The Wolfe Tones - The Limerick Races lyrics
[The Wolfe Tones - The Limerick Races lyrics]
I'm a simple Irish lad who's
Off to have some comfort
To satisfy my mind, to Limerick town I came
sir oh, what a lovely place
And what a charming city
Where the boys are all so free and
The girls are all so pretty
Musha ma ring me do ma day
A ring ma do ma daddy, oh
Ring ma do ma day a whack fo the daddy, oh
It was on the first of May
I first began me rambles
And everything was there
Both jaunting car and gambols
I looked upon the road
'twas lined with smiling faces
Happy as can be as they're
Going to see the races
Musha ma ring me do ma day
A ring ma do ma daddy, oh
Ring ma do ma day and a whack fo the daddy
Oh
Oh, so then I had to walk
And made me way to th'race, sir
And did I reach the coast
Where everything was gay, sir
I spied a wooden house and
In the upper storey
A man struck up a tune one
Day called "Garryowen for Glory"
Musha ma ring me do ma day
A ring ma do ma daddy, oh
Ring ma do ma day and a whack fo the daddy
Oh
There were fiddlers playing them jigs
And lads and lassies dancing
And chaps upon their nags around
The course were prancing
A drink of whiskey punch
While others bawled out gayly:
"Hurrah for Ireland's green and
The shamrock and shillelagh"
Musha ma ring me do ma day
A ring ma do ma daddy, oh
Ring ma do ma day and a whack fo the daddy
Oh
There were betters to and fro, to
Go to see the race, sir
And one of the sporting chaps
Of course came to me, sir
"I bet you fifty pound
I'll put her down this minute
I'll bet you ten-to-one says I
The foremost horse will win it"
Musha ma ring me do ma day
A ring ma do ma daddy, oh
Ring ma do ma day and a whack fo the daddy
Oh
Off to have some comfort
To satisfy my mind, to Limerick town I came
sir oh, what a lovely place
And what a charming city
Where the boys are all so free and
The girls are all so pretty
Musha ma ring me do ma day
A ring ma do ma daddy, oh
Ring ma do ma day a whack fo the daddy, oh
It was on the first of May
I first began me rambles
And everything was there
Both jaunting car and gambols
I looked upon the road
'twas lined with smiling faces
Happy as can be as they're
Going to see the races
Musha ma ring me do ma day
A ring ma do ma daddy, oh
Ring ma do ma day and a whack fo the daddy
Oh
Oh, so then I had to walk
And made me way to th'race, sir
And did I reach the coast
Where everything was gay, sir
I spied a wooden house and
In the upper storey
A man struck up a tune one
Day called "Garryowen for Glory"
Musha ma ring me do ma day
A ring ma do ma daddy, oh
Ring ma do ma day and a whack fo the daddy
Oh
There were fiddlers playing them jigs
And lads and lassies dancing
And chaps upon their nags around
The course were prancing
A drink of whiskey punch
While others bawled out gayly:
"Hurrah for Ireland's green and
The shamrock and shillelagh"
Musha ma ring me do ma day
A ring ma do ma daddy, oh
Ring ma do ma day and a whack fo the daddy
Oh
There were betters to and fro, to
Go to see the race, sir
And one of the sporting chaps
Of course came to me, sir
"I bet you fifty pound
I'll put her down this minute
I'll bet you ten-to-one says I
The foremost horse will win it"
Musha ma ring me do ma day
A ring ma do ma daddy, oh
Ring ma do ma day and a whack fo the daddy
Oh