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!
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