The Pogues Singles

The Pogues - A Pair of Brown Eyes

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March 1985 - Stiff Records

TRACK LIST

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 A Pair of Brown Eyes
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02 |
 Whiskey You're the Devil
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 Muirshin Durkin

Lyrics

One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
And on the jukebox johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it's how are you kid and what's your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me

And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes

I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While ray and philomena sang
Of my elusive dream
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing

And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes
Now brave boys, we're on the march
off to Portugal and Spain
Drums are beating, banners flying
the Devil at home will come tonight
so it's go, fare thee well
with a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da
a too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da
me rikes fall too ra laddie-o
there's whisky in the jar

Oh, whisky you're the devil
you're leading me astray
over hills and mountains
and to Amerikay
you're sweetness from the Bleachner
and spunkier than tea
oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober

The French are fighting boldly
men are dying hot and coldly
give every man his flask of powder
his firelock on his shoulder
so its go, fare thee well
with a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da
a too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da
me rikes fall too ra laddie-o
there's whisky in the jar

Oh, whisky you're the devil
you're leading me astray
over hills and mountains
and to Amerikay
you're sweetness from the Bleachner
and spunkier than tea
oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober

Says the old wan do not wrong me
don't take me daughter from me
for if you do I will torment you
when I'm dead my ghost will haunt you
so its go, fare thee well
with a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da
a too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da
me rikes fall too ra laddie-o
there's whisky in the jar

Oh, whisky you're the devil
you're leading me astray
over hills and mountains
and to Amerikay
you're sweetness from the Bleachner
and spunkier than tea
oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober

Oh, whisky you're the devil
you're leading me astray
over hills and mountains
and to Amerikay
you're sweetness from the Bleachner
and spunkier than tea
oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober
In the days when I was courtin' I was seldom done resortin' In the ale house and the playhouse And many's the house between
I told me brother Seamus I'll go off and get right famous And when I come back home again I'll have seen the whole wide world
And it's goodbye, Muirshin Durkin I'm sick and tired of workin' I'll no more dig the praties I'll no longer be a fool
As sure as me name is Carney I'll go off to California And instead of digging praties I'll be digging lumps of gold
Farewell to all the girls at home I'm bound away across the foam Off to seek me fortune In far Amerikay
There's silver there a-plenty For the poor and for the gentry And when I come back home again I never more will say
Goodbye, Muirshin Durkin I'm sick and tired of workin' I'll no more dig the praties I'll no longer be a fool
As sure as me name is Carney I'll go off to California Where instead of diggin' praties I'll be digging lumps of gold
And goodbye, Muirshin Durkin I'm sick and tired of workin' I'll no more dig the praties I'll no longer be a fool
As sure as me name is Carney I'll go off to California Where instead of diggin' praties I'll be digging lumps of gold
Goodbye, Muirshin Durkin I'm sick and tired of workin' I'll no more dig the praties No more be a fool
As sure as me name is Carney I'll go off to California Where instead of diggin' praties I'll be diggin' lumps of gold