Town of Ballybay


In the town of Ballybay, there was a lassie dwelling
I knew her very well and her story’s well worth telling
Her father kept a still and he was a good distiller
But when she took to the drink, well the devil wouldn’t fill her

Ring-a-ding-a-dong, ring-a-ding-a-daddy-o
Ring-a-ding-a-dong, whack fol the daddy o

She had a wooden leg that was hollow down the middle
She used to tie a string on it and play it like a fiddle
She fiddled in the hall and she fiddled in the alleyway
She didn’t give a damn, for she had to fiddle anyway

She said she couldn’t dance, unless she had her wellie on
But when she had it on, she could dance as well as anyone
She wouldn’t go to bed, unless she had her shimmy on
But when she had it on, she would go as quick as anyone

She had lovers by the score, every Tom and Dick and Harry
She was courted night and day, but still she wouldn’t marry
But then she fell in love with a fellow with a stammer
When he tried to run away, well she hit him with a hammer

She had children up the stairs, she had children by the byre
And another ten or twelve, sitting roaring by the fire
She fed them on potatoes and on soup she made with nettles
And lumps of hairy bacon that she boiled up in the kettle

She led a sheltered life, eating porridge and black pudding
And she terrorized her man, until he died quite sudden
And when her husband died, well she wasn’t very sorry
She rolled him in a bag and she threw him in a quarry


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