Lyrics to erin go bragh dick gaughan

Then the big lump of blackthorn that I held in my fist Around his big body I made it to twist And the blood from his napper I quickly did draw And paid him stock-and-interest for Erin-go-bragh With me folderol-diddle-i-derdil-i-day. But I came to a wee boat that sailed in the Forth And I packed up my gear and I steered for the North Fareweel to Auld Reekie, you polis and all And the devil go with you, cries Erin-go-bragh With me folderol-diddle-i-derdil-i-day. Thank you for putting the lyrics up here. The song criticizes discrimination and bigotry in general and makes the point that all people should be treated equally no matter where they come from. Like Like. You are commenting using your WordPress.

Dick Gaughan. Ma name's Duncan Campbell fae the shire o Argyll A've traivellt this country for mony's the mile A've traivellt thro Irelan, Scotlan an aa An the name A go under's bauld Erin-go-Bragh Ae nicht in Auld Reekie A walked doun the street Whan a saucy big polis A chanced for tae meet He glowert in ma face an he gied me some jaw Sayin whan cam ye owre, bauld Erin-go-Bragh? Were it no for the stick that ye haud in yer paw A'd show ye a game played in Erin-go-Bragh An a lump o blackthorn that A held in ma fist Aroun his big bodie A made it tae twist An the blude fae his napper A quickly did draw An paid him stock-an-interest for Erin-go-Bragh Bit the people cam roun like a flock o wild geese Sayin catch that daft rascal he's killt the police An for every freen A had A'm shair he had twa It wis terrible hard times for Erin-go-Bragh Bit A cam tae a wee boat that sails in the Forth An A packed up ma gear an A steered for the North Fareweill tae Auld Reekie, yer polis an aa An the devil gang wi ye says Erin-go-Bragh Sae come aa ye young people, whairever ye're from A don't give a damn tae whit place ye belang A come fae Argyll in the Heilans sae braw Bit A ne'er took it ill bein caad Erin-go-Bragh. My Music. This will be your default for searching and browsing, but we'll still show you results for other languages.

Dick Gaughan. Ma name's Duncan Campbell fae the shire o Argyll A've traivellt this country for mony's the mile A've traivellt thro Irelan, Scotlan an aa An the name A go under's bauld Erin-go-Bragh Ae nicht in Auld Reekie A walked doun the street Whan a saucy big polis A chanced for tae meet He glowert in ma face an he gied me some jaw Sayin whan cam ye owre, bauld Erin-go-Bragh? Were it no for the stick that ye haud in yer paw A'd show ye a game played in Erin-go-Bragh An a lump o blackthorn that A held in ma fist Aroun his big bodie A made it tae twist An the blude fae his napper A quickly did draw An paid him stock-an-interest for Erin-go-Bragh Bit the people cam roun like a flock o wild geese Sayin catch that daft rascal he's killt the police An for every freen A had A'm shair he had twa It wis terrible hard times for Erin-go-Bragh Bit A cam tae a wee boat that sails in the Forth An A packed up ma gear an A steered for the North Fareweill tae Auld Reekie, yer polis an aa An the devil gang wi ye says Erin-go-Bragh Sae come aa ye young people, whairever ye're from A don't give a damn tae whit place ye belang A come fae Argyll in the Heilans sae braw Bit A ne'er took it ill bein caad Erin-go-Bragh. My Music.

Ma name's Duncan Campbell fae the shire o Argyll A've traivellt this country for mony's the mile A've traivellt thro Irelan, Scotlan an aa An the name A go under's bauld Erin-go-Bragh Ae nicht in Auld Reekie A walked doun the street Whan a saucy big polis A chanced for tae meet He glowert in ma face an he gied me some jaw Sayin whan cam ye owre, bauld Erin-go-Bragh? Were it no for the stick that ye haud in yer paw A'd show ye a game played in Erin-go-Bragh An a lump o blackthorn that A held in ma fist Aroun his big bodie A made it tae twist An the blude fae his napper A quickly did draw An paid him stock-an-interest for Erin-go-Bragh Bit the people cam roun like a flock o wild geese Sayin catch that daft rascal he's killt the police An for every freen A had A'm shair he had twa It wis terrible hard times for Erin-go-Bragh Bit A cam tae a wee boat that sails in the Forth An A packed up ma gear an A steered for the North Fareweill tae Auld Reekie, yer polis an aa An the devil gang wi ye says Erin-go-Bragh Sae come aa ye young people, whairever ye're from A don't give a damn tae whit place ye belang A come fae Argyll in the Heilans sae braw Bit A ne'er took it ill bein caad Erin-go-Bragh. All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners.