Martin Simpson - Garryowen Lyrics

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Garryowen

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What Are The Lyrics For Garryowen By Martin Simpson?
Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed
But join with me, each jovial blade Come, drink and sing and lend your aid To help me with the chorus: Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale And pay the reckoning on the nail; No man for debt shall go to jail From Garryowen in glory. We are the boys who take delight In smashing Limerick lamps at night, And through the street like sportsters fight, Tearing all before us Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale And pay the reckoning on the nail; No man for debt shall go to jail From Garryowen in glory. We'll break the windows, we'll break down doors, The watch knock down by threes and fours, And let the doctors work their cures, And tinker up our bruised Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale And pay the reckoning on the nail; No man for debt shall go to jail From Garryowen in glory. We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun, We'll make the mayor and sheriffs run We are the boys no man dares dun If he regards a whole skin. Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale And pay the reckoning on the nail; No man for debt shall go to jail From Garryowen in glory. Our hearts so stout have got us fame For soon 'tis known from whence we came Where'er we go they fear the name Of Garryowen in glory. |
Who Wrote Garryowen By Martin Simpson?
Egon Blank Tomas, Jesper Klas Andersson, Pd Traditional
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What's The Duration Of The Garryowen By Martin Simpson?The duration of Garryowen is 3:05 minutes and seconds. |
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