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DO SOL DO
There was an old woman from belfast did dwell
DO SOL
And I know that you know this woman right well
DO FA
She went to the doctor cos she could'nt shite
DO DO FA
And he gave her a buidéal and made her alright
DO SOL FA DO
With me fol-diddle-dol, too-ray-li-ay, tra-la-lah!
This decent old lady she went home to bed
She stood on her lámhs and she stood on her head
But modesty wasn't a badge of our lass
So she opened the fuinneóg and shoved out her ass
With me fol-diddle-dol, too-ray-li-ay, tra-la-lah!
Now this is the end of this old belfast farce
And about my poor friends undependable arse
If you go to belfast especially at night
Don't mind the bullets, look out for the shite
With me fol-diddle-dol, too-ray-li-ay, tra-la-lah!
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