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hugh kearns - the glasgow drinking song كلمات الأغنية

it was on a friday evening, i was down on ashton lane
feeling sorry for myself, busking in the rain
i was singin for my supper, singing for another beer

all the usual hits that the punters like to hear

i went in to jinty mcguinty’s and old jim c-ssidy was there
his coat was ripped and his tooth was chipped, but he didn’t seem to care
you’re a sorry sight i told him, as he swayed from side to side
and i’ll tell you what my friends, i wasn’t far behind

and he said tell me what’s yer name again i seem to have forgot
see i’ve been sinking guiness now for 6 days on the trot
but i’ll wake up tomorrow and i’m sure the sun will shine
‘till then i’ll drown my sorrows in a bottle of cheap red wine

sure there i was the next day, oh how my stomach turned
i was thinkin’ of the drinkin’ and the bridges that i burned
i woke up with odd shoes on saying how did it come to this
but i don’t remember and you know what they say, ignorance is bliss

i looked around and theres jim again crawling across the floor
looking for his marbles that he’d lost the night before
and there in the bed beside me, much to my surprise
was a wee face that i could have swore that i recognised

so i said tell me whats yer name again i seem to have forgot
see i’ve been sinking guiness now for 6 days on the trot
but i’ll wake up tomorrow and i’m sure the sun will shine
‘till then i’ll drown my sorrows in a bottle of cheap red wine

the drowning of your sorrows sure it’s good fun for a while
loosening your morals in true glaswegian style
you talk a load of nan bread, and every man’s your friend
then the next day you say i’ll never drink again!

now some are mad for the whisky, some prefer the beer
some will do just about anything for even stronger gear
but me i swore i was aff it, yes i swore i was gonna stop
no, no i said never again will i touch another drop

but that was now week ago and i seem to have forgot
see i’ve been sinking guiness now for 6 days on the trot
and i’ll wake up tomorrow, i’m sure the sun will shine
‘till then i’ll drown my sorrows in a bottle of cheap red wine

- hugh kearns

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