It was Christmas Eve babe. In the drunk tank. An old man said to me, won't see another one. And then he sang a song. 'The Rare Old Mountain Dew'. I turned my face away.
Out in the wide world Kitty, pretty Kitty. Out in the wide world Kitty, far across the sea. . My Kitty sailed away from me. To strange and distant lands.
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It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank. An old man said, "Son, I won't see another one". And then he sang a song, a rare old mountain tune. I turned my eyes away, and I thought about you.
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As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains. I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting. I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier.
As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains. I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting. I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier.
As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains. I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting. I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier.
I've been a wild rover for many a year. And I've 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.
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.
Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan. "Will ye go to the Waxies Dargle?". Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan. "I haven't got a farthing. . I went up to Monto town.
The sun slips through the broken blinds. Through the dusty panes. And casts a shadow across the bed. Where you and I once lay. . Your perfume lingers though you've gone.
Tosspint rises early. Sprung from a nightmare's claw. Thrice crows the dawn cock. The mist is on the moor. . Tosspint cries from croaking gills. Thank God I'm not forsaken.
The night is dark, the moon is full. Across the blood red plain. And every step and every breath. Brings me nearer home. . Those spirits watch me on my way.
The guests are stood in silence. They stare and drink their wine. On the wall the canvas hangs. Frozen there in time. . They marvel at the beauty. The horror and despair.
It's of a gentleman soldier as a sentry he did stand. He saluted a fair maiden by a waving of his hand. And then he boldly kissed her and he passed it off as a joke.
The Shaman came calling. He was howling at the moon. He offered me a vision. On the end of a silver spoon. . He said he'd give me dreams. That all were in his powers.
I close the door and turn the key. And dream a world for you and me. Beyond the walls, a city breathes. In this room one heart beats. The stars, they shine for you and me.