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Girls Along The Road Lyrics

Fiddler's Green – Girls Along The Road Lyrics

Oh I'm just in the vein of a nice refrain so pay
Attention round
And the name I'll tell of a fine young swell and a rich
Young man called Brown
Oh he listed in the Antrim rifle corps all you who
Listen to me ode
Do the thing that's right going home tonight with the
Girls along the road

Brown was a spark he was fond of a lark, a married man
Tho' not chaste
And little he cared if his own wife heard if another
Girl took his taste
Aye and he himself dressed in his regimental best as
Proud as a peacock strode
Admiring the girls with their long hair curled as they
Walked along the road

Oh he courted a girl with nice curly hair, blue boots
And a red leather belt
And he idly talked as he onward walked endeavoring her
Heart to melt
And his gay grenadier with a wink and a leer enquired
Her name and abode
And he felt as grand as a lord of the land with the
Girls along the road

Mr. Brown and his love sat down in a tavern hard near
By
And he called for a drain of the good champagne and a
Plate of the old pork pie
And his arms he placed around her waist and his heart
With love overflowed
And he says it's alright we'll be happy tonight with
The girls along the road

O this funny little man he had just begun his love
Tales to outpour
When who should he see but his own Mrs B. Peeping in at
The parlour door
With a bolt like a bear she fastened in his hair for
The signs of her anger showed
Saying I'll tear away your eyes if you go to exercise
With the girls along the road

Now to set matters right these women had a fight a
First rate tumble up and down
And they sent to smithereens hats, coats and crinolines
And then they set to work on Brown
He was jolly well thrashed and his head all bashed as
The crowd their anger bestowed
And his fine uniform was all torn in the storm with the
Girls along the road

Now Mr. Brown has broken with the peace he's been taken
To a police cell
There to ruminate on his sad unlucky fate like many's a
Fine young swell
And the very next day sure his wife ran away because of
This little episode
He's about there still but he never goes to drill with
The girls along the road
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