The Pogues Singles

The Pogues - Dingle Regatta

DETAILS:

1984 - Polish postcard single (50 numbered copies)

TRACK LIST

01 |
 Sea Shanty
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02 |
 Greenland Whale Fisheries
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03 |
 Dark Streets of London
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04 |
 Dingle Regatta (Instrumental)
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05 |
 Waxie's Dargle
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Lyrics

Dear dirty london in the pouring rain
I wish to God I was back on the sea again
Though that belongs to the world of never will be
There was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea
I could fuck all the whores in damnation me boys
Though they wriggled and hollered and made a great noise
Then I'd drink till I stank and then drink plenty more
And I won't go down to the sea any more
But if I had ten pounds then I'd raise a loud cheer
And I'd toast all me neighbours both distant and dear
And I'd shoot back great belly-crippling buckets of beer
And a pox and a curse on the people round here
Wouldn't give you me the price of a half pint of beer
Wouldn't give you me the price of a cup of good cheer
A pox and a curse on the people round here

A man's ambition must indeed be small
To write his name upon a shithouse wall
But before I die I'll add my regal scrawl
To show the world I'm left with sweet fuck all
And when all of us bold shithouse poets do die
A monument grand they will raise to the sky
A monument made just to mark our great wit
A monument of solid shit now me boys
I met with bill james we fought over crusts
I called him a whore and he booted me crotch
Then we shared out the jack and we thought it a treat
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet
In eighteen hundred and forty-six
And of march the eighteenth day,
We hoisted our colors to the top of the mast
And for greenland sailed away, brave boys,
And for greenland sailed away.

The lookout in the crosstrees stood
With spyglass in his hand;
There's a whale, there's a whale,
And a whalefish he cried
And she blows at every span, brave boys
She blows at every span.

The captain stood on the quarter deck,
The ice was in his eye;
Overhaul, overhaul! let your gibsheets fall,
And you'll put your boats to sea, brave boys
And you'll put your boats to sea.

Our harpoon struck and the line played out,
With a single flourish of his tail,
He capsized the boat and we lost five men,
And we did not catch the whale, brave boys,
And we did not catch the whale.

The losing of those five jolly men,
It grieved the captain sore,
But the losing of that fine whalefish
Now it grieved him ten times more, brave boys
Now it grieved him ten times more.

Oh greenland is a barren land
A land that bares no green
Where there's ice and snow, and the whalefishes blow
And the daylight's seldom seen, brave boys
And the daylight's seldom seen.



[greenland fisheries]

'twas in eighteen hundred and fifty-three
And of june the thirteenth day,
That our gallant ship her anchor weighed,
And for greenland bore away, brave boys,
And for greenland bore away.

The lookout in the crosstrees stood
With spyglass in his hand;
There's a whale, there's a whale,
There's whalefish he cried
And she blows at every span, brave boys
She blows at every span.

The captain stood on the quarter deck,
And a fine little man was he;
Overhaul, overhaul! let your davit tackles fall,
And launch your boats for sea, brave boys
And launch your boats for sea.

Now the boats were launched and the men aboard,
And the whale was full in view.
Resolved was each seaman bold
To steer where the whalefish blew, brave boys
To steer where the whalefish blew.

We stuck the whale the line paid out,
But she gave a flourish with her tail,
The boat capsized and four men were drowned,
And we never caught that whale, brave boys,
And we never caught that whale.

To lose the whale, our captain said,
It grieves my heart full sore,
But oh! to lose (those) four gallant men
It grieves me ten times more, brave boys
It grieves me ten times more.

The winter star doth now appear,
So, boys we'll anchor weight;
It's time to leave this cold country
And homeward bear away, brave boys
And homeward bear away.

Oh greenland is a dreadful place
A land that's never green
Where there's ice and snow, and the whalefishes blow
And the daylight's seldom seen brave boys
But the daylight's seldom seen.
I like to walk in the summer breeze
Down dalling road by the dead old trees
And drink with my friends
In the hammersmith broadway
Dear dirty delightful old drunken old days


Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly
The pubs and the bookies where you'd spend all your time
And the old men that were singing
When the roses bloom again
And turn like the leaves
To a new summertime


Now the winter comes down
I can't stand the chill
That comes to the streets around christmas time
And I'm buggered to damnation
And I haven't got a penny
To wander the dark streets of london


Every time that I look on the first day of summer
Takes me back to the place where they gave ect
And the drugged up psychos
With death in their eyes
And how all of this really
Means nothing to me


Now the winter comes down
I can't stand the chill
That comes to the streets around christmas time
And I'm buggered to damnation
And I haven't got a penny
To wander the dark streets of london


Every time that I look on the first day of summer
Takes me back to the place where they gave ect
And the drugged up psychos
With death in their eyes
And how all of this really
Means nothing to me


Now the winter comes down
I can't stand the chill
That comes to the streets around christmas time
And I'm buggered to damnation
And I haven't got a penny
To wander the dark streets of london
To wander the dark streets of london
To wander the dark streets of london
Instrumental
Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan "Will ye go to the Waxies Dargle?" Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan "I haven't got a farthing
I went up to Monto town To see uncle Mcardle But he wouldn't give me a half a crown For to go to the Waxies Dargle"
What will ya have? I'll have a pint I'll have a pint with you, sir And if one of ya' doesn't order soon We'll be chucked out of the boozer
Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan "Will ye go to the Galway races?" Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan "I'll hawk me aul' man's braces
I went up to Capel Street To the Jewish moneylenders But he wouldn't give me a couple of bob For the aul' man's red suspenders"
What will ya have? I'll have a pint I'll have a pint with you, sir And if one of ya' doesn't order soon We'll be chucked out of the boozer
Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan "We got no beef or mutton If we went up to Monto town We might get a drink for nuttin'"
Here's a nice piece of advice I got from an aul' fishmonger When food is scarce and you see the hearse You'll know you have died of hunger
What will ya have? I'll have a pint I'll have a pint with you, sir And if one of ya' doesn't order soon We'll be chucked out of the boozer
What will ya have? I'll have a pint I'll have a pint with you, sir And if one of ya' doesn't order soon We'll be chucked out of the boozer