Jimmy Murphy Lyrics

In the town of Kilkenny when the great row was raging
And poor little Jimmy Murphy was the last to be taken

We′re far from the last rout
From the East to Downpatrick
Where lies poor little Jimmy Murphy
On the sweet green mossy banks
Skinnymalink killymajoe whisky frisky tooraloo
Rank a diddle dido ding dural i doe!

We marched through the town and we marched through the city
With our hands tied behind us and the ladies cried "Pity."

Now Jimmy Murphy wasn't hanged for sheepstealing
But for courting a pretty maid and her name was Kate Whelan

We′re far from the last rout
From the East to Downpatrick
Where lies poor little Jimmy Murphy
On the sweet green mossy banks
Skinnymalink killymajoe whisky frisky Tooraloo
Deedledumdi arrahnapogue uisce fuisce sheedanabo
Rank a diddle dido ding dural i oh!