Let the grasses grow and the waters flow In a free and easy way But give me enough of that rare old stuff That's made near Galway Bay Come gougers all From Donegal Sligo and Leitrim too And we'll give you the slip as we take a sip Of the rare old mountain dew
At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still, Where the smoke curls up to the sky By the whiff of the smell you can plainly tell There's poitin boys nearby For it fills the air, with a perfume rare That betwixt both me and you And as on we roll, we'll drink a bowl Or a bucketfull of mountain dew
Now learned men who use the pen Have wrote the praises high Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green, Distilled with wheat and rye Forget your pills,it will cure all ills Of the Pagan, Christian or Jew Take off your coat and grease your throat With the rare old mountain dew
The Dubliners and The Pogues : http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=VqzQPaySC3I
「Galway Bay」
'Tis far away I am today From scenes I roamed a boy And long ago the hour I know I first saw Illinois But time nor tide nor waters wide Can wean my heart away For ever true it flies to you My dear old Galway Bay
My chosen bride is by my side Her brown hair silver-grey Her daughter Rose as like her grows As April dawn today Our only boy, his mother's joy His father's pride and stay With gifts like these I'd live at ease Were I near Galway Bay
O ! grey and bleak, by shore and creek The rugged rocks abound But sweet and green the grass between As grows on Irish ground So friendship fond, all wealth beyond And love that lives alway Bless each poor home beside your foam My dear old Galway Bay.
Had I youth's blood and hopeful mood And heart of fire once more, For all the gold the world might hold I'd never quit your shore, I'd live content whate'er God sent With neighbours old and gray, And lay my bones, 'neath churchyard stones Beside you, Galway Bay.
The blessing of a poor old man Be with you night and day The blessing of a lonely man Whose heart will soon be clay 'Tis all the Heaven I'll ask of God Upon my dying day My soul to soar for ever more Above you, Galway Bay.
http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=VQHxsZDkrPU
Rehab / Amy Winehouse (2006)
words & music by Amy Winehouse translation by Miya_Juryou
They tried to make me go to rehab, I said, "No, no, no" Yes, I've been black but when I come back you'll know, know, know I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine He's tried to make me go to rehab, I won’t go, go, go
I’d rather be at home with Ray I ain’t got seventeen days 'Cause there’s nothing, there's nothing you can teach me That I can’t learn from Mr. Hathaway I didn’t get a lot in class But I know we don’t come in a shot glass
The man said 'why do you think you here' I said 'I got no idea I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby so I always keep a bottle near' He said 'I just think you're depressed' Yes me, yeah baby, and the rest