Drunken Seamstress


words: Padraig Ruad O'Maolagain
tune: Drunken Sailor

What shall we do with a drunken seamstress
What shall we do with a drunken seamstress
What shall we do with a drunken seamstress
Early in the morning?

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Way-hey, up she rises
Way-hey, up she rises
Way-hey, up she rises
Early in the morning.

Lock her in a privy 'til she's sober...

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Sew her in her tent with a running lockstitch...

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Make her go to Court in a half-sewn tunic...

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Shave her belly with a rusty scissors...

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Put her in a tent with a sweaty fighter...

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You should smell that sweaty fighter...

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That's what we do with a drunken seamstress...

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