Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Johnny Jump Up/Morrison's Jig, artist - Gaelic Storm. Album song Special Reserve, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Higher Octave, Omtown
Song language: English
Johnny Jump Up/Morrison's Jig |
I’ll tell ye a story that happened to me |
One day as I went out to Youghal by the Sea |
The sun it was bright and the day it was warm |
Says I, 'A quiet pint wouldn’t do me no harm' |
I went to the barman, I says give me a stout |
Says the barman, I’m sorry all the beer 'tis sold out |
Try whiskey or vodka, ten years in the wood |
Says I, I’ll try cider, I’ve heard that it’s good |
Oh never, oh never, oh never again |
If I live to a hundred or a hundred and ten |
'Cause I fell to the ground and I couldn’t get up |
After drinking a pint of the Johnny Jump Up |
After lowering the third I headed strait for the yard |
Where I bumped into Brophy the big civic guard |
He says come here to me boy don’t you know we’re in the law |
Well I upped with my fist and I shot to his jaw |
He fell to the ground with his knees doubled up |
But t’wasn’t I hit him t’was the johnny jump |
And the next thing I met down in Youghal by the Sea |
Was a cripple on crutches, and says he to me |
I’m afraid o' me life I’ll be hit by a car |
Would you help me across to the Railwayman’s Bar |
And after three pints of the cider so sweet |
He threw down his crutches and he danced on his feet |
Now I went up the Lee road a friend for to see |
They call it the Madhouse in Cork by the Lee |
But when I got up there, the truth I do to tell |
They had the poor bugger locked up in his cell |
Says the guard testing him, say these words if you can |
'Around the rugged rocks the ragged rascal ran' |
Tell them I’m not crazy, tell them I’m not mad |
T’was only six pints of that cider I had |
Now a man died in the Union by the name of McNabb |
They washed him and placed him outside on a slab |
And after the coroner his measurements did take |
His wife took him home to a bloody fine wake |
'Twas about twelve o’clock and the beer it was high |
The corpse he sat up and he says with a sigh |
I can’t get to heaven, they won’t let me up |
Till I bring them a pint of the Johnny Jump Up |