x2 Verse : Tooralooraloo, Whackfoldadi My uncle was sent to Daingean My Granda to Letterfrack And the child that was locked up there Never did come back Some were raped and some were tortured Some beaten and abused, Frightened little children, so lonely and so confused Now the Irish have their stories and their music that?s passed on From distant generations, who were kept down for so long But they also have the madness, child abuse and rage Sexual frustration passed down from another a (guitaretab.com)