I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
And now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.
cho: And it's no, nay, never, No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover No never no more.
I went to an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me
"nay Such a custom as yours I could have any day."
cho:
I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest."
cho:
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they caress (forgive) me as ofttimes before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.
As I went home on Monday night, as drunk as drunk could
be.
I saw a horse outside the door, where my old horse should
be.
I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell
to me,
who owns that horse outside the door, where my old horse
should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and
still you cannot see.
That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles
or more,
but a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before.
As I went home on Tuesday night, as drunk as drunk could
be.
I saw a coat behind the door, where my old coat should
be.
I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell
to me,
who owns that coat behind the door, where my old coat
should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and
still you cannot see.
That's a woolen blanket that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles
or more,
but buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before.
As I went home on Wednesday night, as drunk as drunk could
be.
I saw a pipe upon the chair, where my old pipe should
be.
I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell
to me,
who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should
be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and
still you cannot see.
That's a lovely tin-whistle, that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles
or more,
but tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on Thursday nigh, as drunk as drunk could
be.
I saw two boots beside the bed, where my old boots should
be.
I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell
to me,
who owns them boots beside the bed where my old boots
should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and
still you cannot see.
They're two lovely flower pots my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles
or more,
but laces in flower pots I never saw before.
As I came home on Friday night, as drunk as drunk could
be.
I saw a head upon the bed, where my old head should be.
I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell
to me,
who owns that head upon the bed, where my old head should
be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and
still you cannot see.
That's a baby boy, that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles
or more,
but a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure, I never saw
before.
As I came home on a Saturday night, as drunk as drunk
could be
I spied two hands upon her breasts, where my old hands
should be.
I called to my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly
tell to me,
Who's hands are these upon your breasts, where my old
hands should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, and
still you cannot see
'Tis nothing but a Living Bra Jane Russell gave to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles
or more,
but fingernails on a Living Bra, I never saw before.
Now when I came home on Sunday night, a little after three.
I saw a man running out the door with his pants about
his knee.
So I called to my wife and I said to her: would you kindly
tell to me,
who was that man running out the door with his pants
about his knee?
Oh you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, and
still you cannot see,
Twas nothing but the tax collector the Queen sent to
me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles
or more,
But an Englishman that could last 'till three I never
saw before.
**** Here's an alternative, a bit naughtier version of the Sunday verse:
As I came home on Sunday night, as drunk as drunk could
be.
I saw a .... inside my wife, where my old .... should
be.
I called my wife and I said to her: <HEY WIFE>
Would ya kindly tell to me, who owns that .... outside
the.....,
where my old .... should be?
Ah sure, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
and still you cannot see.
That's just the lovely English man that me ma she sent
to me.
Well, tis' many a night I've traveled, a hundred miles
or more,
but a English man who could could stay up past three,
sure, I've never seen before.
You may fill in the blanks
FIDDLER'S GREEN (John Connelly)
As I roved by the dockside on evening so rare
To view the still waters and take the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing this song
O take me away boys my time is not long
Dress me up in me oilskin and jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates
And I'll see them someday in Fiddler's Green
Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where fishermen go when they don't go to Hell
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away
Dress me up in me oilskin and jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates
And I'll see them someday in Fiddler's Green
The sky's always clear and there's never a gale
And the fish jump on board with a flip of their tail
You can lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
And the skipper's below making tea for the crew
Dress me up in me oilskin and jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates
And I'll see them someday in Fiddler's Green
And when you're in dock and the long trip is thru
There's pubs and there's clubs, and there's lassies there
too
Now the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum hanging from every tree
Dress me up in me oilskin and jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates
And I'll see them someday in Fiddler's Green
I don't want a harp or a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
And I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail along
When the wind's in the rigging to sing me this song
Copyright 1970 for the World, March Music Ltd.
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WILD ROVER | SEVEN DRUNKEN NIGHTS | FIDDLERS GREEN
Fotos vom St. Patrick´s Day am 18. März 2000
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geschrieben von Herrn Rupert Scheck