[Lyric] The Gay Old hag (Robbie OConnell)

If you come down to our street inquire at number nine
And you may ask one and you may ask two but the red-haired one is mine
With the roo-rye-ah, fa-the-diddle-dah, roo-rye-ah she's a gay old hag

I sat her down in a bed of down, I sat her down quite hazy
Three kisses then I stole from her, the last one drove her crazy
With the roo-rye-ah, fa-the-diddle-dah, roo-rye-ah she's a gay old hag

And I have a wife and a pretty little wife and I wa' well not forsake her
But there's not a town that I go down but to get one if I take her
With the roo-rye-ah, fa-the-diddle-dah, roo-rye-ah she's a gay old hag

And I have money in purse, money in my pocket
And If I have, I'm telling you, from the new ross girl I got it
With the roo-rye-ah, fa-the-diddle-dah, roo-rye-ah she's a gay old hag

If you come down to our street inquire at number nine
And you may ask one and you may ask two but the red-haired one is mine
With the roo-rye-ah, fa-the-diddle-dah, roo-rye-ah she's a gay old hag