Song | Darcy's Donkey |
Artist | Gaelic Storm |
Album | What's the Rumpus? |
作曲 : Murphy, Twigger, Wehmeyer | |
T'was up in the Bluestack mountains, D'arcy kept a bit of a still | |
We were sneaking home a bottle, when the guards came up the hill | |
“Lose the booze” cried D'arcy and before we could reply, | |
He'd dumped it in the nosebag of his donkey standing by. | |
The donkey had a ganky leg, and only one good eye. | |
When he got a lick of the whiskey, he'd swear that he could fly | |
He rocketed through the roundabout, and down by Jamesie's bar, | |
Then he vaulted through the hedges at the track at Ballintra | |
Here's to you, to me and one and all | |
To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall | |
Here's to you, to me and one and all | |
The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal | |
The garda chased the donkey, and we followed in pursuit, | |
For fear they'd spill the whiskey, we begged them not to shoot | |
We barreled through the turnstiles, we got there just in time, | |
To place our bets before the lot of ‘em reached the starting line. | |
The flag was up, the race was on, the donkey looked behind | |
He saw the guards were after him but sure he didn't mind | |
He had himself another sip, and a second one as well, | |
Then bucked and kicked and knocked the competition all to hell. | |
Here's to you, to me and one and all | |
To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall | |
Here's to you, to me and one and all | |
The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal | |
The donkey passed the post about a lap or two ahead | |
He finished off the whiskey, then toppled over dead | |
We went to check the bets and found when everything was done | |
The garda came in second and paid 25 to one! | |
So we dragged the donkey's carcass down to Jamesie's for a pint | |
To drink up all our winnings, and to celebrate the night | |
We missed the poor old donkey, but still we had to laugh | |
When Jamesie made a trophy of the donkey's better half | |
So raise a beer in the air, to the famous derriere | |
Everybody raise a glass to D'arcy's ass! D'arcy's ass! | |
Everybody raise a glass to D'arcy's ass! D'arcy's ass! | |
Here's to you, to me and one and all | |
To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall | |
Here's to you, to me and one and all | |
The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal |
zuò qǔ : Murphy, Twigger, Wehmeyer | |
T' was up in the Bluestack mountains, D' arcy kept a bit of a still | |
We were sneaking home a bottle, when the guards came up the hill | |
" Lose the booze" cried D' arcy and before we could reply, | |
He' d dumped it in the nosebag of his donkey standing by. | |
The donkey had a ganky leg, and only one good eye. | |
When he got a lick of the whiskey, he' d swear that he could fly | |
He rocketed through the roundabout, and down by Jamesie' s bar, | |
Then he vaulted through the hedges at the track at Ballintra | |
Here' s to you, to me and one and all | |
To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall | |
Here' s to you, to me and one and all | |
The day that D' arcy' s drunken donkey won the race at Donegal | |
The garda chased the donkey, and we followed in pursuit, | |
For fear they' d spill the whiskey, we begged them not to shoot | |
We barreled through the turnstiles, we got there just in time, | |
To place our bets before the lot of ' em reached the starting line. | |
The flag was up, the race was on, the donkey looked behind | |
He saw the guards were after him but sure he didn' t mind | |
He had himself another sip, and a second one as well, | |
Then bucked and kicked and knocked the competition all to hell. | |
Here' s to you, to me and one and all | |
To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall | |
Here' s to you, to me and one and all | |
The day that D' arcy' s drunken donkey won the race at Donegal | |
The donkey passed the post about a lap or two ahead | |
He finished off the whiskey, then toppled over dead | |
We went to check the bets and found when everything was done | |
The garda came in second and paid 25 to one! | |
So we dragged the donkey' s carcass down to Jamesie' s for a pint | |
To drink up all our winnings, and to celebrate the night | |
We missed the poor old donkey, but still we had to laugh | |
When Jamesie made a trophy of the donkey' s better half | |
So raise a beer in the air, to the famous derriere | |
Everybody raise a glass to D' arcy' s ass! D' arcy' s ass! | |
Everybody raise a glass to D' arcy' s ass! D' arcy' s ass! | |
Here' s to you, to me and one and all | |
To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall | |
Here' s to you, to me and one and all | |
The day that D' arcy' s drunken donkey won the race at Donegal |