Oh, I'm just in the vein of a nice refrain so pay attention round And the name I'll tell of a fine young swell and a rich young man called Brown Oh, he listed in the Antrim Rifle Corps all you who listen to me ode Do the thing that's right going home tonight with the girls along the road
With the girls along the road, with the girls along the road Do the thing that's right going home tonight with the girls along the road
Oh, Brown was a spark he was fond of a lark, a married man though not chaste And little he cared if his own wife heard if another girl took his taste Aye, and he himself dressed in his regimental best, as proud as a peacock strode Admiring the girls with their long hair curled as they walked along the road
As they walked along the road, as they walked along the road Admiring the girls with their long hair curled as they walked along the road
Oh, he courted a girl with nice curly hair, blue boots and a red leather belt And he idly talked as he onward walked, endeavouring her heart to melt And his gay grenadier with a wink and a leer enquired her name and abode And he felt as grand as a lord of the land with the girls along the road
With the girls along the road, with the girls along the road And he felt as grand as a lord of the land with the girls along the road
Oh, Mr. Brown and his love sat down in a tavern hard by And he called for a drain of the good champagne and a plate of the old pork pie And his arm he placed around her waist and his heart with love overflowed And he says it's all right, we'll be happy tonight, with the girls along the road
With the girls along the road, with the girls along the road And he says it's all right, we'll be happy tonight, with the girls along the road
Oh, this funny little man he had just began his love tales to outpour When who should he see but his own Mrs B. peeping in at the parlour door With a bolt like a bear she fastened in his hair for the signs of her anger showed Saying I'll tear away your eyes if you go to exercise with the girls along the road
With the girls along the road, with the girls along the road Saying I'll tear away your eyes if you go to exercise with the girls along the road
Now, to set matters right these women had a fight, a first rate tumble up and down And they sent to smithereens hats, coats, and crinolines and then they set to work on Brown He was jolly well thrashed and his head all bashed as the crowd their anger bestowed And his fine uniform was all torn in the storm with the girls along the road
With the girls along the road, with the girls along the road And his fine uniform was all torn in the storm with the girls along the road
Now, Mr. Brown has broken with the peace, he's been taken to a police cell There to ruminate on his sad unlucky fate like many's the fine young swell And the very next day, sure his wife ran away because of this little episode He's about here still but he never goes to drill with the girls along the road
With the girls along the road, with the girls along the road He's about here still but he never goes to drill with the girls along the roadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
