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Town Of Ballybay - Jim McCann
C In the town of Ballybay, there was a lassie G7 dwelling IC knew her very well and her G7 story's well worth C telling
Her father kept a G7 still and he C was a good disG7tiller But C when she took to the Am drink, well the C devil wouldn't G7 fill her
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C Ring-a-ding-a-Am dong, C ring-a-ding-a-G7 daddy-o C Ring-a-ding-a-Am dong, Gwhack fol the C daddy o
C She had a wooden leg, that was hollow down the G7 middle She C used to tie a string on it G7 and play it like a C fiddle
She fiddled in the G7 hall and she C fiddled in the allG7eyway She C didn't give a Am damn, for she C had to fiddle G7 anyway
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C Ring-a-ding-a-Am dong, C ring-a-ding-a-G7 daddy-o C Ring-a-ding-a-Am dong, Gwhack fol the C daddy o
C She said she couldn't dance, unless she had her G7 wellie on But C when she had it on, she G7 could dance as well as C anyone
She wouldn't go to G7 bed, unless she C had her shimmy G7 on But C when she had it Am on, she would go C as quick as G7 anyone
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C Ring-a-ding-a-Am dong, C ring-a-ding-a-G7 daddy-o C Ring-a-ding-a-Am dong, Gwhack fol the C daddy o
C She had lovers by the score, every Tom and Dick and G7 Harry She C was courted night and day, but G7 still she wouldn't C marry
But then she fell in G7 love with a C fellow with a G7 stammer When C he tried to run Am away, well she C hit him with a G7 hammer
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C Ring-a-ding-a-Am dong, C ring-a-ding-a-G7 daddy-o C Ring-a-ding-a-Am dong, Gwhack fol the C daddy o
C She had children up the stairs, she had children by G7 the byre And C another ten or twelve, sitting G7 roaring by the C fire
She fed them on G7 potatoes and on soup C she made with G7nettles And C lumps of hairy Am bacon that she C boiled up in the G7 kettle
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C Ring-a-ding-a-Am dong, C ring-a-ding-a-G7 daddy-o C Ring-a-ding-a-Am dong, Gwhack fol the C daddy o
C She led a sheltered life, eating porridge and black G7 pudding And C she terrorized her man, G7 until he died quite C sudden
And when her husband G7 died, well she C wasn't very G7 sorry She C rolled him in a Am bag and she C threw him in a G7 quarry
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C Ring-a-ding-a-Am dong, C ring-a-ding-a-G7 daddy-o C Ring-a-ding-a-Am dong, Gwhack fol the C daddy o