| There was an old man in the Killieburn Brae
|
| riful riful tidifol-dey
|
| there was an old man in the Killieburn Brae
|
| had a curse of the wife for the most of his days
|
| with me foldadle-dah diddyfol-dah
|
| foldadle-dal-da-daldadle-day
|
| One day as this man he walked out in the glen
|
| riful riful tidifol-dey
|
| One day as this man he walked out in the glen
|
| well he met the devil says how are you then
|
| with me foldadle-dah diddyfol-dah
|
| foldadle-dal-da-daldadle-day
|
| The devil he says I have come for your wife
|
| riful riful tidifol-dey
|
| The devil he says I have come for your wife
|
| for I hear she’s the curse and the bane of your life
|
| with me foldadle-dah diddyfol-dah
|
| foldadle-dal-da-daldadle-day
|
| So the devil he hoisted her up on his back
|
| riful riful tidifol-dey
|
| So the devil he hoisted her up on his back
|
| and away off to hell with her he did whack
|
| with me foldadle-dah diddyfol-dah
|
| foldadle-dal-da-daldadle-day
|
| And when at last they came to hell’s gate
|
| riful riful tidifol-dey
|
| And when at last they came to hell’s gate
|
| well she lifted her stick and she battered his pate
|
| with me foldadle-dah diddyfol-dah
|
| foldadle-dal-da-daldadle-day
|
| There were two little devils there tied up in chains
|
| riful riful tidifol-dey
|
| There were two little devils there tied up in chains
|
| well she lifted her stick and she scattered their brains
|
| with me foldadle-dah diddyfol-dah
|
| foldadle-dal-da-daldadle-day
|
| There were two other devils there roaring like bulls
|
| riful riful tidifol-dey
|
| There were two other devils there roaring like bulls
|
| well she lifted her stick and she battered their skulls
|
| with me foldadle-dah diddyfol-dah
|
| foldadle-dal-da-daldadle-day
|
| There were two other devils there playing at ball
|
| riful riful tidifol-dey
|
| There were two other devils there playing at ball
|
| well she lifted her stick and she battered them all
|
| with me foldadle-dah diddyfol-dah
|
| foldadle-dal-da-daldadle-day
|
| So the devil he hoisted her up on his back
|
| riful riful tidifol-dey
|
| So the devil he hoisted her up on his back
|
| they were seven years coming and days going back
|
| with me foldadle-dah diddyfol-dah
|
| foldadle-dal-da-daldadle-day
|
| And when they came back to Killieburn Brae
|
| riful riful tidifol-dey
|
| And when they came back to Killieburn Brae
|
| well the devil he cried and shouted hooray
|
| with me foldadle-dah diddyfol-dah
|
| foldadle-dal-da-daldadle-day
|
| Says he my good man here’s your wife safe and well
|
| riful riful tidifol-dey
|
| Says he my good man here’s your wife safe and well
|
| for the likes of herself we would not have been hell
|
| with me foldadle-dah diddyfol-dah
|
| foldadle-dal-da-daldadle-day
|
| Which proves that the women are worse than the men
|
| riful riful tidifol-dey
|
| Which proves that the women are worse than the men
|
| when they go to the hell they’re thrown out again
|
| with me foldadle-dah diddyfol-dah
|
| foldadle-dal-da-daldadle-day |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Killieburn Brae , by - The Dubliners. Song from the album 20 Original Greatest Hits Volume 2, in the genre Кельтская музыка