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dubliners - killieburne brae lyrics

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there was an old man down by killiburn brae
riteful, riteful, t-tty folday
there was an old man down by killiburn brae
had a curse of a wife with him most of his days

with me foldoraol dol, t-tty fol ol
foldol dol dolda dolder olday

one day as this man he walked out in the glen
riteful, riteful, t-tty folday
one day as this man, he walked out in the glen
well, he met with the divil, says, “how are ye then?”

the divil he says, “i have come for your wife”
riteful, riteful, t-tty folday
the divil he says, “i have come for your wife”
for i hear she’s the curse and the bane of your life

so the divil he hoisted her up on his back
riteful, riteful, t-tty folday
so the divil he hoisted her up on his back
and away off to h-ll, with her he did pack

and when at last they came to h-ll’s gates
riteful, riteful, t-tty folday
and when at last they came to h-ll’s gates
well she lifted her stick and she battered his pate

there were two little divils there tied up in chains
riteful, riteful, t-tty folday
there were two little divils there tied up in chains
well she lifted her stick and she scattered their brains

there were two other divils there roaring like bulls
riteful, riteful, t-tty folday
there were two other divils there roaring like bulls
and she lifted her stick and she battered their skulls

there were two other divils there playing at ball
riteful, riteful, t-tty folday
there were two other divils there playing at ball
she lifted her stick and she battered them all

so the divil he hoisted her up on his back
riteful, riteful, t-tty folday
so the divil he hoisted her up on his back
they were seven years coming and days going back

and when they came back to killiburn brae
riteful, riteful, t-tty folday
and when they came back to killiburn brae
well the divil he capered and he shouted hooray

says he, me good man, here’s your wife safe and well
riteful, riteful, t-tty folday
says he, me good man, here’s your wife safe and well
for the likes of herself we would not have in h-ll

which proves that the women are worse than the men
riteful, riteful, t-tty folday
which proves that the women are worse than the men
when they go down to h-ll they are thrown out again

- dubliners lyrics

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