Killieburne Brae Lyrics & Tabs by The Dubliners
Killieburne Brae
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There was an old man down by Killiburn Brae
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
There was an old man down by Killiburn Brae
Had a curse of a wife with him most of his days
With me foldoraol dol, titty fol ol
Foldol dol dolda dolder olday
One day as this man he walked out in the glen
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
One day as this man, he walked out in the glen
Well, he met with the divil, says, "How are ye then?"
The divil he says, "I have come for your wife"
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
The divil he says, "I have come for your wife"
For I hear she's the curse and the bane of your life
So the divil he hoisted her up on his back
The divil he says, "I have come for your wife"
For I hear she's the curse and the bane of your life
So the divil he hoisted her up on his back
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
So the divil he hoisted her up on his back
And away off to hell, with her he did pack
And when at last they came to hell's gates
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
And when at last they came to hell's gates
Well she lifted her stick and she battered his pate
There were two little divils there tied up in chains
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
There were two little divils there tied up in chains
Well she lifted her stick and she scattered their brains
There were two other divils there roaring like bulls
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
There were two other divils there roaring like bulls
And she lifted her stick and she battered their skulls
There were two other divils there playing at ball
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
There were two other divils there playing at ball
She lifted her stick and she battered them all
So the divil he hoisted her up on his back
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
So the divil he hoisted her up on his back
They were seven years coming and days going back
And when they came back to Killiburn Brae
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
And when they came back to Killiburn Brae
Well the divil he capered and he shouted hooray
Says he, me good man, here's your wife safe and well
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
Says he, me good man, here's your wife safe and well
For the likes of herself we would not have in hell
Which proves that the women are worse than the men
Riteful, riteful, titty folday
Which proves that the women are worse than the men
When they go down to hell they are thrown out again
