The Gay Oul’ Hag
Source: The Stone Fiddle by Paddy Tunney
Location: New Edition, page 124
If you do down to our street inquire at number nine,
And you may pass one and you may pass two,
But the red haired one is mine,
With the rooria, fol da do ada, rooria she’s a gay oul’ hag.
I sat her down on a bed of down, I sat her down right aisy.
Three kisses then I stole from her,
And the last one drove her crazy.
With the rooria, fol da do ada, rooria she’s a gay oul’ hag.
Oh I have no money in my purse and money in my pocket,
And if I have I’m telling you,
From the New Ross girl I got it.
With the rooria, fol da do ada, rooria she’s a gay oul’ hag.
Oh, I have a wife and a darlin’ little wife, and I vow I’ll not foresake her,
But there’s not a town where I go down,
But I’d get one if I’d take her.
With the rooria, fol da do ada, rooria she’s a gay oul’ hag.