Bobby Horton - Garry Owen | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Bobby Horton
• Garry Owen

1. Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed
But join with me, each jovial blade
Come, booze and sing and lend your aid
And help me with the chorus:

Chorus:
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory.

2. We'll make the mayor and sheriff run
We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun
We are the boys no man dares dun
If he regards a whole skin.

Chorus

3. We'll break the windows, we'll break the doors,
The watch knock down by threes and fours,
And let the doctors work their cures,
And tinker up our bruised.

Chorus

4. Our hearts so stout have got us fame
For soon 'tis known from whence we came
Where'er we go they fear the name
Of Garryowen in glory.

Сhorus

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