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fortunes-off contains the following fortune in its songs-poems section:
Now of a maid, I'll sing a song,
Sing, rikkity-tikkity-tin.
Now of a maid, I'll sing a song,She didn't like her Uncle Zeke,
Who didn't keep her family long.Sing, rikkity-tikkity-tin,
Not only did she do them wrong, She didn't like her Uncle Zeke,
She did every one of them in, them in, And so she drowned him in the
creek.
She did every one of them in. The water we had was bad for a
week,
So we had to make do with gin,
with gin,
She weighted her father down with stones. We had to make do with gin.
Sing, rikkity-tikkity-tin.
She weighted her father down with stones, Her mother she could never
stand,
And sent him off to Davy Jones. Sing, rikkity-tikkity-tin.
All that we ever found were bones, Her mother she could never
stand,
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin, And so a cyanide soup she
planned.
Occasional pieces of skin. Her mother died with the spoon in
her hand,
And her face in a hideous grin,
a grin.
She set her sister's hair on fire, Her face in a hideous grin.
Sing, rikkity-tikkity-tin.
She set her sister's hair on fire, One day, when she had nothing
to do,
And as the smoke and flames grew higher, Sing, rikkity-tikkity-tin.
She danced around the funeral pyre, One day, when she had nothing
to do,
Playing the violin, -olin, She cut her baby brother in two,
Playing the violin. And served him up as an Irish
stew,
And invited the neighbors in,
-bors in,
And when at last the police came by,Invited the neighbors in.
Sing, rikkity-tikkity-tin.
And when, at last, the police came by, For to do so she would have to
lie,
Her little pranks she did nor deny, And lying, she knew, was a sin,
a sin,
Lying she knew was a sin.
-- Rikkity-tikkity-tin
This is an incorrect version of The Irish Ballad whose lyrics are:
About a maid I'll sing a song
Sing rickety tickety tin
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who didn't have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong
She did every one of them in, them in
She did every one of them in.
One morning in a fit of pique
Sing rickety tickety tin
One morning in a fit of pique
She drowned her father in the creek
The water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make do with gin, with gin
We had to make do with gin
Her mother she could never stand
Sing rickety tickety tin
Her mother she could never stand
And so a cyanide soup she planned
The mother died with the spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin
He face in a hideous grin.
She weighted her brother down with stones
Sing rickety tickety tin
She weighted her brother down with stones
And sent him off to Davey Jones
All they ever found were some bones
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin
Occasional pieces of skin.
She set her sister's hair on fire
Sing rickety tickety tin
She set her sister's hair on fire
And as the smoke and flame rose higher
Danced around the funeral pyre
Playing a violin, olin
Playing a violin.
One day she had nothing to do
Sing rickety tickety tin
One day she had nothing to do
She cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an Irish stew
And invited the neighbors in, bors in
Invited the neighbors in.
And when at last the police came by
Sing rickety tickety tin
And when at last the police came by
Her little pranks she did not deny
To do so she would have had to lie
And lying she knew was a sin, a sin
And lying she knew was a sin.
And just one thing before I go
Sing rickety tickety tin
And just one thing before I go
There's something I think that you ought to know
They had no proof, so they let her go
And they say that she's tall and thin, and thin
They say that she's tall and thin.
My tragic tale I won't prolong
Sing rickety tickety tin
My tragic tale I won't prolong
I hope you lile my little song
You've yourself to blame if it's too long
You should never
