LRC歌词
[ti:A Bush Christening]
[ar:Barry Ryan]
[al:Orchestral Songs of Australia]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]A Bush Christening - Barry Ryan
[00:11.99]On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few
[00:15.16]And men of religion are scanty
[00:18.08]On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost
[00:21.28]One Michael Magee had a shanty
[00:27.23]Now this Mike was the dad of a ten-year-old lad
[00:30.37]Plump healthy and stoutly conditioned;
[00:33.12]He was strong as the best but poor Mike had no rest
[00:36.44]For the youngster had never been christened
[00:41.75]And his wife used to cry
[00:43.31]If the darlin' should die
[00:45.10]Saint Peter would not recognise him
[00:47.95]But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived
[00:51.06]Who agreed straightaway to baptise him
[01:00.32]Now the artful young rogue while they held their collogue
[01:03.90]With his ear to the keyhole was listenin'
[01:06.72]And he muttered in fright while his features turned white
[01:09.78]What the divil and all is this christenin'
[01:13.00]He was none of your dolts he had seen them brand colts
[01:16.30]And it seemed to his small understanding
[01:19.13]If the man in the frock made him one of the flock
[01:22.27]It must mean something very like branding
[01:25.63]So away with a rush he set off for the bush
[01:28.44]While the tears in his eyelids they glistened
[01:31.45]'Tis outrageous says he to brand youngsters like me
[01:34.55]I'll be dashed if I'll stop to be christened
[01:37.70]Like a young native dog he ran into a log
[01:41.04]And his father with language uncivil
[01:43.94]Never heeding the praste cried aloud in his haste
[01:47.11]Come out and be christened you divil
[01:50.64]But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug
[01:55.51]And his parents in vain might reprove him
[02:02.36]Till his reverence spoke he was fond of a joke
[02:05.87]I've a notion he says that'll move him
[02:08.81]Poke a stick up the log give the spalpeen a prog
[02:11.75]Poke him aisy-don't hurt him or maim him
[02:14.77]'Tis not long that he'll stand I've the water at hand
[02:17.82]As he rushes out this end I'll name him
[02:20.90]Here he comes and for shame you've forgotten the name
[02:23.99]Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis
[02:27.03]Here the youngster ran out and the priest gave a shout
[02:30.19]Take your chance anyhow wid
[02:32.31]Maginnis
[02:33.37]As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub
[02:36.52]Where he knew that pursuit would be risky
[02:39.59]The priest as he fled flung a flask at his head
[02:42.49]That was labelled
[02:43.51]Maginnis's Whisky
[02:47.20]And Maginnis Magee has been made a J P
[02:50.86]And the one thing he hates more than sin is
[02:53.92]To be asked by the folk who have heard of the joke
[02:56.71]How he came to be christened
[02:58.18]Maginnis
[ar:Barry Ryan]
[al:Orchestral Songs of Australia]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]A Bush Christening - Barry Ryan
[00:11.99]On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few
[00:15.16]And men of religion are scanty
[00:18.08]On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost
[00:21.28]One Michael Magee had a shanty
[00:27.23]Now this Mike was the dad of a ten-year-old lad
[00:30.37]Plump healthy and stoutly conditioned;
[00:33.12]He was strong as the best but poor Mike had no rest
[00:36.44]For the youngster had never been christened
[00:41.75]And his wife used to cry
[00:43.31]If the darlin' should die
[00:45.10]Saint Peter would not recognise him
[00:47.95]But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived
[00:51.06]Who agreed straightaway to baptise him
[01:00.32]Now the artful young rogue while they held their collogue
[01:03.90]With his ear to the keyhole was listenin'
[01:06.72]And he muttered in fright while his features turned white
[01:09.78]What the divil and all is this christenin'
[01:13.00]He was none of your dolts he had seen them brand colts
[01:16.30]And it seemed to his small understanding
[01:19.13]If the man in the frock made him one of the flock
[01:22.27]It must mean something very like branding
[01:25.63]So away with a rush he set off for the bush
[01:28.44]While the tears in his eyelids they glistened
[01:31.45]'Tis outrageous says he to brand youngsters like me
[01:34.55]I'll be dashed if I'll stop to be christened
[01:37.70]Like a young native dog he ran into a log
[01:41.04]And his father with language uncivil
[01:43.94]Never heeding the praste cried aloud in his haste
[01:47.11]Come out and be christened you divil
[01:50.64]But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug
[01:55.51]And his parents in vain might reprove him
[02:02.36]Till his reverence spoke he was fond of a joke
[02:05.87]I've a notion he says that'll move him
[02:08.81]Poke a stick up the log give the spalpeen a prog
[02:11.75]Poke him aisy-don't hurt him or maim him
[02:14.77]'Tis not long that he'll stand I've the water at hand
[02:17.82]As he rushes out this end I'll name him
[02:20.90]Here he comes and for shame you've forgotten the name
[02:23.99]Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis
[02:27.03]Here the youngster ran out and the priest gave a shout
[02:30.19]Take your chance anyhow wid
[02:32.31]Maginnis
[02:33.37]As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub
[02:36.52]Where he knew that pursuit would be risky
[02:39.59]The priest as he fled flung a flask at his head
[02:42.49]That was labelled
[02:43.51]Maginnis's Whisky
[02:47.20]And Maginnis Magee has been made a J P
[02:50.86]And the one thing he hates more than sin is
[02:53.92]To be asked by the folk who have heard of the joke
[02:56.71]How he came to be christened
[02:58.18]Maginnis
文本歌词
A Bush Christening - Barry Ryan
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few
And men of religion are scanty
On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost
One Michael Magee had a shanty
Now this Mike was the dad of a ten-year-old lad
Plump healthy and stoutly conditioned;
He was strong as the best but poor Mike had no rest
For the youngster had never been christened
And his wife used to cry
If the darlin' should die
Saint Peter would not recognise him
But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived
Who agreed straightaway to baptise him
Now the artful young rogue while they held their collogue
With his ear to the keyhole was listenin'
And he muttered in fright while his features turned white
What the divil and all is this christenin'
He was none of your dolts he had seen them brand colts
And it seemed to his small understanding
If the man in the frock made him one of the flock
It must mean something very like branding
So away with a rush he set off for the bush
While the tears in his eyelids they glistened
'Tis outrageous says he to brand youngsters like me
I'll be dashed if I'll stop to be christened
Like a young native dog he ran into a log
And his father with language uncivil
Never heeding the praste cried aloud in his haste
Come out and be christened you divil
But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug
And his parents in vain might reprove him
Till his reverence spoke he was fond of a joke
I've a notion he says that'll move him
Poke a stick up the log give the spalpeen a prog
Poke him aisy-don't hurt him or maim him
'Tis not long that he'll stand I've the water at hand
As he rushes out this end I'll name him
Here he comes and for shame you've forgotten the name
Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis
Here the youngster ran out and the priest gave a shout
Take your chance anyhow wid
Maginnis
As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub
Where he knew that pursuit would be risky
The priest as he fled flung a flask at his head
That was labelled
Maginnis's Whisky
And Maginnis Magee has been made a J P
And the one thing he hates more than sin is
To be asked by the folk who have heard of the joke
How he came to be christened
Maginnis
