Girls Along the Road Lyrics

Song	Girls Along the Road
Artist	Fiddler's Green
Album	Folk Raider
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	作曲 : Traditional
	Oh I’m just in the vein of a nice refrain so pay attention round
	And the name I’ll tell of a fine young swell and a rich young man called Brown
	Oh he listed in the Antrim rifle corps all you who listen to me ode
	Do the thing that’s right going home tonight with the girls along the road
	Brown was a spark he was fond of a lark, a married man tho’ not chaste
	And little he cared if his own wife heard if another girl took his taste
	Aye and he himself dressed in his regimental best as proud as a peacock strode
	Admiring the girls with their long hair curled as they walked along the road
	Oh he courted a girl with nice curly hair, blue boots and a red leather belt
	And he idly talked as he onward walked endeavoring her heart to melt
	And his gay grenadier with a wink and a leer enquired her name and abode
	And he felt as grand as a lord of the land with the girls along the road
	Mr. Brown and his love sat down in a tavern hard near by
	And he called for a drain of the good champagne and a plate of the old pork pie
	And his arms he placed around her waist and his heart with love overflowed
	And he says it’s alright we’ll be happy tonight with the girls along the road
	O this funny little man he had just begun his love tales to outpour
	When who should he see but his own Mrs B. peeping in at the parlour door
	With a bolt like a bear she fastened in his hair for the signs of her anger showed
	Saying I’ll tear away your eyes if you go to exercise with the girls along the road
	Now to set matters right these women had a fight a first rate tumble up and down
	And they sent to smithereens hats, coats and crinolines and then they set to work on Brown
	He was jolly well thrashed and his head all bashed as the crowd their anger bestowed
	And his fine uniform was all torn in the storm with the girls along the road
	Now Mr. Brown has broken with the peace he’s been taken to a police cell
	There to ruminate on his sad unlucky fate like many’s a fine young swell
	And the very next day sure his wife ran away because of this little episode
	He’s about there still but he never goes to drill with the girls along the road

	zuo qu : Traditional
	Oh I' m just in the vein of a nice refrain so pay attention round
	And the name I' ll tell of a fine young swell and a rich young man called Brown
	Oh he listed in the Antrim rifle corps all you who listen to me ode
	Do the thing that' s right going home tonight with the girls along the road
	Brown was a spark he was fond of a lark, a married man tho' not chaste
	And little he cared if his own wife heard if another girl took his taste
	Aye and he himself dressed in his regimental best as proud as a peacock strode
	Admiring the girls with their long hair curled as they walked along the road
	Oh he courted a girl with nice curly hair, blue boots and a red leather belt
	And he idly talked as he onward walked endeavoring her heart to melt
	And his gay grenadier with a wink and a leer enquired her name and abode
	And he felt as grand as a lord of the land with the girls along the road
	Mr. Brown and his love sat down in a tavern hard near by
	And he called for a drain of the good champagne and a plate of the old pork pie
	And his arms he placed around her waist and his heart with love overflowed
	And he says it' s alright we' ll be happy tonight with the girls along the road
	O this funny little man he had just begun his love tales to outpour
	When who should he see but his own Mrs B. peeping in at the parlour door
	With a bolt like a bear she fastened in his hair for the signs of her anger showed
	Saying I' ll tear away your eyes if you go to exercise with the girls along the road
	Now to set matters right these women had a fight a first rate tumble up and down
	And they sent to smithereens hats, coats and crinolines and then they set to work on Brown
	He was jolly well thrashed and his head all bashed as the crowd their anger bestowed
	And his fine uniform was all torn in the storm with the girls along the road
	Now Mr. Brown has broken with the peace he' s been taken to a police cell
	There to ruminate on his sad unlucky fate like many' s a fine young swell
	And the very next day sure his wife ran away because of this little episode
	He' s about there still but he never goes to drill with the girls along the road

	zuò qǔ : Traditional
	Oh I' m just in the vein of a nice refrain so pay attention round
	And the name I' ll tell of a fine young swell and a rich young man called Brown
	Oh he listed in the Antrim rifle corps all you who listen to me ode
	Do the thing that' s right going home tonight with the girls along the road
	Brown was a spark he was fond of a lark, a married man tho' not chaste
	And little he cared if his own wife heard if another girl took his taste
	Aye and he himself dressed in his regimental best as proud as a peacock strode
	Admiring the girls with their long hair curled as they walked along the road
	Oh he courted a girl with nice curly hair, blue boots and a red leather belt
	And he idly talked as he onward walked endeavoring her heart to melt
	And his gay grenadier with a wink and a leer enquired her name and abode
	And he felt as grand as a lord of the land with the girls along the road
	Mr. Brown and his love sat down in a tavern hard near by
	And he called for a drain of the good champagne and a plate of the old pork pie
	And his arms he placed around her waist and his heart with love overflowed
	And he says it' s alright we' ll be happy tonight with the girls along the road
	O this funny little man he had just begun his love tales to outpour
	When who should he see but his own Mrs B. peeping in at the parlour door
	With a bolt like a bear she fastened in his hair for the signs of her anger showed
	Saying I' ll tear away your eyes if you go to exercise with the girls along the road
	Now to set matters right these women had a fight a first rate tumble up and down
	And they sent to smithereens hats, coats and crinolines and then they set to work on Brown
	He was jolly well thrashed and his head all bashed as the crowd their anger bestowed
	And his fine uniform was all torn in the storm with the girls along the road
	Now Mr. Brown has broken with the peace he' s been taken to a police cell
	There to ruminate on his sad unlucky fate like many' s a fine young swell
	And the very next day sure his wife ran away because of this little episode
	He' s about there still but he never goes to drill with the girls along the road

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