I also have Weela Wallia, Irish children's song about a woman who killed her baby, was captured and hung. Neat!.

Do either of these sound like what you are looking for?

...Tiger

Bob S.

Chorus:
Tell my ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and they stole my comb
But that's all right 'til I go home.

(Verses) She is handsome she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is courting one, two, 3,
Please won't you tell me who is She?

Here she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Oh Johnny Murray he says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye
(Repeat chorus)

Let the wind and rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
She'll get her own boy by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma 'til she comes home
Let the boys stay as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

CHORUS
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up
That you have ever seen.
My father, he was Orange
And me mother, she was Green.

Oh, my father was an Ulsterman, proud Protestant was he.
My mother was a Catholic girl, from County Cork was she.
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough,
Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough.

CHORUS

Baptized by Father Riley, I was rushed away by car
To be made a little Orangeman, me father's shinin' star.
I was christened David Anthony, but still in spite of that
To my father I was William, while me mother called me Pat.
CHORUS

With Mother, every Sunday, to Mass I'd proudly stroll,
Then after that, the Orange lads would try to save my soul
For both, they tried to claim me, but I was smart because
I'd play the flute or play the harp, depending where I was.
CHORUS

One day, me ma's relations came 'round to visit me,
Just as my father's kinfolk were all sittin' down to tea.
We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight,
And me, bein' strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight.
CHORUS

Now, my parents never could agree about my type of school,
My learning was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool.
They both passed on, God rest them, but left me caught between
That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green.
CHORUS (2x)

^^

There was a lady what lived up North Wella wella walla There was a woman what lived up North Down by the River Sallia

She had a baby six month old Wella... She had a baby six month old Down by...

She stuck[dialect spelling??] a knife in the baby's head... The more she stuck the more it bled...

Great big knock come a knocking at the door... Two policemen and a man..

Is you the woman what killed the child? Is you the woman what killed the child

The rope got chuck and she got hung... The rope got chuck and she got hung...

Aren't kids versions great? They are always bloodier than the original.

Two more verses to "Weela Wallia" from the singing of the Clancy Brothers and their Irish Songbook (1979)

verse 3

She had a penknife three foot long, weela weela wallia

She had a penknife three foot long, down ...

verse 9

The moral of this story is, weela weela wallia

Don't stick knives in babies' heads, down...

cheers

rich r