This is an old traditional Irish folk song or pub song with lyrics and chords. Great for Irish pubs.

In The Town Of Ballybay

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In the town of Ballybay there was a lassie dwelling.
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I knew her very well and her story's worth a telling.
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And her father kept a still, and he was a good distiller....
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When she took to drink as well the devil couldn't fill her
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A ring-a-ding a doo, a ring-a-ding a daddy
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Ring a ding a doo wack fol the laddie

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She had a wooden leg it was hollow down the middle
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She used to tie a string in it and play it like a fiddle
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She fiddled in the hall, she fiddled in the alleyway
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She didn't give a damn sure she had to fiddle anyway
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A ring-a-ding a doo, a ring-a-ding a daddy
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Ring a ding a doo wack fol the laddie

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She said she wouldn't dance unless she had her welly
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But when she had it on she would dance as well as anyone
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Once said she wouldn't go to bed unless she had her shimmy
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But when she had it on she would go to bed with anyone
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A ring-a-ding a doo, a ring-a-ding a daddy
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Ring a ding a doo wack fol the laddie


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She had lovers by the score every Tom, Dick and Harry
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And she courted night and day but still she wouldn't marry
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Then she fell in love with a fellow with a stammer
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When he tried to get away, she hit him with a hammer
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A ring-a-ding a doo, a ring-a-ding a daddy
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Ring a ding a doo wack fol the laddie


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She had children on the stairs and children in the byre
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And another ten or twelve sitting by a roaring fire
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And she fed him on potatoes and a soup she made with nettles
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And lot's of hairy bacon that she boiled in a kettle
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A ring-a-ding a doo, a ring-a-ding a daddy
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Ring a ding a doo wack fol the laddie

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She led a sheltered life, eating porridge and black pudding.
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And she terrorized her man until he died quite sudden.
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And when her husband died she was feeling very sorry
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She rolled him in a bag and she threw him in a quarry
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A ring-a-ding a doo, a ring-a-ding a daddy
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Ring a ding a doo wack fol the laddie