Исполнитель: | Irish Folk (English) |
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Длительность: | 130 секунд |
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Tune written around 1920 by Percy French 'The Darling Girl From Clare' Words adapted for The man from the Daily Mail |
The Man From The Daily Mail
Capo 2
C
Now Ireland's a very funny place, sir
F C
It's a strange and a troubled land
C
And the Irish are a very funny race, sir
G
Every girl's in the Cumann na mBan
C
Every doggie wears a tri-coloured ribbon
F C
Tied firmly to its tail
C F
And it wouldn't be surprising
C
If there'd be another rising
G
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Chorus
C .
Every bird upon my word
F
Is singing treble - I'm a rebel
C
Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades
F
Over there sir, I declare Sir
C
And every cock in the farmyard stock
F C
crows in triumph for the Gael
F
And it wouldn't be surprising
C
If there'd be another rising
G
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Now the other day I travelled down to Clare, sir
I spied in an old boreen
A bunch of busy gooses there, sir
Dressed in orange, white and green
They marched to the German goose step
As they whistled Grann na bheal
and I'm shakin' in me shoes
As I'm sending out the news
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Chorus
Every bird upon my word
Is singing treble - I'm a rebel
Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard Stock
crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Chorus
Now the whole place is seething with sedition
It's Sinn Fein through and through
All the boys they are joining local units
And the password's Sinn Fein too
Every doggie wears a tri-coloured ribbon
Tied firmly to its tail
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Chorus
Every bird upon my word
Is singing treble - I'm a rebel
Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard Stock
crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mai