Jerusalem Rap — текст песни (Seven Nations)

Jerusalem Rap
(Joe Dolan, arranged by Seven Nations)

I`m a stranger here from Ireland`s shore
I`ve been on the road six months or me
Hikin`, workin`, travelin` in style
I`m a vagabond from Ireland`s isle.
Me sunburned thumb stuck up in the air
Many`s the lift from here to there
Cars, buses, vans and trains
In the punishin` heat, the snow and the rain

Whack fol the diddle fol the dire ro day
Whack fol the diddle fol the der oh
Mrs. Dolan
Yer son he isn`t workin

I came from Dublin to Jerusalem town
Had a drink or two on the journey down
At a railway station called Gare du Nord
Missed my train through gargling hard
Three days later in Napoli on a Turkish boat
I sailed to see, kept in a hot hole down below
Travelin` tourist class you know

When the Promised Land came into sight
The customs man gave me a fright
"How much money have you got with you Joe?"
I bluffed and said "50 pounds or so"
He said "Shalom!" I said "Good day!"
Grabbed my `pipes and got fast away
Down to the desert then I went
Diggin` up history and livin` in a tent

It was in the gulf of Acaba
I met some paddies and we had a fleadh
Danced through the streets of Eilat town
Sang Sean South of Garryowen
I been travelin` I don`t know
Pack your gear, ya ruck & go
Ya leave the craic for another bout
Could damn well do with a pint of stout