The Dubliners - I Knew Danny Farrell lyrics

I knew Danny Farrell when his
Football was a can
With his hand-me downs and Welliers
And his sandwiches of bran
But now that pavement peasant is
A full grown bitter man
With all the trials and troubles
Of his travelling people's clan

He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still know, Danny Farrell, he's a man

I knew Danny Farrell when he
Joined the National School
He was lousy at the Gaelic
They'd call him amadan a fool
He was brilliant in the toss school
By trading objects in the pawn
By the time he was an adult
All his charming ways had gone

I knew Danny Farrell when we
Queued up for the dole
And he tried to hide the loss of
Pride that eats away the soul
But mending pots and kettles is a
Trade lost in the past
"There's no hand-outs here for tinkers" was
The answer when he asked

He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still know, Danny Farrell, he's a man

I still know Danny Farrell
Saw him just there yesterday
Drinking methylated spirit's with some
Wino's on the quay
Oh, he's forty going on eighty
With his eyes of hope bereft
And he told me this for certain
There's not many of us left

He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still know, Danny Farrell, he's a man