Текст песни The Hot Asphalt - Luke Kelly
Good
evening,
all
my
jolly
lads,
I'm
glad
to
find
you
well
If
you'll
gather
all
around
me,
now,
the
story
I
will
tell
For
I've
got
a
situation
and
begorrah
and
begob
I
can
whisper
all
the
weekly
wage
of
nineteen
bob
'Tis
twelve
months
come
October
since
I
left
me
native
home
After
helping
them
Killarney
boys
to
bring
the
harvest
down
But
now
I
wear
the
gansey
and
around
me
waist
a
belt
I'm
the
gaffer
of
the
squad
that
makes
the
hot
asphalt
Well,
we
laid
it
in
a
hollows
and
we
laid
it
in
the
flat
And
if
it
doesn't
last
forever,
sure
I
swear,
I'll
eat
me
hat
Well,
I've
wandered
up
and
down
the
world
and
sure
I
never
felt
Any
surface
that
was
equal
to
the
hot
asphalt
The
other
night
a
copper
comes
and
he
says
to
me,
McGuire
Would
you
kindly
let
me
light
me
pipe
down
at
your
boiler
fire?
And
he
planks
himself
right
down
in
front,
with
hobnails
up,
till
late
And
says
I,
me
decent
man,
you'd
better
go
and
find
your
bait
He
ups
and
yells,
I'm
down
on
you,
I'm
up
to
all
yer
pranks
Don't
I
know
you
for
a
traitor
from
the
Tipperary
ranks?
Boys,
I
hit
straight
from
the
shoulder
and
I
gave
him
such
a
belt
That
I
knocked
him
into
the
boiler
full
of
hot
asphalt
Well,
we
laid
it
in
a
hollows
and
we
laid
it
in
the
flat
And
if
it
doesn't
last
forever,
sure
I
swear,
I'll
eat
me
hat
Well,
I've
wandered
up
and
down
the
world
and
sure
I
never
felt
Any
surface
that
was
equal
to
the
hot
asphalt
We
quickly
dragged
him
out
again
and
we
threw
him
in
the
tub
And
with
soap
and
warm
water
we
began
to
rub
and
scrub
But
devil
the
thing,
it
hardened
and
it
turned
him
hard
as
stone
And
with
every
other
rub,
sure
you
could
hear
the
copper
groan
I'm
thinking,
says
O'Reilly,
that
he's
lookin'
like
old
Nick
And
burn
me
if
I
am
not
inclined
to
claim
him
with
me
pick
Now,
says
I,
it
would
be
easier
to
boil
him
till
he
melts
And
to
stir
him
nice
and
easy
in
the
hot
asphalt
Well,
we
laid
it
in
a
hollows
and
we
laid
it
in
the
flat
And
if
it
doesn't
last
forever,
sure
I
swear,
I'll
eat
me
hat
Well,
I've
wandered
up
and
down
the
world
and
sure
I
never
felt
Any
surface
that
was
equal
to
the
hot
asphalt
You
may
talk
about
yer
sailor
lads,
ballad
singers
and
the
rest
Your
shoemakers
and
your
tailors
but
we
please
the
ladies
best
The
only
ones
who
know
the
way
their
flinty
hearts
to
melt
Are
the
lads
around
the
boiler
making
hot
asphalt
With
rubbing
and
with
scrubbing,
sure
I
caught
me
death
of
cold
For
scientific
purposes,
me
body
it
was
sold
In
the
Kelvin
grove
museum,
me
boys,
I'm
hangin'
in
me
pelt
As
a
monument
to
the
Irish,
making
hot
asphalt
Well,
we
laid
it
in
a
hollows
and
we
laid
it
in
the
flat
And
if
it
doesn't
last
forever,
sure
I
swear,
I'll
eat
me
hat
Well,
I've
wandered
up
and
down
the
world
and
sure
I
never
felt
Any
surface
that
was
equal
to
the
hot
asphalt
1 Muirsheen Durkin
2 Raglan Road
3 Scorn Not His Simplicity
4 Farewell to Carlingford
5 The Rocky Road to Dublin
6 Whiskey in the Jar
7 Dirty Old Town
8 The Black Velvet Band
9 Monto
10 Hand Me Down Me Bible
11 Kelly The Boy From Killane
12 Maids When You're Young Never Wed An Old Man
13 The Town I Loved So Well
14 Paddy on the Railway
15 The Auld Triangle
16 The Hot Asphalt
17 Come to the Bower
18 The Night Visiting Song
19 The Wild Rover
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