Greg: "And now we're going to play a little song, a very tragic tune about a woman with a wooden leg who dumped her husband in a quarry." Crowd: "Yay!" In the town of Ballybay-hay There was a maiden dwelling. I knew her very well And her story's worth a telling. And her father kept a still, And he was a good distiller.... When she took to drink as well Well the devil couldn't fill her A ring-a-dom a doo, a ring-a-dom a delly She had a wooden leg it was hollow down the middle She used to tie a sting in it and play it like a fiddle She fiddled in the hall, she fiddled in the alleyway She didn't give a damn sure she had to fiddle anyway A ring-a-dom a doo, a ring-a-dom a delly She said she wouldn't dance unless she had her welly But when she had it on she would dance as well as any. Once said she wouldn't go to bed unless she had her shimmy But when she had it on she would go as quick as any. A ring-a-dom a doo, a ring-a-dom a delly She had lovers by the score every Tom, Dick and Harry And she courted night and day but still she wouldn't marry Then she fell in love with a fellow with a stammer When he tried to get away, she hit him with a hammer A ring-a-dom a doo, a ring-a-dom a delly Greg:"Andrew Harkin on bass!" (bass solo) Childer on the stairs and childer in the pyre And another ten or twelve sitting rolling by the fire And she fed him on potatoes and a soup she made with nettles And a lot of hairy bacon that she boiled in a kettle A ring-a-dom a doo, a ring-a-dom a delly She led a sheltered life, eating porridge and black pudding. And she terrorized her man until he died quite sudden. And when her husband died she was feeling very sorry She rolled him in a bag and she threw him in a quarry
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