When Irish Girls Grow Up
Tom Russell Lyrics


Darling don't go to the city, you'll get lost there in the crowd
All the boys there in the city, drink and smoke and talk too loud
The women in the city, sneak their whisky from a cup
Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up

Have you heard of Mary Gilligan, she's gone about three weeks
She's painted up her lips, when all the colour left her cheeks
She never goes to Mass no more, she gave her virtue up
Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up
Have you heard about the Cooneys, the Russells and Malloys
Their girls all left the farm and went to chasing city boys
Their mothers pray to Mary that their girls won't turn corrupt
Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up

Oh god, forgive me saying it, but I swear that it's all true
The lord should strike me dead, should this beset the likes of you
Your lips will not touch alcohol, it's tea that you shall sup
Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up

Darling don't go to the city, you'll get lost there in the crowd
All the boys there in the city, drink and smoke and talk too loud
And the women in the city, sneak their whisky from a cup
Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up
Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up

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