I was in grade school in the 1960s in Scotland - we too sang:

Ohh her washing was known to the whole of the country
From old Donegal to the borders of the Bantry
And women and children from every far county
Were singing the praises of Biddy Malone.

She was spruce, she was spry and she always would try
To help the poor folks in the villages by


I can't remember the rest and and I can't find this version anywhere.