Fie on goodness, fie
Eight years of kindness to your neighbor
Making sure that the meek are treated well
Eight years of philanthropic labor
Derry down dell, damn, but it's hell
Oh, fie on goodness, fie
Fie, fie, fie
It's been depressing all the way, derry down, derry down
And getting glummer every day, derry down, derry down
Ah, but to burn a little town or slay a dozen men
Anything to laugh again
Oh, fie on goodness, fie
Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie
When I think of the rollicking pleasures that earlier filled my life
Lolly lo, lolly lo
Like the time I beheaded a man who was beating his naked wife
Lolly lo, lolly lo
I can still hear his widow say
Never moving from where she lay
"Tell me what can I do, I beg, sir, of you
Your kindness to repay"
Fie on goodness, fie
Fie on goodness, fie
Lechery and vice have been arrested, arrested
Not a maiden is evermore in threat
Virgins may wander unmolested, unmolested
Lolly lo let, Gad, it's a sweat
Oh, fie on goodness, fie
Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie
How we roared and brawled in Scotland
Not a law was e'er obeyed
And when wooing called in Scotland
We'd grab any passing maid
Ah, my heart is still in Scotland
Where the lasses woo the best
On some bonny hill in Scotland
Stroking someone's bonny
Fie on Scotland, fie
Fie on Scotland, fie
No one repents for any sin now
Every soul is immaculate and trim, immaculate
No one is covered with chagrin now
Lolly lo lim, Gad, but it's grim
Oh, fie on goodness, fie
Fie, fie, fie
There's not a folly to deplore, derry down, derry down
Confession Sunday is a bore, derry down, derry down
Ah, but to spend a tortured evening staring at the floor
Guilty and alive once more
Oh, fie on virtue, fie
Fie on mercy, fie
Fie on justice, fie on goodness
Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie
Fie on goodness, fie Fie on goodness, fie Eight years of kindness to your neighbor Making sure that the meek are treated well Eight years of philanthropic labor Derry down dell, damn, but it's hell Oh, fie on goodness, fie Fie, fie, fie It's been depressing all the way, derry down, derry down And getting glummer every day, derry down, derry down Ah, but to burn a little town or slay a dozen men Anything to laugh again Oh, fie on goodness, fie Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie When I think of the rollicking pleasures that earlier filled my life Lolly lo, lolly lo Like the time I beheaded a man who was beating his naked wife Lolly lo, lolly lo I can still hear his widow say Never moving from where she lay "Tell me what can I do, I beg, sir, of you Your kindness to repay" Fie on goodness, fie Fie on goodness, fie Lechery and vice have been arrested, arrested Not a maiden is evermore in threat Virgins may wander unmolested, unmolested Lolly lo let, Gad, it's a sweat Oh, fie on goodness, fie Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie How we roared and brawled in Scotland Not a law was e'er obeyed And when wooing called in Scotland We'd grab any passing maid Ah, my heart is still in Scotland Where the lasses woo the best On some bonny hill in Scotland Stroking someone's bonny Fie on Scotland, fie Fie on Scotland, fie No one repents for any sin now Every soul is immaculate and trim, immaculate No one is covered with chagrin now Lolly lo lim, Gad, but it's grim Oh, fie on goodness, fie Fie, fie, fie There's not a folly to deplore, derry down, derry down Confession Sunday is a bore, derry down, derry down Ah, but to spend a tortured evening staring at the floor Guilty and alive once more Oh, fie on virtue, fie Fie on mercy, fie Fie on justice, fie on goodness Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie Explain Request ×
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