Weila weila waila

[liam88]

Easily the sickest song I've ever heard!

Any point to it/true story or something that might make it slightly better?

[sligoman]

Easily the sickest song I've ever heard!

:eek:

That's a great song liam :D

[liam88]

:eek:

That's a great song liam :D
Must have missed the meaning........doesn't this woman stab her 3 month old baby in the head and then get hung for it?

Either I'm missing something or it's just the Sligo sense of humour :D

[Plastic Paddy]

Don't knock it. My mother's from Tubbercurry. :D

"There was an old woman and she lived in the wood..."

:ball: PP

[Gerrit]

Never heard this song :confused: Who is the author ?

[liam88]

Never heard this song :confused: Who is the author ?

Possibly "John McGettigan & His Irish Minstrels".....laods of bands have done i though-lyrics vary slightly-mine is on a Cd right in the middle of a really good versipn of Tell me Ma.

That's the lyrics anyways.......sick stuff! :eek:

http://www.geocities.com/lorettapage/irish/weila.html

[sligoman]

Never heard this song :confused: Who is the author ?

I've only heard it been sung by one artist-The Dubliners

[sligoman]

Must have missed the meaning........doesn't this woman stab her 3 month old baby in the head and then get hung for it?

Yes and your point is what :confused: :D

[noby]

Any traditional song worth it's salt has to have a murder in it, or at least a serious crime. Some gibberish words also helps

Another case in point (one of my personal favourites):

DICK DARBY

Oh me name is Dick Darby, I'm a cobbler.
I served me time at old camp.
They call me an old agitator,
But now I'm resolved to repent.

With an intwing and an inthing and an I-doe
With an intwing an inthing and an I-day
With me rubber bur-rubber bur-randy
And me lap stone keeps beating away.

My father was hung for sheep stealing.
Me mother was burned for a witch.
My sister's a dandy housekeeper,
And I'm a mechanical switch.
With an intwing and an inthing and an I-doe
With an intwing an inthing and an I-day
With me rubber bur-rubber bur-randy
And me lap stone keeps beating away.

Ah it's forty long years I have traveled.
All by the contents of me pack.
Me hammers, me awls, and me pinchers,
I carry them all on me back.
With an intwing and an inthing and an I-doe
With an intwing an inthing and an I-day
With me rubber bur-rubber bur-randy
And me lap stone keeps beating away.

Oh my wife she is humpy, she's lumpy.
My wife, she's crazy, she's cracked,
And no matter what I may do with her,
Her tongue it goes clickety clack.
With an intwing and an inthing and an I-doe
With an intwing an inthing and an I-day
With me rubber bur-rubber bur-randy
And me lap stone keeps beating away.

It was early one fine summer's morning,
One morning just before day.
I dipped her three times in the river
And carelessly bid her "Good day."
With an intwing and an inthing and an I-doe
With an intwing an inthing and an I-day
With me rubber bur-rubber bur-randy
And me lap stone keeps beating away

[gustavo]

dammit i thought this thread was about grease :(

weila weila weila
huh
tell me more tell more

etc etc

[sligoman]

My father was hung for sheep stealing.

He was a Finn Harps fan then? :D

Sorry, just had to say it :o