary Mac marry me
My father's makin' me marry Mary Mac
I'm goin' to marry Mary for my Mary to take care of me
We'll all be feeling merry when I marry Mary Mac
This little lass, she has a lot of brass, she's a lot of gas
And her father thinks I'm class
I'd be a silly ass to let them after pass
Her father thinks she suits me very fairly
Chorus
Mary and her mother go an awful lot together
In fact you hardly ever see the one without the other
And the people wonder whether it is Mary or her mother
Or the pair of them together that I'm courtin'
Chorus
The weddin's on a Wednesday and everything's arranged
Soon her name will change to mine unless her mind is changed
And with makin' these arrangements I'm just about deranged
Marriage is an awful under takin'
Chorus
It's sure to be a grand affair, grandeur than affair
There's goin' to be a coach and pear for every pair that's there
We'll dine upon the finest fare, I'm sure to get my share
If not then I'll be very much mistaken
Chorus
Repeat Chorus (getting faster each time)
Master McGrath
Eighteen sixty-nine being the date and the year,
All the Waterloo sportsmen and more did appear
To gain the great prizes and to bear them awa',
Never counting on Ireland and Master McGrath
On the twelfth of July, that day of renown,
McGrath and his keeper they left Lurgan town
A gale in the channel, it soon drove them o'er,
On the thirteenth they landed on fair England's shore
And when they arrived there in big London town,
Those great English sportsmen they all gathered round
And some of them laughed with a scornful "Ha Ha",
Saying "Is this the great dog you call Master McGrath!"
And one of those gents from his nose looking down,
Said "I don't give a damn for your Irish greyhound!"
And another he'd sneered with a scornful "Ha Ha",
We'll soon humble the pride of your Master McGrath
Lord Lurgan stepped forward and he said, "Gentlemen,
If there's any among you has money to spend."
"For your nobles of England we don't give a straw,
Here's five thousand to one upon Master McGrath."
McGrath he looked up and he wagged his old tail,
Informing his Lordship, "Sure I know what you mean."
"Don't fear them dear Lurgan, dear fear them a gradh,
I'll soon cripple their laughter," says Master McGrath.
There stood Rose Of England the Saxon's great pride,
The Master quite easy was close by her side
They led her away and the crowd cried, "Hurrah!"
For the pride of all England and Master McGrath
As Rose and the Master they both ran along,
"I wonder," asked Rose, "What took you from your home?"
"You should have stayed there in your Irish domain,
And not try to gain laurels on Albion's plains!"
"Now I know," says the Master, "we've wild heather bogs,
But Bedad, in oul Ireland there's good men & dogs."
"Lead on bold Britannia, give none of yer jaw.
Snuff that up your nostrils!" says Master McGrath.
The hare ran on with a wonderful view,
And swift as a rocket it crossed Waterloo
Rose gave the first turn which according to law,
For the second was given by Master McGrath
McGrath pace the hare, just as swift as the wind.
He was sometimes before her and sometimes behind.
Then he jumped on her back and held up his oul paw,
"Long live the Republic!" said Master McGrath.
McAlpine's Fusiliers
(Dominic Behan)
As down the glen came McAlpine's men with their shovels slung behind them
It was in the pub that they drank their sub or down in the spike you will find him
We sweated blood and we washed down mud with pints and quarts of beer
But now we're on the road again with McAlpine's Fusiliers
I stripped to the skin with the Darky Finn down upon the Isle of Grain,
With Horseface Toole I learned the rule, no money if you stop for rain.
For McAlpine's god is a well filled hod with your shoulders cut to bits and seared
And woe to he who looks for tea with McAlpine's Fusiliers
I remember the day that the Bear O'Shea fell into a concrete stair,
What Horseface said, when he saw him dead, well it wasn't what the rich call prayers.
