Killieburn Braes

There was an ould man down by Killieburn Braes
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
There was an ould man down by Killieburn Braes
Had a curse of a wife for the most of his days
With me ri-ful dol-dol, ‘ti-di fol-lol
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey

One day as this man he walked out in the glen
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
One day as this man he walked out in the glen
Well he met with the devil, says how are ye then
With me ri-ful dol-dol, ‘ti-di fol-lol
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey

The devil he says I have come for your wife
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
The devil he says I have come for your wife
For I hear she’s the curse and the bane of your life
With me ri-ful dol-dol, ‘ti-di fol-lol
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey

So the devil he hoisted her up on his back
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
So the devil he hoisted her up on his back
And away off to hell, with her he did whack
With me ri-ful dol-dol, ‘ti-di fol-lol
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey

And when at last they came to hell’s gates
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
And when at last they came to hell’s gates
Well she lifted her stick and she battered his pate
With me ri-ful dol-dol, ‘ti-di fol-lol
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey

There were two little devils there tied up in chains
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
There were two little devils there tied up in chains
Well she lifted her stick and she scattered their brains
With me ri-ful dol-dol, ‘ti-di fol-lol
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey

There were two other devils there roaring like bulls
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
There were two other devils there roaring like bulls
And she lifted her stick and she battered their skulls
With me ri-ful dol-dol, ‘ti-di fol-lol
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey

There were two other devils there playing at ball
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
There were two other devils there playing at ball
So she lifted her stick and she battered them all
With me ri-ful dol-dol, ‘ti-di fol-lol
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey

So the devil he hoisted her up on his back
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
So the devil he hoisted her up on his back
They were seven years coming and days going back
With me ri-ful dol-dol, ‘ti-di fol-lol
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey

And when they came back to Killieburn Braes
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
And when they came back to Killieburn Braes
Well the devil he cried and he shouted hooray
With me ri-ful dol-dol, ‘ti-di fol-lol
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey

Says he, my good man, here’s your wife safe and well
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
Says he, my good man, here’s your wife safe and well
For the likes of herself we would not have in hell
With me ri-ful dol-dol, ‘ti-di fol-lol
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey

Which proves that the women are worse than the men
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey
Which proves that the women are worse than the men
When they go down to hell they are thrown out again
With me ri-ful dol-dol, ‘ti-di fol-lol
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey