Fiddler's Green - Girls Along The Road lyrics
[Fiddler's Green - Girls Along The Road lyrics]
Oh, I'm just in the vein of a
Nice refrain so pay attention round
And the name I'll tell of a fine young
Swell and a rich young man called Brown
Oh, he listed in the Antrim rifle corps
All you who listen to me ode
Do the thing that's right going home tonight
With the girls along the road
Brown was a spark he was fond of a lark
A married man tho' not chaste
And little he cared if his own wife
Heard if another girl took his taste
Aye and he himself dressed in his regimental
Best as proud as a peacock strode
Admiring the girls with their
Long hair curled
As they walked along the road
Oh, he courted a girl with nice curly hair
Blue boots and a red leather belt
And he idly talked as he onward
Walked endeavoring her heart to melt
And his gay grenadier with a wink and
A leer enquired her name and abode
And he felt as grand as a lord of
The land with the girls along the road
Mr brown and his love sat down
In a tavern hard near by
And he called for a drain
Of the good champagne
And a plate of the old pork pie
And his arms he placed around her waist
And his heart with love overflowed
And he says it's all right we'll be happy
Tonight with the girls along the road
O, this funny little man he had just
Begun his love tales to outpour
When who should he see but his own Mrs
B peeping in at the parlour door
With a bolt like a bear she fastened in his
Hair for the signs of her anger showed
Saying I'll tear away your eyes if you go
To exercise with the girls along the road
Now to set matters right these women had a
Fight a first rate tumble up and down
And they sent to smithereens hats
Coats and crinolines and then they
Set to work on Brown
He was jolly well thrashed and his head all
Bashed as the crowd their anger bestowed
And his fine uniform was all torn in the
Storm with the girls along the road
Now Mr brown has broken with the peace
He's been taken to a police cell
There to ruminate on his sad unlucky fate
Like many's a fine young swell
And the very next day sure his wife
Ran away because of this little episode
He's about there still but he never goes to
Drill with the girls along the road
Nice refrain so pay attention round
And the name I'll tell of a fine young
Swell and a rich young man called Brown
Oh, he listed in the Antrim rifle corps
All you who listen to me ode
Do the thing that's right going home tonight
With the girls along the road
Brown was a spark he was fond of a lark
A married man tho' not chaste
And little he cared if his own wife
Heard if another girl took his taste
Aye and he himself dressed in his regimental
Best as proud as a peacock strode
Admiring the girls with their
Long hair curled
As they walked along the road
Oh, he courted a girl with nice curly hair
Blue boots and a red leather belt
And he idly talked as he onward
Walked endeavoring her heart to melt
And his gay grenadier with a wink and
A leer enquired her name and abode
And he felt as grand as a lord of
The land with the girls along the road
Mr brown and his love sat down
In a tavern hard near by
And he called for a drain
Of the good champagne
And a plate of the old pork pie
And his arms he placed around her waist
And his heart with love overflowed
And he says it's all right we'll be happy
Tonight with the girls along the road
O, this funny little man he had just
Begun his love tales to outpour
When who should he see but his own Mrs
B peeping in at the parlour door
With a bolt like a bear she fastened in his
Hair for the signs of her anger showed
Saying I'll tear away your eyes if you go
To exercise with the girls along the road
Now to set matters right these women had a
Fight a first rate tumble up and down
And they sent to smithereens hats
Coats and crinolines and then they
Set to work on Brown
He was jolly well thrashed and his head all
Bashed as the crowd their anger bestowed
And his fine uniform was all torn in the
Storm with the girls along the road
Now Mr brown has broken with the peace
He's been taken to a police cell
There to ruminate on his sad unlucky fate
Like many's a fine young swell
And the very next day sure his wife
Ran away because of this little episode
He's about there still but he never goes to
Drill with the girls along the road