Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Donnybrook Fair, artist - Dr. Strangely Strange. Date of issue: 31.12.1969
Song language: English
Donnybrook Fair |
| Mercard taught the leathered looking king |
| Plugged in his amplifier and began to sing |
| And Henry Grattan standing in the rain again |
| Down on Dawson street waiting for a number ten |
| To take him to donnybrook fair |
| He’s got some business to do there |
| Oh it is possible to do anything |
| Dance among the queens |
| Or play chess with the high king |
| Thomas Wentworth standing underneath a silken sail |
| Turns to the unicorn and asks him how he’s failed |
| And Deirdre of the sorrows catching crabs on the seashore |
| Turns to the unicorn and asks him what he’s for |
| Well I’m for Donnybrook fair |
| When I’ll get the time I’ll see you there |
| Pick a golden apple from the heart of the sun |
| I can assure you that it is very easily done |
| Joseph married Lancard with a sword in his right hand |
| Walking to the gpo to play with the band |
| And Patrick Pearse comes squinting through 1916 |
| Turns to the unicorn and asks him how he’s been |
| Well I’ve been down In Donnybrook fair |
| How come I didn’t see you there? |
| Oh it is possible to do anything |
| Dance among the queens |
| Or play chess with the high king |
| The mighty cretin show-band led the pike-men from the rear |
| And nobody sees the unicorn quietly standing there |
| And the long-faced leading singer tries to imitate Jim Reeves |
| Ah the unicorn just shakes his head but has fobbed a waste at least |
| He’s gone down to Donnybrook fair |
| When I get the time I’ll see him there |
| Pick a golden apple from the heart of the sun |
| I can assure you that it is very easily done |
| But the marquis and me, in cloud-stepping shoes |
| We danced away wherever we choose |
| All good people you must stay together |
| Rainbow skirt and the broken feathers |
| Stay down in Donnybrook fair |
| When I’ll get the time I’ll see you there |
| The mocking bird has come to sale |
| He wants to blow your heads away |
| The king of love my shepherd is whose goodness faileth never |
| I nothing lack if I am his and he is mine forever |
| Where streams of living water flow |
| My ransom soul, he leadeth |
| And where the verdant pastures grow |
| With fruit celestial feedeth |
| What will you have? |
| Will you have a pint? |
| I’ll have a pint with you, sir |
| And if somebody doesn’t order soon |
| We’ll be thrown out of the boozer |
| And so through all the length of days |
| My goodness faileth never |
| Good shepherd, may I sing thy praise |
| Within thy heist forever |
| The king of love, my shepherd, is whose goodness faileth never |
| I nothing lack, if I am his and he is mine forever |
| Amen |