Ghost Chickens in the Sky
A chicken farmer went out one dark and dreary day,
He stopped to sit beside the coup to break along his way,
When all at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye,
It was a sight he dreaded...Ghost Chickens in the sky.
(Chorus)
Bawk, bawk bawk bawwwwwkk,
Bawk, bawk bawk bawwwwwkk,
Ghost Chickens in the sky
The farmer had raised chickens since he was twenty-four
Been workin' for the Colonel some thirty years or more
Raisin' all these chickens then sending them to fry
Now they wanted their revenge... Ghost chickens in the sky.
(Chorus)
Their beaks were black and shiny, their eyes a burnin' red,
They had no meat or feathers, these chickens all were dead.
They picked the farmer up and he died by the claw.
They cooked him original recipe...and served him with coleslaw.
(Chorus)
Tom the Toad
Oh Tom the Toad, Oh Tom the Toad
Why are you lying in the road?
Oh Tom the Toad, Oh Tom the Toad
Why are you lying in the road?
You did not see that car ahead
And you were flattened by the tread.
Oh Tom the Toad, Oh Tom the Toad
Why are you lying in the road?
Oh Fred the fish, Oh Fred the fish,
Why are you lying on the dish?
Oh Fred the fish, Oh Fred the fish,
Why are you lying on the dish?
You did not see the hook ahead,
And now your head is really dead.
Oh Fred the fish, Oh Fred the fish,
Why are you lying on the dish?
Oh Bill the bug, oh Bill the bug,
What are you doing on the rug.
Oh Bill the bug, oh Bill the bug,
What are you doing on the rug.
You did not see the foot ahead,
and now your just a spot of red,
Oh Bill the bug, oh Bill the bug,
What are you doing on the rug.
Oh Sue the Skunk, Oh Sue the Skunk
Why do you make my tires go thunk?
Oh Sue the Skunk, Oh Sue the Skunk
Why do you make my tires go thunk?
You did not look from East to West
Now on the road there's such a mess.
Oh Sue the Skunk, Oh Sue the Skunk
Why do you make my tires go thunk?
Joel the mole, Oh, Joel the Mole
Why did you fall into that hole?
Joel the Mole, Oh, Joel the Mole
Why did you fall into that hole?
You used to be so short and fat
And now you are a great big SPLAT.
Joel the mole, Oh Joel the Mole
Why did you fall into that hole?
The Littlest Worm
The littlest worm
you ever saw,
Was stuck inside
My soda straw.
The littlest worm I ever saw, was stuck inside my soda straw.
He said to me,
don't take a sip.
For if you do,
I'll surely slip.
He said to me don't take a sip, for if you do I'll surely slip.
I took a sip
and he went down
right through my pipes
he must of drowned.
I took a sip and he went down, right through my pipes he must of drowned.
I barfed him up
and he was dead.
I buried him
in my sister's bed.
He was my pal.
He was my friend.
But now he's gone
and thats the end.
The Deacon Went Down
Oh, the Deacon went down, to the cellar to pray,
But he found a jug, and he stayed all day.
Oh, you can't get to Heaven in an antique car
'Cause an antique car won't get that far
Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a limousine
'Cause the Lord ain't got no gasoline
Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a speedy Jet
'Cause the Lord ain't got no runways yet
Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a rocking chair
'Cause the Lord don't want no lazybones there
Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a biscuit tin
'Cause a biscuit tin's got biscuits in
Oh, you can't get to Heaven in an apple tree
'Cause an apple tree's got roots you see
Oh, you can't get to Heaven on roller skates
You'd roll right by them Pearly Gates
Oh, you can't get to Heaven in our row boat
'Cause our row boat won't even float.
Oh, you can't get to Heaven in dirty jeans
'Cause heaven's got no washing machines.
Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a Kleenex box
'Cause God don't like no dirty snots.
Oh, you can't get to Heaven on a pair of skis
You'll shuss right past St. Peter's knees.
