Lingua   

The Falls Road Taximan

The Men of No Property
Lingua: Inglese



As I roved out through Belfast town, around by Castle Street,
Seeking transportation, a young man I did meet.
They said his name was Cosgrove, some called him Desperate Dan,
For he risked his life ten times a day as a Falls Road taxi man.

Well, I put two bob into his hand and I climbed inside the car,
Well, that was all they charged us for traveling near or far,
With fourteen other passengers, we made a noble band
As we set out from Sawyers with the Falls Road taxi man.

On board an expectant mother with not too long to wait,
We hit the ramps at Hastings Street, well, I knew it was too late,
But Cosgrove, he was smiling with a baby in his hand,
"We've just delivered a rebel boy!" cried the Falls Road taxi man.

Well, when we got to Divis Street, he said, "Now bar your door,
The twelve apostles in the back, well, you'd better get on the floor."
For an armoured car was across the road, he said, "We'll have to ram
With my bumpers stole from Macky's," said the Falls Road taxi man.

Well, when we reached the White Rock Road, on the floor we had to lie.
The tracer bullets from the tanks they were lighting up the sky.
Well, above the din a man called out, "Oh, please stop if you can."
"You'll have to use your parachute," cried the Falls Road taxi man.

Well, when we got to Kennedy Way, the night was growing dark,
We dropped another passenger just outside Casement Park.
There was a riot going on, we upset the soldiers' plan,
"Oh, we've just run over the major," cried the Falls Road taxi man.

We reached our destination just west of Lenadoon.
We knew that we would all be safe in God's own country soon
Where the pigs did not adventure and where the paratroops ran,
So we all shook hands and said farewell to the Falls Road taxi man.


Pagina principale CCG

Segnalate eventuali errori nei testi o nei commenti a antiwarsongs@gmail.com




hosted by inventati.org