Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Patron Saint O' Thieves, artist - The Rumjacks. Album song Sleepin' Rough, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 04.08.2016
Record label: Australian Broadcasting
Song language: English
Patron Saint O' Thieves |
Auld Nick patron saint o thieves, murderers and sailors |
Strike these shackles from me uh-huh |
Slide the bolt from out the door and tear down all the wire |
My baby’s growin' cold and I’m on fire |
The wind that whistles off the hills and carries her perfume |
Carries too a lonely carol badly out of tune |
For just tonight beyond these walls I’d lay a mountain low |
And sing to her like only I know how |
They don’t hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars |
So I’ll burn a paper lamp for her to see |
Though she’s left like a widow of a war that never was |
There’s a light still burns in me |
Auld Nick patron saint o' merchants, pawnmen and the judges |
Who barter with the lives o men the battlers and the bludgers |
Go haunt the dogs awhile they sleep and thrash em round to sense |
There’s too many good boys this side of the fence |
They don’t hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars |
So I’ll burn a paper lamp for her to see |
Though she’s left like a widow of a war that never was |
There’s a light still burns in me |
There’s boys in here for liftin' gear from non-be-wary strangers |
Newly minted ner-do-wells and them born with the dangers |
For livin' less than fruitful lives, toppin' less than faithful wives |
A broken line o' fools that span the ages |
They don’t hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars |
So I’ll burn a paper lamp for her to see |
Though she’s left like a widow of a war that never was |
There’s a light still burns in me |
Auld Nick patron saint o' fools from both sides of the law |
For his sake wipe the dirty grin off that fat bastards jaw |
For we’re lovers of tradition and we might yet find a way |
To hold them bloody keys come Boxing Day |
They don’t hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars |
So I’ll burn a paper lamp for her to see |
Though she’s left like a widow of a war that never was |
There’s a light still burns in me |
They don’t hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars |
So I’ll burn a paper lamp for her to see |
Though she’s left like a widow of a war that never was |
There’s a light still burns in me |
Burn it, boys! |