Go Lucky Four - Rap Tap Tap | Текст песни

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Before I ever took to teaching I was a fairly decent chap,
Then they gave me fifty weans and a lovely length of leather strap.

Rap, tap, tap, upon yer fingers,
Rap, tap, tap, upon yer bum,
Rap, tap, tap, upon yer hand,
And I'll leave you with a blister like a Belfast ham,

'Och!' says I, 'I'll never use it; weans will all respond to talk.'
I told them that, then turned aroond and a wean he hit me with a piece of chalk.

'The boy that threw that chalk,' says I, 'he'll never grow tae be a man.
He's far too feart tae show himself.' But he did, and he threw another one.

Tae strap a boy's an awfy business -- every one's a mother's son.
Take the strap and spare the teachers -- issue every one a gun!

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