Gartloney Rats — текст песни (Pogues)

The boys from the village were festering sore
For a day on the rant with some music and more
They`d drink porter in Maura`s way over in Fore
And never get drunk but stay sober

There was Harry the banjo and Dunne of the swan
With whose bone from the wing he`d beat the bodhran
And the song that he`d sing was of ganders and all
He`d never get drunk but stay sober

There was Woods on the Guitar and auld squeeze box too
Who came from a time before aeroplanes flew
He`d sit in a corner and mule quite a few
And he`d never get drunk but stay sober

There was Mahon the singer who knew all the songs
And never was known to put a foot wrong
He`d sing through the night till the break o` the morn
And he`d never get drunk but stay sober

Then Harry the banjo now there was a man
A bottomless pit if ever there was one
More porter he`d lower that there was in the land
And he`d Never get drunk but stay sober

Well the Gartloney Rats would play away
They`d play for the pints and not for the pay
And the pints they`d go down in the usual way
And they`d never get drunk but stay sober