WEDDING OF LOTTIE MCGRATH

Oh, it's of a few verses I'm now going to prattle
The night I got into a terrible battle
As sure as me life it was me on my mettle
The night of the wedding of Lottie McGrath

Araby gourt (?) was a terrible tear
Me and McGrath, me mother was there
And if I get caught up in the wheels of a train
I may never go to a wedding again

Well the first to come in was old Mrs. Russell
She couldn't sing well so she started to whistle
And somebody gave her a belt in the bustle
The night of the wedding of Lottie McGrath

The last to come in was old Jim McGinty
He stood in the door and he started to shinty
He took up a poker and sure he killed twenty
The night of the wedding of Lottie McGrath.

Araby gourt was a terrible tear....

From Moloney, O'Connell & Kane, Kilkelly album.
Green Linnet CSIF 1072.

Liner notes state "a variation on the Irish washerwoman"

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 31-Jul-02.