Irish Ballad Chords by Tom Lehrer

Heres another of my favourite Tom Lehrer songs, which reminds me inescapably
of my own Irish heritage... (EuripidesToo)



The Irish Ballad  

by  Tom Lehrer

Dm                  F                           C               Dm
About a maid, I'll sing a song             Sing rickety tickety tin
Dm                  C                F       C        Dm
About a maid, I'll sing a song   Who didn't have her family long
    F     C      Dm      F               C                        Dm
Not only did she do them wrong           She did every one of them in,
     C       F         C           Dm
Them in, She did every one of them in


One morning in a fit of pique, Sing rickety tickety tin

One morning in a fit of pique, she drowned her father in the creek

The water tasted bad for a week    So we had to make do with gin

With gin, we had to make do with gin


Her mother she could never stand, Sing rickety tickety tin

Her mother she could never stand, and so a cyanide soup she planned

The mother died with a spoon in her hand,  and her face in a hideous grin

A grin, her face in a hideous grin


She weighted her brother down with stones, Sing rickety tickety tin

She weighted her brother down with stones, and sent him off to Davey Jones

And all that they ever found were some bones,   and occasional pieces of

Skin, Of skin, occasional pieces of skin



She set her sister's hair on fire, Sing rickety tickety tin
She set her sister's hair on fire, and as the smoke and flames rose higher
Danced around the funeral pyre,   playing the vi-o-lin
o-lin,  playing the violin

One day when she had nothing to do, Sing rickety tickety tin
One day when she had nothing to do, she cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an Irish stew,  and invited the neighbors in,
Bors in,  Invited the neighbors in

And when at last the police came by, Sing rickety tickety tin
And when at last the police came by, her foolish pranks she did not deny
For to do so she would have had to lie, and for lying she knew was a sin
A sin, lying she knew was a sin

My tragic tale I won't prolong, Sing rickety tickety tin
My tragic tale I won't prolong, and if you did not enjoy my song
You've yourselves to blame if it was too long, you should never have let me
begin, Begin, you should never have let me begin

From: "Harriet Allen"                   Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2002 01:27:52 GMT