Well, Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn' He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn And they all looked very happy in the morning But Jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours Where the elephant man broke strong men's necks when he'd had too many Powers So sad to see the grieving of the people that he's leaving And he took the road for God knows in the morning We walked him to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again (Far away!) I'm sad to say I must be on my way So buy me beer or whiskey, 'cause I'm going far away (Far away!) I'd like to think of me returning when I can To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane The years passed by, the times had changed, I grew to be a man I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLe...
De la musique, des chants, des révoltes, de la bière, bref l'Irlande par procuration!
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