Songtexte:
Shane Macgowan And The Popes

and young Around the hemp, around his neck The golden ringlets clung There was never a tear in his blue eyes Both sad and bright were they And young

, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten bottles of gin If I had the guts to do it I'd take the long goodbye Instead I'll love her long and hard And

snake cannot be tied This snake cannot be tortured Or hung, or crucified" "It came down through the ages It belongs to you and me So pass it on and

'Farrell Tell me why you hurry so? Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen And his cheeks were all aglow I have orders from the captain Get you ready quick and

Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me 'Till I come back home again And the wind it blows, to the north and south And blows to the east and west

the bars and kicks in the balls The harp that played in Tara's halls Is burning on the dump Virginia is a gin town Belturbot is a sin town And all the

to do that day Didn't want to do nothing anyway You got a way of walking You got a way of talking And there's something about you And now I know I never

Übersetzung: Shane MacGowan und die Päpste. A Christmas Lullaby.

Übersetzung: Shane MacGowan und die Päpste. Danny Boy.