[Here is the late Delia Murphy (Mrs. Walter Kiernan)'s version, from a phono-record]

The Damsel of Nineteen Years Old

One fine summer's morning as I walked down the strand,
I met this young damsel, she was turned out so grand.
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
She told me that her age was but 19 years old.

We walked and we talked about things that should be;
I really loved her, and I thought she loved me.
In about 6 months after the wedding bells tolled;
I was married to me damsel of 19 years old.

The night after the wedding we retired to rest;
My hair stood on edge as the bride she undressed.
Her cart loads of machinery was there to behold;
I sat down to view me damsel of 19 years old.

She took off her right leg an inch above the knee,
And on her left hand she had fingers but three.
Out on the carpet her glass eye did roll;
I sat down to view me damsel of 19 years old.

She took off her right leg a full two yards wide;
The bolt of her left leg ran up her left side.
And on the right shoulder a hump to behold;
I sat down to view me damsel of 19 years old.

Now all ye young fellows take a warning by me,
And don;t run away with the flash ones you see.
Make sure they're complete from the head to the toe;
Don't be fooled by machinery of 19 years old.