Killieburn Braes Songtext

von The Dubliners

Killieburn Braes

There was an ould man by Killieburn Braes
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
There was an ould man down by Killieburn Braes
Had a curse of a wife for the most of his days
With me ri-ful do-dol, ti-di fol-lol
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey

One day as this man he walked out in the glen
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
One day as this man he walked out in the glen
Well he met with the devil, says how are ye then
With me riful dol-dol...

The devil he says I 've come for your wife
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
The devil he says I have come for your wife
For I hear she's the curse and the bane of your life
With me...

So the devil he hoisted her up on his back
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
The devil he hoisted her up on his back
And away off to hell with her he did whack
With me...

And when at last they came to hell's gates
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
And when at last they came to hell's gates
Well she lifted her stick and she battered his pate
With me...

There were two little devils there tied up in chains
Re-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
There were two little devils there tied up in chains
Well she lifted her stick and she scattered their brains
With me...

There were two other devils there roaring like bulls
Re-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
Two other devils there roaring like bulls
And she lifted her stick and she battered their skulls
With me...

There were two other devils they're playing at ball
Re-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
Two other devils there playing at ball
So she lifted her stick and she battered them all
Wit hme...

So the devil he hoisted her up on his back
Re-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
The devil he hoisted her up on his back
They were seven years coming and days going back
With me...

And when they came back to Killieburn Braes
Re-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
And when they came back to Killieburn Braes
Well the devil he cried and he shouted hooray
With me...

Says he, my good man, here's your wife safe and well
Re-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
Says he, my good man, here's your wife safe and well
For the likes of herself we would not have in hell
With me...

Which proves that the women are worse than the men
Re-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
Which proves that the women are worse than the men
When they go down to hell they are thrown out again
With me...