歌曲 | The Irish Rover |
歌手 | The Pogues |
歌手 | The Dubliners |
专辑 | Very Best Of The Pogues |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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[00:07.00] | On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six |
[00:11.00] | We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork |
[00:14.35] | We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks |
[00:18.10] | For the Grand City Hall in New York |
[00:21.50] | 'Twas a wonderful craft |
[00:23.00] | She was rigged fore-and-aft |
[00:25.00] | And oh, how the wild wind drove her |
[00:28.10] | She stood several blasts |
[00:30.10] | She had twenty seven masts |
[00:31.75] | And they called her The Irish Rover |
[00:35.83] | We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags |
[00:39.19] | We had two million barrels of stone |
[00:42.72] | We had three million sides of old blind horses hides |
[00:46.15] | We had four million barrels of bones |
[00:49.50] | We had five million hogs |
[00:51.70] | And six million dogs |
[00:53.30] | Seven million barrels of porter |
[00:56.50] | We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails |
[01:00.15] | In the hold of the Irish Rover |
[01:04.20] | There was awl Mickey Coote |
[01:05.85] | Who played hard on his flute |
[01:07.51] | When the ladies lined up for a set |
[01:10.90] | He was tootin' with skill |
[01:12.75] | For each sparkling quadrille |
[01:14.60] | Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet |
[01:17.71] | With his smart witty talk |
[01:19.80] | He was cock of the walk |
[01:21.48] | And he rolled the dames under and over |
[01:24.60] | They all knew at a glance |
[01:26.54] | When he took up his stance |
[01:28.25] | That he sailed in The Irish Rover |
[01:40.50] | Traditional Irish folk song - The Irish Rover |
[02:00.70] | There was Barney McGee |
[02:02.55] | From the banks of the Lee |
[02:04.10] | There was Hogan from County Tyrone |
[02:07.63] | There was Johnny McGurk |
[02:09.31] | Who was scared stiff of work |
[02:10.93] | And a man from Westmeath called Malone |
[02:14.40] | There was Slugger O'Toole |
[02:16.00] | Who was drunk as a rule |
[02:17.75] | And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover |
[02:21.20] | And your man, Mick MacCann |
[02:22.78] | From the banks of the Bann |
[02:24.60] | Was the skipper of the Irish Rover |
[02:28.66] | We had sailed seven years |
[02:30.75] | When the measles broke out |
[02:32.29] | And the ship lost its way in the fog |
[02:35.50] | And that whale of a crew |
[02:37.45] | Was reduced down to two |
[02:39.00] | Just myself and the Captain's old dog |
[02:42.50] | Then the ship struck a rock |
[02:44.60] | Oh Lord! what a shock |
[02:46.00] | The bulkhead was turned right over |
[02:50.90] | Turned nine times around |
[02:54.17] | And the poor old dog was drowned |
[02:59.00] | I'm the last of The Irish Rover |
ti: The Irish Rover | |
ar: The Pogues feat. The Dubliners | |
al: The Irish Rover | |
[00:00.00][01:31.50][03:03.00][01:51.70] | |
[00:07.00] | On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six |
[00:11.00] | We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork |
[00:14.35] | We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks |
[00:18.10] | For the Grand City Hall in New York |
[00:21.50] | ' Twas a wonderful craft |
[00:23.00] | She was rigged foreandaft |
[00:25.00] | And oh, how the wild wind drove her |
[00:28.10] | She stood several blasts |
[00:30.10] | She had twenty seven masts |
[00:31.75] | And they called her The Irish Rover |
[00:35.83] | We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags |
[00:39.19] | We had two million barrels of stone |
[00:42.72] | We had three million sides of old blind horses hides |
[00:46.15] | We had four million barrels of bones |
[00:49.50] | We had five million hogs |
[00:51.70] | And six million dogs |
[00:53.30] | Seven million barrels of porter |
[00:56.50] | We had eight million bails of old nannygoats' tails |
[01:00.15] | In the hold of the Irish Rover |
[01:04.20] | There was awl Mickey Coote |
[01:05.85] | Who played hard on his flute |
[01:07.51] | When the ladies lined up for a set |
[01:10.90] | He was tootin' with skill |
[01:12.75] | For each sparkling quadrille |
