Dave Panting — Kelligrews Soiree letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "Kelligrews Soiree" de Dave Panting.
Letra
You may talk of Clara Nolan’s ball or anything you choose,
But it couldn’t hold a snuff-box to the spree at Kelligrews.
If you want your eyeballs straightened just come out next week with me
And you’ll have to wear your glasses At the Kelligrews Soiree.
There was birch rine, tar twine, Cherry wine and turpentine,
Jowls and cavalances, ginger beer and tea
Pig’s feet, cat’s meat, dumplings boiled in a sheet
Dandelion and crackies' teeth At the Kelligrews Soiree.
Oh, I borrowed Cluney’s beaver, as I squared my yards to sail;
And a swallow-tail from Hogan that was foxy on the tail;
Billy Cuddahie’s old working pants and Patsy Nolan’s shoes,
And an old white vest from Fogarty To sport at Killegrews.
There was Dan Milley, Joe Lilly, Tantan and Mrs. Tilley,
Dancing like a little filley; 'twould raise your heart to see.
Jim Brine, Din Ryan, Flipper Smith and Caroline;
I tell you boys, we had a time at the Kelligrews Soiree.
Oh, when I arrived at Betsy Snook’s that night at half past eight,
The place was blocked with carriages stood waiting at the gate.
With Cluney’s funnel on my pate the first words Betsy said:
«Here comes a local preacher with a pulpit on his head».
There was Bill Mews, Dan Hughes, Wilson, Taft, and Teddy Roose,
While Bryant he sat in the blues and looking hard at me;
Jim Fling, Tom King, And Johnson, champion of the ring,
And all the boxers I could bring at the Kelligrews Soiree.
The Saratoga Lancers first, Miss Betsy kindly said;
Sure I danced with Nancy Cronan And her Grannie on the «Head»;
And Hogan danced with Betsy oh you should have seen his shoes!
As he lashed old muskets from the rack That night at Kelligrews.
There was boiled guineas, cold guineas, Bullocks heads and picaninnies
And everything to catch the pennies, you’d break your heart to see;
Boiled duff, cold duff, apple jam was in a cuff;
I tell you, boys, we had enough At the Kelligrews Soiree.
Crooked Flavin struck the fiddler and a hand I then took in;
You should see George Cluney’s beaver And it flattened to the rim.
And Hogan’s coat was like a vest -- the tails were gone, you see.
Says I «The devil haul ye and your Kelligrews Soiree!»
Tradução da letra
Podes falar do Baile Da Clara Nolan ou de qualquer coisa que escolheres.,
Mas não conseguia segurar uma caixa de rapé na onda em Kelligrews.
Se queres endireitar os olhos, vem comigo na próxima semana.
E vais ter de usar os óculos na festa dos Kelligrews.
Havia Rina de bétula, cordéis de alcatrão, Vinho De Cereja e aguarrás,
Jowls e cavalances, ginger beer e chá
Pés de porco, carne de gato, bolinhos cozidos num lençol
Dente de dente de dente de dente de dente e crackies na festa dos Kelligrews.
Pedi emprestado o castor do Cluney, enquanto velejava para navegar;
E uma cauda de andorinha de Hogan que era sexy na cauda;
As velhas calças de trabalho do Billy Cuddahie e os sapatos da Patsy Nolan.,
E um velho colete branco do Fogarty ao desporto no Killegrews.
Havia Dan Milley, Joe Lilly, Tantan e Mrs. Tilley.,
Dançando como um pequeno filley, ' você deveria levantar seu coração para ver.
Jim salmoura, Din Ryan, Flipper Smith e Caroline;
Digo-vos rapazes, divertimo-nos no Kelligrews Soiree.
Quando cheguei a Casa da Betsy Snook naquela noite às oito e meia.,
O local estava bloqueado com carruagens à espera no portão.
Com o funil do Cluney no meu paté as primeiras palavras que a Betsy disse:
"Aqui vem um pregador local com um púlpito na cabeça".
Havia Bill Mews, Dan Hughes, Wilson, Taft e Teddy Roose.,
Enquanto Bryant se sentou no blues e olhou para mim;
Jim Fling, Tom King, e Johnson, campeão do ringue. ,
E todos os boxers que consegui trazer para a festa dos Kelligrews.
Os Saratoga Lancers primeiro, Miss Betsy gentilmente disse;
Claro que dancei com a Nancy Cronan e a avó dela na "cabeça"»;
E o Hogan dançou com a Betsy devias ter visto os sapatos dele!
Enquanto ele arrancava velhos mosquetes da prateleira naquela noite em Kelligrews.
Havia guinéus cozidos, guinéus frios, Cabeças de Touro e picaninnies.
E tudo para pegar os centavos, você partiria seu coração para ver;
Duff cozido, Duff frio, compota de maçã num punho;
Digo-vos, rapazes, já tivemos o suficiente na festa dos Kelligrews.
Flavin torto bateu no violinista e uma mão que eu depois peguei;
Devias ver o castor do George Cluney e ele caiu na borda.
E o casaco do Hogan era como um colete. as caudas tinham desaparecido.
Eu disse: "que o diabo te leve a ti e aos teus Kelligrews Soiree!»