Oh, you can't get to Heaven in our Leader's pants
'Cause his pants are full of ants
Oh, you can't get to Heaven on water skis
'Cause the angels don't like hairy knees
Oh I want to go to heaven, and I want to do it right
So I'll go up to heaven all dressed in white
Oh one fine day, and it won't be long
You'll look for me, and I'll be gone
And if you get to heaven before I do
Just drill a hole and pull me through
But if I get to heaven before you do
I'll drill a hole and spit on you
Well if I get to heaven, before you do
I'll plug that hole, with shavings and glue
That's all there is, there is no more
St. Peter said, as he shut the door
Oh there's one more thing I forgot to tell
If you don't go to heaven, you'll go to...bed
And that's the end, St. Peter said
As he closed the gates, And went to bed.
Davy Crockett
Born on a mountain top in Tennessee
Greenest state in the Land of the Free
Raised in the woods so's he knew every tree
Kilt him a b'ar when he was only three.
Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier!
In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose
Addin' their arrows to the country's woes
Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows
So he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes.
Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear!
Andy Jackson is our general's name
His reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame
Them redskin varmints us volunteers'll tame
'Cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim.
Davy, Davy Crockett, The champion of us all!
Fought single-handed through the Injun War
Till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store
And while he was handlin' this risky chore
Made hisself a legend for evermore.
Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier!
Home fer the winter with his family,
Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree,
Bein' the father he wanted to be,
Close to his boys as the pod and the pea.
Davy, Davy Crockett, Holdin' his young 'uns dear!
He went off to Congress and served a spell
Fixin' up the Gover'ment and laws as well
Took over Washin'ton so we heared tell
And patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell.
Davy, Davy Crockett, Seein' his duty clear!
He heard of Houston and Austin and so
To the Texas plains he jest had to go
Where freedom was fightin' another foe
And they needed him at the Alamo.
Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear!
The Philmont Song
Silver on the sage,
Starlit skies above,
Aspen covered hills,
Country that I love.
Philmont, here's to thee,
Scouting Paradise,
Out in God's country, tonight
Wind in whispering pines,
Eagles soaring high,
Purple mountains rise,
Against an azure sky.
Philmont, here's to thee,
Scouting Paradise,
Out in God's country, tonight.
Granny’s in the Cellar
Granny's in the cellar.
Golly can't ya smell her,
Cooking on that dark and greasy stove.
In her eye there is some matter that keeps drippin' in the batter
And the [Sniff] keeps running down her nose.
Chorus:
Down her nose, down her nose,
And she whistles while the [Sniff] runs down her nose.
In her eye there is some matter that keeps drippin' in the batter,
And the [Sniff] keeps running down her nose.
Granny's in the cellar.
Golly can't ya smell her,
Cooking Biscuits on that darn old greasy stove.
In her eye there is some matter that keeps drippin' in the batter
And the [Sniff] keeps running down her nose.
Chorus
Granny's in the cellar.
Golly can't ya smell her,
Cooking Grits on that dark and dingy stove.
On her chins a great big zit that keep poppin' in the grits,
And the [Sniff] keeps running down her nose.
Chorus:
Granny's in the cellar.
Golly can't ya smell her,
Cooking Crabs on that dark and dingy stove.
On her elbow, there's some scabs that keep fallin' in the crabs,
And the [Sniff] keeps running down her nose.
Chorus
Granny's in the cellar.
Golly can't ya smell her,
Fryin’ taters on that dark and dingy stove.
On her left hand there's a boil that keeps oozin' in the oil,
And the [Sniff] keeps running down her nose.
Chorus
Granny's in the cellar.
Golly can't ya smell her,
Cooking Rice on that dark and dingy stove.
In her hair there is some lice that keep jumpin' in the rice,
And the [Sniff] keeps running down her nose.
Chorus
Granny's in the cellar.