I'm a navvy short, was his one retort that reached unto my ears,
When the going is rough, well you must be tough with McAlpine's Fusiliers
I've worked till the sweat near had me beat with Russian, Czech and Pole,
At shuttering jams up in the hydra dams or underneath the Thames in a hole,
I grafted hard and I got me cards and many a ganger's fist across me ears,
If you pride your life, don't join, by Christ, with McAlpine's Fusiliers
The Men Behind The Wire
(Paddy McGuigan)
Chorus:
Armored cars and tanks and guns, came to take away our son
But every man must stand behind the men behind the wire
Through the narrow streets of Belfast, in the dark of early morn
British soldiers came marauding, wrecking people's homes with scorn
Heedless of the crying children, dragging fathers from their beds
Beating sons while helpless mothers watch the blood pour from their head
Chorus:
Armored cars and tanks and guns, came to take away our son
But every man must stand behind the men behind the wire
Not for them a judge or jury nor indeed a crime at all
Being Irish means they're guilty, so we're guilty one and all
Round the world the truth will echo, "Cromwell's me are here again!"
England's name again is sullied in the eyes of honest men
Chorus:
Armored cars and tanks and guns, came to take away our son
But every man must stand behind the men behind the wire
Proudly march behind our banner, proudly stand behind our men
We will have them free to help us build a nation once again
On the people, step to together, proudly, firmly on your way
Never fear or never falter, till the boys come home to stay
Chorus:
Armored cars and tanks and guns, came to take away our son
But every man must stand behind the men behind the wire
Armored cars and tanks and guns, came to take away our son
But every man must stand behind the men behind the wire
The Mermaid
'Twas Friday morn' when we set sail,
And we were not far from the land
When our Captain he spied a mermaid, so far,
With a comb and a glass in her hand
Chorus:
And the ocean waves do roll
The stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skippin' at the top
While the land lubbers lie down below, below, below
While the land lubbers lie down below
Then up spoke the Captain of our gallant ship
And a fine spoken man was he
This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom
We shall sink to the bottom of our sea
Chorus
Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship
And a brave young lad was he
He says, "I've a wife in Boston by the sea
And this night a widow she will be."
Chorus
Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
And a crazy old butcher was he
I care much more for my pots and my pans
Than I do for the bottom of the sea
Chorus
Then three times around spun our gallant ship
And three times around spun she
Three times around spun our gallant ship
And she sank to the bottom of the sea
Chorus
Chorus
Mick Maguire
Oh my name is Mick Maguire and I'll quickly tell to you
Of a young girl I admired one Katie Donoghue
She was fair and fat and forty and believe me when I say
Whenever I'd come in at the door you could hear her mother say
Johnny get up from the fire get up and give your man a seat
Can't you see it's Mick Maguire and he's courtin' your sister Kate
You know very well he owns a farm a wee bit out of the town
Ah get out of that ya impudent brat and let Mister Maguire sit down
Well the first time that I met her was at a dance in Donnahadee
I very kindly ask her would she dance a step with me
I asked if I could see her home if she'd be going my way
But whenever I'd come in at the door you could hear the ould one say
Johnny get up from the fire get up and give your man a seat
Can't you see it's Mick Maguire and he's courtin' your sister Kate
You know very well he owns a farm a wee bit out of the town
Ah get out of that ya impudent brat and let Mister Maguire sit down
But now that we are married her mammy's changed her mind
Just because I spent the money me father left behind
Now she hasn't got the decency to me time of the day
And whenever I'd come in at the door you could hear her mammy say
Johnny come up to the fire come you're sitting in the draft
Can't you see it's ould Maguire and he nearly drives me daft
Sure I don't know what gets in him and he's always on the tear
So sit where you are and never you dare, give ould Maguire the chair
Miss Fogarty's Christmas Cake
As I sat in my window last evening, the letterman brought it to me
A little gilt-edged invitation sayin' "Gilhooley come over to tea"
I knew that the Fogarty's sent it. So I went just for old friendships sake.
The first think they gave me to tackle was a slice of Miss Fogarty's cake.
Chorus:
There were plums and prunes and cherries,
There were citrons and raisins and cinnamon, too
There was nutmeg, cloves and berries
And a crust that was nailed on with glue
There were caraway seeds in abundance
Such that work up a fine stomach ache
That could kill a man twice after eating a slice
Of Miss Fogarty's Christmas cake.
