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I’ll tell you all a story; it’ll give you quite a shock
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It’s all about the murders on the Rings End dock
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The girl in Question was Biddy McGrath
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She strangled two sailors with the straps of her bra
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With me toorayeah, faladiddledah, tooraye ooraye orrayeah
They tried to get her with hell-fire and liquor
But smart as they were, they still couldn’t trick her
She remembered a story, told by her ma
She quickly untied the straps of her bra
With me toorayeah, faladiddledah, tooraye ooraye orrayeah
She tied one around the big fella’s head
And she flung him in the Liffey like a crust of bread
The little fella laughed and he went: Ha Ha!
So she stuffed his gob with the rest of her bra
With me toorayeah, faladiddledah, tooraye ooraye orrayeah
She got home about a quarter to one
Very happy and contented for a job well done
She ups and tells her ma and her pa
Sayin’: Thanks be to Jesus I was wearin’ me bra
With me toorayeah, faladiddledah, tooraye ooraye orrayeah
So if you’re a little girl who likes sailors at night
Make sure that the straps of your bra are tight
Remember the story of Biddy McGrath
Keep one hand on your knickers and the other on your bra
With me toorayeah, faladiddledah, tooraye ooraye orrayeah
With me toorayeah, faladiddledah, tooraye ooraye orrayeah