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The Maid of Cabra West lyrics
[Verse]
Am
It was all for the love of a fair young maid
In Cabra West did reside
Meself, I live up in Donnybrook
It’s a one-and-a-fipenny ride
Am Dm
But there was a fly in the ointment now
That you very seldom see
Am C run Am
For although I loved her terrible well
C G Am
She was in love with a Portugee!
[Verse]
Am
Now he was a nasty piece of goods
Gonzales was his name
And he couldn’t wait for to get his hands
On Concepta, who was me dame!
Am Dm
So I made a vow be the Grand Canal
That I would do him in
Am Crun Am
’Cos I did not like them Portugees
And in particular I didn’t like him!
[Verse]
Am
So I follied them up to Grafton Street
One evening just for fun
Am
Around by the Mercer’s Hospital
It’s next door to the Bartley Dunne!
Am Dm
I spied them sitting in the corner seat
They was kissing and holding hands
Am Crun Am
And there he was seducing her
C G Am
With pints of Babycham
[Verse]
Am
So I follied him back to his lodgings
In Rathgar or thereabouts
Am
And as he was going up an alleyway
I battered him inside out
Am Dm
He gave out many’s the curse and swear
Til he was dead, I’m sure
Am Crun Am
Then I lifted up the manhole lid
And I dropped him down the sewer
[Verse]
Am
Now when the mot she heard of this
Sure she made me life a hell
Am
So just for the sake of peace and quiet
I did her in as well
Am Dm
And it’s now I'm up before the judge
To answer for me crime
Am Crun Am
He says, “I wouldn't mind the first one, son,
Ah, but not the second time”
[Verse]
Am
So it’s all for the love of that fair young maid
And her Portuguese Sailor Boy
Am Crun Am
For the passionate love of that fair young maid
I landed in Mountjoy
And if ever I get out again.
My life I’ll change, you’ll see
And I'll marry with a mot from Walkinstown
Who wouldn’t look at a Portugee!……
And I'll marry with a mot from Walkinstown
Who wouldn’t look at a Portugee!