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The Siege of Tuam
by Martin Milner
Come all you gallant poachers that ramble void of care
You true sons of Erin, draw close up to me
In Tuam of a June day I came upon Gary Kelly
I had four green fields, each one was a paddock
Foddle diddle do, doddle diddle do, foddle doddle diddle der e o
For there’s a cruel law agin’ the Wearin’ o’ the Green
My mind being much inclined to cross the cruel and raging main
Grasp every hackbut and battle brand and steel your hearts anew
Come firmly stand, the time’s at hand
Foddle diddle do, doddle diddle do, foddle doddle diddle der e o
With pistols, spades and spoon of great dimensions we fought on that June eve
For Ireland and Freedom we’re here to a man
And fill up the Green Isle with the bold Black and Tan
So here’s long life to Riley, McCormack and McCabe
(rpt) So here’s long life to Riley, McCormack and McCabe
Foddle diddle do, doddle diddle do, foddle doddle diddle der e o
Much blood was spilled and pitchforks drawn, all thanks to Gary Kelly
Oh, who will plough the field, or who will sell the corn
Oh, who will plough the field, or who will sell the corn
So here’s long life to Riley, McCormack and McCabe
(rpt) So here’s long life to Riley, McCormack and McCabe
Foddle diddle do, doddle diddle do, foddle doddle diddle der e o
My True Love of Newtownmountkennedy
by Garrington
As I roved out one evening fair, it being the summer time
On the wild flowery banks with my raven-haired maid
Down the stairs came the lady-o
With your mouth to the brink of a jug of Poteen
Whack foddle-do doddle-diddle-do, whack do-foddle-diddle-der-e-o
And twas in Newtownmountkennedy of a summer dawn I came upon Dymphna O’Kelly
Her hair was fair as a summer’s day or though it seemed to me
The wind it did whistle and the waters did roar
If I could find me a handsome boatman to take me over to my love
Whack foddle-do doddle-diddle-do, whack do-foddle-diddle-der-e-o
Then she gave me her corkscrew that summer evening
Did Missie O’Kelly from Newtownmountkennedy with the hair so fair
Oh grey and bleak, by shore and creek, the rugged rocks abound
I said I had gold and I’d silver besides
Whack foddle-do doddle-diddle-do, whack do-foddle-diddle-der-e-o
What force or guile could not subddue upon that fateful day
Yes you’ll rue your transportation, lads, when you’re bound for Botany Bay
If I could find me a handsome boatman to take me over to my love
But I never will forget my Dymphna with the hair that was so fair
Whack foddle-do doddle-diddle-do, whack do-foddle-diddle-der-e-o
It’s so beautiful…
It’s so true! And that last line sounds just like my flute-playing with my busted elbow! 
I always wanted to be a balladeer. There are a few other good “o-matics” on that site.
My Siobhan-o
by Jim Edwards
On a moonlight strand, of a summer’s morning twas in the month of May
I spied a wee lass as the daylight was dawning
Stop, stop, said the groomsman, till I speak a word
The wind it did whistle and the waters did roar
Doh dum diddle diddle dido dum
And twas in Enniskillen of a May evening I came upon another fair maiden
In a green myrtle shade I espied a fair young maiden
With a cock in my hat and a feather fine and my pipes in full tune
I said I had gold and I’d silver besides
Doh dum diddle diddle dido dum
Then she gave me her CD player that May day
And Siobhan stuck a giant fork in the maiden’s heart
But I met another fine girl in Enniskillen that May evening
I thought that she spoke and those words she did say
Doh dum diddle diddle dido dum
Now in conclusion to my tale, this story that I tell
I left poor Siobhan in Enniskillen that fine May day
O where are you going to, I questioned in such haste
But I never will forget my Siobhan with the hair that was so dark
Doh dum diddle diddle dido dum
And now my fangdorum was
Doh dum diddle diddle dido dum
Fal doddle diddle oh
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
Yes you’ll rue your transportation, lads, when you’re bound for Botany Bay
There once was two cats from Kilkenny
who thought there was one cat too many.
They scratched and they bit,
they fought and they fit,
till insted of two cats,
there wern’t any.