| Song | Drunken Boat |
| Artist | The Pogues |
| Album | Dirty Old Town - The Platinum Collection |
| 作词 : Fearnley | |
| The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town | |
| A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down | |
| A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping through the roar | |
| With me head inise a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor | |
| Mother pack me bags because I'm off to foreign parts | |
| Don't ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm sure it's off the charts | |
| I'll pin your likeness on the wall right buy my sleeping head | |
| I'll send you cards and letters so you'll know that I'm not dead | |
| By this time in a week I should be far away from home | |
| Trailing fingers through the phospor or asleep in flowers of foam | |
| From Macao to Acapulco from Havana to Seville | |
| We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the hill | |
| An aria with the Russians at the piano in the bar | |
| With icefloes through the window we raised glasses to the Czar | |
| We squared off on a dockside with a coupled hundred Finns | |
| And we dallied in the 'dilly and we stoaked ourselves in gin | |
| Now the only deck I'd want to walk | |
| Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet | |
| And the only sea I want to sail | |
| Is the darkned pond in the scented dusk | |
| Where a kid crouced full of sadness | |
| Lets his boat go drifting out | |
| Into the evening sun | |
| We sailed through constellations and were rutted by the storm | |
| I crumpled under cudgel blows and finally came ashore | |
| I spent the next two years or more just staring at the wall | |
| We went to sea to see the world and what d'you think we saw? | |
| If we turned the table upside down and sailed around the bed | |
| Clamped knives between our teeth and tied bandannas round our heads | |
| With the wainscot our horizon and the ceiling as the sky | |
| You'd not expect that anyone would go and fucking die | |
| At nights we passed the bottle round and drank to our lost friends | |
| We lay alone upon our bunks and prayed that this would end | |
| A wall of moving shadows with rows of swinging keys | |
| We dreamed that whole Leviathans lay rotting in the weeds | |
| There's a sound that comes from miles away if you lean your head to hear | |
| A ship's bell rings on board a wreck where the air is still and clear | |
| And up in heaven that means another angel's got his wings | |
| But all below it signifies is a ship's gone in the drink |
| zuò cí : Fearnley | |
| The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town | |
| A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down | |
| A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping through the roar | |
| With me head inise a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor | |
| Mother pack me bags because I' m off to foreign parts | |
| Don' t ask me where I' m going ' cause I' m sure it' s off the charts | |
| I' ll pin your likeness on the wall right buy my sleeping head | |
| I' ll send you cards and letters so you' ll know that I' m not dead | |
| By this time in a week I should be far away from home | |
| Trailing fingers through the phospor or asleep in flowers of foam | |
| From Macao to Acapulco from Havana to Seville | |
| We' ll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the hill | |
| An aria with the Russians at the piano in the bar | |
| With icefloes through the window we raised glasses to the Czar | |
| We squared off on a dockside with a coupled hundred Finns | |
| And we dallied in the ' dilly and we stoaked ourselves in gin | |
| Now the only deck I' d want to walk | |
| Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet | |
| And the only sea I want to sail | |
| Is the darkned pond in the scented dusk | |
| Where a kid crouced full of sadness | |
| Lets his boat go drifting out | |
| Into the evening sun | |
| We sailed through constellations and were rutted by the storm | |
| I crumpled under cudgel blows and finally came ashore | |
| I spent the next two years or more just staring at the wall | |
| We went to sea to see the world and what d' you think we saw? | |
| If we turned the table upside down and sailed around the bed | |
| Clamped knives between our teeth and tied bandannas round our heads | |
| With the wainscot our horizon and the ceiling as the sky | |
| You' d not expect that anyone would go and fucking die | |
| At nights we passed the bottle round and drank to our lost friends | |
| We lay alone upon our bunks and prayed that this would end | |
| A wall of moving shadows with rows of swinging keys | |
| We dreamed that whole Leviathans lay rotting in the weeds | |
| There' s a sound that comes from miles away if you lean your head to hear | |
| A ship' s bell rings on board a wreck where the air is still and clear | |
| And up in heaven that means another angel' s got his wings | |
| But all below it signifies is a ship' s gone in the drink |