The Hackler - The Mary Wallopers: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

The Mary Wallopers

The Hackler

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Singer/Songwriter

The Hackler è stato pubblicato il 28 ottobre 2022 da BC Records come parte dell'album The Mary Wallopers

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumThe Mary Wallopers

Data di uscita28 ottobre 2022

EtichettaBC Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM127

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The Mary Wallopers

The Mary Wallopers

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Colm O'Loughlin

Colm O'Loughlin

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Chris Barry

Producer

Testi

[Verse 1]

Well, I am a roving hackler lad that loves the shamrock shore

And me name is Pat McDonald and me age is eighty-four

I'm loved and well respected by me neighbours one and all

Oh, on Patrick's day I'd like to stray 'round Lavey and Grousehall

[Verse 2]

When I was young, I danced and sung and drank strong whiskey too

And each síbín shop that sold a drop of the rare auld mountain dew

With poitín still on every hill, the peelers had no call

'Round sweet Stradone I am well known, 'round Lavey and Grousehall

[Verse 3]

I used to go from town to town, for hackling was me trade

And none can deny I thought that I had an honest living made

Where e'er I'd stay by night or day, the youth would always call

Oh, to have the craic with Paddy Jack, the auld hackler from Grousehall

[Verse 4]

Now I think it strange, oh very much, how the times have changed of late

Coercion now been all the row with the Peelers on their bate

To take a glass is now, alas, the greatest crime of all

Since Balfour placed that hungry beast the Sergeant to Grousehall

[Verse 5]

Oh, that busy tool of Castle rule he wanders night and day

Sure he'd take a goat all by the throat for want of better prey

The nasty skunk, he'd swear you're drunk, though you've had none at all

And there is no peace around the place since he came to Grousehall

[Verse 6]

He'd run Parnell down into hell to search for poitín there

And sure wouldn't be loath to swear an oath if he found it in Killinkere

He'd search your bed from foot to head, sheets, blankets, tick and all

And your wife undressed must leave the nest for Jemmy from Grousehall

[Verse 7]

'Twas on pretense of this offense that he dragged me off to jail

And alone to dwell in a cold cell, me fortune to bewail

Me hoary head on a plank bed, such wrongs for vengeance call

He'll rue the day he dragged away the auld hackler from Grouse Hall

[Verse 8]

Oh, thank God the day's not far away when Home Rule will be seen

Oh, and brave Parnell at home will dwell and shine in College Green

Our policemen they will be then our nation's choice and all

And Balfour's pack will get the sack and be banished from Grousehall

[Verse 9]

Ah, so come old and young, clear up your lungs and sing this little song

Oh, and join with me and let them see that we all resent the wrong

For while I live I'll always give a prayer for their downfall

And when I die I don't deny I'll haunt them from Grousehall

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