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