Tekstovi I Pesme

The Spree

SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer

SOURCE'S SOURCE: Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem

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And a couple or two or three went on a spree one day

And the beer and whiskey flew, and we all felt gay.
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We then went into Swann's our stomachs for to pack

And we finished it with speed but we still felt slack
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And a plate of Irish stew he soon put out of sight

That he never felt before such a keen appetite
But him we couldn't tram, though we tried our level best
It went down him like a shot but he still stood the test

We thought it would go hard when the waiter brought the bill
Twice as much again and more before he had his fill

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He'll devour the tablecloth if you don't haul him in

He began to scout and barge, and his blood went on fire
And to finish the affair, called the shopman a liar

McEldoo he kicked about like an old football
Nearly killed him with a few blows in no time at all
He threw an empty bowl at the shopkeeper's head
And the ructions did begin, and we all fought and bled

And at us they made a drive for us all to march away
And went home to ruminate on the spree that day

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