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Rose Of Tralee

アーティスト:Christy Moore  アルバム:Collection Part Two 

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Listen for a while And I'll tell you the story Of How I fell in love with The Rose Of Tralee It was about five o'clock in the morning I was only after gettin' off the mail boat. I was walking down the North Wall Minding me own business With me suitcase under me arm Sitting down every minute 'Til a voice behind me went Hello, hello, hello Where do you think you're going At this hour of the morning? I turned around And who do you think was standin' behind me Only the Rose of Tralee And she wearin' a grand new blue Ban Gardaí's uniform I thought she was a super How's it going there Rose Jasus girleen the last time I saw you Was down below there in The Dome Upstairs in the tent with Gaybo in the Pretty Polly tights And all them beauty queens from Tashkent, Istanbul, Bangkok and Liverpool and........... How's she cuttin there Rose... Can you account for your movements sez she Ah Rose, there's no need to be like that But I can give you all the movements you want You'd better sharpen your pencil You're goin' to be busy little woman Christy's got a memory like a super-grass I can remember things that never happened at all, The first thing I can remember Is the 7th of May 1945 At the back of Donnelly's Hollow The night before Pa Connolly drove the Roadstone lorry Into the Seven Springs And St. Brigid started rollin' out the Tintawn Across the Curragh of Kildare Then I woke up one morning It was after gettin conscripted into the altar boys I was ringin the bells and swingin the thurible Sure the smell of the incense Would remind you of the inside of an Arab's tent And no sign of Ghaddafi nowhere In those days Down in Newbridge Co. Kildare An altar boy would get a pound for a funeral Two pound for a wedding And a good kick up in the arse If he didn't put enough wine in the chaliceAt he early mass. Ah!"Ita Missa Est" says Rose "Gloria Tibi Domine" says I I didn't know you had to have the Latin To get into Templemore I love to hear the old bit of Latin The old Tridentine "Kyrie Eleison" I can't stand them Folk Masses All them trendy priestsTrippin' over each other To sing balladsAt half time in the Bingo Sure the Nine First FridaysNever killed anyone Well ! The next thing I knew, Rose I was servin' me time to be A corner boy up in the Curragh Camp I was trying to teach the sheep how to talk Irish Then I got a job selling lambs balls to mushroom farmers That couldn't afford horseshite One day I was walkin' across the Curragh of Kildare And I fell into an officer's mess I ended up in the F.C.A. Squarebashin' around the wet canteen Until the commanding officer heard That me Granny once confessed To a fellow whose Sister's brother in law was Married to a man whoseFirst cousin used to fill Hot water bottles for Patrick SarsfieldBefore the battle of Clongorey I had to go on the run. Gubu Gubu *Gubu Gubu I ran so fast thatI ended up in Paddington A million miles away from The Land Of saints and scholars I was Diggin' Footins Scrapin' Pots Pullin' cable Startin' Drotts Boilin' Kettles Makin' Tea Diggin' Deep Rose and Thrown Away I was a disposable PaddyServin' me time to be a Co-Pilot on a kango hammer in Shepherd's Bush Doin' 86 MPH on a JCB down the Kilburn High Road When the SPG flagged me down and held me under the PTA Until I got away and went underground with the Green Murphy One Thursday night I was headin' down the Hammersmith Broadway I met a friend of mine from Ballaghadereenin the Co. Roscommon Who was a demolition expert - Georgian houses were his speciality Any chance for a start?What would you know about demolition? (I've been well known to demolish a rake of large bottles)


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