The Rumjacks - Green ginger wine lyrics

Oh kiss me Maggie & take me home
For I sure dinnae feel like dyin' alone
Gawn geez a shot, chuck a doggie a bone
Or a penny for me rattlin' can
As sure as Christ it's a bitter pill
But, if you won't have me, yer sister will
I'll cart me arse doon Surry Hills
& call her out this evenin'

Go on, go well, ye're no catch o' mine
Yer clothes in rags
Ye reek o' fags & old green ginger wine
My sisters aye a leezie into the drinkin'
Dogs & cards
My poor departed Father couldn't flog
Her at the yards
I'm a man o' some renown 'Jack
The Lad' about the town
We'll share a plate of oysters
Crack the neck o' Billy Brown
Sly grog & salty treats
I'll not grant yer wish
I'm promised to the toll collector
Boy upon the bridge

Like good whisky in bad wounds
Like honey on a toothache
You'll never be mine
Tho' we can dance, b'Jesus
We'll swing like the razors
Of Kate Leigh & Tilly Devine

Why wait until yer dancin' shoes are
Scuffed and in the bin?
I'll stitch my holey duds
Scrape the whiskers from me chin
We'll get ye down yer scarlet gown
I'll steal you somethin' blue
I'd waltz off Millers point before I
Walk the aisle with you!

Like good whisky in bad wounds
Like honey on a toothache
You'll never be mine
Tho' we can dance, b'Jesus
We'll swing like the razors
Of Kate Leigh & Tilly Devine

Oh, I'll sing you 'six ribbons'!
Aye when your 'three sheets'! Yer drunken
Brawlin' caterwaulin' echoes through
The streets y'know I'm not yet very old
Sure it's poison when it's cold
And a dear old southerly
Belters sure to blow!

Like good whisky in bad wounds
Like honey on a toothache
You'll never be mine
Tho' we can dance, b'Jesus
We'll swing like the razors
Of Kate Leigh & Tilly Devine
Like good whisky in bad wounds
Like honey on a toothache
You'll never be mine
Tho' we can dance, b'Jesus
We'll swing like the razors
Of Kate Leigh & Tilly Devine
Tho' we can dance, b'Jesus
We'll swing like the razors
Of Kate Leigh & Tilly Devine
Of Kate Leigh & Tilly Devine
Of Kate Leigh & Tilly Devine