Maid of Cabra West

It’s all for the love of a fair young maid that in Cabra-west did reside

Meself-I-lived up in Donnybrook it is a one and fi’penny ride

But there was a fly in the ointment now that you very seldom see

For although I loved her terrible well, she was in love with a Portugee

Now he was a nasty piece of goods Gonzales was his name

And he couldn’t wait for to get his hands on Concepta who was me dame

So I made a vow be the Grand Canal that I would do him in

For I did-not like them Portuguese, and in particular I didn’t like him

So I follee’d him up to Grafton Street one evening just for fun

Around be the Mercers hospital, next door to the Bartley Dunne’s

I spied them sitting in a corner seat they were kissing and holding hands

And there he was seducing her with pints of Babychams

So I followed him up to his lodgings in Rathgar or thereabouts

And as he walked up the alleyway sure I battered him inside out

Well he gave out many’s an open and swear ‘til he was dead I’m sure

Then I lifted up the manhole-lid and I dropped him down the sewer

Now when the moth she heard of this she made me life a hell

And all for the sake of peace and quiet sure I did her in as well

And as now I’m up before the judge to answer for me crime

He says I didn’t mind the first one son, but not the second time

Now it’s all for the love of a fair young maid and her Portuguese sailor boy

For the passionate love of that fair young maid I’ve landed in Mountjoy

And if ever I get out again me life I’ll change you’ll see

And I’ll marry with a mott from Walkinstown who, wouldn’t look at a Portugee