Songtexte All of It - The Irish Rovers

Oh dear what's the problem
They're rowin' and squabblin'
There seems to be somethin' awry
For the last 14 nights
They've been havin' a fight
And we can always hear the same cry
Give me all of it, all of it
Not just a bit of it
None of your quarters, your thirds or your halves
The long and the tall
And the rise and the fall
Of it all of it all of it all.
The priest at the alter
Was noticed to falter
He seemed to be weak at the knee
As a deacon poured out
The red wine from his cup
We could make out
His virtuous plea
Give me all of it, all of it
Not just a bit of it
None of your quarters, your thirds or your halves
The long and the tall
And the rise and the fall
Of it all of it all of it all.
The fiddler was playin'
Below in the kitchen
In the sweet after-hours
That are best
When he left out the piece
And to turn out the
And the dancers
All stopped to request
Give me all of it, all of it
Not just a bit of it
None of your quarters, your thirds or your halves
The long and the tall
And the rise and the fall
Of it all of it all of it all.
Now the barman was fillin'
And waitin' and spillin'
As the drinkers discussed this and that
With his thumb in the measure
He rose in displeasure
And he brought this response from one man

Give me all of it, all of it
Not just a bit of it
None of your quarters, your thirds or your halves
The long and the tall
And the rise and the fall
Of it all of it all of it all.
O I have not the gumption or the
To finish the song
With a verse that succeeds
But I trust you can taste
And I know you won't waste
Yours and my precious time
If you scream
Give me all of it, all of it
Not just a bit of it
None of your quarters, your thirds or your halves
The long and the tall
The rise and the fall
Of it all of it all of it all.
Give me all of it, all of it
Not just a bit of it
None of your quarters, your thirds or your halves

The long and the tall
The rise and the fall
Of it all of it all of it all.