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The Irish Washerwoman

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When [G]I was at home, I was merry and frisky.
My [Am]dad kept a pig, but my mother sold [D]whiskey.
My [G]uncle was rich, but ne’er could be easy,
till [Am]I was en[D]listed by [G]Corporal Casey.
Och, [G]rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,
my [Am]dear little Shelah I thought would run [D]crazy
When [G]I trudged away with tough Corporal Casey,
Och, [Am]rub-a-dub [D]row-de-row, [G]Shelah my love.

I [G]marched from Kilkenny, but as I was thinking,
on [D]Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking.
But [C]soon I was [G]forced to look [Am]fresh as a [G]daisy,
for [Am]fear of a [D]drubbin’ from [G]Corporal Casey.
Och, [G]rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,
the [D]devil go with him, I ne’er could be lazy
He [C]struck my [G]shirts so, old [Am]Corporal [G]Casey,
och, [Am]rub-a-dub [D]row-de-row, [G]Shelah my dear.

We [G]went into battle, I took the blows fairly,
that [Am]fell on my pate, but they bothered me [D]rarely.
And [G]who should the first be that dropped? Why, and please you,
it was my [Am]good friend, [D]honest [G]Corporal Casey.
Och, [G]rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,
thinks [Am]I, “You are quiet and I shall be [D]easy.”
So [G]eight years I fought without Corporal Casey,
Och, [Am]rub-a-dub [D]row-de-row, [G]Shelah my gal.

I [G]marched from Kilkenny, but as I was thinking,
on [D]Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking.
But [C]soon I was [G]forced to look [Am]fresh as a [G]daisy,
for [Am]fear of a [D]drubbin’ from [G]Corporal Casey.
Och, [G]rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,
the [D]devil go with him, I ne’er could be lazy
He [C]struck my [G]shirts so, old [Am]Corporal [G]Casey,
och, [Am]rub-a-dub [D]row-de-row, [G]Shelah my dear.


When I was at home, I was merry and frisky.
My dad kept a pig, but my mother sold whiskey.
My uncle was rich, but ne’er could be easy,
till I was enlisted by Corporal Casey.
Och, rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,
my dear little Shelah I thought would run crazy
When I trudged away with tough Corporal Casey,
Och, rub-a-dub row-de-row, Shelah my love.

I marched from Kilkenny, but as I was thinking,
on Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking.
But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy,
for fear of a drubbin’ from Corporal Casey.
Och, rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,
the devil go with him, I ne’er could be lazy
He struck my shirts so, old Corporal Casey,
och, rub-a-dub row-de-row, Shelah my dear.

We went into battle, I took the blows fairly,
that fell on my pate, but they bothered me rarely.
And who should the first be that dropped? Why, and please you,
it was my good friend, honest Corporal Casey.
Och, rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,
thinks I, “You are quiet and I shall be easy.”
So eight years I fought without Corporal Casey,
Och, rub-a-dub row-de-row, Shelah my gal.

I marched from Kilkenny, but as I was thinking,
on Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking.
But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy,
for fear of a drubbin’ from Corporal Casey.
Och, rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,
the devil go with him, I ne’er could be lazy
He struck my shirts so, old Corporal Casey,
och, rub-a-dub row-de-row, Shelah my dear.

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