The Maid of Cabra West I'll tell you a tale of a fair young maid That in Cabra West did reside Meself, I live up in Donnybrook Its a one-and-a-fipenny ride But there was a fly in the ointment now That you very seldom see For although I loved her terrible well She was in love with a Portugee! Now he was a nasty piece of goods Gonzales was his name And he couldn't wait till he got his hands On Concepta - who was me dame! So I made a vow be the Grand Canal That I would do him in 'Cos I didn't think much of them Portugees And in particular - I didn't like him! So I follied them up to Grafton Street One evening' just for one Around by the Mercer's Hospital It's next door to the Bartley Dunne! Sure I spied them sitting' in the corner seat They was kissing' and holding hands Ah! There he was seducing her With pints of Babycham So I follied him up to his lodgings In Rathgar or thereabouts And as he was going up an alleyway I battered him inside out He gave out many's the curse and swear 'Til he was dead, I'm sure Then I lifted up the manhole lid And I dropped him down the sewer! Now when the mot she heard of this Sure she made me life a hell So just for the sake of peace and quiet I did her in as well And its now I'm up before the judge To answer for me crime He says " I wouldn't mind the first one, Son Ah, but not the second time" So its all for the love of that fair young maid And her Portugee sailor boy For the passionate love of that fair young maid I landed in Mountjoy And if ever I get out again I'll change me ways, you'll see And I'll marry with a woman from Walkinstown Who wouldn't look at a Portugee! A song with everything - love, lust, violence, racism, sexism, extraneous information ..... Recorded by Frank Harte. MR MR apr97
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