Irish Ballad Lyrics

About a maid I'll sing this song sing rickety tickety tin

... who did not have her family long

Not only did she do them wrong.

She did everyone of them in.

Them in. She did every one of them in

One morning in a fit of pique sing rickety tickety tin

... she drowned her father in the creek

The water tasted bad for a week

And we had to make do with gin

With gin. We had to make do with gin

Her mother she could never stand sing rickety tickety tin

... stand and so a cyanide soup she planned

The mother died with a spoon in her hand

And her face in a hideous grin

A grin. Her face in a hideous grin

She set her sisters hair on fire sing rickety tickety tin

... and as the smoke and flame grew higher

Danced around the funeral pyre

Playing a violin

O-lin. Playing a violin

She tied her brother down with stones sing rickety tickety tin

... and sent him off to Davy Jones

All they ever found were the bones
St. Patrick's Day - Irish Ballad - http://motolyrics.com/st-patricks-day/irish-ballad-lyrics.html
And occassional pieces of skin

Of skin. Occassional pieces of skin

One day she had nothing to do sing rickety tickety tin

... she cut her baby brother in two

Served him up in an Irish stew

And invited the neighbors in

-Bors in. Invited the neighbors in.

When at last the police came by sing rickety tickety tin

... these terrible deeds she did not deny

To do so she would have to lie

And lying she knew was a sin

A sin. Lying she knew was a sin

Just one last thing before I go sing rickety tickery tin

... there is something I think you ought to know

They had no proof so they let her go

And they say she was tall and thin

And thin. They say she was tall and thin.

My tragic

Tale I won't prolong sing rickety tickety tin

... and if you did not enjoy this song

You've yourself to blame for letting me go on

You should never have let me begin

Begin. You should never have let me begin!