paroles de chanson Darby O'Leary - The Dubliners
One
evening
of
late
as
I
happened
to
stray
To
the
County
Tipperary
I
straight
took
my
way
To
dig
the
potatoes
and
work
by
the
day
For
a
farmer
called
Darby
O′Leary.
I
asked
him
how
far
we
were
bound
for
to
go
The
night
being
dark
and
the
cold
wind
did
blow
I
was
hungry
and
tired
and
my
spirits
were
low
For
I
got
neither
whiskey
nor
water.
The
dirty
old
miser
he
mounted
his
steed
To
the
Galbally
mountains
he
rode
in
great
speed
I
followed
behind
'til
my
poor
feet
did
bleed
When
we
stopped
when
his
old
horse
was
weary.
When
we
came
to
his
cottage
I
entered
it
first
It
seemed
like
a
kennel
or
a
ruined
old
church
Says
I
to
myself
I
am
left
in
the
lurch
In
the
house
of
old
Darby
O′Leary
I
well
recollect
it
was
Michalmass
night
To
a
hearty
good
supper
he
did
me
invite
A
cup
of
sour
milk
that
was
more
green
than
white
And
it
gave
me
the
trotting
disorder
The
wet
old
potatoes
would
poison
the
cats
And
the
barn
where
my
bed
was
was
swarming
with
rats
The
fleas
would
have
frightened
the
fearless
St.
Pat
Who
banished
the
snakes
o'er
the
border.
He
worked
me
by
day
and
he
worked
me
by
night,
While
he
held
an
old
candle
to
give
me
some
light
I
wished
his
potatoes
would
die
of
the
blight
Or
himself
would
go
off
with
the
fairies.
It
was
on
this
old
miser
I
looked
with
a
frown
When
the
straw
was
brought
in
for
to
make
my
shakedown
And
I
wished
I
had
never
seen
him
nor
his
town
Nor
the
sky
above
Darby
O'Leary.
I′ve
worked
in
Kilconnel,
I′ve
worked
in
Killmore
I
worked
in
Knoockannie
and
Shamballamore
In
Kalisanaker
and
Sollahed
Moore
with
farmers
so
decent
and
cheery.
I've
worked
in
Tipperary,
the
Rag
and
Ross
Green
At
the
mount
of
Killfegal,
the
Bridge
of
Orleans
But
such
woeful
starvation
I
never
yet
seen
As
I
got
from
old
Darby
O′Leary
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