Irish Washerwoman
You know the old storyAbout Sailor SallyThe years have passed awayAnd the whiskey bottles tooWorking for the laundryHer service for the countryFind her sacrifice nightlyIn the mountain dew
And as she’s tumbling downAll she want is drinkin’ all the wine
As she’s falling downDrinkin’ another whiskey shotRollin’ proudly in the mudShe’s the beauty of the bankGot two jobs nowWash the clothes and wash the ballsBlowing like wind in the mallsThe lady of the rank
One windy cold nightShe roved by the docksideSaw her bonnie captainAnd her heart started to beatAll in the flurryTook a gulp in a hurryBut she was far too drunkAnd fell to the sea
And as she’s tumbling downAll she want is drinkin’ one more time