Miss Mulligan wanted to try it, but really it wasn't no use
For we worked in it over an hour and we couldn't get none of it loose
Till Murphy came in with a hatchet And Kelly came in with a saw
That cake was enough be the powers above for to paralyze any man's jaws
Miss Fogarty proud as a peacock, kept smiling and blinking away
Till she flipped over Flanagan's brogans and she spilt the homebrew in her tea
Aye Gilhooley she says you're not eatin, Try a little bit more for me sake
And no Miss Fogarty says I, for I've had quite enough of your cake
Maloney was took with the colic, O'Donnell's a pain in his head
McNaughton lay down on the sofa, and he swore that he wished he was dead
Miss Bailey went into hysterics and there she did wriggle and shake
And everyone swore they were poisoned just from eating Miss Fogarty's cake
The Moonshiner
Chorus:
I'm rambler, I'm gambler, I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me, then leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
If moonshine don't kill me, I'll live till I die
I've been a moonshiner for manys a year
I spent all me money on whiskey and beer
I'll go to some hollow and set up my still
And I'll make you a gallon for a ten shilling bill
Chorus
I'll go to some hollow in this country
Ten gallons of wash, they can go on a spree
No women to follow and the world is all mine
I love none so well as I love the moonshine
Chorus
O moonshine, dear moonshine, oh how I love thee
You killed me poor father, but dare you try me
Bless all moonshiners and bless all moonshine
Their breath is as sweet as the dew on the vine
Chorus
Chorus
Mountain Dew (Real Old Mountain Dew)
Let the grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy way
Just give me enough of the fine old stuff that's brewed near Galway Bay
Come gougers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew
Chorus:
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill, and smoke twirls up to the sky
For the smoke and the smell, its plan to tell that there's poteen brewing near by
It fills the air, with an odor rare, and betwixt both me and you
When home you stroll, you can take a bowl, or a bucket of the mountain dew
Chorus:
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
Now learned men who use the pen, have written their praises high
That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye
Throw away your pills; it will cure all ills, of the pagan, the Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat, with the real old mountain dew
Chorus:
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
Mountain Tay (The Hills of Connemara)
Chorus:
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans
The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran
Run like the divil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising Barney
Keep your eyes well peeled today
The Gumbeen men are on their way
Searching for the mountain tay
In the hills of Connemara
Chorus
A gallon for the butcher, a quart for John
A bottle for poor ould Father Tom
To help the poor ould divil along
In the hills of Connemara
Chorus
Stand your ground, it's not too late
The excise men are at the gate
Glory be to God, they're drinking it neat
In the hills of Connemara
Chorus
Swing to the left and swing to the right
The excise men will dance all night
Drinking up the tay in the broad daylight
In the hills of Connemara
Chorus
Chorus
Mr. Moses Ri-Tooral-I-Ay
The Policeman walked out, oh, so proud on his beat,
When a vision came to him of stripes on his sleeve
Promotion he whispered, I'll try for today;
So come with me, Mister Ri-Tooral-i-ay.
Come tell me your name, says the limb of the law.
To the little fat man selling wares on the straw.
What's that sir, me name sir? Why 'tis there on display,
And it's Moses Ri-Tooral-i-ay.
Now the trial came on and lasted a week.
One Judge said 'twas German; another 'twas Greek.
Prove your Irish said the policeman and beyond it say nay;
And we'll sit on it, Moses Ri-Tooral-i-ay.
Now, the prisoner stepped up there as stiff as a crutch.
Are you Irish or English or German or Dutch?
I'm a Jew sir; I'm a Jew sir, that came over to stay,
And my name it is Moses Ri-Tooral-i-ay.
Were two of a kind said the judge to the Jew;
You're a cousin of Brisco and I am one too.
This numskull has blundered and for it will pay.
Wisha that's right, says Moses Ri-Tooral-i-ay.
There's a garbage collector who works down our street
He once was a policeman, the pride of his beat.
And he moans all the night and he groans all the day,
Singing, Moses Ri-Tooral-i-ooral-i-ay.
