Diabolical Things by The Irish Rovers Lyrics

There was a rich widow from [?]
With heavenly looks but a devil was she
She buried her husbands, one two and three
And all of them died quite mysteriously

Well the first was the farmer [?]
Who owned all the land around [?]
He was cutting the hay the last he was seen
And he ended up baled by his threshing machine

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Oh isn't it funny what money can do?
The root of all evil, it's said to be true
Tell me what would you do to be rich as a king?
Would you do diabolical things?

The next was a gentleman scholar of notе
Famous and rich from the words that he wrote
But a book from thе shelf fell down on his head
A right heavy tome made sure he was dead
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And then she was wed to a singer of fame
The idol of millions and worth quite the same
Till sadly his favorite new toy failed to brake
But the poor grieving widow put on a great wake

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Now only she knows if it's lies or the truth
For if it was murder, there was never no proof
But there's devious things that can happen you see
If you marry the widow of [?]

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