Golly can't ya smell her,
Cooking Cobbler on that dark and dingy stove.
Well her glass eye its a wobbler and keeps poppin' in the cobbler,
And the [Sniff] keeps running down her nose.
Chorus
Great Big Gobs
Great big gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Dirty gritty birdies feet
French fried eyeballs floating in some kerosene
And me without a spoon.
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Scab sandwich, puss on top
Vulture vomit, camel snot
Deep dish boogers soaking in a bowl of fat
And me without a spoon.
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Parrot eyeballs dipped in glue
Petrified porpoise puss
Flaming ear wax bobbing in a bowl of barf
And me without a spoon.
I’m Lookin’ Over
I'm looking over my dead dog Rover,
I ran over-ran with the lawn mower.
One leg is missing the other is gone.
The third one is scattered all over the lawn.
No need explaining the mess remaining
Is down on the basement floor.
I'm looking over my dead dog Rover,
that I over-ran with the mower.
I’m looking over my dead dog Rover
Whose dead on the kitchen floor.
One leg is broken, the other is lame,
The third leg is missing, the fourth needs a cane.
No need explaining, the tail remaining
Was caught in the oven door.
I’m looking over my dead dog Rover
Whose dead on the kitchen floor.
He’s The Scout that Never Returned
Let me tell you of a story of a Scout named [name] ,
On that tragic and fateful day;
Put his Scout knife in his pocket;
Kissed his dog and family;
When to hike in the woods far away.
Well, did he ever return?
No, he never returned.
And his fate is still unlearned:
He may roam in the woods and mountains forever,
He's the Scout who never returned.
Now you citizens of [town name],
Don't you think it's a scandal
How ol' [name] got lost that day?
You’ve got to remember; TAKE ALONG A BUDDY,
When you hike in the hills that way.
Or else you'll never return,
No, you'll never return.
And your fate will be unlearned
You may roam forever in the woods and mountains,
Like the Scout who never returned.
Do Your Ears Hang Low?
Do Your Ears Hang Low?
Do They Wobble to and Fro?
Can You Tie Them in a Knot?
Can You Tie Them in a Bow?
Can You Throw Them Over Your Shoulder Like a Continental Soldier?
Do Your Ears Hang Low?
Do your ears hang high
Do They Reach Up to the Sky?
Can you see em from a mountaintop
Against a deep blue sky?
Can you Semaphore Your Neighbor with a Minimum of Labor?
Do your ears hang high?
Do Your Ears Hang low?
Do in the wind they blow
Can Your Ears Hang Wide?
While They Flap From Side to Side?
Do They Wave in the Breeze from the Slightest Little Sneeze?
Do your ears hang low?
Do Your Ears Fall Off?
When You Give a Great Big Cough?
Do They Lie There on the Ground?
Or Bounce Up at Every Sound?
Can You Stick Them in Your Pocket Just Like Little Davy Crockett?
Do Your Ears Fall Off?
Grand old Captain Kirk
(Sung to Grand Old Duke of York)
The Grand Old Captain Kirk
He Had A Thousand Men,
He Beamed 'em To The Enterprise
Everyone stands up
And Beamed 'em Down Again.
Everyone sits down
And When You're Up Your Up,
Everyone stands up
And When You're Down Your Down,
Everyone sits down
And if your beamed just Half Way Up,
Everyone half-way up
You're Nowhere to Be Found.
Alice the Camel
Alice the camel has 5 humps, Alice the camel has 5 humps so go Alice go boom boom boom
Alice the camel has 4 humps so go Alice go
Alice the camel has 3 humps, Alice the camel has 3 humps so go Alice go boom boom boom
Alice the camel has 3 humps so go Alice go
so go Alice go boom boom boom
Alice the camel has 2 humps, Alice the camel has 2 humps so go Alice go boom boom boom
Alice the camel has 1 hump, Alice the camel has 1 hump
Alice the camel has 1 hump so go Alice go boom boom boom,
Alice the camel has no humps, Alice the camel has no humps Alice the camel has no humps
Because Alice was a donkey.
