Irish Ballad
About a maid I'll sing this song sing rickety tickety tin
... who did not have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong.
She did everyone of them in.
Them in. She did every one of them in
One morning in a fit of pique sing rickety tickety tin
... she drowned her father in the creek
The water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make do with gin
With gin. We had to make do with gin
Her mother she could never stand sing rickety tickety tin
... stand and so a cyanide soup she planned
The mother died with a spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin
A grin. Her face in a hideous grin
She set her sisters hair on fire sing rickety tickety tin
... and as the smoke and flame grew higher
Danced around the funeral pyre
Playing a violin
O-lin. Playing a violin
She tied her brother down with stones sing rickety tickety tin
... and sent him off to Davy Jones
All they ever found were the bones
And occassional pieces of skin
Of skin. Occassional pieces of skin
One day she had nothing to do sing rickety tickety tin
... she cut her baby brother in two
Served him up in an Irish stew
And invited the neighbors in
-Bors in. Invited the neighbors in.
When at last the police came by sing rickety tickety tin
... these terrible deeds she did not deny
To do so she would have to lie
And lying she knew was a sin
A sin. Lying she knew was a sin
ADDITIONAL VERSE
[Just one last thing before I go sing rickety tickery tin
... there is something I think you ought to know
They had no proof so they let her go
And they say she was tall and thin
And thin. They say she was tall and thin.]
My tragic
tale I won't prolong sing rickety tickety tin
... and if you did not enjoy this song
You've yourself to blame for letting me go on
You should never have let me begin
Begin. You should never have let me begin!
Balada Irlandesa
Sobre una doncella cantaré esta canción, cantaré rickety tickety tin
... que no tuvo a su familia por mucho tiempo
No solo les hizo mal.
Los hizo a todos desaparecer.
Desaparecer. Ella hizo desaparecer a cada uno de ellos.
Una mañana, en un ataque de ira, cantaré rickety tickety tin
... ahogó a su padre en el arroyo
El agua sabía mal durante una semana
Y tuvimos que conformarnos con ginebra.
Con ginebra. Tuvimos que conformarnos con ginebra.
A su madre nunca pudo soportar, cantaré rickety tickety tin
... y así planeó una sopa de cianuro
La madre murió con una cuchara en la mano
Y su rostro en una horrible sonrisa.
Una sonrisa. Su rostro en una horrible sonrisa.
Prendió fuego al cabello de su hermana, cantaré rickety tickety tin
... y mientras el humo y las llamas crecían
Danzaba alrededor de la pira funeraria
Tocando un violín.
Violín. Tocando un violín.
Ató a su hermano con piedras, cantaré rickety tickety tin
... y lo envió al fondo del mar
Todo lo que encontraron fueron los huesos
Y ocasionalmente pedazos de piel.
De piel. Pedazos ocasionales de piel.
Un día no tenía nada que hacer, cantaré rickety tickety tin
... cortó a su hermanito en dos
Lo sirvió en un estofado irlandés
E invitó a los vecinos.
-Vecinos. Invitó a los vecinos.
Cuando finalmente la policía pasó, cantaré rickety tickety tin
... estas terribles acciones no las negó
Hacerlo significaría mentir
Y mentir ella sabía que era un pecado.
Un pecado. Sabía que mentir era un pecado.
VERSO ADICIONAL
[Solo una última cosa antes de irme, cantaré rickety tickety tin
... hay algo que creo que deberías saber
No tenían pruebas, así que la dejaron ir
Y dicen que era alta y delgada.
Y delgada. Dicen que era alta y delgada.]
Mi trágica
historia no prolongaré, cantaré rickety tickety tin
... y si no disfrutaste esta canción
La culpa es tuya por dejarme continuar
Nunca debiste permitirme empezar.
Empezar. ¡Nunca debiste permitirme empezar!