Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Morrissey And The Russian Sailor, artist - Christy Moore. Album song The Iron Behind The Velvet, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 31.12.1977
Record label: Tara, Universal Music Ireland
Song language: English
Morrissey And The Russian Sailor |
Oh come all you true born Irishmen, wherever you may be |
I hope you’ll pay attention and listen unto me |
I’ll sing about a battle that took place the other day |
Between a Russian sailor and gallant Morrissey |
It was in Tierra Del Fuego in South America |
The Russian challenged Morrissey these words to him did say |
I hear you are a fighting man you wear the belt I see |
Indeed I wish you would consent to have a fight with me |
Up spoke Johnny Morrissey with heart both brave and true |
I am a valiant Irishman that never was subdued |
I can whack the Yankee, the Saxon, Bull or Bear |
In honour of old Paddy’s land the laurels I’ll maintain |
They shook hands and walked around the ring commencing then to fight |
It filled each Irish heart with joy to behold the sight |
The Russian he floored Morrissey up to the eleventh round |
With Yankee, Saxon and Russian cheers the valley did resound |
A minute and a half he lay before he could arise |
The word it went around the field he’s dead rang out the cries |
But Morrissey recovered and rising from the ground |
From that up to the eighteenth the Russian he put down |
The Irish offered ten to one that day upon the grass |
No sooner said that taken and they covered all the cash |
They parried away without delay up to the twentieth round |
When Morrissey received a blow which brought him to the ground |
Up to the thirty-second round 'twas fall and fall about |
Which caused them Yankee tyrants to keep a sharp look out |
The Russian called his seconds to pour a glass of wine |
Begod sez Johnny Morrissey this battle will be mine |
The thirty-seventh ended all when the Russian smelt a fart |
When Morrissey with a dreadful blow struck the Russian on the heart |
They sent for a physician to open up a vein |
The doctor said 'Tis useless, he will never fight again' |
Our hero conquered Thompson, the Yankee clipper too |
The Benica boy and Shepherd he also did subdue |
Let us fill a flowing glass and here’s a health galore |
To noble Johnny Morrissey who came from Templemore |