The Ramblin' Irishman


I
Poor ole Ciaran was a lad
Fiddles playin' in his head
Off to join the IRA
Pint of whiskey ev'ry day

Then one day he went away
Off to good ole Germany
Cross the North Sea all day long
You can hear him sing his song

Ref.:
I am a ramblin' Irishman
I am the wildest rover
But there's still one thing I'd like to know:
What's it like to be sober

Mountain green, foggy dew
Irish stew, I'm missing you
Think I shoud be pissing off right away

II
Ciaran loved to curse and fight
A caretaker like dynamite
And to prove that he's a man
He became a hooligan

He'd die for the sake of his pub
He'd die for the sake of his football club
And when you kick him in his thing
You still can hear him sing

Ref.




Das habe ich für einen ganz tollen Typen aus Harburg in Anerkennung seiner Verdienste um sein irisches Vaterland und die hohe Schule des Nachtretens-wenn-der-Gegner-schon-am-Boden-liegt geschrieben.