To the tune of Mrs. McGrath:
Oh let me tell you of a story that will give you a shock
a story’bout a murder on St. John’s Dock
the person in question was Biddy McGraw
and she strangled two sailors with the straps of her bra
CHORUS
Too rah hoo rah hah, fiddle dee da ra
too rah too rah too rah hah
Well they tried to get her drunk on her own corn liquor
but as quick as they were be Jaysus she was quicker
She remembered she was told by her ma and her da
to keep both hands on the straps of yer bra CHORUS
so she wrapped those straps around the big sailor's head
and she threw him in the river like a crust of bread
then the small sailor laughed and he said “Haw Haw”
so she stuffed his gob with the rest of her bra
His face turned purple and before he fell...
she picked up her miniskirt and ran like hell CHORUS
She went home that night ‘bout a quarter to one
happy and contented with a job well done
she told her story to her ma and her da
they said,”Tanks be to God you were wearin’ yer bra!” CHORUS
Now all you ladies who go walking late at night
don’t keep the straps of yer bra too tight
just remember the story of Biddy McGraw
and keep both yer hands on the straps of yer bra CHORUS
From Michael Doherty who saw the author live in Scotland:
Biddy McGrath
Words by Matt McGinn Heathside Music 1968
Tune: Mrs McGrath
Well, have you heard of Biddy McGrath?
She strangled two sailors with the straps of her bra
She tied one strap around the little fella’s head
And threw him in the Liffey like a crust of bread
Chorus
With yer too-ri-a, fal-the-diddle-da
To-ri-oor-ri-oor-ri-a
With yer too-ri-a, fal-the-diddle-da
To-ri-oor-ri-oor-ri-a
Biddy turned round on the big fella then
She took him in her fingers like a ball-point pen
She twirled him north and she twirled him south
Then she tied the other strap around the poor fella’s mouth
The policeman said to Biddy McGrath
“What’s this you’ve been doing with the straps of you bra?”
Say she, “Get along and on with yer job”,
And she stuffed the remainder in the policeman’s gob.
The judge he said to Biddy McGrath
“Yer a thorough disgrace to yer ma and yer pa”
Says she, “them sailors were feeding me the cure
And treating me as if I were a lady”
So if you’re ever in Dublin town
Where Nelson’s monument used to be found
And you come across a girl with a brand new bra
Beware if her name be Biddy McGrath
