song:irish-ballad
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| + | ====== The Irish Ballad ====== | ||
| + | ===== (Rickety Tickety Tin) ===== | ||
| + | by Tom Lehrer | ||
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| + | About a maid I'll sing a song | ||
| + | Sing rickety tickety tin | ||
| + | About a maid I'll sing a song | ||
| + | Who didn't have her family long | ||
| + | Not only did she do them wrong | ||
| + | She did every one of them in, them in | ||
| + | She did every one of them in. | ||
| + | |||
| + | One morning in a fit of pique | ||
| + | Sing rickety tickety tin | ||
| + | One morning in a fit of pique | ||
| + | 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 | ||
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| + | Her mother she could never stand | ||
| + | Sing rickety tickety tin | ||
| + | Her mother she could never stand | ||
| + | And so a cyanide soup she planned | ||
| + | The mother died with the spoon in her hand | ||
| + | And her face in a hideous grin, a grin | ||
| + | He face in a hideous grin. | ||
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| + | She weighted her brother down with stones | ||
| + | Sing rickety tickety tin | ||
| + | She weighted her brother down with stones | ||
| + | And sent him off to Davey Jones | ||
| + | All they ever found were some bones | ||
| + | And occasional pieces of skin, of skin | ||
| + | Occasional pieces of skin. | ||
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| + | She set her sister' | ||
| + | Sing rickety tickety tin | ||
| + | She set her sister' | ||
| + | And as the smoke and flame rose higher | ||
| + | Danced around the funeral pyre | ||
| + | Playing a violin, 'olin | ||
| + | Playing a violin. | ||
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| + | One day she had nothing to do | ||
| + | Sing rickety tickety tin | ||
| + | One day she had nothing to do | ||
| + | She cut her baby brother in two | ||
| + | And served him up as an Irish stew | ||
| + | And invited the neighbors in, 'bors in | ||
| + | Invited the neighbors in. | ||
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| + | And when at last the police came by | ||
| + | Sing rickety tickety tin | ||
| + | And when at last the police came by | ||
| + | Her little pranks she did not deny | ||
| + | To do so she would have had to lie | ||
| + | And lying she knew was a sin, a sin | ||
| + | And lying she knew was a sin. | ||
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| + | My tragic tale I won't prolong | ||
| + | Sing rickety tickety tin | ||
| + | My tragic tale I won't prolong | ||
| + | And if you do not like my song | ||
| + | You've yourself to blame if it's too long | ||
| + | You should never have let me begin, begin | ||
| + | You should never have let me begin. | ||