Christy Moore - Morrissey and the Russian Sailor lyrics
[Christy Moore - Morrissey and the Russian Sailor lyrics]
Oh come all you true born Irishmen
Wherever you may be
I hope you'll pay attention
And listen unto me
I'll sing about a battle that
Took place the other day
Between a Russian sailor
And gallant Morrissey
It was in Tierra Del Fuego in South America
The Russian challenged Morrissey these words
To him did say i hear you are a fighting man
You wear the belt I see
Indeed I wish you would consent to
Have a fight with me
Up spoke Johnny Morrissey with heart
Both brave and true i am a valiant Irishman
That never was subdued
I can whack the Yankee, the Saxon
Bull or Bear in honour of old Paddy's land
The laurels I'll maintain
They shook hands and walked around the
Ring commencing then to fight
It filled each Irish heart with
Joy to behold the sight
The Russian he floored Morrissey up
To the eleventh round with Yankee
Saxon and Russian cheers the
Valley did resound
A minute and a half he
Lay before he could arise
The word it went around the field
He's dead rang out the cries
But Morrissey recovered and rising
From the ground
From that up to the eighteenth
The Russian he put down
The Irish offered ten to one
That day upon the grass
No sooner said that taken and
They covered all the cash
They parried away without delay up
To the twentieth round
When Morrissey received a blow which
Brought him to the ground
Up to the thirty-second round 'twas
Fall and fall about
Which caused them Yankee tyrants to
Keep a sharp look out
The Russian called his seconds to
Pour a glass of wine
Begod sez Johnny Morrissey this
Battle will be mine
The thirty-seventh ended all when the
Russian smelt a fart
When Morrissey with a dreadful blow struck
The Russian on the heart
They sent for a physician to open up a vein
The doctor said 'Tis useless
He will never fight again'
Our hero conquered Thompson
The Yankee clipper too
The Benica boy and Shepherd
He also did subdue
Let us fill a flowing glass
And here's a health galore
To noble Johnny Morrissey who
Came from Templemore
Wherever you may be
I hope you'll pay attention
And listen unto me
I'll sing about a battle that
Took place the other day
Between a Russian sailor
And gallant Morrissey
It was in Tierra Del Fuego in South America
The Russian challenged Morrissey these words
To him did say i hear you are a fighting man
You wear the belt I see
Indeed I wish you would consent to
Have a fight with me
Up spoke Johnny Morrissey with heart
Both brave and true i am a valiant Irishman
That never was subdued
I can whack the Yankee, the Saxon
Bull or Bear in honour of old Paddy's land
The laurels I'll maintain
They shook hands and walked around the
Ring commencing then to fight
It filled each Irish heart with
Joy to behold the sight
The Russian he floored Morrissey up
To the eleventh round with Yankee
Saxon and Russian cheers the
Valley did resound
A minute and a half he
Lay before he could arise
The word it went around the field
He's dead rang out the cries
But Morrissey recovered and rising
From the ground
From that up to the eighteenth
The Russian he put down
The Irish offered ten to one
That day upon the grass
No sooner said that taken and
They covered all the cash
They parried away without delay up
To the twentieth round
When Morrissey received a blow which
Brought him to the ground
Up to the thirty-second round 'twas
Fall and fall about
Which caused them Yankee tyrants to
Keep a sharp look out
The Russian called his seconds to
Pour a glass of wine
Begod sez Johnny Morrissey this
Battle will be mine
The thirty-seventh ended all when the
Russian smelt a fart
When Morrissey with a dreadful blow struck
The Russian on the heart
They sent for a physician to open up a vein
The doctor said 'Tis useless
He will never fight again'
Our hero conquered Thompson
The Yankee clipper too
The Benica boy and Shepherd
He also did subdue
Let us fill a flowing glass
And here's a health galore
To noble Johnny Morrissey who
Came from Templemore