Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh
There’s all kinds of inventions and some of them are fine.
But the greatest yoke of all is a bit of baling twine.
Ye can tie up your boots, when ye have no laces.
Twill hauld up your trousers, when ye haven’t got no braces.
Chorus
Oh baling, baling, baling, baling, baling twine.
They used ta call it binder twine in me fathers time.
Baling, baling, baling, baling, baling twine.
Sure the bit of baling twine, I use it all the time.
You can tie it round the garden gate, for to keep the childer in.
Tie it round the rubbish bag, if ye haven’t got a bin.
It will help ye mend the clothes line, if the line does ever break.
Ye can wrap it round a little tree, to tie it to a stake.
Chorus
Oh baling, baling, baling, baling, baling twine.
They used ta call it binder twine in me fathers time.
Baling, baling, baling, baling, baling twine.
Sure the bit of baling twine I use it all the time.
There’s all kinds of inventions and some of them are fine.
But the greatest yoke of all is a bit of baling twine.
Ye can tie up your boots, when ye have no laces.
‘Twill hauld up your trousers, when ye haven’t got no braces.
Chorus
Oh baling, baling, baling, baling, baling twine.
They used ta call it binder twine in me fathers time.
Baling, baling, baling, baling, baling twine.
Sure the bit of baling twine, I use it all the time.