《The Pool Song》歌词

[00:00:00] The Pool Song - The Dubliners/Ronnie Drew

[00:00:02] May the Lord upon high who rules the sky

[00:00:06] Look down on our pubs and bars

[00:00:08] And the women and men all seated within

[00:00:12] Neglecting their pints and their jars

[00:00:15] The crack it is bad the atmosphere sad

[00:00:18] Every man has a face like a mule

[00:00:21] For all he can do is to grab an old cue

[00:00:24] And start playing that game of pool

[00:00:28] Well when I was a boy it was always me joy

[00:00:31] To go to the pub each night

[00:00:33] There were arguments scraps and killings perhaps

[00:00:37] And everyone thought he was right

[00:00:40] There were badgers and dogs

[00:00:42] And men from the bogs

[00:00:44] And young fellows acting the tool

[00:00:46] But now there's no crack

[00:00:49] For everyman Jack

[00:00:50] Has his arse in the air playing pool

[00:00:54] To the local ale house after milking the cows

[00:00:58] Every customer made his way

[00:01:00] And there he would dwell and drink till he fell

[00:01:03] While the fiddles and pipes they did play

[00:01:06] The jigs and the reels the rattling of heels

[00:01:09] Polkas and slides were the rule

[00:01:12] But now there's no chance of a tune or a dance

[00:01:16] For everyone's playing the ould pool

[00:01:18] Well this pool you will find is a game designed

[00:01:23] For foolish illiterate louts

[00:01:25] You push in four bob and you pull an old knob

[00:01:29] And a big shower of balls they come out

[00:01:32] They're placed on a table and then if you're able

[00:01:36] To knock them all into a hole

[00:01:38] More money goes in you start over again

[00:01:41] And you lose every bob of your dole

[00:01:44] Now in the Irish Free State

[00:01:46] All the people are bate

[00:01:48] From watching and playing this game

[00:01:51] In their necks they have cricks

[00:01:53] That no doctor could fix

[00:01:55] And their backs and their shoulders are maimed

[00:01:57] Their arses protrude in a manner most lewd

[00:02:01] From being hoisted aloft in the air

[00:02:03] And their eyeballs are sore

[00:02:05] And dripping in gore

[00:02:07] And they act in a manner most quare

[00:02:09] So if you meet a young man

[00:02:11] Who's face it is wan

[00:02:13] And his eyes have a vacant stare

[00:02:16] His jawbone is slack

[00:02:17] And his head is thrown back

[00:02:19] And he can't tell a cob from a mare

[00:02:22] His nostrils dilated his brow corrugated

[00:02:27] His manners like those of a fool

[00:02:29] On your shirt you can bet

[00:02:31] That you have just met

[00:02:33] A man that's gone plain mad from pool