Friday The Fifth

Low rolled the tide on that friday night.
It was the fifth of june.
We drank some pints of beer to a band playing here
And we all sang their tune.

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It went, “HEY HEY it´s ok, the water sparkles in the bay,
The sun burns on my back in the morning.
OW OW alright now, I´m going out to melk the cow.
It´s just a bloody secret how this work shall e´er be done!”

Then Robert the Scott appeared on the spot.
He cried, “Aye, ye bastards, yell!
If the sober go to heaven - that´s what they always tell -
We´ll meet again in hell!”

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We drank some more and crawled to the shore
While Robert stayed back in town.
He kicked some windows out, did vomit, got thrown out,
But the bugger came back ´round!

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Low rolled the tide on that friday night.
It was the fifth of june.
Slainté! all ye drunkards! Hear the clarion call:
Laugh, sing, dance and FOLK ALL!

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Text: Joachim Rader
Musik & Arrangement: Johannes Ruß / Joachim Rader


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