Текст песни Gaelic Storm - Darey's Donkey

'Twas up the Bluestack Mountains
D’arcy kept a bit of a still
We were sneaking home a bottle
When the guards came up the hill
“Lose the booze,” cried D’arcy
And before we could reply
He’d dumped it in the nosebag
Of his donkey standing by
The donkey had a ganky leg
And only one good eye
When he got a lick of the whiskey
You’d swear that he could fly
He rocketed through the roundabout
And down by Jamesie’s Bar
Then he vaulted through the hedges
At the track at Ballintra

Here’s to you, to me and one and all
To the garda and the gargle and the trophy on the wall
Here’s to you, to me and one and all
The day that D’arcy’s drunken donkey won the race at Donegal

Well, the gardaí chased the donkey
And we followed in pursuit
For fear they’d spill the whiskey
We begged them not to shoot
We barreled through the turnstiles
We got there just in time,
To place our bets before the lot of them
Reached the starting line
The flag was up, the race was on
The donkey looked behind, uh
He saw the guards were after him
But sure, he didn’t mind
He had himself another sip
And a second one as well
Then bucked and kicked
And knocked the competition all to hell

Here’s to you, to me and one and all
To the garda and the gargle and the trophy on the wall
Here’s to you, to me and one and all
The day that D’arcy’s drunken donkey won the race at Donegal

Well, the donkey passed the post
About a lap or two ahead
He finished off the whiskey
And then toppled over dead
We went to check the bets and found
When everything was done
The garda came in second
And paid 35 to one
So we dragged the donkey’s carcass
Down to Jamesie's for a pint
To drink up all our winnings
And to celebrate the night
We missed the poor old donkey
But still we had to laugh
When Jamesie made a trophy
Of the donkey’s better half

So raise a beer in the air to the famous derriere
Everybody raise a glass to D’arcy’s ass, D’arcy’s ass
Everybody raise a glass to D’arcy’s ass, D’arcy’s ass

Here’s to you, to me and one and all
To the garda and the gargle and the trophy on the wall
Here’s to you, to me and one and all
The day that D’arcy’s drunken donkey won the race at Donegal
The day that D’arcy’s drunken donkey won the race at Donegal
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'Twas up the Bluestack Mountains
D’arcy kept a bit of a still
We were sneaking home a bottle
When the guards came up the hill
“Lose the booze,” cried D’arcy
And before we could reply
He’d dumped it in the nosebag
Of his donkey standing by
The donkey had a ganky leg
And only one good eye
When he got a lick of the whiskey
You’d swear that he could fly
He rocketed through the roundabout
And down by Jamesie’s Bar
Then he vaulted through the hedges
At the track at Ballintra

Here’s to you, to me and one and all
To the garda and the gargle and the trophy on the wall
Here’s to you, to me and one and all
The day that D’arcy’s drunken donkey won the race at Donegal

Well, the gardaí chased the donkey
And we followed in pursuit
For fear they’d spill the whiskey
We begged them not to shoot
We barreled through the turnstiles
We got there just in time,
To place our bets before the lot of them
Reached the starting line
The flag was up, the race was on
The donkey looked behind, uh
He saw the guards were after him
But sure, he didn’t mind
He had himself another sip
And a second one as well
Then bucked and kicked
And knocked the competition all to hell

Here’s to you, to me and one and all
To the garda and the gargle and the trophy on the wall
Here’s to you, to me and one and all
The day that D’arcy’s drunken donkey won the race at Donegal

Well, the donkey passed the post
About a lap or two ahead
He finished off the whiskey
And then toppled over dead
We went to check the bets and found
When ever