Christy Moore - Rose of Tralee lyrics

Listen for a while
And I'll tell you the story
Of How I fell in love with The Rose Of Tralee
It was about five o'clock in the morning
I was only after gettin' off the mail boat
I was walking down the North Wall
Minding me own business
With me suitcase under me arm
Sitting down every minute
'Til a voice behind me went
Hello, hello, hello
Where do you think you're going
At this hour of the morning? I turned around
And who do you think was standin' behind me
Only the Rose of Tralee
And she wearin' a grand new
Blue Ban Gardaí's uniform
I thought she was a super
How's it going there Rose
Jasus girleen the last time I saw you
Was down below there in The Dome
Upstairs in the tent with Gaybo
In the Pretty Polly tights
And all them beauty queens from
Tashkent, Istanbul, Bangkok and Liverpool and
How's she cuttin there Rose
Can you account for your movements sez she
Ah Rose, there's no need to be like that
But, I can give you all
The movements you want
You'd better sharpen your pencil
You're goin' to be busy little woman
Christy's got a memory like a super-grass
I can remember things that
Never happened at all

The first thing I can remember
Is the 7th of May 1945
At the back of Donnelly's Hollow
The night before
Pa Connolly drove the Roadstone lorry
Into the Seven Springs
And St brigid started rollin' out the Tintawn
Across the Curragh of Kildare
Then I woke up one morning
It was after gettin conscripted
Into the altar boys i was ringin the bells
And swingin the thurible
Sure the smell of the incense
Would remind you of the inside
Of an Arab's tent
And no sign of Ghaddafi nowhere
In those days Down in Newbridge Co kildare
An altar boy would get a pound for a funeral
Two pound for a wedding
And a good kick up in the arse
If he didn't put enough wine in
The chaliceAt he early mass
Ah!"Ita Missa Est" says Rose
"Gloria Tibi Domine" says I
I didn't know you had to have the Latin
To get into Templemore
I love to hear the old bit of Latin
The old Tridentine "Kyrie Eleison"
I can't stand them Folk Masses
All them trendy priestsTrippin'
Over each other
To sing balladsAt half time in the Bingo
Sure the Nine First
FridaysNever killed anyone

Well! The next thing I knew, Rose
I was servin' me time to be
A corner boy up in the Curragh Camp
I was trying to teach the
Sheep how to talk Irish
Then I got a job selling
Lambs balls to mushroom farmers
That couldn't afford horseshite
One day I was walkin' across
The Curragh of Kildare
And I fell into an officer's mess
I ended up in the FCA
Squarebashin' around the wet canteen
Until the commanding officer heard
That me Granny once confessed
To a fellow whose Sister's brother in law was
Married to a man whoseFirst
Cousin used to fill
Hot water bottles for Patrick SarsfieldBefore
The battle of Clongorey
I had to go on the run

Gubu Gubu Gubu Gubu

I ran so fast thatI ended up in Paddington
A million miles away from The
Land Of saints and scholars i was

Diggin' Footins Scrapin' Pots
Pullin' cable Startin' Drotts
Boilin' Kettles Makin' Tea
Diggin' Deep Rose and Thrown Away
I was a disposable PaddyServin' me
Time to be a
Co-Pilot on a kango hammer in Shepherd's Bush
Doin' 86 MPH on a JCB
Down the Kilburn High Road
When the SPG flagged me down and
Held me under the PTA
Until I got away and went
Underground with the Green Murphy
One Thursday night I was headin'
Down the Hammersmith Broadway
I met a friend of mine
From Ballaghadereenin the Co roscommon
Who was a demolition expert -
Georgian houses were his speciality
Any chance for a start?What would
You know about demolition?
(I've been well known to demolish
A rake of large bottles)
Well, Monday mornin' came
Myself, Roger Sherlock, Liam
Farrell, Martin Byrnes
Raymond Roland Tony Rohr
We was paintin' a door
We gave her six coats and three coats
More- that was just the undercoat
The ganger was fond of a

Tune-thursday never came too soon
We were gettin' five pounds a day
And all we could ate
But, it's an awful job Tryin' to eat all day
To make a long story short, Rose
I went lookin' for digs
I went up and knocked at the door
This big English woman comes out
Took one look at me and she went
Get away from my door sez she
There'll be absolutely no blacks nor
Paddies gettin' in here'
So I let on I was a white South African
And I tried to join the
British Army to better myself
I volunteered as sub-contractor
Buildin' houses with
No doors nor handles on them
The recruiting officer says to me
'What ye bin doin' lately then, Paddy?

I was helpin' O'Brien to shift it Sir says I
Before that I was spreadin' the toxic
All over the Golden Vale
Helpin' Mr gallagher cover Stephen's
Green in concrete Sir
Helpin' Sam Stevenson block all the
Daylight out of Dublin
Helpin' Dr smurfit relocate the Liffey
Helpin' Lord O'Reilly to count
The golden beans i was dolin' out the
Diddly-Eye for Dr darragh
Puttin in the bugs for Cathaoirleach
Vacuum packin' T-Bone steaks for
Larry Maith an Fear
Seekin' out the heart of the Green Core
Bejasus Paddy you're overqualified for
The British Army
I'm afraid I'll have to deport
You out of England and he didtotal Exclusion

Here I am, RoseAr ais arís
This is some welcome for a returned emmigrant
Céad Míle Fáilte my arse
With your pioneer pin and your fáinneAnd
Your white star for not cursing
Jaysus, it would be more in
Your line togive me
A lift in the squad car into town
And she did

There wew were Cruisin' down Capel
Street in the White Squad
Looking for the Early Morning House
Will ye look Rose There's Paddy Slattery
'You're welcome home, Christy', says Paddy
Big Slate!
'I suppose you and your girlfriend
Are looking for a drink'
Well, off came the cap she flung it
Into the back seat of the squad
And in with her like a bat out a hell
(left right, left right)
'I'll have a Brandy with a small drop of Port
I never drink pints when I'm on duty'
Brandy and Port!
T'was like throwin' water into
A barrel of sawdust
She lowered it up andof courseno wallet
Roll on the Holy Hour', says I
I'll see you tonight sez she
'twill be my twist'

Ladies and Gentlemen there I was
Outside the GPO waitin for
The most beautiful Kerry woman in
The whole wide world here she comes
Holy Mother of Sweet Divine Jesus in
Heaven would you ever look
Atthat sashaying down the Boulevardin her
Doc's and her 501's hey Rose! over here
'What's on your mind big fellah'
Says she to me (I was wearin me platforms)
I wouldn't mind a bit of a dance, Rose
She took me to a discoin the
Gardai club in Harcourt Street
Le Baton Rougea tidy little
Spot up Harcourt Street
Watch out for the quadruple parking
Bald tyres and no tax discs
In there wall to wall moustaches
Gay bikers on acid
Myself and the Rose of Tralee
Danced the night away
Until about five O'clock in the morning
When says she to me
'Fancy comin' back to my place then Lofty?'
Does a bear shite in the woods?
Away with us, me hangin out of her on
The back of the Honda50
Up through Rathmines and
Rathgar into Ranelagh

Pullin into the 24-7 open 9-11, 6 days a week
Two donor kebabs and the Leinster Leader
Up to her place thenTwo up, two down
She pulled the cork out of the Blue Nun
And I got sick all over the Rottweiler
And she put some music onLovely new CD, ,
Daniel "Oh then fare thee well sweet Donegal
The Roses and Gweedore" oh Rose oh Daniel
Ah Here, i suppose a rasher sandwichis
Out of the question?
That's how I met up with The Roseof Tralee