Nicholas (nwhyte) wrote,
Nicholas
nwhyte

B’í Oíche Nollaig í ’s mé caochta óltach...


B’í Oíche Nollaig í
’S mé caochta óltach,
Dúirt seanfhear ’n aice liom,
Sí mo Nollaig dheireanach í.
’Sin thosaigh sé gabháil linn,
An ‘Rare Old Mountain Dew’
Chrom mé mo cheann go ciúin
’S mé cuimhniú ortsa.

Nach orm a bhí an t-ádh
Tháinig sí isteach go breá
Airím istigh i mo chroí
Gur linn an bhliain seo romhainn
Ó Nollaig Shona dhuit,
Is tú mo Stóirín
Feabhsóidh rudaí fós
Amach romhainn atá sé

’S gear le bear iad na cairr
’S na habhainn lán le h-ór
Ach tá gáimh ghéar sa ngaoth
Ní haon áit í gan glór
Nuair a thóg tú mo lámh
ar ár gcead Nollaig riamh
Gheall tú dhom Broadway
a bheith romham ins an tSl

Bhí tú dathúil
Tá tú meabhrach
Banríon Nua Eabhrach
Ní raibh críoch leis an scléip
Bhí an chraic’s spraoi thar barr

‘Sinatra’ ag swingeáil
Na cloig ’s iad ag ’ringeáil,
Muid ag pógadh ’s ag damhnsa
Gan imní faoin saol

Cóir an NYPD ’s iad ag casagh ‘Galway Bay’,
’S na cloig ag bualadh leo
Lá breith Mac Dé.

Fear déirce gan rath
A shean stróinse gan mhaith
I do chrap ansin thall mar bheadh cailleach sa gclúid
A Sclíteach, a Chonúis,
’Chacsmuitín an donais
Nollaig Shona mo thóin
Faraoir gan é thart.

Cóir an NYPD ’s iad ag casadh ‘Galway Bay’,
’S na cloig ag bualadh leo
Lá breith Mac Dé.

Bhí saol breá romhamsa
Nach breá an scéal agat é
Sciob tú mo bhrionglóid uaim
An chéad uair a chas mé ort
Tá siad agam i gconaí, a stór
I dtaisce i mo chroí
Na fág me ‘nois a mhnaoi
’S tú bun’s barr mo shaoilsa

’S cóir an NYPD ’s iad ag casadh ‘Galway Bay’
’S na cloig ag bualadh leo
Lá breith Mac Dé
It was Christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me:
won't see another one
And then they sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away
and dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I´ve got a feeling
This year´s for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
Where all our dreams come true.

They got cars big as bars
They got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It´s no place for the old
When you first took my hand
on a cold Christmas eve
You promised me Broadway
was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
they yelled out for more

Sinatra was swinging
all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night.

And the boys from the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
for Christmas Day.

You´re a bum you´re a punk
You´re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy christmas your arse
I pray god it´s our last.

And the boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day.

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can´t make it out alone
I´ve built my dreams around you

And the boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day.
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