Música: Bard'S Way
Letra:
As we were crossing countryside road to road , river´s wide!
lost´n wicklow mountains high carrying only’r fiddle´n pipes
on our way to Dublin´s sky fellows yelling
"Move, turd!"
"Shuv it!"
"Am ah gettin' ma hole?"
weird lad was passing by
help he offered us to guide
Castle is north but south’s the way! (did you hear what he just say?¹)
Cut the woods to village west we are shouting:
"Move, turd!"
"Shuv it!"
"Am ah gettin' ma hole?"
Ooooh, ooh ohh oh oooh! come on on the bard´s way!
Ooooh , ooh ohh oh oooh for the king we must play!
as lad was showing us the way "we drowned in mood, feet to ars!"
lost´n wiclow mountains high strolling with the bedlam guide
on our way to Dublin´s sky we were yelling:
Fluffy! John! Throw him in to the hole!