Junior Birdman
Up in the air, Junior Birdman
Up in the air, upside down
Up in the air junior birdman
With your noses to the ground
And when you hear the grand announcement
That your wings are made of tin,
Do you know Junior Birdman
to send your boxtops in.
It takes 5 box tops.
It takes 4 bottle bottoms.
It takes 3 wrappers.
It takes 2 coupons
And 1 thin dime.
Waddley Achee Doodely Doo
Waddely achee, waddeley achee
doodley doo doodley doo
Waddely achee, waddeley achee
doodley doo doodley doo
Simplest thing there isn't much to it, all you've got to do is doodley do it,
Wop not doodley doo
Tip Toe through the Tent Pegs
Tip-toe through the tent pegs,
past the guy ropes, to the lolly,
Come tip-toe through the tent pegs with me...
It might be midnight but I gotta go
even though its nearly ten below so tip toe throught the tent pegs with me
Wish I could find my shoes
So I can meet up with you
Too late I gotta go,
So watch out for yellow snow.
Come tip toe through the tent pegs with me.
The Girl I Left Behind Me
The hour was sad I left my maid
A lingering farewell taking
her silent tears my steps delayed
I thought her heart was breaking
In hurried words her name I blest
and spoke the vows that bind me
And to my heart in anguish pressed
The girl I left behind me
Then to the east we bore away
To win a name in story
And there where dawns the sun of day
There dawned our sun of glory
The place in my sight
When in the host assigned me
I shared the glory of that fight
Sweet girl I left behind me
Though many a name our banner bore
Of former deeds of daring
But they were of the day of yore
In which we had no sharing
But now our laurels freshly won
With the old ones shall entwine the
Still worthy of our sires each son
Sweet girl I left behind me
The hope of final victory
Within my heart burning
Is mingling with sweet thoughts of thee
And of my fond returning
But should I n'eer return again
Still with thy love I’ll bind me
Dishonors breath shall never stain
The name I leave behind me
Join the British Army
When I was young I had a twist of punching chaps with me fist;
The judge says to me I should enlist and join the British Army.
Chorus
Too ra loo ra loo ra loo, they’re looking for monkeys up at the zoo; and if I had a face like you I’d join the British Army
When I was young I used to be as fine a man as ever you’d see;
The Prince of Wales he said to me, “Come join the British Army”
Corporal Duff’s got such a drought, just give him a couple of jars of stout;
He’ll kill the enemy with his bad breath and save the British Army.
Too ra loo ra loo, Me curse is on the Labour crew. They took a darling boy like you to join the British Army.
Boney was a Warrior
Boney was a warrior; Aweigh hey ya
A warrior and a terrier; Jean Francois
He went to soldier school in France; Aweigh hey ya
And there he learned to take a stance; Jean Francois
He fought the bloody Austrians; Aweigh hey ya
The Prussians and the Russ-i-ans; Jean Francois
He went to fight the Russians; Aweigh hey ya
And lost his army in the snow; Jean Francois
A Moscow was a blazin; Aweigh hey ya
And Boney was a ragin; Jean Francois
We met him on Trafalgar Sea; Aweigh hey ya
Demasted him and took his fleet; Jean Francois
We sent him to St. Elba’s Isle; Aweigh hey ya
He decided not to stay a while; Jean Francois
He beat the Prussians squarely; Aweigh hey ya
And beat our British nearly; Jean Francois
It was on the plains of Waterloo; Aweigh hey ya
He met the boy to run him through; Jean Francois
He fought against Wellington; Aweigh hey ya
And now his downfall has begun; Jean Francois
He decided to take a cruise; Aweigh hey ya
Aboard the Billie Ruffian; Jean Francois
He went to live on St. Helena’s isle; Aweigh hey ya
And there he died in exile; Jean Francois
Old Boney was a warrior; Aweigh hey ya
A rorty snorty warrior; Jean Francois
Bound for the Rio Grande
Was you ever in Rio Grande? Weigh for Rio!
