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Давай веселиться и песни петь
Плясать и валиться под стол без сил
Чтоб каждый из нас смог помереть
Не хуже, чем Тимми Финнеган жил!
От Мидораку (Совы-Масочника-Кукольника)
Отредактировано Skulduggery Pleasant (2015-05-03 10:49:28)
Shannon jumped into the river Shannon back in June,
Ernie fell into the Erne and Tom is in the Toome.
"Cleanliness is godliness," me Uncle Pat would sing,
he broke his neck a-slippin' on a bar of Irish Spring.
O'Grady he was eighty, 'tho his bride was just a pup,
he died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up (OI!).
Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again.
Серьезно.))) Весь смысл песни в том, что куча людей просто сдохла.))) Но вот ну нигде вы не найдете более веселой и жизнеутверждающей песни.))) Это же просто чума!)))
Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the cliffs of Alderney,
he took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen.
Crazy Uncle Mike thought he was a leprechaun,
but in fact he's just a leper and his arms and legs are gone.
When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin' shame,
he wasn't really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame.
MacNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit,
but he was just a Scotsman so nobody gave a shit (OCH!).
Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again.
Drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar,
the road rose up to meet when he fell out of his car.
Irony was what befell me Great Grand Uncle Sam,
He choked upon the very last potato in the land.
Connor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms,
until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms.
And dear old Father Flanagan who left the Lord's employ,
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