Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Girls Along the Road, artist - Fiddler's Green. Album song Folk Raider, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 17.02.2002
Record label: Deaf Shepherd
Song language: English
Girls Along the Road |
Oh I’m just in the vein of a nice refrain so pay attention round |
And the name I’ll tell of a fine young swell and a rich young man called Brown |
Oh he listed in the Antrim rifle corps all you who listen to me ode |
Do the thing that’s right going home tonight with the girls along the road |
Brown was a spark he was fond of a lark, a married man tho' not chaste |
And little he cared if his own wife heard if another girl took his taste |
Aye and he himself dressed in his regimental best as proud as a peacock strode |
Admiring the girls with their long hair curled as they walked along the road |
Oh he courted a girl with nice curly hair, blue boots and a red leather belt |
And he idly talked as he onward walked endeavoring her heart to melt |
And his gay grenadier with a wink and a leer enquired her name and abode |
And he felt as grand as a lord of the land with the girls along the road |
Mr. Brown and his love sat down in a tavern hard near by |
And he called for a drain of the good champagne and a plate of the old pork pie |
And his arms he placed around her waist and his heart with love overflowed |
And he says it’s alright we’ll be happy tonight with the girls along the road |
O this funny little man he had just begun his love tales to outpour |
When who should he see but his own Mrs B. peeping in at the parlour door |
With a bolt like a bear she fastened in his hair for the signs of her anger |
showed |
Saying I’ll tear away your eyes if you go to exercise with the girls along the |
road |
Now to set matters right these women had a fight a first rate tumble up and down |
And they sent to smithereens hats, coats and crinolines and then they set to |
work on Brown |
He was jolly well thrashed and his head all bashed as the crowd their anger |
bestowed |
And his fine uniform was all torn in the storm with the girls along the road |
Now Mr. Brown has broken with the peace he’s been taken to a police cell |
There to ruminate on his sad unlucky fate like many’s a fine young swell |
And the very next day sure his wife ran away because of this little episode |
He’s about there still but he never goes to drill with the girls along the road |