Irish Washerwoman

As she’s falling down

Drinkin’ another whiskey shot

Rollin’ proudly in the mud

She’s the beauty of the bank

Got two jobs now

Wash the clothes and wash the balls

Blowing like wind in the malls

The lady of the rank

You know the old story

About Sailor Sally

The years have passed away

And the whiskey bottles too

Working for the laundrey

Her service for the country

Find her sacrifice nightly

In the mountain dew

And as she’s tumbling down

All she want is drinkin’ all the wine

As she’s falling down

Drinkin’ another whiskey shot

Rollin’ proudly in the mud

She’s the beauty of the bank

Got two jobs now

Wash the clothes and wash the balls

Blowing like wind in the malls

The lady of the rank

One windy cold night

She rolled by the dockside

Saw her bonnie captain

And her heart started to beat

All in the flurry

Took a gulp in a hurry

But she was far too drunk

And fell to the sea

And as she’s tumbling down

All she want is drinkin’ one more time