Heilagur Patrekur!

/ mars 19, 2008

17. mars var dagur heilags Patreks, dagur sem Írar halda mikið uppá. Við biðjum að heilsa Írum.

Hér flytja Dubliners og Pogues-flokkurinn lagið The Irish Rover. Við getum fullvissað ykkur um að í glasinu hans Shane McGowan (þessi sem aldrei verður notaður í tannkremsauglýsingar) er ekki vatn.
Þeir sem vilja fylgja textanum smelli á hið alkunna „read more“.

In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six,
We set sail from the Coal Quay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New York
We’d an elegant craft, it was rigged ‘fore and aft
And how the trade winds drove her
She had twenty-three masts and she stood several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O’Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper on the Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses’ hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs and six million dogs
And seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bales of old nanny goats’ tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And our ship lost her way in the fog
And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two
‘Twas meself and the captain’s old dog
Then the ship struck a rock; oh Lord what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
We turned nine times around – then the poor old dog was drowned
Now I’m the last of the Irish Rover

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