Текст песни с аккордами
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[Verse 1]
Am G
I am a roving hackler lad that loves the shamrock shore,
Am G
My name is Pat McDonnell and my age is eighty-four;
Am C G
Beloved and well-respected by my neighbors one and all
Am G Am G Am
On St. Patrick’s day I loved to stray round Lavey and Grouse Hall.
[Verse 2]
Am G
When I was young I danced and sung and drank good whiskey, too.
Am G
Each síbín shop that sold a drop of the real old mountain dew.
Am C G
With the poitín still on every hill the peelers had no call
Am G Am G Am
Round sweet Stradone I am well known, round Lavey and Grouse Hall.
[Verse 3]
Am G
I rambled round from town to town for hackling was my trade,
Am G
None can deny I think that I an honest living made;
Am C G
Where ever I’d stay by night or day the youth would always call
Am G Am G Am
To have some crack with Paddy Jack, the hackler from Grouse Hall.
[Verse 4]
Am G
I think it strange how times have changed so very much of late,
Am G
Coercion now is all the row and Peelers on their bate.
Am C G
To take a glass is now, alas, the greatest crime of all
Am G Am G Am
Since Balfour placed that hungry beast the Sergeant of Grouse Hall.
[Verse 5]
Am G
The busy tool of Castle rule he travels night and day,
Am G
He’ll seize a goat just by the throat for want of better prey;
Am C G
The nasty skunk, he’ll swear you’re drunk tho’ you took none at all
Am G Am G Am
There is no peace about the place since he came to Grouse Hall.
[Verse 6]
Am G
‘Twas on pretense of this offense he dragged me off to jail,
Am G
Alone to dwell in a cold cell my fate for to bewail.
Am C G
My hoary head on a plank bed, such wrongs for vengeance call
Am G Am G Am
He’ll rue the day he dragged away the hackler from Grouse Hall.
[Verse 7]
Am G
He haunts the League just like a plague, and shame for to relate
Am G
The priest can’t be on Sunday free the Mass to celebrate.
Am C G
It’s there he’ll kneel encased in steel prepared on duty’s call
Am G Am G Am
For to assail and drag to jail our clergy from Grouse Hall.
[Verse 8]
Am G
Down into hell he’d run pell-mell to hunt for poitín there
Am G
And won’t be loath to swear an oath ’twas found in Killinkere.
Am C G
He’ll search your bed from foot to head, sheets, blankets, tick and all
Am G Am G Am
Your wife, undressed, must leave the nest for Jemmy of Grouse Hall.
[Verse 9]
Am G
He fixed a plan for one poor man who had a handsome wife
Am G
To take away without delay her liberty and life.
Am C G
He’d swear quite plain that he’s insane and got no sense at all,
Am G Am G Am
As he has done of late with one convenient to Grouse Hall.
[Verse 10]
Am G
Thank God the day’s not far away when Home Rule will be seen,
Am G
And brave Parnell at home will dwell and shine in College Green;
Am C G
Our policemen will all be then our nation’s choice and all,
Am G Am G Am
Old Balfour’s pack will get the sack and banished from Grouse Hall.
[Verse 11]
Am G
Let old and young clear out their lungs and sing this little song,
Am G
Come join with me and let him see you all resent the wrong.
Am C G
And while I live I’ll always give a prayer for his downfall
Am G Am G Am
And when I die I don’t deny I’ll haunt him from Grouse hall
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