It being one evening of late as I strayed And I rambled through fields Where oft times I wandered in haste and very quick speed I was going to a wake where the rakes and factions do meet There' be drink and strong tea, hot cake and things that were sweet O when the evening being freezing, indeed and it was very cold With corns on my heels and my ankles 'n cramps in my toes I thought it no harm to warm me shanks by the fire Thinking Myra and her daughter surely would me admire O when the tea it came round in big geowls it was stuff very strong When Myra said speak up or make us the verse of a song Old Bill by the fire he was cursing and swearing with fright For his gander was stolen and roasted last Saturday night This Gander was graceful and gentle, both sturdy and strong He never grew cold although he lived very long His beak and his legs were as yellow as the gold that does shine And his gob it would bore an inch board in a very short time Well, I've travelled Killarney, Kilgarvan, Kanturk and Kilmeague Down around by Cork Harbour I was dealing in turkeys and geese In all my rambles and travels I never did see O the likes of Bill's gander for grandeur and Championship breed The Boys and the Girls gathered at Myra's Caboose For they'd heard of the name and the fame of Bill and his goose They'd measure this fine gander's legs with a carpenter's rule And they never would leave 'til they saw the length of his wingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
