Gaelic Storm - Darcy's Donkey lyrics
[Gaelic Storm - Darcy's Donkey lyrics]
T'was up in 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
He'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
The garda 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 ‘em reached the starting line
The flag was up, the race was on
The donkey looked behind
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
The donkey passed the post about
A lap or two ahead
He finished off the whiskey
Then toppled over dead
We went to check the bets and
Found when everything was donem
The garda came in second and paid 25 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
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
He'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
The garda 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 ‘em reached the starting line
The flag was up, the race was on
The donkey looked behind
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
The donkey passed the post about
A lap or two ahead
He finished off the whiskey
Then toppled over dead
We went to check the bets and
Found when everything was donem
The garda came in second and paid 25 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