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Here we are we've come to call with pipes and flutes and fiddles and all
In case of death we've even brought a keener,
So, if you're glum and feeling down just feel like us
And act the clown and soon there'll be a change in your demeanour.
(lilting)
I put me money on a horse today for with the race he'd run away
Or so a friend that's in the know he told me,
Twenty lengths ahead at most, he proundly cantered pass the post

Eileen Og an' that the darlin's name is
Through the Barony her features they were famous
If we loved her then who was there to blame us
For wasn't she the Pride of Petravore?
But her beauty made us all so shy
Not a man could look her in the eye
Boys, Oh boys, sure that's the reason why
We're in mournin' for the Pride of Petravore

THE GALWAY RACES

(один из вариантов песни)

With me whack foldeda folde dithery idle day

As I rode down to Galway town to seek for recreation
On the seventeenth of August my mind was elevated,

I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole me comb
But that's alright 'till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin City
She is a courtin' one two three
Pray won't you tell me who is she?

(один из вариантов текста песни)

One evening in the month of June
As I was sitting in my room
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch."

Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay,

MOLLY MALONE

In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheel barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and mussels alive, alive ho'

THE REAL OULD MOUNTAIN DEW
(Traditional)

Oh, let the grasses grow and the waters flow
In a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare ould stuff
That's made near Galway Bay
Come gougers all from Donegal

Let the grasses grow
and the waters flow in a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff
that's made near Galway Bay
Come gangers all from Donegal,
Sligo and Leitrim too
Oh, we'll give 'em a slip
and we'll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew

А я грязный, безобразный,
Я пьяный в говно,
И всё, что имел я, пропито давно.
Пускай не пришёлся я вам ко двору,
Но я - забулдыга, и им я умру.

Я стал забулдыгой с 16-и лет,
Вдоль и поперёк исходил я весь свет.

As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,

musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol

Oh the summertime is coming
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go, Lassie go?
Chorus
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme