Waxies Dargle все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I'm a young married man and I'm tired of me life
For lately I married an ailing young wife
She does nothing all day only sits down and sigh
Sayin: "I wish to the lord that I only could die"

Oh doctor, dear doctor, oh doctor de Jongh
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of me life, I'll go down in the soil

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman, mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue, so rich and sweet, to rise in the world he carried a hod
He'd a sort of a tipplin' way, with a love for the liquor poor Tim was born
And to help him on with his work each day he'd a drop of the Craythur every morn

One mornin Tim was rather full, his head was heavy which made him shake
He fell from a ladder and broke his skull so they carried him home, his corpse to wake
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, they laid him out upon the bed