It’s there that the river floes down golden sand.
And we’re bound for the Rio Grande
Chorus
Then away bullies away! Weigh for Rio
So fare thee well to me Liverpool girls,
We’re bound for the Rio Grande
So pack up your sea chest an’ get underway,
weigh for Rio!
The girls we is leavin’ can have our half pay;
And we’re bound for the Rio Grande
Chorus
Our ship went a sailin’ over the bar,
Weigh for Rio
We’ve pointed her bow to the southern stars
And we’re bound for the Rio Grande
Chorus
You Liverpool judies we’ll have you to know.
Weigh for Rio
We’re bound to the south’ard and glad to go
And we’re bound for the Rio Grande
Chorus
We’re a Liverpool ship and a Liverpool crew,
Weigh for Rio
You can stick to the coast now but we will not do.
And we’re bound for the Rio Grande
Chorus
Goodbye to Ellen and Molly and Sue,
Weigh for Rio
You park lane judies, it’s good bye to you.
And we’re bound for the Rio Grande
Chorus
Men of Harlech
Men of Harlech, stop your dreaming,
Can’t you see their spear-points gleaming,
See their warrior pennants streaming
To this battlefield
Men of Harlech, stand ye steady,
It cannot be ever said ye
Fought a battle when unready,
Welshmen will not yield.
From the hills come rebounding,
Set to the bugles call resounding,
Our mighty foe he is surrounding.
Welshmen never yield.
Men of Harlech, on to glory,
This will ever be your story,
See the burning words before ye,
Welshmen never yield.
Put Another Lodge on the Fire
(a tent song about a guy who kept burning down his tepee determined to spend a night warm)
Put another lodge on the fire.
Boil me up a baker and marquee.
Wade out in the stream, take a bath and catch pneumonia;
Come one home with chiggers, ticks and fleas.
Walk in the woods and step into a hooter;
Spend all your money at the trading post.
Put another lodge on the fire,
It won’t be long before we have to go.
Don't Forget Your Old Shipmates
Safe and sound at home again,
let the waters roar, Jack.
Safe and sound at home again,
let the waters roar, Jack.
Chorus
Long we've tossed on the rolling main,
now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!
Since we sailed from Plymouth Sound,
four years gone, or nigh, Jack.
Was there ever chummies, now,
such as you and I, Jack?
Chorus
We have worked the self-same gun,
quarterdeck division.
Sponger I and loader you,
through the whole commission.
Chorus
Oftentimes have we laid out,
toil nor danger fearing,
Tugging out the flapping sail,
to the weather earring.
Chorus
When the middle watch was on
and the time went slow, boy,
Who could choose a rousing stave,
who like Jack or Joe, boy?
Chorus
There she swings, an empty hulk,
not a soul below now.
Number seven starboard mess
misses Jack and Joe now.
Chorus
But the best of friends must part,
fair or foul the weather.
Hand yer flipper for a shake,
now a drink together.
Chorus
Yo Ho, Yo Ho (A Pirate's Life For Me)"
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
We kidnap and rob and don't give a hoot.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Maraud and embezzle and even hijack.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
We burn up the city, we're really a fright.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
We're rascals, scoundrels, villans and knaves.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
We're mean old black sheep, really bad eggs!
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters and ne'er-do-well cads.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Aye! But we're loved by our mommies and dads!
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
Tell Me Why
Tell me why the starlit sky,
Tell me why the oak trees high,
Tell me why the sunset hue,
Tell me, Osceola why we all love you.
Because God made the starlit sky,
Because God made the oak trees high,
Because God made the sunset hue,
That's why, Osceola, why we all love you.
Mighty Fine
The biscuits here at Scout Camp,
They say are mighty fine.
