(Adge Cutler)
Chorus:
To the ram-do-day, the ram-do-dah
The ram-do-di-do-randy
To the ri-do-day, ri-do-dah
Ri-do-di twice daily
Ya-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
When I was a lad, I was very glad
To go out in the haytime
With my fork and my bottle and a cork
Right out in the haytime
Tossing hay one fine day
I met young Lucy Bailey
I said, My dear, are you often here
She said, Yes Sir, twice daily
We had such fun in the summer sun
Lucy was so thrilling
So sweet and pure but I wasn't sure
If that girl was willing
Until one day on the hay
We were working gaily
When she up's and slips, her knickers ripped
And I went there twice daily
Lucy's dad, he was very bad
Chased me round the hay barn
Said my son, now you've had your fun
The time has come to pay now
My girl you'll wed, the old man said
As he waved his shotgun gaily
If you don't, he says, I'll pop the lead
And you won't go there twice daily
So the very next day in the month of May
We held the ceremony
We paid off the vicar with a gallon of liquor
Rode to church on a pony
And to Lucy's joy, we had a boy
What a little darling
He's round and fat as a Cheshire cat
He's perky as a starling
Now we're old, our story's told
Of forty years together
Now we often stray where we tossed that hay
In that old-time summer weather
Kids we got ten or more
We goes on quite gaily
Though I'm old and grey, when I get my way
I still goes there twice daily
(as sung by The Wolfe Tones)