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What's The Craic? (An Irish Medley) - Alfie Boe/Michael Ball.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Richard Farrelly/Eben E. Rexford/Hart Pease Danks/Joseph M Crofts/Traditional
[00:08.128]I've met some folks
[00:11.370]Who say that I'm a dreamer
[00:17.317]And I've no doubt
[00:20.850]There's truth in what they say
[00:26.505]But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer
[00:36.042]When all the things he loves are far away
[00:43.902]
[00:44.965]And when the moonlight
[00:48.994]Peeps across the rooftops
[00:54.407]Of this great city
[00:58.089]Wondrous though it be
[01:03.679]I scarcely feel it's wonder or it's laughter
[01:12.672]I'm once again back home in Inisfree
[01:23.683]
[01:40.503]Darling, I am growing old,
[01:48.749]Silver threads among the gold
[01:57.131]Shine upon my brow today,
[02:05.649]Life is fading fast away.
[02:11.648]
[02:13.999]But, my darling, you will be, will be,
[02:22.505]Always young and fair to me,
[02:31.202]Yes, my darling, you will be,
[02:39.597]Always young and fair to me.
[02:50.318]
[02:53.478]I've been a wild rover for many's the year
[02:57.734]and I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
[03:02.003]but now I'm returning with gold in great store
[03:06.434]and I never will play the wild rover no more
[03:09.802]
[03:10.206]And it's no, nay, never
[03:13.854]no, nay never no more
[03:16.785]will I play the wild rover
[03:20.374]no never no more
[03:23.091]
[03:23.806]And it's no, nay, never
[03:27.791]no, nay never no more
[03:30.401]will I play the wild rover
[03:34.097]no never no more
[03:38.395]
[03:41.217]In the Year of our Lord Eighteen Hundred and Six
[03:45.012]We set sail from the sweet Cove of Cork
[03:48.665]We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
[03:52.430]For the Grand City Hall in New York
[03:55.534]
[03:56.204]'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
[03:59.860]And oh, how the trade winds drove her
[04:03.647]She had twenty-three masts, and she stood several blasts
[04:07.247]And they called her the Irish Rover
[04:10.601]
[04:12.047]We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
[04:15.633]And our ship lost her way in the fog
[04:19.453]And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
[04:23.096]Just myself and the Captain's old dog
[04:26.882]Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord! What a shock
[04:30.917]The bulkhead was turned right over
[04:34.685]Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
[04:40.533]And I'm the last of the Irish Rover
text lyrics
作曲 : Richard Farrelly/Eben E. Rexford/Hart Pease Danks/Joseph M Crofts/Traditional
I've met some folks
Who say that I'm a dreamer
And I've no doubt
There's truth in what they say
But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer
When all the things he loves are far away
And when the moonlight
Peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city
Wondrous though it be
I scarcely feel it's wonder or it's laughter
I'm once again back home in Inisfree
Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold
Shine upon my brow today,
Life is fading fast away.
But, my darling, you will be, will be,
Always young and fair to me,
Yes, my darling, you will be,
Always young and fair to me.
I've been a wild rover for many's the year
and I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
but now I'm returning with gold in great store
and I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's no, nay, never
no, nay never no more
will I play the wild rover
no never no more
And it's no, nay, never
no, nay never no more
will I play the wild rover
no never no more
In the Year of our Lord Eighteen Hundred and Six
We set sail from the sweet Cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the trade winds drove her
She had twenty-three masts, and she stood several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And our ship lost her way in the fog
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord! What a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
And I'm the last of the Irish Rover