The Town Of Ballybay (trad.)

In the town of Ballybay, there is a lassie dwellin'.
I know her very well, and the story is worth tellin'.
Her father kept a still, and he was agood distiller,
When she took to the drink, well, the devil couldn't fill her.
With a ring a ding a dum, my ring a ding a diddio,
My ring a ding a dum, Whack fol the daddio.

She had a wooden leg that was hollow down the middle,
and 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 damn, 'cause she had to fiddle anyway.
With a ring a ding a dum, my ring a ding a diddio,
My ring a ding a dum, Whack fol the daddio.
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.
Wouldn't go to bed unless she had her shimmy on ,
But when she had it on, she would go as quick as anyone.
With a ring a ding a dum, my ring a ding a diddio,
My ring a ding a dum, Whack fol the daddio.
She had lovers by the score, every Tom and Dick and Harry.
She courted night and day, but still she wouldn't marry.
Then she fell in love with a fella with a stammer.
When he tried to run away, she hit him with a hammer.
With a ring a ding a dum, my ring a ding a diddio,
My ring a ding a dum, Whack fol the daddio.
She had childer up the stairs, she had childer in the brier.
And another ten or twelve sittin', roarin' by the fire.
She fed 'em on potatoes and on soup she made with nettles,
And on lumps of hairy bacon that she boiled up in the kettle.
With a ring a ding a dum, my ring a ding a diddio,
My ring a ding a dum, Whack fol the daddio.
So she led a sheltered life, eating porridge and black pudding.
And she terrorized her man until he died right sudden.
When the husband died, she was feeling very sorry,
She rolled him in a bag and she threw him in the quarry.
With a ring a ding a dum, my ring a ding a diddio,
My ring a ding a dum, Whack fol the daddio.