[01:14.60] | Though the dancers were fluther' d and bet |
[01:17.71] | With his smart witty talk |
[01:19.80] | He was cock of the walk |
[01:21.48] | And he rolled the dames under and over |
[01:24.60] | They all knew at a glance |
[01:26.54] | When he took up his stance |
[01:28.25] | That he sailed in The Irish Rover |
[01:40.50] | Traditional Irish folk song The Irish Rover |
[02:00.70] | There was Barney McGee |
[02:02.55] | From the banks of the Lee |
[02:04.10] | There was Hogan from County Tyrone |
[02:07.63] | There was Johnny McGurk |
[02:09.31] | Who was scared stiff of work |
[02:10.93] | And a man from Westmeath called Malone |
[02:14.40] | There was Slugger O' Toole |
[02:16.00] | Who was drunk as a rule |
[02:17.75] | And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover |
[02:21.20] | And your man, Mick MacCann |
[02:22.78] | From the banks of the Bann |
[02:24.60] | Was the skipper of the Irish Rover |
[02:28.66] | We had sailed seven years |
[02:30.75] | When the measles broke out |
[02:32.29] | And the ship lost its way in the fog |
[02:35.50] | And that whale of a crew |
[02:37.45] | Was reduced down to two |
[02:39.00] | Just myself and the Captain' s old dog |
[02:42.50] | Then the ship struck a rock |
[02:44.60] | Oh Lord! what a shock |
[02:46.00] | The bulkhead was turned right over |
[02:50.90] | Turned nine times around |
[02:54.17] | And the poor old dog was drowned |
[02:59.00] | I' m the last of The Irish Rover |
ti: The Irish Rover | |
ar: The Pogues feat. The Dubliners | |
al: The Irish Rover | |
[00:00.00][01:31.50][03:03.00][01:51.70] | |
[00:07.00] | On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six |
[00:11.00] | We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork |
[00:14.35] | We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks |
[00:18.10] | For the Grand City Hall in New York |
[00:21.50] | ' Twas a wonderful craft |
[00:23.00] | She was rigged foreandaft |
[00:25.00] | And oh, how the wild wind drove her |
[00:28.10] | She stood several blasts |
[00:30.10] | She had twenty seven masts |
[00:31.75] | And they called her The Irish Rover |
[00:35.83] | We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags |
[00:39.19] | We had two million barrels of stone |
[00:42.72] | We had three million sides of old blind horses hides |
[00:46.15] | We had four million barrels of bones |
[00:49.50] | We had five million hogs |
[00:51.70] | And six million dogs |
[00:53.30] | Seven million barrels of porter |
[00:56.50] | We had eight million bails of old nannygoats' tails |
[01:00.15] | In the hold of the Irish Rover |
[01:04.20] | There was awl Mickey Coote |
[01:05.85] | Who played hard on his flute |
[01:07.51] | When the ladies lined up for a set |
[01:10.90] | He was tootin' with skill |
[01:12.75] | For each sparkling quadrille |
[01:14.60] | Though the dancers were fluther' d and bet |
[01:17.71] | With his smart witty talk |
[01:19.80] | He was cock of the walk |
[01:21.48] | And he rolled the dames under and over |
[01:24.60] | They all knew at a glance |
[01:26.54] | When he took up his stance |
[01:28.25] | That he sailed in The Irish Rover |
[01:40.50] | Traditional Irish folk song The Irish Rover |
[02:00.70] | There was Barney McGee |
[02:02.55] | From the banks of the Lee |
[02:04.10] | There was Hogan from County Tyrone |
[02:07.63] | There was Johnny McGurk |
[02:09.31] | Who was scared stiff of work |
[02:10.93] | And a man from Westmeath called Malone |
[02:14.40] | There was Slugger O' Toole |
[02:16.00] | Who was drunk as a rule |
[02:17.75] | And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover |
[02:21.20] | And your man, Mick MacCann |
[02:22.78] | From the banks of the Bann |
[02:24.60] | Was the skipper of the Irish Rover |
[02:28.66] | We had sailed seven years |
[02:30.75] | When the measles broke out |
[02:32.29] | And the ship lost its way in the fog |
[02:35.50] | And that whale of a crew |
[02:37.45] | Was reduced down to two |
[02:39.00] | Just myself and the Captain' s old dog |
[02:42.50] | Then the ship struck a rock |
[02:44.60] | Oh Lord! what a shock |
[02:46.00] | The bulkhead was turned right over |
[02:50.90] | Turned nine times around |
[02:54.17] | And the poor old dog was drowned |
[02:59.00] | I' m the last of The Irish Rover |