Green Ginger Wine - The Rumjacks

Oh kiss me Maggie & take me home

For I sure dinnae feel like dyin' alone

Gawn geez a shot, chuck a doggie a bone

Or a penny for me rattlin' can

As sure as Christ it’s a bitter pill

But if you won’t have me, yer sister will

I’ll cart me arse doon Surry Hills & call her out this evenin'

Go on, go well, ye’re no catch o' mine

Yer clothes in rags, ye reek o' fags & old green ginger wine

My sisters aye a leezie into the drinkin', dogs & cards

My poor departed Father couldn’t flog her at the yards

I’m a man o' some renown 'Jack the Lad' about the town

We’ll share a plate of oysters, crack the neck o' Billy Brown

Sly grog & salty treats, I’ll not grant yer wish

I’m promised to the toll collector boy upon the bridge

Like good whisky in bad wounds

Like honey on a toothache, you’ll never be mine

Tho' we can dance, b’Jesus, we’ll swing like the razors

Of Kate Leigh & Tilly Devine

Why wait until yer dancin' shoes are scuffed and in the bin?

I’ll stitch my holey duds, scrape the whiskers from me chin

We’ll get ye down yer scarlet gown, I’ll steal you somethin' blue

I’d waltz off Millers point before I walk the aisle with you!

Oh I’ll sing you 'six ribbons'!

Aye when your 'three sheets'!

Yer drunken, brawlin' caterwaulin' echoes through the streets

Y’know I’m not yet very old

Sure it’s poison when its cold

And a dear old southerly belters sure to blow!