DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS (TEIL 10): WAXIE’S DARGLE – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS

(TEIL 10)

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WAXIE’S DARGLE

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1984:

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LIVE 1986:

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Says my aul‘ wan to your aul‘ wan
„Will ye go to the Waxies dargle?“
Says your aul‘ wan to my aul‘ wan,
„Sure I haven’t got a farthing.
I went down to Monto town
To see uncle McArdle
But he wouldn’t give me a half a crown
For to go to the Waxies dargle.

What’ll you have? I’ll have a pint
I’ll have a pint with you, sir,
And if one of you doesn’t order soon
We’ll be chucked out of the boozer.

Says my aul‘ wan to your aul‘ wan
„Will ye go to the Galway races?“
Says your aul‘ wan to my aul‘ wan,
„With the price of my aul‘ lad’s braces“
I went down to Capel Street
To the Jewish moneylenders
But they wouldn’t give me a couple of bob on
My aul‘ wan’s lad’s suspenders.

Says my aul‘ wan to your aul‘ wan
„We’ve got no beef nor mutton
But if we go down to Monto town
We’ll get a drink for nuttin'“
Here’s a piece of sound advice
Got from an aul‘ fishmonger:
„When the food is scarce and you see the hearse
Then you’ll know you’ve died of hunger.“

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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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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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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS (TEIL 7): WHISKEY YOU’RE THE DEVIL – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS

(TEIL 7)

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WHISKEY YOU’RE THE DEVIL

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THE POGUES

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Now brave boys, we’re on the march
off to Portugal and Spain
Drums are beating, banners flying
the Devil at home will come tonight
so it’s go, fare thee well
with a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da
a too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da
me rikes fall too ra laddie-o
there’s whisky in the jar

Oh, whisky you’re the devil
you’re leading me astray
over hills and mountains
and to Amerikay
You’re Sweeter, Stronger, Decenter
You’re spunkier than tea
oh whisky you’re my darling drunk or sober

The French are fighting boldly
men are dying hot and coldly
give every man his flask of powder
his firelock on his shoulder
so its go, fare thee well
with a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da
a too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da
me rikes fall too ra laddie-o
there’s whisky in the jar

Oh, whisky you’re the devil
you’re leading me astray
over hills and mountains
and to Amerikay
You’re Sweeter, Stronger, Decenter
You’re spunkier than tea
oh whisky you’re my darling drunk or sober

Says the old wan do not wrong me
don’t take me daughter from me
for if you do I will torment you
when I’m dead my ghost will haunt you
so its go, fare thee well
with a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da
a too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da
me rikes fall too ra laddie-o
there’s whisky in the jar

Oh, whisky you’re the devil
you’re leading me astray
over hills and mountains
and to Amerikay
You’re Sweeter, Stronger, Decenter
You’re spunkier than tea
oh whisky you’re my darling drunk or sober

Oh, whisky you’re the devil
you’re leading me astray
over hills and mountains
and to Amerikay
you’re sweetness from the Bleachner
and spunkier than tea
oh whisky you’re my darling drunk or sober

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS (TEIL 6): NANCY WHISKEY – SHANE MACGOWAN & THE POPES

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS

(TEIL 6)

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NANCY WHISKEY

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SHANE MACGOWAN & THE POPES

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As I went down through Glasgow city
Just to see what I might spy
What should I see but Nancy Whiskey
A playful twinkle in her eye
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Ohh
I bought her, I drank her, I had another
Ran out of money, so I did steal
She ran me ragged, lovely Whiskey
For seven years, a rollin‘ wheel
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Ohh
The more I held her, the more I loved her
Nancy had her spell on me
All I knew was lovely Nancy
The things I needed I could not see
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Ohh
As I awoke to slake my thirst
As I tried crawling from my bed
I fell down flat, I could not stagger
Nancy had me by the legs
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Ohh
Come on landlady, what’s the owing
Tell me what there is to pay
Fifteen shillings that’s the reckoning
Now pay me quickly and go away
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Ohh
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Ohh

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