Easily the sickest song I've ever heard!
Any point to it/true story or something that might make it slightly better?
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Easily the sickest song I've ever heard!
Any point to it/true story or something that might make it slightly better?
:eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by liam88
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?Quote:
Originally Posted by sligoman
Either I'm missing something or it's just the Sligo sense of humour :D
Don't knock it. My mother's from Tubbercurry. :D
"There was an old woman and she lived in the wood..."
:ball: PP
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.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gerrit
That's the lyrics anyways.......sick stuff! :eek:
http://www.geocities.com/lorettapage/irish/weila.html
I've only heard it been sung by one artist-The DublinersQuote:
Originally Posted by Gerrit
Yes and your point is what :confused: :DQuote:
Originally Posted by liam88
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
dammit i thought this thread was about grease :(
weila weila weila
huh
tell me more tell more
etc etc
He was a Finn Harps fan then? :DQuote:
Originally Posted by noby
Sorry, just had to say it :o