Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Rake, artist - The Irish Rovers. Album song Another Round, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: The Irish Rovers
Song language: English
The Rake |
I am a young fellow from County Tyrone, |
In the town of Strabanshire I'm very well known, |
For down to the alehouse I'm frequently gone, |
With Kitty and Ginny and Marie. |
My father rebuked me for being such a rake, |
And for spending my money on whiskey and cakes, |
But the lassies are sweet and its all for their sakes, |
And it keeps me lighthearted and merry. |
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry, |
I will court all the lassie |
Or at least I will try, |
And I'll never conform 'til the day that I die, |
Agus fàgaimid siùd mar atà sè. |
If I chance for to wander on down to the fair, |
All the lassies all around me do flock on the square, |
I'll pull out me fiddle and play an auld aire, |
And soon we're all off on the spree. |
There's Peggy and Jane form the banks of Loch Nee, |
There's Kitty and Molly down Donegalleon Way, |
And there's another from Coutstown who makes me head sway, |
Such a fuss they all make over me. |
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry, |
I will court all the lassie |
Or at least I will try, |
And I'll never conform 'til the day that I die, |
Agus fàgaimid siùd mar atà sè. |
To quarrel for riches I ne'er was inclined, |
For the greatest of misers must leave them behind, |
So me money I spend with no thought in me mind, |
But to kick up our heels and carrouse. |
For the rich never spend any gold of their own, |
Sure they hold it away like a dog and it's bone, |
But they end on their back among nettles and stones, |
And I hear there're no pockets in shrouds. |
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry, |
I will court all the lassie |
Or at least I will try, |
And I'll never conform 'til the day that I die, |
Agus fàgaimid siùd mar atà sè. |
Now some say I'm foolish and some say I'm wise, |
Fer loving the women and the whiskey like vines, |
But the son of King David had ten hundred wives, |
And his wisdom was highly regarded! |
So I'll call for the lassies and ask them to wed, |
And we'll all be content in the one marriage bed, |
While the rich count their gold |
We'll count children instead, |
And we'll raise them up true and stout hearted. |
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry, |
I will court all the lassie |
Or at least I will try, |
And I'll never conform 'til the day that I die, |
Agus fàgaimid siùd mar atà sè. |
Agus fàgaimid siùd mar atà sè. |