Fie on goodness, fie Fie on goodness, fie Eight years of kindness to your neighbor Making sure that the meek are treated well Eight years of philanthropic labor Derry down dell, damn, but it's hell Oh, fie on goodness, fie Fie, fie, fie It's been depressing all the way Derry down, derry down And getting glummer every day Derry down, derry down Ah, but to burn a little town Or slay a dozen men Anything to laugh again Oh, fie on goodness, fie Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie When I think of the rollicking pleasures That earlier filled my life Lolly lo, lolly lo Like the time I beheaded a man Who was beating his naked wife Lolly lo, lolly lo I can still hear his widow say Never moving from where she lay "Tell me what can I do, I beg, sir, of you Your kindness to repay" Fie on goodness, fie Fie on goodness, fie Lechery and vice have been arrested, arrested Not a maiden is evermore in threat Virgins may wander unmolested, unmolested Lolly lo let, gad, it's a sweat Oh, fie on goodness, fie Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie How we roared and brawled in Scotland Not a law was e'er obeyed And when wooing called in Scotland We'd grab any parsing maid Ah, my heart is still in Scotland Where the lasses woo the best On some bonny hill in Scotland Stroking someone's bonny Fie on Scotland, fie Fie on Scotland, fie No one repents for any sin now Every soul is immaculate and trim, immaculate No one is covered with chagrin now Lolly lo lim, gad, but it's grim Oh, fie on goodness, fie Fie, fie, fie There's not a folly to deplore Derry down, derry down Confession Sunday is a bore Derry down, derry down Ah, but to spend a tortured evening Staring at the floor Guilty and alive once more Oh, fie on virtue, fie Fie on mercy, fie Fie on justice, fie on goodness Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie
Fie on goodness, fie Fie on goodness, fie Eight years of kindness to your neighbor Making sure that the meek are treated well Eight years of philanthropic labor Derry down dell, damn, but it's hell Oh, fie on goodness, fie Fie, fie, fie It's been depressing all the way Derry down, derry down And getting glummer every day Derry down, derry down Ah, but to burn a little town Or slay a dozen men Anything to laugh again Oh, fie on goodness, fie Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie When I think of the rollicking pleasures That earlier filled my life Lolly lo, lolly lo Like the time I beheaded a man Who was beating his naked wife Lolly lo, lolly lo I can still hear his widow say Never moving from where she lay "Tell me what can I do, I beg, sir, of you Your kindness to repay" Fie on goodness, fie Fie on goodness, fie Lechery and vice have been arrested, arrested Not a maiden is evermore in threat Virgins may wander unmolested, unmolested Lolly lo let, gad, it's a sweat Oh, fie on goodness, fie Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie How we roared and brawled in Scotland Not a law was e'er obeyed And when wooing called in Scotland We'd grab any parsing maid Ah, my heart is still in Scotland Where the lasses woo the best On some bonny hill in Scotland Stroking someone's bonny Fie on Scotland, fie Fie on Scotland, fie No one repents for any sin now Every soul is immaculate and trim, immaculate No one is covered with chagrin now Lolly lo lim, gad, but it's grim Oh, fie on goodness, fie Fie, fie, fie There's not a folly to deplore Derry down, derry down Confession Sunday is a bore Derry down, derry down Ah, but to spend a tortured evening Staring at the floor Guilty and alive once more Oh, fie on virtue, fie Fie on mercy, fie Fie on justice, fie on goodness Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie
