Irish Ballad

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About a maid, I'll sing a song    
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         Sing rickety tickety tin
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About a maid, I'll sing a song   
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Who didn't have her family long
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Not only did she do them wrong  
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         She did every one of them 
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in,
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Them in, She did every one of them
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 in

[Verse 2]
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One morning in a fit of pique, 
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Sing rickety tickety tin
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One morning in a fit of pique, she 
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drowned her father in the creek
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The water tasted bad for a week 
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   So we had to make do with gin
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With gin, we had to make do with gin

[Verse 3]
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Her mother she could never stand, 
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Sing rickety tickety tin
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Her mother she could never stand, 
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and so a cyanide soup she planned
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The mother died with a spoon in 
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her hand,  and her face in a 
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hideous grin
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A grin, her face in a hideous grin

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[Verse 4]
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She weighted her brother down with
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 stones, Sing rickety tickety tin
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She weighted her brother down with 
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stones, and sent him off to Davey 
Jones
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And all that they ever found were
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 some bones,   and occasional 
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pieces of skin
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Of skin, occasional pieces of skin


[Verse 5]
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She set her sister's hair on fire,
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 Sing rickety tickety tin
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She set her sister's hair on fire, 
and as the smoke and flames rose 
higher
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Danced around the funeral pyre,  
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 playing the vi-o-lin
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o-lin,  playing the violin

[Verse 6]
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One day when she had nothing to 
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do, Sing rickety tickety tin
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One day when she had nothing to 
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do, she cut her baby brother in two
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And served him up as an Irish 
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stew,  and invited the neighbors in,
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Bors in,  Invited the neighbors in

[Verse 7]
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And when at last the police came 
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by, Sing rickety tickety tin
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And when at last the police came 
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by, her foolish pranks she did not 
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deny
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For to do so she would have had 
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to lie, and lying she knew was a sin
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A sin, lying she knew was a sin

[Verse 8]
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My tragic tale I won't prolong, 
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Sing rickety tickety tin
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My tragic tale I won't prolong, 
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and if you did not enjoy my song
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You've yourselves to blame if it 
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was too long, you should never have 
let me
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begin, Begin, you should never 
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have let me begin