Cat. #0274 (MFH #427) - As sung by George Lay, Heber Springs, Arkansas on November 5, 1958
VERSE 1
O, t'was nine years ago, when I was diggin' land
With me brogues on me feet and me shovel in me hand
Says I to meself, what a pity for to see
Such a dashing young jade, digging turf on th lea
Musha dooey, dooey ah, fod-de, dooey, dooey ey
Musha dooey, dooey ither, musha dooey, dooey ah
VERSE 2
So, I buckled up me brogues, shook hands with me spade
An' out on th turf, like a dashing young jade
Along come a sergeant of the army, he bad me enlist
In th sweeet Mollees, give me hold o'er your fist
Musha dooey, dooey ah, fod-de, dooey, dooey ey
Musha dooey, dooey ither, musha dooey, dooey ah
VERSE 3
O, it was nine years ago, thank God it wasn't ten
And I am back here, digging praties again
Not a dime to me pocket, not a rag to me back
So, that puts an end to a poor paddy whack
Musha dooey, dooey ah, fod-de, dooey, dooey ey
Musha dooey, dooey ither, musha dooey, dooey ah