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  • Текст песни The Irish Rovers - Rory Murphy

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    Тут находится текст песни The Irish Rovers - Rory Murphy, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
    Saw ye Rory Murphy comin' frae Dumbarton

    Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
    Saw ye Rory Murphy comin' frae Dumbarton

    Now Rory was a piper bold
    Hieland blood wi' in him flowed
    And lowland bodies' hearts aye glowed
    To the tunes of Rory Murphy
    He filled the warriors' breasts wi' fire
    He cheered the heart o' sage and sire
    And made the listening groups admire
    As he gae'd through Dumbarton

    Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
    Saw ye Rory Murphy comin' frae Dumbarton

    He had a beard o'lammer gloss
    His cheeks were fresher than the rose
    His sparkling eyes as black's a sloe's
    And a nose as red's a partan
    Rory stood six foot or more
    The brawest man on Scotland's shore
    And all the lassies did adore
    The piper o'Dumbarton

    Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
    Saw ye Rory Murphy comin' frae Dumbarton

    He oft times played the night awa'
    And never was he tired at aw
    Piping note for one and a'
    And a tune for every tartan
    When Rory drank an extra gill
    He made his chanter sound say shrill
    You'd hear him on Benlomond Hill
    As clear as in Dumbarton

    Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
    Saw ye Rory Murphy comin' frae Dumbarton

    'Twas whisky that did him betray
    While tottering home more drunk each day
    He fell headlong all doon the brae
    That killed him dead for certain
    No more we'll hear his witchy tones
    No more he'll blow his Hieland drones
    His bones lie cold beneath the stones
    In the kirkyard o'Dumbarton

    Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
    Saw ye Rory Murphy comin' frae Dumbarton

    Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
    Saw ye Rory Murphy comin' frae Dumbarton
    Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
    Saw ye Rory Murphy, the piper o'Dumbarton

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