The Limerick Rake Songtext
von The Pogues
The Limerick Rake Songtext
I am a young fellow that′s easy and bold
In Castletown Conner I'm very well known
In Newcastle West I spent many a night
With Kitty and Judy and Mary
My parents rebuked me for being such a rake
And for spending my time in such frolicsome ways
But I never could forget the good nature of Jenny
Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se
There′s some say I'm foolish, there's some say I′m wise
And I will find that there are women that think it′s no crime
The son of King David had 10,000 wives
And his wisdom was highly regarded
In Euclid and grammar, they taught me to write
But my heart, it was stolen by a pair of brown thighs
That came from the mountains, her stockings are white
I'd love to be tied in her garter
And some you′ll fuss over, and some you'll forego
In there Devonshire′s treasure's are 20 times more
But he′s lying on his back amongst nettles and stones
Agus fagaimid mar a ata se
And when I am dead and I'm laid to my rest
My women and children will came at my wake
They'll gather around and they′ll offer a prayer
To the Lord for the soul of their father
In Castletown Conner I'm very well known
In Newcastle West I spent many a night
With Kitty and Judy and Mary
My parents rebuked me for being such a rake
And for spending my time in such frolicsome ways
But I never could forget the good nature of Jenny
Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se
There′s some say I'm foolish, there's some say I′m wise
And I will find that there are women that think it′s no crime
The son of King David had 10,000 wives
And his wisdom was highly regarded
In Euclid and grammar, they taught me to write
But my heart, it was stolen by a pair of brown thighs
That came from the mountains, her stockings are white
I'd love to be tied in her garter
And some you′ll fuss over, and some you'll forego
In there Devonshire′s treasure's are 20 times more
But he′s lying on his back amongst nettles and stones
Agus fagaimid mar a ata se
And when I am dead and I'm laid to my rest
My women and children will came at my wake
They'll gather around and they′ll offer a prayer
To the Lord for the soul of their father
Writer(s): Terry Woods, Shane Mac-gowan, Jeremy Max Finer, Andrew Ranken, James Fearnley, Peter Stacey, Philip Chevron, Darryl Hunt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com