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Irish Rose


About an Irish girl, there is a song,
This tragic tale won't take too long.
Not only did she do her family wrong,
She did every one of them in.

They called her The Wild Irish Rose.
She lived down where the valley lows,
Where food is scarce and a cold wind blows,
And the grass on the ground is thin.

One morning in a fit of pique,
She drowned her father in the creek.
The water tasted bad for a week,
And there was nothing to drink but gin.

Her mother she could never stand,
And so a poisoned soup she planned.
The mother died with spoon in hand,
And on her face, a hideous grin.

She set her sister's hair on fire,
And as the smoke and flame rose higher,
She danced around the funeral pyre,
Playing her violin.

She weighed her brother down with stones,
And drowned him there, despite his moans.
All they ever found were bones,
And occasional pieces of skin.

One day when she had nothing to do,
She cut her baby brother in two,
Then served him up as an Irish stew,
And invited the neighbors in.

And when at last the police came by,
The murders she could not deny.
To do so would have been a lie,
And lying, she knew, was a sin.

My tragic tale, I won't prolong,
If you did not enjoy this song,
Don't blame me if it's been too long,
You should never have let me begin.





Whos That



Who's that knocking at my door
Moving silently across the floor
Who's that lurking in my hall
Tapping lightly on my wall

Who's that hiding in my shed
Is it something scary, something dead?
Who's that rustling in the dark
Something caused my dog to bark

Who's that crawling up the tree
Peeking in and watching me
Who's that in the blackness deep
Towards my house I hear it creep

Who's that calling on the phone
Looking in when I'm all alone
Who's that giving me a fright
Scaring me so late at night

Who's that in my bathroom mirror
Shadows growing, drawing nearer
Who's that crawling up my stair
I want to look but do not dare

Who's that turning the handle around
Opening my door without a sound
Who's that playing with my toys
They move around but there's no noise

Who's that in my attic room
cracking and rattling in the gloom
Who's that lounging in my chair
It rocks and rocks but no-one's there

Who's that creeping in my window
I hide my head beneath my pillow
Who's that whispering in my ear
My heart beats with tremendous fear

Who's that tugging at my bed
Or is this all inside my head?
Who's that when no-one is there
And something lightly touched my hair

And something brushed against my face
And on my cheek I felt it place
A horrid slimy cold dead kiss
Who's that saying "Who is this?"




I Died For Love



In the city where I did dwell
Lived a butcher boy I loved so well
He courted me, stole my heart away
But now with me, he will not stay

There is an alehouse in this town
I followed him there and he sat down.
Another girl sat on his knee,
He told her things he won't tell me.

And now I know the reason why,
She is more beautiful than I.
But pretty looks, they fade so fast
And she'll become like me at last

There is a bird in yonder tree,
Some say it's blind and cannot see,
I wish that I had been the same,
Before I fell for love's foolish game.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I was a maid again
But a maid again I'll never be
Until cherries grow on an apple tree

And on this cold September morn,
I wish my baby it was born
And smiling on its daddy's knee
While the long green grass grows over me

I went upstairs to go to bed
And not a word to my mother said
My worried mother came upstairs too
"Oh Daughter Dear, what troubles you?"

Oh Mother Dear, how can you know
The pain and grief inside me grow
Oh, what a wretched fool I am
To lose my heart to a blue-eyed man.

At every word I dropped a tear
As I recalled my love so dear.
Oh, what a foolish girl was I
To be led astray by a butcher boy.

My father came home late that night,
And found the house without a light.
He went upstairs, the door he broke
He found me hanging from a rope.

"Oh God! Oh God! What have you done?
Gave up your life for a butcher's son."
He took his knife to cut me down
And on my breast, this note he found:

Oh, dig my grave and dig it deep
Place white lillies at my feet
And at my head, a snow-white dove
To show the world I died for love.