The Night The Gards Raided Owenys The Mary Wallopers
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[Zwrotka 1]
One gevening a late, down to Crow Street I strayedTo a
Cbar that's famous, for Gdoin' the late tradeIn
gvodka and whiskey, and red lemonadeAmong
Ccompany that's Gkindly and gjovialThe man from Conallaigh, put
Cme at me easeAnd he
gsat me down easy beCside a big GblazeHe
gpoured me a pint and a half on that placeAnd a
Cnother wee Gdrop came from gOweny[Zwrotka 2]
For an ghour and a half, I drank liquor so rareI yet
Cswear it was brewed by the gGods, I declareOut of
gnectars and honeys and lotuses fairAnd it
Cfrеshly came Gover the gbordеrAt
ghalf past eleven, I Csadly preparedTo
greturn to my lodgings, back Gwhere I was rearedI
gpacked up my bags, I was filled with don't careAnd then
COweny put Gin a big gorder[Zwrotka 3]
So the gtiplers relaxed, and returned to their drinksRe
Cjoicing that now they need Gnot feel the pinchPeter
gShort finished off the last eighth of an inchHe was
Csuppin' since Gtwenty past gsevenAnd the
gmusic began, in an Cold fashioned styleYou would
gtravel to hear it, for Gmanys a mileWe were
glaughin' and dancin' away all the whileI
Cthought I was Gdead and in gheaven[Zwrotka 4]
Oh, there were glads there from Newry, the Rock and the HackAnd
Csome came from Belfast and Gnever went backAnd
gmore lived convenient, the Carrolls and BlacksAnd
Cevery man GJack swilling gporterSome came from Hill Street, and
Cmore from the KeySome
gCrossmaglen patriots, Gtearing awayIn a
gskene on the Boyne, they were all in arrayAnd each
Cone kept Gthemselves in good gorder[Zwrotka 5]
Now a gbig dirty gard, was out on the streetOn
Cpassing the door, heard the Gmusic so sweetHe
gkicked up his heels, for to beat a retreatTo
Csummon up Gtwo of his gcroniesThey quickly returned to the
Cscene of the crimeAnd they
gcalled on the company, to Gfight or resignLet them
gin cried Pat Murphy, we'd only be fineOn the
Cnight that the ggards raided GOweny's[Zwrotka 6]
Said the gSergeant on enterin', Well what's this I see?And
Cwhy are so many of Gye on the spree?Could it
gbe that at long last, the country is free?Your
Cconduct it is Gmost negfariousOh the
gcountry's not free, then COweny did sayIf you
gwant to drink porter like the Grest you must payWe'll stay
ghere if we like, 'til the clear light of dayYou
Cknow in don Gdark we're ggregarious[Zwrotka 7]
So the ggards went around, and they took all our namesAnd they s
Ctruggled to spell, with their Gfeeble wee brainsAnd there's
gsome names in Irish, they made a great hamesAnd
Cmore they aGbandoned forgeverTo the
groof of Mullhollands, some Cquickly did climbTo
ggaze on a far, at the Gscene of the crimeTo
gwatch the old gards, make it good over timeAs they
Cgathered the Grest all toggether[Zwrotka 8]
Then the gdivil he rose them, high up on the rampThe
Cgard and the Sergeant, the Glad with the lampThe
gdirty mean miserable, lousy lower trampsFrom the
Cbog that were Gdragged up so glowlyMay they
galways see suffering, Csorrow and painMay their
gboots never fit, and their Gbelts never strainIf they
genter of such a grand evening againAs the
Cnight that the Ggards raided gOweny's[Zakończenie]
May their gmotors all stand, and their Cnoses all runAnd their
gnecks now so red all turn Ggreen in the sunAnd their
gteeth all turn black, and fall out one by oneMay
Cstarvation it Gmake them grow gbonyMay their
garses all fester, and Cdrop to their heelsAnd their
glast dyin' minutes, be Gtempered with squealsMay
gthey dance forever, the fastest of reelsWith the
Cdivil for Graidin' poor gOweney's
