The Irish ballad Darby O'Gill
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[Verse 1]
About a maid I sing a song
Tickety-tackety-tin
About a maid I sing a song
She didn't have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong
She did everyone of them in, (She did) them in
She did everyone of them in
[Verse 2]
Well, one morning in a fit of pique
Tickety-tackety-tin
One morning in a fit of pique
She drowned her father in the creek
Oh, the water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make do with gin, (Make do) with gin
We had to make do with gin
[Verse 3]
Her mother she would never stand
Tickety-tackety-tin
Her mother she would never stand
And so a cyanide soup she planned
And her mother she died with a spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin, (A hideous) a grin
And her face in a hideous grin
About a maid I sing a song
Tickety-tackety-tin
About a maid I sing a song
She didn't have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong
She did everyone of them in, (She did) them in
She did everyone of them in
[Verse 2]
Well, one morning in a fit of pique
Tickety-tackety-tin
One morning in a fit of pique
She drowned her father in the creek
Oh, the water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make do with gin, (Make do) with gin
We had to make do with gin
[Verse 3]
Her mother she would never stand
Tickety-tackety-tin
Her mother she would never stand
And so a cyanide soup she planned
And her mother she died with a spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin, (A hideous) a grin
And her face in a hideous grin
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