Ronnie Drew - Gunner McGee | Текст песни

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• Ronnie Drew
• Gunner McGee

When the sun it goes down in old Dublin Town
And the moon took me out for a gargle
In me old Sam Brown belt and brimmer of felt
I'd go down by the banks of the Dargle
I was only a boy, and me gun was a toy
And how I grew up was a marvel
But history was made of the games that we played
Down by the old river Dargle

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It's one, two and three, I'm the Gunner McGee
I live by me wits and the gargle
Yet attained o' a three, say a small glory be
For McGee and the boys of Dargle

When the risin' went down in old Dublin Town
There was none took me out for a gargle
And the men in the street they just spit through their teeth
At McGee and the boys of Dargle
They could not understand all the fine things we planned
It made Lloyd George stand back and marvel
And they talked of their pride, while James Connolly died
For the dreams that we dreamed on the Dargle

Chorus

When the sun it goes down in old Dublin Town
And the moon took me out for a gargle
I'd go down by a drain full of rubbish and shame
That once was the proud river Dargle
Sure it's one, two and three, I'm the Gunner McGee
No longer a threat or a marvel
For what to me is the same thing you see
That's happened the proud river Dargle

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