They laid out the body In that peaceful pagan home To pay their last respects All the neighbours came along
In the wee hours of the morning Pagan words from a whisky still Fall in from the bushes Sworn enemies are friends again
Someone spilt Porter on the corpse In the middle of a song And the stories kept on coming back From 1941
Sail on, sail on Jimmy Sail on, Jimmy boy Sail on, sail on Jimmy From this Irish Pagan ritual
Mad Mary from the crossroads Grabbed my arse for all to see I'll tell your fortune Scoby If you come on home with me
In the name of God now Mary Some respect for the dead You can't be grabbing arses At a Pagan ritual
Sail on, sail on Jimmy Sail on, Jimmy boy Sail on, sail on Jimmy From this Irish Pagan ritual
Father Tim is telling Tommy How the Israelites came in And Tommy's eating sandwiches That are piled up next to him
Someone started singing Ah Revenge for Skibereen There's a French lad there translating For the next door neighbours daughter Jean Louis and lovely Angelie
Sail on, sail on Jimmy Sail on, Jimmy boy Sail on, sail on Jimmy From this Irish Pagan ritual
In the wee hours of the morning We were howling at the moon When the Mystic wind took Jimmy Way up to the Mystic room
Up up up up up he's gone In peace to save us all Gone with a Mystic blessing From that peaceful Pagan ritual
Sail on, sail on Jimmy Sail on, Jimmy Boy Sail on, sail on Jimmy From this Irish Pagan ritual
Sail on, sail on Jimmy Sail on, Jimmy boy Sail on, sail on Jimmy From this Irish Pagan ritualTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
