A fantastic song about the great Jack Doyle. Brings a tear to my eye.
Dedicated to a close friend and a fellow Republican, Anthony Blair.
Anthony first introduced me to this song on the bus back
from a celtic match.
A memorable singsong.
Enjoy a chairde!
Tunning: Standard
No Capo
(It's nicer picked)
When I was young, and I was in my day
I could have stole what woman's heart there was away
I'd sing and dance into the morning
I'd blaze a way until the dawnin'
Long before I was the man you see today
And I was born beneath the star that promised all
I could have lived my life between Cork Cobh and Youghal
But the wheel of fortune took me
And from the highest point it shook me
By the bottle live by the bottle I shall fall
Chorus:
But there in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fading
From the contender to the brawl
The ring, the rose, the matador is raving
And when I die I'll die a drunk down in the street
You can count me out to ten in clear defeat
Rap the starry plough around me
Let the pipers air resound me
There I'll rest until the lord of love I meet
But there in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fading
From the contender to the brawl
The ring, the rose, the matador, raving
Rap the starry plough around me
Let the pipers air resound me
There I'll rest until the lord of love I meet