The Dubliners - Killieburne Brae lyrics
[The Dubliners - Killieburne Brae lyrics]
There was an old man down by Killiburn Brae
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
There was an old man down by Killiburn Brae
Had a curse of a wife with
Him most of his days
With me foldoraol dol, titty fol ol
Foldol dol dolda dolder olday
One day as this man he walked out in the glen
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
One day as this man
He walked out in the glen
Well, he met with the divil, says
"How are ye then?"
The divil he says
"I have come for your wife"
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
The divil he says
"I have come for your wife"
For I hear she's the curse and
The bane of your life
So the divil he hoisted her up on his back
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
So the divil he hoisted her up on his back
And away off to hell, with her he did pack
And when at last they came to hell's gates
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
And when at last they came to hell's gates
Well she lifted her stick and
She battered his pate
There were two little divils there
Tied up in chains
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
There were two little divils there
Tied up in chains
Well she lifted her stick and
She scattered their brains
There were two other divils
There roaring like bulls
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
There were two other divils
There roaring like bulls
And she lifted her stick and
She battered their skulls
There were two other divils
There playing at ball
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
There were two other divils
There playing at ball
She lifted her stick and
She battered them all
So the divil he hoisted her up on his back
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
So the divil he hoisted her up on his back
They were seven years coming
And days going back
And when they came back to Killiburn Brae
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
And when they came back to Killiburn Brae
Well the divil he capered
And he shouted hooray
Says he, me good man
Here's your wife safe and well
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
Says he, me good man
Here's your wife safe and well
For the likes of herself we
Would not have in hell
Which proves that the women are
Worse than the men
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
Which proves that the women are
Worse than the men when they go down to hell
They are thrown out again
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
There was an old man down by Killiburn Brae
Had a curse of a wife with
Him most of his days
With me foldoraol dol, titty fol ol
Foldol dol dolda dolder olday
One day as this man he walked out in the glen
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
One day as this man
He walked out in the glen
Well, he met with the divil, says
"How are ye then?"
The divil he says
"I have come for your wife"
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
The divil he says
"I have come for your wife"
For I hear she's the curse and
The bane of your life
So the divil he hoisted her up on his back
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
So the divil he hoisted her up on his back
And away off to hell, with her he did pack
And when at last they came to hell's gates
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
And when at last they came to hell's gates
Well she lifted her stick and
She battered his pate
There were two little divils there
Tied up in chains
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
There were two little divils there
Tied up in chains
Well she lifted her stick and
She scattered their brains
There were two other divils
There roaring like bulls
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
There were two other divils
There roaring like bulls
And she lifted her stick and
She battered their skulls
There were two other divils
There playing at ball
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
There were two other divils
There playing at ball
She lifted her stick and
She battered them all
So the divil he hoisted her up on his back
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
So the divil he hoisted her up on his back
They were seven years coming
And days going back
And when they came back to Killiburn Brae
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
And when they came back to Killiburn Brae
Well the divil he capered
And he shouted hooray
Says he, me good man
Here's your wife safe and well
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
Says he, me good man
Here's your wife safe and well
For the likes of herself we
Would not have in hell
Which proves that the women are
Worse than the men
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
Which proves that the women are
Worse than the men when they go down to hell
They are thrown out again