Irish song author unknown

About a maid I sing a song
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
Who did her Family a terrible wrong
Not only did she do the wrong

She did everyone of them in
Them in , them in
She did everyone of them in

She cut her babybroter into
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
She served him up in an Irish stew

And invited the neighbours in
Boursin , boursin
Ans invited thr neighbours in

Her father she can never stand
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
And so she cyanide a soop she plan
Her father died with a spoon on his hand

And his face in a hideous grin
A grin , a grin
And his face in a hideous grin

She sat her sisters hair on fire
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
And has the smoke and flame rose highers
She dance around a funiral pyre

A-playing a violin
Olin , olin
A-playing a violin

And when at last the police came by
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
Her little pranks she could not deny

For lying she new was a sin
A sin , a sin
For lyin she knew was a sin.