Stranica 1 [1]
A NEW SONG CALLED
TIM CAMBEL.
My name is Tim Csmbel i lived in Ardgile :
This nation i travelled for many a mile —
Thro’ England & Ireland & Scotland also
And the name i go by is old Erin go Bragh.
As i was walking up Liverpool Street
A saucy Policeman i chanced for to meet
He looked in my face & gave me some Jaw
Saying when came you over from Erin go
Bragh.
1 know youra Paddy by the cut of your hair
Ye all turn Scotchmen when ye come here |
Ye quit your country for breaking the law
And you area bold stragler from Erin ge Mg
Bragh. en ' as
" Indeed fm noPaddy tho’ inlreland bad ben
Many a fine heroin Ireland ’veseen ——
Only for that paddle you hold in your paw
‘I'd make you remember eld Erin go Bragh
_A sprig of blackthorn i held in my fist
Around his big body i made it to twist
The blood from his napper i quickly did
draw : ah)
1 showed him a game of old Erin go Bragh.
. They gathered around me like a flock of 3
wild geese "7 :
Saying be dad irish Paddy you have killed
our Police nce
Pm sure if be had one friend 1m he had
twa
1 month in confinement for Erin go Bragh.
There does a clear river run thro’ the forh
! took up my alls and i took to the road
England's Policemen & Scotchwen & all.
‘To the d—tL1 pitch ye said Krin ge Bragh.
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