DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS (TEIL 11): MUIRSHIN DURKIN – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS

(TEIL 11)

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MUIRSHIN DURKIN

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VON

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1984:

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In the days I went a courtin‘, I was never tired resortin‘
To an alehouse or a playhouse and many’s the house beside
But I told me brother Seamus, I’d go off and be right famous
And I’d never would return again till I’d roam the world wide
Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin‘
No more, I’ll dig the prates and no longer, I’ll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney, I’ll be off to Californy
Where instead of diggin‘ prates, I’ll be diggin‘ lumps of gold
I’ve courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk and in Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown that is the Cobh of Cork
Goodbye to all this pleasure and I’ll be off to take me leisure
And the next time that you hear from me will be a letter from New York
Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, oh, I’m sick and tired of workin‘
No more, I’ll dig the prates and no longer, I’ll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney, I’ll be off to Californy
Where instead of diggin‘ prates, I’ll be diggin‘ lumps of gold
Goodbye to all the girls at home, I’m going far across the foam
To try and make me fortune in far America
There’s gold and jewels in plenty for the poor and for the gentry
And when I return again I never more will say
Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, sure I’m sick and tired of workin‘
No more, I’ll dig the prates and no longer, I’ll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney, I’ll be off to Californy
Where instead of diggin‘ prates, I’ll be diggin‘ lumps of gold

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DIE BESTEN BALLADEN DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 3): KITTY – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN BALLADEN DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 3)

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KITTY

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VON

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THE POGUES

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DEMO 1983:

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ALBUM 1984:

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LIVE:

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BESOFFEN IN EINER IRISCHEN KNEIPE:

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BESOFFEN IN EINER ANDEREN IRISCHEN KNEIPE:

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Oh Kitty, my darling, remember
That the doom will be mine if I stay
‚Tis far better to part, though it’s hard to
Than to rot in their prison away
‚Tis far better to part, though it’s hard to
Than to rot in their prison away

So softly he then kissed her pale lips
‚Twas the same story over an o’er
Hush Mavourneen, the police are watching
And you know that I must go ashore
Hush Mavourneen, the police are watching
And you know that I must go ashore

In a day I’ll be over the mountain
There’ll be time enough left for to cry
So good night and God guard you forever
And write to me won’t you, good bye
So good night and God guard you forever
And write to me won’t you, good bye

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