The Rocky Road To Poland

Der Song der Iren zur Fußball-EM 2012 in Polen, bei dem die Dubliners tatkräftig mitgeholfen haben!

Viel Spaß!



’Twas in the merry month of
June from our home we started
Left old Eireann’s Isle, to Poland we departed
Hope within our hearts.
We can win a trophy
We’re a part of Trapattoni’s army,
Get behind the team, hear the Irish scream,
C’mon you boys in green, Ireland’s bouncing back again,
We have got our Trap, the cat is in the sack,
We’ll not forget you Jack on the Rocky Road to Poland
One, two, three, four, five
Irish eyes are smiling
Let your voices ring,
Trapattoni’s army,
Everybody sing
You’ll never beat the Irish (x 4)
Make your mother proud, inflate your plastic hammer,
Bate your bodhrán loud and learn your Polish grammar
Credit union loan, sold the Opel Corsa,
Hired a camper van, picked it up in Warsaw,
Been so close before, hopes slammed in the door,

Now we’re back for more, we can win the battle,
C’mon you boys in green, never have we seen,
Such a fearless team on the Rocky Road to Poland.
One, two, three, four, five
Irish eyes are smiling
Let your voices ring,
Trapattoni’s army,
Everybody sing
You’ll never beat the Irish
You’ll never beat the Irish
You’ll never beat the Irish
You’ll never beat the Irish
Ireland abú. We love.

The Dubliners - Net Hauling Song

It's busk ye, me boy's, get you up on the deck
And take up your stations for hauling the nets
And mind up all together lads all through the night
And shaking your oilskins until it's daylight
With a heave and a haul and the shaking of nets

It's when we're at hauling we're living on hope
The boy in the locker the lads on the ropes
The fellows in the hold to our hauling the nets
And shaking the herring out on to the deck
With a heave and a haul and the shaking of nets

It's net after net we pull up from the sea
With a haul and a shake and a one, two and three
The herring are a piling around our sea boots
And slithering and sliding down into the shoots
With a heave and a haul and the shaking of nets

It's hour after hour we are hauling away
All through the long night till the dawn of the day
The captain's in the wheelhouse he's on the R T
And the cook's in the galley a brewing the tea
And we're heaving and hauling and shaking of nets

Now the season is over so be on your way
And head for the homeport to sign for your pay
Your missus will be waiting to welcome you home
It's so hard for a wife to be so much alone
And you're finished with heaving and hauling of nets

Weblinks:

The Dubliners - Net Hauling Song

The Dubliners - My Little Son

Come my little son
And I will tell you what we'll do
Undress yourself and get into bed
And the tale I'll tell to you
It's all about your daddy
He's a man you seldom see
For he's have to roam
Far away from home
Away from you and me

Remember laddie he's still your dad
Though he's working far away
In the cold and heat all the hours of the week
On England's motorway

Now when you fall
And hurt yourself
And get a feeling bad
It isn't any good to go running for your dad
For the only time since you were born
He's had to spend with you
He was out of a job
And he hadn't a bob
He was signing on the brew

Remember laddie he's still your dad
Though he's working far away
In the cold and heat all the hours of the week
On England's motorway

Sure we'd like your Daddy here
Yes sure it would be fine
To have him working nearer home
And to see him all the time
But beggars can't be choosers
And we'll have to bear our load
For we need the money your daddy earns
By working on the road

Remember laddie he's still your dad
And he's soon be home to stay
For a week or two with me and you
When he's built the motorway

Weblinks:

The Dublines - My Little Son