Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Green Ginger Wine, artist - The Rumjacks. Date of issue: 21.09.2010
Song language: English
Green Ginger Wine |
| Oh kiss me Maggie & take me home |
| For I sure dinnae feel like dyin' alone |
| Gawn geez a shot, chuck a doggie a bone |
| Or a penny for me rattlin' can |
| As sure as Christ it’s a bitter pill |
| But if you won’t have me, yer sister will |
| I’ll cart me arse doon Surry Hills & call her out this evenin' |
| Go on, go well, ye’re no catch o' mine |
| Yer clothes in rags, ye reek o' fags & old green ginger wine |
| My sisters aye a leezie into the drinkin', dogs & cards |
| My poor departed Father couldn’t flog her at the yards |
| I’m a man o' some renown 'Jack the Lad' about the town |
| We’ll share a plate of oysters, crack the neck o' Billy Brown |
| Sly grog & salty treats, I’ll not grant yer wish |
| I’m promised to the toll collector boy upon the bridge |
| Like good whisky in bad wounds |
| Like honey on a toothache, you’ll never be mine |
| Tho' we can dance, b’Jesus, we’ll swing like the razors |
| Of Kate Leigh & Tilly Devine |
| Why wait until yer dancin' shoes are scuffed and in the bin? |
| I’ll stitch my holey duds, scrape the whiskers from me chin |
| We’ll get ye down yer scarlet gown, I’ll steal you somethin' blue |
| I’d waltz off Millers point before I walk the aisle with you! |
| Oh I’ll sing you 'six ribbons'! |
| Aye when your 'three sheets'! |
| Yer drunken, brawlin' caterwaulin' echoes through the streets |
| Y’know I’m not yet very old |
| Sure it’s poison when its cold |
| And a dear old southerly belters sure to blow! |