Who dares to speak of Donegal
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You get kicks in the bars and kicks in the balls
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The harp that played in Tara's halls
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Is burning on the dump
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Virginia is a gin town
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Belturbot is a sin town
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And all the boys from Skintown
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Are in England on the lump
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Got pissed in Letterkenny
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With darlin' sportin' Jenny
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Spent me very last penny
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And we made it in the press
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The husband caught me in the bed
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Tried to shoot me in the head
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Had to swim the stream to get
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The Donegal Express
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Kahaya! You fuck!
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Come Hell of high water
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I might have fucked your Missus
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But I never fucked your daughter
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Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
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Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
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Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
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Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
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As sure as I'm Father Emmett
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I've a King Dong down me Semmett
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As any girl will tell you
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From Cavan down to Clare
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Back in sweet Virginia
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In the toilet with Lavinia
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I nearly fucked her brains out
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And tore her party dress
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A shit, a shave, a shower
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And half a pint of powers
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Then off again to get on board
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The Donegal Express
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Kahaya! You fuck!
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Come Hell of high water
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I might have fucked your Missus
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But I never fucked your daughter
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Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
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Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
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Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
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Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
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Kahaya! You fuck!
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Come Hell of high water
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I might have fucked your Missus
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But I never fucked your daughter
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Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
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Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
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Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
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Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
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Donegal Express
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Shane MacGowan & The Popes |