The Clancy Brothers, Tommy Makem все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
A gentle Irishman, mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of the tipp' lin' way
With the love of the liquor, poor Tim was born
And to help him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn

When goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
When goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
When goin' the road to sweet Athy,
A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Johnny, I hardly knew ye

With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo