The Dubliners
The Dubliners - The Louse House At Kilkenny lyrics
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Oh, the first of me downfall I set out the door I straight made me way on for Carrick-on-Suir Going out by Rathronan 'twas late in the night Going out the West Gate for to view the gaslight Radley fal the diddle ay Radley fal the diddle airo I went to the town's hall to see the big lamp And who should I meet but a bloody big tramp I finally stepped over and to him I said: "Will you kindly direct me to where I'll get a bed?" Radley fal the diddle ay Radley fal the diddle airo 'Twas then he directed me down to Cooks Lane To where old Buck St John kept an old sleeping cage From out of the door was a small piece of board Hung out on two nails with a short piece of cord Radley fal the diddle ay Radley fal the diddle airo I looked up and down till I found out the door And a queerer old household sure I ne'er saw before Then the Misses came out and these words to me said: "If you give me three coppers, sure I'll give you a bed" Radley fal the diddle ay Radley fal the diddle airo Well I then stood aside with me back to the wall And the next thing I saw was an oul cobbler's stall And there was the cobbler and he mending his brogues With his hammers and pinchers all laid in a row Radley fal the diddle ay Radley fal the diddle airo Then she brought me upstairs and she put out the light And in less than five minutes I had to show fight And in less than five more when the story was best The fleas came around me and brought me a curse Radley fal the diddle ay Radley fal the diddle airo 'Twas all around me body they formed a march 'Twas all around me body they played the Death march For the bloody oul major gave me such a pick That he nearly made away with half of me hip Radley fal the diddle ay Radley fal the diddle airo Now I'm going to me study, these lines to pen down And if any poor traveller should e'er come to town And if any poor traveller should be nighted like me Beware of Buck St John and his black cavalry Radley fal the diddle ay Radley fal the diddle airo