The Wolfe Tones - Little Jimmy Murphy lyrics
[The Wolfe Tones - Little Jimmy Murphy lyrics]
As I walked through Kildare while
The great rout was ragin'
And little Jimmy Murphy
Was the lad who was taken
We’re far from the last rout
From the East to Downpatrick
Where there dies little Jimmy Murphy on
The sweet mossy banks
Killamajing, killamajong
Whiskey fiskey tooraloo
Rank a diddle dare, ol foldare ol foldoe
Now, little Jimmy Murphy was not
Hung for sheep stealing
But the courting of a pretty girl
And her name was Nancy Whelan
We're far from the last rout
From the East to Downpatrick
Where there dies little Jimmy Murphy on
The sweet mossy banks
Killamajing, killamajong
Whiskey fiskey tooraloo
Rank a diddle dare, ol foldare ol foldoe
We were marched through the town
We were marched through the city
With our hands tied behind us
And the ladies cried pity
We're far from the last rout
From the East to Downpatrick
Where there dies little Jimmy Murphy on
The sweet mossy banks
Killamajing, killamajong
Whiskey fiskey tooraloo
Rank a diddle dare, ol foldare ol foldoe
At the foot of the gallows
Poor Nancy was kneeling
At the foot of the rope
Then poor Jimmy was reelin’
We're far from the last rout
From the East to Downpatrick
Where there dies little Jimmy Murphy on
The sweet mossy banks
Killamajing, killamajong
Whiskey fiskey tooraloo
Rank a diddle dare, ol foldare ol foldoe
The great rout was ragin'
And little Jimmy Murphy
Was the lad who was taken
We’re far from the last rout
From the East to Downpatrick
Where there dies little Jimmy Murphy on
The sweet mossy banks
Killamajing, killamajong
Whiskey fiskey tooraloo
Rank a diddle dare, ol foldare ol foldoe
Now, little Jimmy Murphy was not
Hung for sheep stealing
But the courting of a pretty girl
And her name was Nancy Whelan
We're far from the last rout
From the East to Downpatrick
Where there dies little Jimmy Murphy on
The sweet mossy banks
Killamajing, killamajong
Whiskey fiskey tooraloo
Rank a diddle dare, ol foldare ol foldoe
We were marched through the town
We were marched through the city
With our hands tied behind us
And the ladies cried pity
We're far from the last rout
From the East to Downpatrick
Where there dies little Jimmy Murphy on
The sweet mossy banks
Killamajing, killamajong
Whiskey fiskey tooraloo
Rank a diddle dare, ol foldare ol foldoe
At the foot of the gallows
Poor Nancy was kneeling
At the foot of the rope
Then poor Jimmy was reelin’
We're far from the last rout
From the East to Downpatrick
Where there dies little Jimmy Murphy on
The sweet mossy banks
Killamajing, killamajong
Whiskey fiskey tooraloo
Rank a diddle dare, ol foldare ol foldoe