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gaelic storm - darcy's donkey كلمات الأغنية

t’was up in the bluestack mountains, d’arcy kept a bit
of a still
we were sneaking home a bottle, when the guards came up
the hill
“lose the booze” cried d’arcy and before we could
reply,
he’d dumped it in the nosebag of his donkey standing
by.
the donkey had a ganky leg, and only one good eye.
when he got a lick of the whiskey, he’d swear that he
could fly
he rocketed through the roundabout, and down by
jamesie’s bar,
then he vaulted through the hedges at the track at
ballintra

here’s to you, to me and one and all
to the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the
wall
here’s to you, to me and one and all
the day that d’arcy’s drunken donkey won the race at
donegal

the garda chased the donkey, and we followed in
pursuit,
for fear they’d spill the whiskey, we begged them not
to shoot
we barreled through the turnstiles, we got there just
in time,
to place our bets before the lot of ’em reached the
starting line.
the flag was up, the race was on, the donkey looked
behind
he saw the guards were after him but sure he didn’t
mind
he had himself another sip, and a second one as well,
then bucked and kicked and knocked the compet-tion all
to h-ll.

here’s to you, to me and one and all
to the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the
wall
here’s to you, to me and one and all
the day that d’arcy’s drunken donkey won the race at
donegal

the donkey p-ssed the post about a lap or two ahead
he finished off the whiskey, then toppled over dead
we went to check the bets and found when everything was
done
the garda came in second and paid 35 to one!
so we dragged the donkey’s carc-ss down to jamesie’s
for a pint
to drink up all our winnings, and to celebrate the
night
we missed the poor old donkey, but still we had to
laugh
when jamesie made a trophy of the donkey’s better half

so raise a beer in the air, to the famous derriere
everybody raise a gl-ss to d’arcy’s -ss! d’arcy’s -ss!
everybody raise a gl-ss to d’arcy’s -ss! d’arcy’s -ss!

here’s to you, to me and one and all
to the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the
wall
here’s to you, to me and one and all
the day that d’arcy’s drunken donkey won the race at
donegal

- gaelic storm

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