Misc Traditional – The Town Of Ballybay (Guitar)

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In the town of Ballybay, there was a lassie dwellin,

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I knew her very well and the story's wortha-tellin.

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Her father had a still and he was a good distiller,

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But when she went on the drink, sure the devil wouldn't fill her.

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With me ring a-ding a-dum, me ring a-ding a-daddy-o,

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me ring a-ding a-dum, whack for the daddy-o.

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And she had a wooden leg that was hollow down the middle

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She used to tie a string and she'd play it like a fiddle.

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She'd fiddle in the hall, she'd fiddle in the alleyway,

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She didn't give a damn, she used to fiddle anyway.

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With me ring a-ding a-dum, me ring a-ding a-daddy-o,

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me ring a-ding a-dum, whack for the daddy-o.

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And she said she couldn't dance unless she had her wellie on,

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But when she had it on she could dance as well as anyone.

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She wouldn't go to bed unless she had her shimmie on,

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But when she had it on she would go to bed with anyone.

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With me ring a-ding a-dum, me ring a-ding a-daddy-o,

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me ring a-ding a-dum, whack for the daddy-o.

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She had lovers by the score, every Tom and Dick and Harry,

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She was courted night and day, but still she wouldn't marry.

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And then she fell in love with fellow with a stammer,

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When he tried to run away, she hit him with a hammer.

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With me ring a-ding a-dum, me ring a-ding a-daddy-o,

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me ring a-ding a-dum, whack for the daddy-o.

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She had children up the stairs, she had children in the pyre

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And another ten or twelve sittin' rottin' by the fire.

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She fed 'em on potatoes, and soup she made with nettles,

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And lumps of hairy bacon that she boiled up in the kettle.

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With me ring a-ding a-dum, me ring a-ding a-daddy-o,

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me ring a-ding a-dum, whack for the daddy-o.

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So she led a sheltered life, eating porridge and black puddin,

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She terrorized her man, until he died right sudden.

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And when the husband died, she was feelin' very sorry

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So she wrapped him in a bag and she threw him in the quarry.

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With me ring a-ding a-dum, me ring a-ding a-daddy-o,

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me ring a-ding a-dum, whack for the daddy-o.