Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nell Flaherty's Drake, artist - Burl Ives. Album song Songs of Ireland/Australian Folk Songs, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 23.10.2014
Record label: Stage Door
Song language: English
Nell Flaherty's Drake |
Oh my name it is Nell and the truth for to tell |
I come from Cootehill which I’ll never deny |
I had a fine drake and I’d die for his sake |
That me grandmother left me and she goin' to die |
The dear little fellow his legs they were yellow |
He could fly like a swallow or swim like a hake |
Till some dirty savage to grease his white cabbage |
Most wantonly murdered me beautiful drake |
Now his neck it was green almost fit to be seen |
He was fit for a queen of the highest degree |
His body was white, and it would you delight |
He was plump, fat, and heavy and brisk as a bee |
He was wholesome and sound, he would weigh twenty pound |
And the universe round I would roam for his sake |
Bad luck to the robber be he drunk or sober |
That murdered Nell Flaherty’s beautiful drake |
May his spade never dig, may his sow never pig |
May each hair in his wig be well trashed with the flail |
My his door never latch, may his roof have no thatch |
May his turkeys not hatch, may the rats eat his meal |
May every old fairy from Cork to Dun Laoghaire |
Dip him snug and airy in river or lake |
That the eel and the trout they may dine on the snout |
Of the monster that murdered Nell Flaherty’s drake |
May his pig never grunt, may his cat never hunt |
May a ghost ever haunt him the dead of the night |
May his hens never lay, may his horse never neigh |
May his coat fly away like an old paper kite |
That the flies and the fleas may the wretch ever tease |
May the piercin' March breeze make him shiver and shake |
May a lump of the stick raise the bumps fast and quick |
On the monster that murdered Nell Flaherty’s drake |
Well the only good news that I have to infuse |
Is that old Paddy Hughes and young Anthony Blake |
Also Johnny Dwyer and Corney Maguire |
They each have a grandson of my darlin' drake |
May treasure have dozens of nephews and cousins |
And one I must get or me heart it will break |
For to set me mind easy or else I’ll run crazy |
So ends the whole song of Nell Flaherty’s drake |