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Guitar: Irish Ballad (Rickety-tickety-tin) (Including lyrics and chords)

Prior to March 2017, I added the lyrics and chords to my videos using YouTube annotations. However, YouTube decided to make annotations obsolete at that time as they did not work on mobile phones, so since then I have been adding them using my own video editor app. YouTube did promise that annotations that already existed on videos would still be visible on PCs, but they seem to have changed their minds on that and they are no longer visible. Consequently, if you are watching a video uploaded before 2017, annotations are not available. If you are not able to get the annotations, send me your email address and I will let you have the file from my own collection. My friend Max, (Ian Blacklaw Richardson), performed this amusing ditty at last Tuesday's session and passed the lyrics on to me. On looking it up I find it was written as a tongue-in-cheek 'folk song' by Tom Lehrer who himself introduced the song in the following fashion: "This is an ancient Irish ballad, which was written a few years ago, and which is replete with all the accoutrements of this art form. in particular, it has a sort of idiotic refrain, in this case rickety-tidkety-tin you'll notice cropping up from time to time, running through, I might add, interminable verses. the large number of verses being a feature expressly designed to please the true devotees the folk song who seem to find singing fifty verses of on top of old smokey is twice as enjoyable as singing twenty-five. This type of song also has what is known technically in music as a modal tune, which means -- for the benefit of any layman who may have wandered in this evening -- that I play a wrong note every now and then. This song though does differ strikingly from the genuine folk ballad in that in this song the words which are supposed to rhyme - actually do. I, ah, I really should say that - I do not direct these remarks against the vast army of folk song lovers, but merely against that peculiar hard core who seem to equate authenticity with artistic merit and illiteracy with charm. Oh, one more thing. one of the more important aspects of public folk singing is audience participation, and this happens to be a good song for group singing. so if any of you feel like joining in with me on this song, I'd appreciate it if you would leave -- right now!!. Tom performs this song accompanied by the piano, and as I was not satisfied with the chords I found elsewhere, I have worked out my own accompaniment." Irish Ballad Tom Lehrer Am G C G Am About a maid I'll sing a song, Sing rickety-tickety-tin, C F Am G C G Am About a maid I'll sing a song who didn't have her family long. C G Am F Am Em Am Em Not only did she do them wrong, she did ev'ryone of them in, them in, Am Em Am She did ev'ryone 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 a spoon in her hand, and her face in a hideous grin, a grin, Her face in a hideous grin. 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, playin' a violin, -olin, Playin' a violin. She weighted her brother down with stones, Sing rickety-tickety-tin, She weighted her brother down with stones, and sent him off to Davy Jones. All they ever found were some bones, and occasional pieces of skin, of skin, Occasional pieces of skin. One day when she had nothing to do, Sing rickety-tickety-tin, One day when she had nothing to do, she cut her baby brother in two, And served him up as an irish stew, and invited the neighbours in, -bours in, Invited the neighbours 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, Lying, she knew, was a sin. My tragic tale, I won't prolong, Sing rickety-tickety-tin, My tragic tale I won't prolong, and if you do not enjoy the song, You've yourselves to blame if it's too long, you should never have let me begin, begin, You should never have let me begin.