Morrissey And The Russian Sailor - Christy Moore

Morrissey And The Russian Sailor - Christy Moore

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The Iron Behind The Velvet
Год
1977
Язык
`英語`
Длительность
208770

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歌詞 " Morrissey And The Russian Sailor "

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Morrissey And The Russian Sailor

Christy Moore

Oh come all you true born Irishmen, wherever you may be

I hope you’ll pay attention and listen unto me

I’ll sing about a battle that took place the other day

Between a Russian sailor and gallant Morrissey

It was in Tierra Del Fuego in South America

The Russian challenged Morrissey these words to him did say

I hear you are a fighting man you wear the belt I see

Indeed I wish you would consent to have a fight with me

Up spoke Johnny Morrissey with heart both brave and true

I am a valiant Irishman that never was subdued

I can whack the Yankee, the Saxon, Bull or Bear

In honour of old Paddy’s land the laurels I’ll maintain

They shook hands and walked around the ring commencing then to fight

It filled each Irish heart with joy to behold the sight

The Russian he floored Morrissey up to the eleventh round

With Yankee, Saxon and Russian cheers the valley did resound

A minute and a half he lay before he could arise

The word it went around the field he’s dead rang out the cries

But Morrissey recovered and rising from the ground

From that up to the eighteenth the Russian he put down

The Irish offered ten to one that day upon the grass

No sooner said that taken and they covered all the cash

They parried away without delay up to the twentieth round

When Morrissey received a blow which brought him to the ground

Up to the thirty-second round 'twas fall and fall about

Which caused them Yankee tyrants to keep a sharp look out

The Russian called his seconds to pour a glass of wine

Begod sez Johnny Morrissey this battle will be mine

The thirty-seventh ended all when the Russian smelt a fart

When Morrissey with a dreadful blow struck the Russian on the heart

They sent for a physician to open up a vein

The doctor said 'Tis useless, he will never fight again'

Our hero conquered Thompson, the Yankee clipper too

The Benica boy and Shepherd he also did subdue

Let us fill a flowing glass and here’s a health galore

To noble Johnny Morrissey who came from Templemore

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