Darling don't go to the city
You'll get lost there in the crowd
All the girls there in the city
Drink and smoke and talk too loud
The women in the city sneak their whiskey from a cup
Oh is'nt it a pity when Irish girls grow up
Have you heard of Mary Gilligan
She's gone about two weeks
She's painted up her lips
When all the colour's left her cheeks
She never goes to Mass no more
She gave her virtue up
Oh is'nt it a pity when Irish girls grow up
Have you heard about the c***eys
The Russell's and Malloy's
Their girls all left the farm
And went a chasing city boys
Their mothers pray to Mary
That their girls won't turn corrupt
Oh is'nt it a pity when Irish girls grow up
And its God forgive me gossiping
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 is'nt it a pity when Irish girls grow up
So Darling don't go to the city
You'll get lost there in the crowd
All the girls there in the city
Drink and smoke and talk too loud
The women in the city sneak their whiskey from a cup
Oh is'nt it a pity when Irish girls grow up
Oh is'nt it a pity when Irish girls grow up
You'll get lost there in the crowd
All the girls there in the city
Drink and smoke and talk too loud
The women in the city sneak their whiskey from a cup
Oh is'nt it a pity when Irish girls grow up
Have you heard of Mary Gilligan
She's gone about two weeks
She's painted up her lips
When all the colour's left her cheeks
She never goes to Mass no more
She gave her virtue up
Oh is'nt it a pity when Irish girls grow up
Have you heard about the c***eys
The Russell's and Malloy's
Their girls all left the farm
And went a chasing city boys
Their mothers pray to Mary
That their girls won't turn corrupt
Oh is'nt it a pity when Irish girls grow up
And its God forgive me gossiping
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 is'nt it a pity when Irish girls grow up
So Darling don't go to the city
You'll get lost there in the crowd
All the girls there in the city
Drink and smoke and talk too loud
The women in the city sneak their whiskey from a cup
Oh is'nt it a pity when Irish girls grow up
Oh is'nt it a pity when Irish girls grow up