Song parody of
My Ginger Girl
by Krunchie Killeen
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I took her with me from County to County
Her hair in ringlets, her teeth like pearl
Now, there isn’t any town in the whole of the country
Where I didn’t drink a noggin with my ginger girl
I’ll fix your pots and I’ll fix your kettle
I’ll fix a handle to your frying pan
But, if there’s no utensil that is needing my mending
Then I’ll beg and I’ll borrow for my ginger girl
We travelled together from County to County
We travelled the country in our caravan
Hup there, Nijinsky, we’ll soon reach your tether
And we’ll have a little noggin in a village inn
She gave me a child; soon she gave me six childer
We all lived together in the caravan
I swear to God that they were never hungry
For I begged and I borrowed for my ginger girl
Well, she grew old, and I grew older
And Nijinsky died by the caravan
In a little tigeen, we now live together
And we talk about our life in the caravan
I took her with me from County to County
Her hair in ringlets, her teeth like pearl
Now, there isn’t any town in the whole of the country
Where I didn’t drink a noggin with my ginger girl
I took her with me from County to County
Her hair in ringlets, her teeth like pearl
Now, there isn’t any town in the whole of the country
Where I didn’t drink a noggin with my ginger girl
I’ll fix your pots and I’ll fix your kettle
I’ll fix a handle to your frying pan
But, if there’s no utensil that is needing my mending
Then I’ll beg and I’ll borrow for my ginger girl
We travelled together from County to County
We travelled the country in our caravan
Hup there, Nijinsky, we’ll soon reach your tether
And we’ll have a little noggin in a village inn
She gave me a child; soon she gave me six childer
We all lived together in the caravan
I swear to God that they were never hungry
For I begged and I borrowed for my ginger girl
Well, she grew old, and I grew older
And Nijinsky died by the caravan
In a little tigeen, we now live together
And we talk about our life in the caravan
I took her with me from County to County
Her hair in ringlets, her teeth like pearl
Now, there isn’t any town in the whole of the country
Where I didn’t drink a noggin with my ginger girl
