作曲 : Murphy, Twigger, Wehmeyer T'was up in the Bluestack mountains, D'arcy kept a bit of a still We were sneaking home a bottle, when the guards came up the hill “Lose the booze” cried D'arcy and before we could reply, He'd dumped it in the nosebag of his donkey standing by. The donkey had a ganky leg, and only one good eye. When he got a lick of the whiskey, he'd swear that he could fly He rocketed through the roundabout, and down by Jamesie's bar, Then he vaulted through the hedges at the track at Ballintra Here's to you, to me and one and all To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall Here's to you, to me and one and all The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal The garda chased the donkey, and we followed in pursuit, For fear they'd spill the whiskey, we begged them not to shoot We barreled through the turnstiles, we got there just in time, To place our bets before the lot of ‘em reached the starting line. The flag was up, the race was on, the donkey looked behind He saw the guards were after him but sure he didn't mind He had himself another sip, and a second one as well, Then bucked and kicked and knocked the competition all to hell. Here's to you, to me and one and all To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall Here's to you, to me and one and all The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal The donkey passed the post about a lap or two ahead He finished off the whiskey, then toppled over dead We went to check the bets and found when everything was done The garda came in second and paid 25 to one! So we dragged the donkey's carcass down to Jamesie's for a pint To drink up all our winnings, and to celebrate the night We missed the poor old donkey, but still we had to laugh When Jamesie made a trophy of the donkey's better half So raise a beer in the air, to the famous derriere Everybody raise a glass to D'arcy's ass! D'arcy's ass! Everybody raise a glass to D'arcy's ass! D'arcy's ass! Here's to you, to me and one and all To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall Here's to you, to me and one and all The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal
作曲 : Murphy, Twigger, Wehmeyer T'was up in the Bluestack mountains, D'arcy kept a bit of a still We were sneaking home a bottle, when the guards came up the hill “Lose the booze” cried D'arcy and before we could reply, He'd dumped it in the nosebag of his donkey standing by. The donkey had a ganky leg, and only one good eye. When he got a lick of the whiskey, he'd swear that he could fly He rocketed through the roundabout, and down by Jamesie's bar, Then he vaulted through the hedges at the track at Ballintra Here's to you, to me and one and all To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall Here's to you, to me and one and all The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal The garda chased the donkey, and we followed in pursuit, For fear they'd spill the whiskey, we begged them not to shoot We barreled through the turnstiles, we got there just in time, To place our bets before the lot of ‘em reached the starting line. The flag was up, the race was on, the donkey looked behind He saw the guards were after him but sure he didn't mind He had himself another sip, and a second one as well, Then bucked and kicked and knocked the competition all to hell. Here's to you, to me and one and all To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall Here's to you, to me and one and all The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal The donkey passed the post about a lap or two ahead He finished off the whiskey, then toppled over dead We went to check the bets and found when everything was done The garda came in second and paid 25 to one! So we dragged the donkey's carcass down to Jamesie's for a pint To drink up all our winnings, and to celebrate the night We missed the poor old donkey, but still we had to laugh When Jamesie made a trophy of the donkey's better half So raise a beer in the air, to the famous derriere Everybody raise a glass to D'arcy's ass! D'arcy's ass! Everybody raise a glass to D'arcy's ass! D'arcy's ass! Here's to you, to me and one and all To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall Here's to you, to me and one and all The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal
