The Dubliners - The Gaol Song lyrics
[The Dubliners - The Gaol Song lyrics]
"Step up, young man, I know your face
It's nothing in your favour
A little time I'll give to you:
Six months unto hard labour"
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
At six o'clock the turnkey comes in
With a bunch of keys all in his hand
"Come, come, me lads, step up in time
The wheel to turn and the corn to grind"
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
At eight o'clock our skilly comes in
Sometimes thick and sometimes thin
But the devil a word we dare not say
Or it's bread and water all next day
To me Hip! fol thе day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol thе digee, oh!
At half past eight the jangle rings
Into the church, boys, we must swing
"Down on our bended knees to fall
The Lord have mercy on us all"
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
At nine o'clock the turnkey comes in
With a bunch of keys all in his hand
"Come, come, me lads, step up in time
Tread the wheel till breakfast time"
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
Saturday's come, I'm sorry to say
Sunday is our starvation day
Our hobnail boots and our tin mugs too
They are not cleaned nor they will not do
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
Now six long months are over and past
I will return to me bonny bonny lass
I'll leave the turnkey all behind
The wheel to turn and the corn to grind
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
It's nothing in your favour
A little time I'll give to you:
Six months unto hard labour"
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
At six o'clock the turnkey comes in
With a bunch of keys all in his hand
"Come, come, me lads, step up in time
The wheel to turn and the corn to grind"
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
At eight o'clock our skilly comes in
Sometimes thick and sometimes thin
But the devil a word we dare not say
Or it's bread and water all next day
To me Hip! fol thе day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol thе digee, oh!
At half past eight the jangle rings
Into the church, boys, we must swing
"Down on our bended knees to fall
The Lord have mercy on us all"
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
At nine o'clock the turnkey comes in
With a bunch of keys all in his hand
"Come, come, me lads, step up in time
Tread the wheel till breakfast time"
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
Saturday's come, I'm sorry to say
Sunday is our starvation day
Our hobnail boots and our tin mugs too
They are not cleaned nor they will not do
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
Now six long months are over and past
I will return to me bonny bonny lass
I'll leave the turnkey all behind
The wheel to turn and the corn to grind
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
To me Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!