| lyric | Ah! Ggt me down my petticoat, Ah! get me down my shawl,
And get me down my buttoned boots for I’m off to the Linenhall.
Chorus:
With your he was the quare one
Fol the diddle ge’ ou’ o’ dah
Was n’t he the quare one?
I’ll tell you!
Now if he's joined the army all under a false name
To do me out of my pension it's his oul one's to blame.
And if you go to the Curragh Camp just ask for number nine
You'll find three squaddies standing there and the best looking one is mine.
And if you go to the fighting line and there to fight the Boer
Will you kindly hould the Dublins back, let the culchies go before.
My love's o'er the water, my love he's o'er the sea
My love's o'er the water and left me in the family way.
Ah ! get me down my petticoat and get me down my shawl
Get me down my buttoned boots for I'm off to the Linen Hall. |