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tippin it up - christy moore lyrics

oh there’s been a woman in our town
a woman you quite know well
she dearly loved her husband
and another man twice as well
with me right finnick-in-eer-i-o
me tip finnick-a-wall
with me right finnich-nary-o
we¹re tippin’ it up to nancy

she went down to the chemist shop
some remedies for to buy
‘have you anything in your chemist shop
to make me old man blind?’
with me right finnick-in-eer-i-o
me tip finnick-a-wall
with me right finnich-nary-o
we’re tippin’ it up to nancy

‘give him eggs and marrowbones
and make him suck them all
before he has the last one sucked
he won’t see you at all’
with me right finnick-in-eer-i-o
me tip finnick-a-wall
with me right finnich-nary-o
we’re tippin’ it up to nancy

she gave him eggs and marrowbones
and made him suck them all
before he had the last one sucked
he couldn’t see her at all
with me right finnick-in-eer-i-o
me tip finnick-a-wall
with me right finnich-nary-o
we’re tippin’ it up to nancy

‘if in this world i cannot see
then here i cannot stay
i’d rather go and drown myself’
‘come on,’ says she
‘and i’ll show you the way’
with me right finnick-in-eer-i-o
me tip finnick-a-wall
with me right finnich-nary-o
we’re tippin’ it up to nancy

she led him to the river
and she led him to the brim
but sly enough of martin
it was him that shoved her in
with me right finnick-in-eer-i-o
me tip finnick-a-wall
with me right finnich-nary-o
we’re tippin’ it up to nancy

she swam through the river
and she swam through the brine
‘oh martin, dear martin,
don’t you leave me behind..’
‘shutup ye silly aul fool,
ye know poor martin is blind’
with me right finnick-in-eer-i-o
we’re tippin’ it up to nancy
if in this wrld i cannot see
if here i cannot stay
i’d rather go and drown meself
come on says she and i’ll show you the way
with me right finnich-nary-o
me tip finnick-a-wall
with me right finnich-nary-o
we’re tippin’ it up to nancy

there’s nine in me family
and none of em is me own
i wish that each and every man
would come and claim his own
with me right finnick-in-eer-i-o
me tip finnick-a-wall
with me right finnich-nary-o
we’re tippin’ it up to nancy.

- christy moore lyrics

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