Darlin'
don't go to the city
You'll get lost there in the crowd
All the boys there in the city
Drink and smoke and talk too loud
The wo men in this city sneak
their whisky from a cup
Oh, is it itty -bitty when
Irish girls grow up?
Have you heard of
Maddy
Gilligan?
She's gone about three weeks
She's painted up her lips
And all the colours left her cheeks
She never goes to
Mass no more, she gave her virtue up.
Oh, is it pity, pity, when
Ir ish girls grow up?
Have you heard about the
Coonies, the
Russells and
Malloys?
Their girls all left the farm and
went to chasing city boys.
Their mothers pray to
Mary, that their girls won't turn corrupt
Oh, isn't it a pity, when
Ir ish girls grow up
Oh,
God forgive me saying it,
but I swear that it's all true
The
Lord should strike me dead,
should this be said, the likes of you
Your lips will not touch alcohol,
it's tea that you shall slup.
Oh, is it heady pity when
Ir ish girls grow up?
Darling, don't go to the city,
You'll get lost there in the crowd.
All the boys there in the city,
Drink and smoke and talk too loud.
And the women in the city
Sneak their whisky from a cup.
Oh, isn't it a pity
When
Irish girls grow up?
Oh, isn't it a pity
When
Irish girls grow up?
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