《Mcilhatton》歌词

[00:00:03] Mcilhatton - Christy Moore

[00:00:12] In Glenravel's Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god

[00:00:16] For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob

[00:00:22] Come winter summer frost all over a jiggin' Spring on the breeze

[00:00:28] In the dead of night a man steps by "McIlhatton if you please"

[00:00:34] McIlhatton you blurt we need you cry a million shaking men

[00:00:38] Where are your sacks of barley will your likes be seen again

[00:00:44] Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves

[00:00:51] May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above

[00:00:58] There's a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poitín is on the air

[00:01:06] The birds in the burrows and the rabbits in the sky and there's drunkards everywhere

[00:01:12] At Skerries Rock the fox is out and begod he's chasing the hounds

[00:01:17] And the only thing in decent shape is buried beneath the ground

[00:01:23] McIlhatton you blurt we need you cry a million shaking men

[00:01:27] Where are your sacks of barley will your likes be seen again

[00:01:34] Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves

[00:01:39] May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above

[00:01:49] At McIlhatton's house the fairies are out and dancing on the hobs

[00:01:55] The goat's collapsed and the dog has run away and there's salmon down the bogs

[00:02:01] He has a million gallons of wash and the peelers are on the Glen

[00:02:06] But they'll never catch that hackler cos he's not comin' home again

[00:02:12] McIlhatton you blurt we need you cry a million shaking men

[00:02:17] Where are your sacks of barley will your likes be seen again

[00:02:23] Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves

[00:02:28] May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above

[00:02:36] McIlhatton you blurt we need you cry a million shaking men

[00:02:41] Where are your sacks of barley will your likes be seen again

[00:02:47] Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves

[00:02:53] May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above