Widow of Donaghadee

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There was an old widow from Donaghadee
And in her back garden, a row of plumb trees
But the widow’s big dog was tied to its roots
And the town ladies, they wore a nip of its tooth
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-lee
Oh it’s six miles from Bangor to Donaghadee

So she bought a wee horse and she went thro’ the town
Selling apples and oranges all the way round
And she’d crack her old whip and sit twisting her thumbs
’Till the town folk were shy of her garden and plums
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-lee
Oh it’s six miles from Bangor to Donaghadee

But one day, a ship sailed in close to the quay
It had run from a voyage far away on the sea
The poor half-starved sailors, they made for the shore
And dropped like the devil on the old widow’s door
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-lee
Oh it’s six miles from Bangor to Donaghadee

She gave them some soup and she gave them some tea
She dry baked the oaten as quick as could be
A quart of fine whiskey as they picked up the crumbs
Then from her back garden, she brought in her plums
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-lee
Oh it’s six miles from Bangor to Donaghadee

They ate all those plums till their tummies were sore
In anger the skipper made for the back door
He cursed and he raved and he tore up the root
And a hundred bright sovreigns, he picked up as loot
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-lee
Oh it’s six miles from Bangor to Donaghadee

And now all you listeners, take warning from me
I sailed round the world and on many a sea
Many plums I have sampled as ripe as could be
But the best plums of all came from Donaghadee
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-lee
Oh it’s six miles from Bangor to Donaghadee


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