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The Town of Ballybay

   To me ringle dingle dum, to me ringle dingle laddie-o
   To me ringle dingle dum, to me whack for de laddie-o.
   
   In the town of Ballybay there was a lassie dwelling
   I knew her very well and her story's worth the telling
   Her father kept a still, he was a great distiller
   And when she took to drinking, why the Devil couldn't fill her
   
   To me ringle ...
   
   She had a wooden leg, 'twas hollow up the middle
   She used to put a string in and play it like a fiddle
   She played it day and night, played it night and day O
   And when the neighbors told her "stop" she played her fiddle anyway
   
   Now, she said she couldn't dance unless she had her wellies on
   But when she had them on she could dance as well as anyone
   She wouldn't go to bed unless she had her shimmy on
   But when she had it on, God, she'd go to bed with anyone
   
   She'd children up the stairs, and children in the byre
   Another ten or twelve sitting roaring by the fire
   She fed them on potatoes, and soup she made from nettles
   and lumps of hairy bacon that she boiled up in the kettles
   
   She's had lovers by the score, every Tom and Dick and Harry
   She's courted day and night and still she wouldn't marry
   And then she fell in love with a fellow with a stammer
   And when he tried to run away she hit him with a hammer
   
   Now she's led the sheltered life, eating porridge and black pudding
   She terrorized her husband 'til he died right sudden
   And when her husband died she felt so awful sorry
   She stuffed him in a canvas bag and tossed him in the quarry
   
   To me ringle ...
   To me ringle ...
   
   
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