Mick McGuire Songtext
von The Irish Rovers

Oh, me name is Mick Maguire
And I′ll quickly tell to you
Of a girl that I admired, she was Katy Donahue
She was fair and fat 'n′ forty and believe me when I say

Whenever I come in at the do'i, could hear her mammy say

"Johnny, get up from the fire, get up and give your man a sit
Can't you see it′s Mick Maguire, and he′s courting your sister Kate
Y'know very well he owns a farm a wee bit out of the town
Agh, get out of that, you impudent brat, let Mr. Maguire sit down"

Well, the first time that I met her was at a dance at Dunfanaghy
I very kindly asked her would she dance a step with me
I asked if I could see her home if she′d be going me way

And whenever I come in at the do'i, could hear the old one say


"Johnny, get up from the fire, get up and give your man a sit
Can′t you see it's Mick Maguire, and he′s courting your sister Kate
Y'know very well he owns a farm a wee bit out of the town
Agh, get out of that, you impudent brat, let Mr. Maguire sit down"

Ah, but now that we are married, sure her mammy's changed her mind
Because I spent the money that me daddy left behind
Now she hasn′t got the decency to give me time of the day

Now whenever I come in at the do′i, could hear her mammy say

"Johnny, come up to the fire, come up, you're sittin′ in the draft
Can't you see it′s old Maguire, and he nearly drives me daft
Chee, I don't know what gets in him, but he′s always on the tare
So, sit where you are and never you dar' give old Maguire the chair"

Diddley owdle-owdle-owdle diddley owdle-owdle-ow
Diddley owdle-owdle-owdle diddley owdle-owdle-ow
"Chee, I don't know what gets in him, but he′s always on the tare
Agh, just sit where you are and never you dar′ give old Maguire the chair"