Paroles de la chanson Smuggling the Tin par
Young Cooney and Colley
And ould Martin Quinn
We made up together
To smuggle the tin
With me right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-anay
We walked all the day boys
Till the heels they grew raw
We hadn't the comfort
Of lying in straw
With me right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-arinan
And ould Martin Quinn
We made up together
To smuggle the tin
With me right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-anay
We walked all the day boys
Till the heels they grew raw
We hadn't the comfort
Of lying in straw
With me right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-anay
Oh the hills they are high boys
The mare she is thin
My heart lies a tremblin'
With fear she'll give in
With me right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-anay
I once had a piebald
All covered in dots
Many's the fiver
She won in the trots
With me right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-arinan
Oh the hills they are high boys
The mare she is thin
My heart lies a tremblin'
With fear she'll give in
With me right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-anay
I once had a piebald
All covered in dots
Many's the fiver
She won in the trots
With me right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-anay
Up comes the ould sergeant
With a laugh and a grin
"I'll throw you in jail, boys
For smugglin' the tin"
With me right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-anay
Up comes the ould sergeant
With a laugh and a smile
"I'll throw you in jail, boys
For smugglin' the while"
With me right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-arinan
Up comes the ould sergeant
With a laugh and a grin
"I'll throw you in jail, boys
For smugglin' the tin"
With me right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-anay
Up comes the ould sergeant
With a laugh and a smile
"I'll throw you in jail, boys
For smugglin' the while"
With me right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-anay
Well up jumps Young Colley
To make this excuse
"Let us all be, Sir
And home we will scoot"
With me right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-anay
We made our way home
And we blessed our own faith
To hell with the border
We're in the Free State
With me right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-arinan
Well up jumps Young Colley
To make this excuse
"Let us all be, Sir
And home we will scoot"
With me right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-anay
We made our way home
And we blessed our own faith
To hell with the border
We're in the Free State
With me right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-arinan
Right toorin-anay