PROPS GO TO: Daithi

The Woman from Belfast
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There was an old woman from belfast did dwell
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And I know that you know this woman right well
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She went to the doctor cos she could'nt shite
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And he gave her a buid?al and made her alright

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With me fol-diddle-dol, too-ray-li-ay, tra-la-lah!


This decent old lady she went home to bed

She stood on her l?mhs and she stood on her head

But modesty wasn't a badge of our lass

So she opened the fuinne?g and shoved  out her ass


With me fol-diddle-dol, too-ray-li-ay, tra-la-lah!


Now this is the end of this old belfast farce

And about my poor friends undependable arse

If you go to belfast especially at night

Don't mind the bullets, look out for the shite

With me fol-diddle-dol, too-ray-li-ay, tra-la-lah!