97th Regimental String Band - Garryowen şarkı sözleri
Sanatçı: 97th Regimental String Band
albüm: Marching Along: Civil War Era Songs, Vol. VI
Come Bacchus' sons be not dismayed
Come join with me every jovial blade
Come booze and sing and lend your aid
To help me with the chorus
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory
We are the boys who take delight
In smashing Limerick lamps at night
And through the street like sportsters fight
Tearing all before us
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory
We'll make the mayor and sheriffs run
We'll cheat the bailiffs of their fun
We are the lads no man dares dun
If his old skin he values
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory
We'll smash the windows, we'll break down doors
The watch knock down by threes and fours
And we'll let the doctors work their cures
And tinker with our bruises
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory
Our hearts so stout have won us fame
For soon 'tis known from whence we came
Where'er we go they dread the name
Of Garryowen in glory
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory
Come join with me every jovial blade
Come booze and sing and lend your aid
To help me with the chorus
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory
We are the boys who take delight
In smashing Limerick lamps at night
And through the street like sportsters fight
Tearing all before us
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory
We'll make the mayor and sheriffs run
We'll cheat the bailiffs of their fun
We are the lads no man dares dun
If his old skin he values
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory
We'll smash the windows, we'll break down doors
The watch knock down by threes and fours
And we'll let the doctors work their cures
And tinker with our bruises
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory
Our hearts so stout have won us fame
For soon 'tis known from whence we came
Where'er we go they dread the name
Of Garryowen in glory
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory
Sanatçının diğer albümleri
Raise a Ruckus: Civil War Era Songs, Vol. V
2007 · albüm
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