Тексты песен «Town Pants»

Well, here I am from Paddy's land, the land of high renown. I broke the hearts of all the girls for miles from Keady Town; And when they hear that I'm awa', they'll raise a hullaballoo When they hear about the handsome...

Morning came through my window Didn't stop to say hello Quickly made way for afternoon Afternoon stuck around Only 'till the sun went down Suddenly I'm staring at the moon Monday came and went so fast Barely noticed...

Oh, father why are you so sad On this bright Easter morn' When Irish men are proud and glad Of the land that they were born? Oh, son, I see in mem'ries few Of far off distant days When being just a lad like you I joined...

I had breakfast with St. Swithin He was waiting on a train He said, "Tell me all your troubles boy, I won't be through this way again." I said, "There's a certain one, and Her beauty's like an engine." He said, "Hang on...

The two of us just sitting here together in this room Everything the way that it should be You see the way I look at you it makes you turn away But then I catch you looking back at me It could all come crashing down...

In the streets of London Not long ago in a time The same gaslight to light your path Would leave shadows to hide the crime The drunks who were sick or asleep The gutters and the mice And the brave women who worked the...

Our troop was made ready at the dawn of the day From lovely Enniskillen they were marching us away. They put us then on board a ship to cross the raging main, To fight in bloody battle in the sunny land of Spain. Fare...

You may talk about your lancers, or your Irish Fusiliers, The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's Own Volunteers; Or any other regiment that's lyin' far awa' Come give to me the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa. Chorus: And...

Well Mary was a lass From the lower class She was an Irish emigree When she arrived in New York In a kitchen she found work Cooking meals in the Bowery In that kitchen Mary baked And never took a break And the people...

Chorus: And it's home boys, home! Home I'd like to be, home for a while, in me own country Where the oak and the ash and the bonny elm tree Are all a-growin' green in me own country There was an apprentice lived in...

It was down by Brannigan's corner one morning I did stray. I met a fellow rebel and to me he did say He had orders from our Captain to assemble at Dunbar But how were we to get there without a motor car. Oh Barney dear...

What's the news? What's the news? O my bold Shelmalier, With your long-barrelled gun, of the sea? Say, what wind from the sun blows his messenger here With a hymn of the dawn for the free? "Goodly news, goodly news, do...

It's 4am and we're sailing away From the port that we call home I feel a pain that I cannot explain A feeling I know all too well Tears won't help but I weep anyway For the ones that were left behind Slowly I can't...

Farewell, ye dungeons dark and drear, Farewell, farewell to ye, MacPherson's live will no be long Round yonder gallows-tree. Say rantingly and say wantonly, Say dauntingly gaed he; He play'd a tune, and danc'd it round...

He was Halifax born and bred Long in the arm and thick in the head To leave Halifax there's a quote Its "through a bottle or on a boat" So while he was no sailor He found work aboard a whaler But when they got to St...

Mr. Valentine's dead, and he's drinking Manhattans, singing a coal miner's tune. In his daddy's tuxedo and Fred Astaire shoes, he's the best looking corpse in the room. Mr. Valentine's dead, and the angels are waiting...

I am a weaver, a Carleton Weaver, I am a rash and a roving blade. I have silver in my pouches; I'm going to follow the roving trade. Chorus: Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O Whiskey, Whiskey,...

Here we are in New South Wales Shearing sheep as big as whales With leather necks and jaggy tails And hides as tough as rusty nails When shearing comes lay down your guns Step to the board you brand new chums With a...

As I was sitting by the fire Talking to O'Reilly's daughter Suddenly a thought came into my head I'd like to marry O'Reilly's daughter. Chorus: Giddy i-ae, Giddy i-ae, Giddy i-ae for the one-eyed Reilly Giddy i-ae (bang...

I've drunk an ocean And I've drowned in the tide And sitting here in this bar I've swallowed more than my pride... Vancouver, B.C. Is where it began I stayed on Abbott But I lived on Slocan We staggered and danced