Chords:
{t:Irish Ballad}
{artist:Tom Lehrer}
{key:Am}
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47bKTtIwrO4
{c: Thanks Frank de Lathouder!}
A-[Am]bout a maid, I'll sing a song, sing rickety [Dm] tickety[Am] tin
A-[Dm]bout a maid, I'll [Am] sing a song, [G] who didn't have her [Am] family long
[Am] Not only [G] did she [Am] do them [Dm] wrong
She [Am] did every [G] one of them [Am] in, them [G] in, she [Am] did every [G] one of them [Am] in
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[Am] One morning in a fit of pique, sing rickety [Dm] tickety [Am] tin
[Dm] One morning in a [Am] fit of pique [G] she drowned her father in [Am] the creek
[Am] The water [G] tasted [Am] bad for a [Dm] week
And [Am] we had to make do with [Am] gin, with [G] gin, we [Am] had to make [G] do with [Am] gin
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[Am] Her mother she could never stand, sing rickety [Dm] tickety [Am] tin
[Dm] Her mother she could [Am] never stand and [G] so a cyanide [Am] soup she planned
[Am] The mother died with a [Am] spoon in her [Dm] hand
And [Am] her face in a [G] hideous [Am] grin, a [G] grin, her [Am] face in a [G] hideous [Am] grin
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[Am] She set her sister’s hair on fire, sing rickety [Dm] tickety [Am] tin
[Dm] She set her sister’s [Am] hair on fire, and as the [G] smoke and [Am] flame grew higher
[Am] She danced [G] around the [Am] funeral [Dm] pyre
[Am] Playing a [G] vio-[Am]lin, o-[G]lin, [Am] playing a [G] vi-o-[Am]lin.
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[Am] She tied her brother down with stones, sing [Dm] rickety-tickety-[Am]tin
[Dm] She tied her brother [Am] down with [G] stones, and sent him off to [Am] Davy Jones
[Am] All they [G] ever [Am] found were the [Dm] bones
And [Am] occasional [G] pieces of [Am] skin, of [G] skin, [Am] occasional [G] pieces of [Am] skin
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[Am] One day when she had nothing to do, sing rickety [Dm] tickety [Am] tin
[Dm] One day when she had [Am] nothing to do she [G] cut her baby [Am] brother in two
[Am] Served him [G] up in an [Am] Irish [Dm] stew
And [Am] invited the [G] neighbors [Am] in, ‘bors [G] in, [Am] invited the [G] neighbors [Am] in.
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[Am] When at last the police came by, sing rickety [Dm] tickety [Am] tin
[Dm] When at last the [Am] police came by, these [G] terrible deeds she [Am] did not deny
[Am] To do so [G] she would [Am] have to [Dm] lie
And [Am] lying she [G] knew was a [Am] sin, a [G] sin, and [Am] lying she knew was a [Am] sin
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[Am] Just one last thing before I go, sing rickety [Dm] tickety [Am] tin
[Dm] Jus’ one last thing before I go, there’s somethin’ I think you [Am] ought to know
[Am] They had no [G] proof so [Am] they let her [Dm] go
An’ [Am] they say [G] she was tall and [Am] thin, and [G] thin, [Am] they say she [G] was tall and [Am] thin.
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[Am] My tragic tale I won't prolong, sing rickety [Dm] tickety [Am] tin
[Dm] My tragic tale I [Am] won't prolong, [G] and if you didn’t enjoy this [Am] song
[Am] You've your-[G]selves to [Am] blame if it’s too [Dm] long
You [Am] should’ve [G] never let me [Am] begin, [G] begin
You [Am] should’ve [G] never let me [Am] begin!
