One New Year's Eve in Glasgow town When all we had was half a crown A bunch of us thought we'd prowl around And find some fun in Rothsea-o1 We wandered out Victoria Street We didn't care much for snow or sleet And at half-past-two with achin' feet We found ourselves in Rothsea-o
A dithum a doo a dum a day A dithum a doo a dad a no A dithum a doo a dum a day The night we went to Rothsea-o
Tom Clancy here, who's a bit of a lout Said he'd treat us all to a pint of stout So as quick as we could we all set out For a public house in Rothsea-o. Said I, “My lads I'd like to sing.” Says I, “You'll do no such a thing!” I said, “Clear the room and we'll make a ring And I'll fight ye all in Rothsea-o!”
A dithum a doo a dum a day A dithum a doo a dad a no A dithum a doo a dum a day The night we went to Rothsea-o
We had to find a place to sleep We were all too drunk to even creep We found a place that was really cheap In a boarding house in Rothsea-o We all laid down to take our ease When somebody happened for to sneeze And he wakened half a million fleas In a single room in Rothsea-o
A dithum a doo a dum a day A dithum a doo a dad a no A dithum a doo a dum a day The night we went to Rothsea-o
There were several different kinds of pests They ran and they jumped inside our vests They got in our hair and they built their nests And they cried “Hurrah for Rothsea-o!” Says I, “I think we'll head for home,” And we swore we never more would roam And we're scratching still as we sing this poem Of the night we went to Rothsea-o
A dithum a doo a dum a day A dithum a doo a dad a no A dithum a doo a dum a day The night we went to Rothsea-o
A dithum a doo a dum a day A dithum a doo a dad a no A dithum a doo a dum a day The night we went to Rothsea-o
1. ”Rothsea” is probably Rothesay, Isle of Bute, a seaside resort near GlasgowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.