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 ev'ryone of them in Them in 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 cold 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 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 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 my 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
For the group effort. Also I'm not a creep. I'm practicing fellowship. Ah beamed ceilings create such wonderful baffles for sound :( That's the only drawback on this one. But well done everyone!
@@MrPendell A viola-like instrument with sympathetic strings could be a hardanger fiddle. The nyckelharpa is the big stringed instrument with keys under what would be the fingerboard and a short bow.
Every once in a while, the RUclips algorithm really gets a recommendation right
In court after being found guilty on all charges, she asked for leniency because she was an orphan.
Or-phan - she asked 'cause she was an or-phan
One of the few Tom Lehrer songs I hadn’t heard over the years
Betsy’s face imitating the grin is hilarious 1:16
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 ev'ryone of them in
Them in
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 cold 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 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
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 my 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
You are SO multi talented!! Love the band.
Absolutely outstanding! You continue to delight and amaze. Brava!
For the group effort. Also I'm not a creep. I'm practicing fellowship. Ah beamed ceilings create such wonderful baffles for sound :( That's the only drawback on this one. But well done everyone!
Thank you so much!!
A perfect song for Saint Patrick's.
This is one of my favourites from Mr. Lehrer! You all did a brilliant cover of this dark humour classic!
I love both the group and that you performed the whole song.
Much better than the short, lip syncs!
This song is quite literally the soundtrack of my youth.
Chilllls! You nailed this!
Excellent! I have the original vinly too...
Wonderful stuff well done ! :-)
Betsy is great
What is that instrument being bowed that looks like a hurdy gurdy in the back?
A nyckelharpa. A tradtional swedish instrument
Sort of a viola with a bunch of additional sympathetic drone strings, correct?
@@MrPendell A viola-like instrument with sympathetic strings could be a hardanger fiddle. The nyckelharpa is the big stringed instrument with keys under what would be the fingerboard and a short bow.
yes, what the others said Nyckelharpa also known as a key fiddle
Could you list what the instruments are everyone is playing? I recognize most but have not seen some.
2 flutes, penny whistle, accordion, upright bass, banjo, nyckelharpa, fiddle, fiddle, mandolin, nyckelharpa, guitar 🥰