Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Johnny Doyle, artist - The Dubliners. Album song Dublin, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 31.03.2016
Record label: TY4TM
Song language: English
Johnny Doyle |
You sons of Dan O’Connels Isle |
Pray pay attention to my ditty |
For it’s all about a fair young man |
His birthplace it was Dublin city |
My song is for to demonstrate |
A story with a pius moral |
Beginning by the Carlisle bridge |
And ending on the Isles of Coral |
A scooner stood by George’s Quay |
With sails all furled one saltry season |
A maiden paced upon that quay |
She wept like one bereft of reason |
Oh Johnny Doyle’s me love it’s true |
It’s true but full of deep contrition |
For what will all the neighbours say |
About yourself and my condition |
Well the sails unfurled while the capstan turned |
The scooner scudded down the Liffey |
The maid she gave one piercing wail |
She was a mother in a jiffy |
They sailed across the harbour bar |
And headed east for foreign waters |
To China where they think they’re wise |
And drown at birth their surplus daughters |
Now years and yeas had come and gone |
'Till Mary’s child grew self supporting |
But how her poor old heart would break |
When that young buck went out a-courting |
He leaved me all alone she said |
He leaved me alone in melancoly |
I’ll dress meself in man’s attire |
And sail the seven seas for Johnny |
She signed on board of a pirate barque |
That raided 'round the hot equator |
And with them hairy buccaneers |
There sailed a sweet and virtuos creature |
Well the captain thought her name was Bill |
His caracter it was nefarious |
And with them hairy buccaneers |
Her situation was precarious |
Now in the Saragosa sea |
Two rakish barques were idly lollin' |
And Mary on the quarterdeck |
The middlewatch was she patrolling |
She gazed upon the neighbouring barque |
And suddenly became exclaiment |
For there upon that gilded poop |
Stood Johhny Doyle in gorgeous raiment |
They’re happy now in sweet Ringsend |
The jewl that sparkles on the dodder |
They lead a peaceful merchants life |
A do a trade in oats and fodder |
By marriage lines she’s Mrs Doyle |
She keeps a store of periwinkles |
When she says she’s in thay way again |
His one good eye with joy it twinkles |