The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #43866 Message #643657
Posted By: GUEST,The Dubliners feat. Shane MacGowan
06-Feb-02 - 06:31 AM
Thread Name: Campsite at Drumcree III
Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree III
(RONNIE) Are yez alright out there?
(MASSIVE cheer!)
(RONNIE) I thought we were never goin' to get thon bollox Christy Moore off the stage.
Shane, would you get over to the mike, here and never mind snoggin' the face aff Brenda Fricker. Put her down, boy! You can always give her a bit of an oul' coort after we've sung this wee song.
(Shane grabs the mike to wild applause! He gives a quick thumbs up and has a swig of Bucky.)
(RONNIE) Now, we've been asked to revive this oul' come-all-ye. It's a reworking of The Irish Rover. We call it "The Irish Army Land Rover".
Take us away, there Barney!
(RONNIE) At the turn of the year two thousand and two, we were stunned when the news it came roun' There was some sort of fleadh, and a big oul' ree-raa goin' on near to black Portydown Well Barney, sez me, this is something we must see, the border we're bound to cross o-o-ver But we hadn't any wheels, so John Sheahan had to steal, an oul' Irish Army Land Rover
(SHANE) As they passed Nenagh town, I could hear the oul' soun' of Barney pickin' a reel And they stopped on the street and I lep' in the jeep and away the oul' tyres they did squeal We sang Boolavogue, and oul' Eileen Óg and Barn played the oul' Stack of Ba-arley There was no time to waste, we must get off our face, so we all did a big line of charlie
(RONNIE) By an oul' roadside ditch, determined to hitch, the boul' Eamonn Holmes gamely stood We screeched to a stop and said "In you hop" you dorty big Christ-a-mas pud He fair slowed us down, that man big and roun', and times he near tipped us o-over But it's a sturdy oul' yoke, runs on petrol and coke, the oul' Irish army Land Rover
(SHANE) We stopped in Dundalk and I had an oul' gawk roun' the pubs to see what's the crack And Ronnie said "Shane, we'll not be detained. We'll l'ave you if you are not back" But I met Gino L in the Fairways Hotel, sez he "Are you crossing the Bo-order" Sez I "That we are, why not hop in our car?" But by Jaysus the squeeze it was morder
(RONNIE) We limped through Poyntzpass and near pulled the ass off our jeep as we hit an oul' ramp Through Scarva we limped like a carload of simps as we made for the Portydown camp In Gilford, a shock, the oul' jeep it stopped and none of our efforts would sta-art it So we marched in on foot the last bit of our route, devil the bit of us down-hearted
(SHANE) It was a sight to behold, there was joints ready-rolled being offered by ladies half-dressed I heard oul' Brush Shiels, his oul' guitar squealed, and by Jaysus, I was quarely impressed There was Butler and Flat, the latter a prat, the former a right wee te-ee-ease (RONNIE) And Shane says, "Now Ron, before the night's gone, I'll have her between my knees!"
(MASSIVE CHEER from audience. Jean Butler smiles demurely and shuffles!)
(RONNIE AND SHANE) So come musos all and answer the call and join us in oul' Portydown Fiddlers of jigs come join in this gig it's a session of major renown If you know "Kinnegad", then give it a wad, the girls they will roll you in clo-over And then when they are done, they will pack you off home, in the oul' Irish Army Land Rover!