tommy makem - the humours of donnybrook fair lyrics
to donnybrook steer all you sons of parn-ssus
poor painters, poor poets, poor newsmen and knaves
to see what the fun is that all fun surp-sses
the sorrows and sadness of green erin’s slaves
oh donnybrook jewel! full of mirth is your quiver
where all flock from dublin to gape and to stare
at two elegant bridges without e’er a river
so success to the humours of donnybrook fair
oh you lads that are witty, from famed dublin city
and you that in pastime take any delight
to donnybrook fly, for the time’s drawing nigh
when fat pigs are hunted and lean cobblers fight
when maidens so swift run for a new shift
men m-ffled in sacks, for a shirt they race there
there jockeys well booted and horses sure-footed
all keep up the humours of donnybrook fair
the mason does come with his line and his plumb
the sawyer and carpenter, brothers in chips
there are carvers and guilders and all sorts of
builders
with soldiers from barracks and sailors from ships
there confectioners, cooks and the printers of books
there stampers of linen and weavers repair
there widows and maids and all sorts of trades
go join in the humours of donnybrook fair
there tinkers and nailers and beggars and tailors
and singers of ballads and girls of the sieve
with barrack street rangers, the known ones and
strangers
and many that no one can tell how they live
there hors-m-n and walkers and likewise fruit-hawkers
and swindlers the devil himself that would dare
with pipers and fiddlers and dandlers and diddlers
all met in the humours of donnybrook fair
’tis there are dogs dancing and wild beasts a-prancing
with neat bits of painting, red, yellow and gold
toss players and scramblers and showmen and gamblers
pick-pockets in plenty, the young and the old
there are brewers and bakers and jolly shoemakers
with butchers and porters and men that cut hair
there are montebanks grinning, while others are sinning
to keep up the humours of donnybrook fair
brisk lads and young l-ssies can fill up their gl-sses
with whiskey and send a full b-mper around
jig it off in a tent till their money’s all spent
and spin like a top till they rest on the ground
oh donnybrook capers to sweet cat-gut scr-pers
they bother the vapours and drive away care
and what is more glorious, there’s naught more
uproarious
hurrah for the humours of donnybrook fair
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