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

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shane39

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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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shane33

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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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shane44

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-ZITATE (TEIL 2): FAHNEN

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hanker12

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-ZITATE

(TEIL 2)

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FAHNEN

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barfly

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Jeder Patriot

hat seine Fahne!

Meine Fahne sieht man nicht,

man kann sie nur riechen:

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sid

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Danke für den Spruch an den „Einsiedler“:

https://campogeno.wordpress.com/2015/12/08/deutschland-jeder-patridiot-hat-seine-fahne/

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

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shane26

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS

(TEIL 10)

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WAXIE’S DARGLE

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VON

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THE POGUES

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po4

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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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pogues2

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-ZITATE (TEIL 1): NÜCHTERNE BETRACHTUNG

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shane12

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-ZITATE

(TEIL 1)

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NÜCHTERNE BETRACHTUNG

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nancy3

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„Nüchtern betrachtet

war besoffen alles

besser.“

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Danke für den Spruch an den „Einsiedler“:

https://einsiedlerblog.wordpress.com/

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 4): A PAIR OF BROWN EYES – THE POGUES

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cait3

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 4)

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A PAIR OF BROWN EYES

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VON

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THE POGUES

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nancy3

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VIDEO:

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LIVE 1987:

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LIVE IM STUDIO MIT CHRISTY MOORE:

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One summer evening drunk to hell
I sat there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
And on the jukebox johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it’s how are you kid and what’s your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me
And a rovin a rovin a rovin I’ll go
For a pair of brown eyes
I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While ray and philomena sang
Of my elusive dream
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing
And a rovin a rovin a rovin I’ll go
For a pair of brown eyes

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shane12

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