My Aunt Jane
My Aunt Jane she brought me in, she gave tea out of her wee tin
Half a bap, a wee snow top, three black lumps out of her wee shop
Half a bap, a wee snow top, three black lumps out of her wee shop
My Aunt has a bell on the door, a white stone step and a clean swept floor
Candy apples and hard green pears, conversation lozenges
Candy apples and hard green pears, conversation lozenges
My Aunt Jane she's awful smart, she baked three rings and a apple tart
And when Halloween comes round, for next that tart I'm always found
And when Halloween comes round, for next that tart I'm always found
My Aunt Jane she can dance a jig, sing a ballad for a sweety pig
Wee red eyes and a cord for a tail, hanging in a bunch from a farthing nail
Wee red eyes and a cord for a tail, hanging in a bunch from a farthing nail
My Aunt has a great wee shop, with luck bags and lime juice rock
Cinnamon buds and yella man, and brandy balls in a bright tin can
Cinnamon buds and yella man, and brandy balls in a bright tin can
My Johnny Lad
I bought a wife in Edinburgh for a bawbie
Then I got a penny back to buy tobacco wi'
Chorus:
And wi' you and wi' you and wi' you my Johnny Lad
I'll dance the buckles off my shoes for you my Johnny Lad
As I was walking Sunday, ’twas there I saw the Queen
Playing a game of football wi' the lads of Glasgow Green
The Captain on the other side was scoring in great style
The Queen called the polis man and had him thrown in jail
Solomon and David they led very wicked lives
They went wenchin' every evenin", wi' other people's wives
But sometimes in the evening, when their conscience gave them qualms
Solomon wrote the proverbs and David wrote the psalms
Napoleon was an emperor; he ruled the land and sea
He was king of France and Germany, but didn't rule Jock McGee
Samson was a mighty man, he fought wi' a cuddies jaw
He fought a thousand battles, wearin' crimson flannel drawers
Johnny he's a bonny lad, he is a lad of mine
I've never had a better lad, and I've had twenty-nine
Now Britain's quite a country with strikes and droughts and such
On day we've got nay water and the next too bloody much
This country's in an awful mess its mortgage to the hilt
If they get their way at Westminster they'll pawn your bloody kilt
Now Johnny is a Nationalist, but Johnny he's no fool
Says, "All our problems will be solved when England gets home rule."
Nicky Kelly went tae Scotland "Doon In The Wee Room" for tae sit
Says, Ronnie Browne, "Gae back to Denver, you stupid, ugly git
Then Geoffrey Kent went o'er tae Scotland, tae play a round of Golf
He met wi' Gordon Menzie who told him "bugger off"
Now feeling sad and lonely, they could'nae take no more
So they spent their travel money on the whisky and the whores
The Queen was in the parlor eating bread and honey
The Duke was in the counting house fiddling' Scotland's money
Johnny was a bonny lad until they took him in
He had his operation and now they call him Mary
My Son Ted (Mrs. McGrath)
"Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said, "Would you like to make a soldier out of your son, Ted?
With a scarlet coat, and a big cocked hat, sure, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?"
With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
Now Mrs. McGrath lived by the seashore for the space of seven long years or more;
Till she say a big ship sail into the bay, "Here's my son, Ted, will ye clear the way!"
With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
"Oh, Captain, dear, where have ye been? ; have you been in the Mediterranean?
Will ye tell me the news of my son, Ted? Is the poor boy livin', or is he dead?"
With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
Ah, well up comes Ted without any legs an in their place he had two wooden pegs,
Well, she kissed him a dozen times or two, saying "Glory to God?, sure it wouldn't be you!"
With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
"Oh were ye drunk, or were ye blind that ye left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it while walkin' on the sea a big fish ate your legs from the knees away?"
With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
"Well, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind when I left my two fine legs behind.
But a cannon ball, on the fifth of May, tore my two fine legs from the knees away."
With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
"Oh, Teddy, me boy," the old widow cried, "Yer two fine legs were yer mammy's pride,
Them stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all, why didn't ye run from the big cannon ball?"
With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
"Well, all foreign wars I do proclaim between Don John and the King of Spain,
And bejasus I'll make them rue the time what they swept the legs from a child of mine."
With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.