I've been listening to The Dubliners a bit too much...
There was a little ship
That sailed on the sea
And the name of the ship
Was the Digereedee
It had a silly name
Which bothered the captain none
He was a hard drinking
Fiddle playin'
Crazy son of a gun
Fiddle iddle diddle eh
Fiddle iddle diddle do
And it's one for the crickets
And here we go
They sailed away
One bright spring morn
To look for land
Beyond the horn
The crew they danced
As the town slipped away
Saying to their loves
"We'll return someday."
Fiddle iddle diddle eh
Fiddle iddle diddle do
And it's one for the crickets
And here we go
The days they past
From months into years
With no sign of the ship
On the horizon to appear
It was ten years gone
When the butcher's wife spied
The skipper on the sand
Who was barley alive
Fiddle iddle diddle eh
Fiddle iddle diddle do
And it's one for the crickets
And here we go
The people gathered round
To hear the skipper speak
He talked all day
He talked all week
And the story he told
Was full of pain and fear
And it's much too long
To put down here
Fiddle iddle diddle eh
Fiddle iddle diddle do
And it's one for the crickets
And here we go
The skipper he married
A bow legged lass
With curlers in her hair
And tattoos on her ass
Oh, the ship was forgotten
Except for this song
That We sing every night
To the wives and the dogs
Fiddle iddle diddle eh
Fiddle iddle diddle do
And it's one for the crickets
And here we go
Fiddle iddle diddle eh
Fiddle iddle diddle do
And it's one for the crickets
And here we go....
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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