Dm F C Dm About a maid, I'll sing a song Sing rickety tickety tin Dm C F C Dm About a maid, I'll sing a song Who didn't have her family long F C Dm F C Dm Not only did she do them wrong She did every one of them in, C F C Dm Them in, She did every one of them in [Verse 2] Dm F C Dm One morning in a fit of pique, Sing rickety tickety tin Dm C F C Dm One morning in a fit of pique, she drowned her father in the creek F C Dm F C Dm The water tasted bad for a week So we had to make do with gin C F C Dm With gin, we had to make do with gin [Verse 3] Dm F C Dm Her mother she could never stand, Sing rickety tickety tin Dm C F C Dm Her mother she could never stand, and so a cyanide soup she planned F C Dm F C Dm The mother died with a spoon in her hand, and her face in a hideous grin C F C Dm A grin, her face in a hideous grin [Verse 4] Dm F C Dm She weighted her brother down with stones, Sing rickety tickety tin Dm C F C Dm She weighted her brother down with stones, and sent him off to Davey Jones F C Dm F C Dm And all that they ever found were some bones, and occasional pieces of skin C F C Dm Of skin, occasional pieces of skin [Verse 5] Dm F C Dm She set her sister's hair on fire, Sing rickety tickety tin Dm C f C Dm She set her sister's hair on fire, and as the smoke and flames rose higher F C Dm F C Dm Danced around the funeral pyre, playing the vi-o-lin C F C Dm o-lin, playing the violin [Verse 6] Dm F C Dm One day when she had nothing to do, Sing rickety tickety tin Dm C F C Dm One day when she had nothing to do, she cut her baby brother in two F C Dm F C Dm And served him up as an Irish stew, and invited the neighbors in, C F C Dm Bors in, Invited the neighbors in [Verse 7] Dm F C Dm And when at last the police came by, Sing rickety tickety tin Dm C F C Dm And when at last the police came by, her foolish pranks she did not deny F C F C Dm For to do so she would have had to lie, and lying she knew was a sin C F C Dm A sin, lying she knew was a sin [Verse 8] Dm F C Dm My tragic tale I won't prolong, Sing rickety tickety tin Dm C F C Dm My tragic tale I won't prolong, and if you did not enjoy my song F C Dm F C Dm You've yourselves to blame if it was too long, you should never have let me C F C Dm begin, Begin, you should never have let me begin
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