Irish Decendents - Dance To The Fiddle | Текст песни

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She can dance to the flute, dance to the fiddle
She's as neat around the waist as a cow 'round the middle
let her go, let her go, you'll find another,
there's a lot of pretty women at the head of Grand River

Now The Widow Malone lived by the strand,
for forty years without a man;
She danced around and she waved her fan,
Set her eyes on my Uncle Dan

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Now he would not listen to my advice,
so he married her there on a wintery night;
she ate all the grub and the party fare,
drank every man clean under his chair.

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(Instrumental break)

Now when he got home on his weddin' night,
Me Uncle Dan got a hell of a fright!
She hung her leg upon 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 sent a letter home to her, sayin'
"Darlin', if you ever need another man,
You can count me out! Love, Uncle Dan."

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CHORUS ''A Capella''

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