BIDDY MCGRATH

BIDDY MCGRATH

by

Matt McGinn

Well, have you heard of Biddy McGrath?

She strangled two sailors with the straps of her bra

She tied one strap around the little fella's head

And she threw him in the Liffey like a crust of bread

With yer too-ri-a fal the diddle da

Too-ri-oor-ri oor-ri -a

With yer too-ri-a fal the diddle da

Too-ri-oor-ri oor-ri -a

Biddy turned round on the big fella then

She took him in her fingers like a ball-point pen

She twirled him north and she twirled him south

Then she tied the other strap around the poor fella's mouth

With yer too-ri-a fal the diddle da

Too-ri-oor-ri oor-ri -a

With yer too-ri-a fal the diddle da

Too-ri-oor-ri oor-ri -a

The policeman said to Biddy McGrath,

'What's this you've been doing with the straps of your bra?'

Says she, 'Get along and on with yer job'

And she stuffed the remainder in the policeman's gob

With yer too-ri-a fal the diddle da

Too-ri-oor-ri oor-ri -a

With yer too-ri-a fal the diddle da

Too-ri-oor-ri oor-ri -a

The judge he said to Biddy McGrath

'Yer a thorough disgrace to yer ma and pa'

Says she, 'Them sailors were feeding me the cure

And treating me as if I were…a lady'

With yer too-ri-a fal the diddle da

Too-ri-oor-ri oor-ri -a

With yer too-ri-a fal the diddle da

Too-ri-oor-ri oor-ri -a

So if you're ever in Dublin town

Where Nelson's column used to be found

And you come across a girl with a brand new bra

Beware if her name be Biddy McGrath

With yer too-ri-a fal the diddle da

Too-ri-oor-ri oor-ri -a

With yer too-ri-a fal the diddle da

Too-ri-oor-ri oor-ri -a