Worse Than Men


There was a farmer living in town, 
Tourly-lour lylip!
He had no horse to plow his ground
Lytour lytour lylip! Fory dee dum day!

He saddled a pig, an old black cow,
Tourly-lour lylip!
Tore up the ground, the deuce knows how!
Lytour lytour lylip! Fory dee dum day!

The devil he came to him one day,
Tourly-lour lylip!
And said, "One of yours must come away."
Lytour lytour lylip! Fory dee dum day!

Oh surely, it's not my eldest son.
Tourly-lour lylip!
If 'tis, my God, I am undone.
Lytour lytour lylip! Fory dee dum day!

Oh no, it's not your eldest son.
Tourly-lour lylip!
Your scolding wife, she has to come.
Lytour lytour lylip! Fory dee dum day!

Take her, yes, take her with all my heart
Tourly-lour lylip!
I hope you devils ne'er will part.
Lytour lytour lylip! Fory dee dum day!

He took the woman upon his back.
Tourly-lour lylip!
A pedlar strange, and strange his pack
Lytour lytour lylip! Fory dee dum day!

And when he came to hell's back door.
Tourly-lour lylip!
He threw his pack upon the floor.
Lytour lytour lylip! Fory dee dum day!

A devil came and clanked his chain.
Tourly-lour lylip!
She kicked him quick, knocked out his brain
Lytour lytour lylip! Fory dee dum day!

Up came another, behind the wall,
Tourly-lour lylip!
And cried, "She's out to kill us all!"
Lytour lytour lylip! Fory dee dum day!

The devil put her upon his back,
Tourly-lour lylip!
And back to earth carried his pack,
Lytour lytour lylip! Fory dee dum day!

Now women are much worse than men;
Tourly-lour lylip!
They go to hell, come back again. 
Lytour lytour lylip! Fory dee dum day!

An Irish song that emigrated to Canada. Recorded in the Gatineau River region as sung by Linda Kearns.

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