One rolled off a table,
And killed a friend of mine.
Chorus
Oh I don’t mind I like the Boy Scout life,
Gee Mom don’t take me home
Please I don’t want to go
Gee Mom don’t make me go home.
The Kool Aid here at scout camp,
They say is mighty fine.
It looks like dirty water
And taste like turpentine.
Chorus
The mosquitoes here at scout camp,
They say are mighty fine.
The big bumps on my arm,
Are where they used to dine.
Chorus
The bed-bugs here at scout camp,
They say are mighty fine.
They feel like Sherman tanks
When they bite on my behind.
Chorus
Grand Old Duke of York
The Grand Old Duke of York, he had ten thousand men.
He marched them up the hill and then he marched them down again.
And when you’re up your up (everyone stands)
And when you’re down your down (everyone sits back down)
And when you’re only half way up (everyone raises up partially)
Your neither up (stand up) or down! (Sit back down)
(Repeat song ever faster and faster)
Cub Scout Spirit
I’ve got that Cub Scout spirit;
Up in my head (point with both hands), up in my head, up in my head
I’ve got that Cub Scout spirit up in my head, up in my head to stay!
I’ve got that Cub Scout Spirit;
down in my feet (point with both hands), down in my feet, down in my feet
I’ve got that Cub Scout spirit down in my feet, down in my feet to stay!
I’ve got that Cub Scout spirit;
Deep in my heart (point with both hands), deep in my heart, deep in my heart
I’ve got that Cub Scout spirit deep in my heart, deep in my heart to stay!
I’ve got that Cub Scout spirit;
All over me (point with both hands), all over me, all over me
I’ve got that Cub Scout spirit all over me, all over me to stay!
Cub Scout Vesper Song
(Tune of ‘O Christmas Tree’)
As the light comes to this land,
On my Promise I will stand.
I will help my pack go;
As my Pack helps me to grow.
I will always give good will,
And follow my Akela still.
And before I stop to rest;
I will do my very best.
The Hills of Osceola
written in 1939 by Edmund Wilkes Jr.
The hills of Osceola are calling me today,
Come back along the Scouting Trail, their voices seem to say.
I dream of woodland valleys, and pathways that I know,
And answer, O-sce-o-la dear, I'm coming back to you.
The hills of Osceola lift up their branches high,
The leafy curtain that they spread is green against the sky.
And when the shades of evening have chased away the light,
The stars above come shining through, God's watchman of the night.
The friends of Osceola have walked the trails with me,
And 'round the campfire we have met in joyous company.
O' friends of rain and sunshine, so loyal and so true.
Thank God for hills and trees and stars -- for Country, Home and You!
I’ll tell me Ma (Irish folk song)
I'll tell me ma
When I go home
The boys won't leave
The girls alone
They pulled my hair
They stole my comb
But that's alright
Til I go home
She is handsome she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courting one, two, three
Pray would you tell me who is she
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
They knock at the door
And they ring at the bell saying
"oh, my true love are you well"
Out she comes as white as snow
With rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye
I'll tell me ma
When I go home
The boys won't leave
The girls alone
They pulled my hair
They stole my comb
But that's alright
Til I go home
She is handsome she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courting one, two, three
Pray would you tell me who is she
Let the wind and the rain and the breeze blow high
And the snow come falling from the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'l get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lot of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all say as they will
For Albert Mooney she loves still
I'll tell me ma
When I get home
The boys won't leave
The girls alone
They pulled my hair
They broke my comb
But that's alright
Til I get home
She is handsome she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courting one, two, three
Pray would you tell me who is she
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
They knock at the door
And they ring at the bell saying
"oh, my true love are you well"
Out she comes as white as snow
With rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye
I'll tell me ma
When I go home
The boys won't leave
The girls alone
They pulled my hair
They stole my comb
But that's alright
Til I go home
She is handsome she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courting one, two, three
Pray would you tell me who is she