Irish Decendents Dance To The Fiddle Lyrics

[Chorus:]
She can dance to the flute, dance to the fiddle.
She's as neat around the waist as a cow around the middle.
Let 'er go, let 'er go, you'll find another,
There's a lot a pretty women at the head of Grand River.

Now the Widow Malone lived by the strand,
For fourty years without a man.
She danced around and she waved her fan,
Set her eyes on me Uncle Dan.

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Now 'e would not listen to my advice,
So 'e married 'er there on a wintry night.
She et all the grub and the party fare,
Drank every man clean under 'is chair.

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Now when he got home on his weddin night,
Me Uncle Dan got a hell of a fright.
She hung 'er leg up on the wall,
Down on the floor her teeth did fall,
One glass eye, off came her hair,
And down the road me Uncle Dan did tear.

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Now they claim he ran to France or Spain,
And he sent a letter home to her saying
"Darlin if you ever meet another man, you can cut me out.
Love Uncle Dan."

[Chorus x2]

See also:

49
49.21
Steve Vai The Riddle Lyrics
Edo Maajka Obechana Rec Lyrics