Paddy Murphy - The Merry Wives of Windsor

YAARA Yaaraa... Ye kaisi dosti hai Yaaraa... Tu door par yahin hai Hanstaa main yun hi Par khushi kyun nahi Sach bataa. Kya yaad ye teri hai Yaaraa... Teri hi dosti hai Yaaraa... Jo aankhon mein nami hai Wo raaton ko ghar se nikalnaa Wo sapno ke juganoo pakadnaa Wo dhunon ke chhalley banaa ke udanaa... Wo sadkon pe subaha sajanaa... Wo chaai ki chuski mein Sadiyon ki baatein Wo masti mein bheegi si raatein Maangu main kuchh nahi... Chal chalein bus wahin... Dhadkane... jahan pe thami hai... Yaaraa... ye raaste wahi hain... Yaaraa... teri hi bus kami hai... Tu taale balaa, tu hi hausala... Aa kismat se mujhko tu phir se mila... Tu hai door kyun, yahi hai khalaa... Aa lag jaa gale mujhko denaa rulaa... Tu jo hai paas phir... Gamm bhi lage hain haseen... Tu hai toh. Dua si Zindagi hai... Yaaraa... hai jeet bhi tujh hi se... Yaaraa... main haarun bus tujh hi se... Yaaraa... Teri hi dosti hai... Yaaraa... Jo badali na kabhi hai... Yaaraa... Yaaraa...

In 1841, the corduroy breeches I put on Me corduroy breeches I put on To work upon the railway, the railway I'm weary of the railway Poor Paddy works on the railway In 1842, from Hartlepool I moved to Crewe Found myself a job to do a working on the railway I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches, pulling switches dodging pitches As I was working on the Railway In 1843, I broke the shovel across me knee I went to work for the company, on the Leeds to Selby railway I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches, pulling switches dodging pitches As I was working on the Railway In 1844, I landed on the Liverpool shore My belly was empty, me hands were raw With working on the railway, the railway I'm sick to my guts of the railway Poor Paddy works on the railway In 1845, when Daniel O'Connell he was alive When Daniel O'Connell he was alive And working on the railway I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches, pulling switches dodging pitches As I was working on the Railway In 1846 I changed my trade to carrying bricks I changed my trade to carrying bricks To working on the railway I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches, pulling switches dodging pitches As I was working on the Railway In 1847 poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven The old bugger was thinking of going to Heaven To work upon the railway, the railway I'm sick to my death of the railway Poor Paddy works on the railway I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches, pulling switches dodging pitches As I was working on the Railway

When i was a young las I met me strapping Jonny. He was tall and he was handsome And i looked upon him fondly. He started is pursuing And sun we were a'courting. And when springtime was'a fading A gold ring I was a'sporting. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar. A year we were betrothed And the wedding plans were started. Come hell or come high water I knew we would not be parted. But then we were'a married And I started to grieving'n. Because me handsome Johnny Had turned to a life of thieving. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar. He traveled of for fortnights, Gathering up his booty. But I stood beside me husband For it was me solemn duty. For years I was'a hoping His ways ways would be'a mending. That he would be an honest man Before his life was ending. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar. One day the captain Farrell On my door he came a'rapping. He said he would kill my husband Lest I did agree to trapp him. So I waited until midnight When my Johnny was a'sleeping. And I got up in my bed clothes Through the house i was a'creeping. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar. I saw him of that morning The deception I did cover. And I bid me Johnny farewell For me heart still called him lover. They captured my poor Johnny And now he lies in prison. And he say my name in curses But at least me husbands living. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar.

What do you do with a drunken barmaid? What do you do with a drunken barmaid? What do you do with a drunken barmaid, earl-y in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-y in the mornin' Put her in the privy and tip it over Put her in the privy and tip it over Put her in the privy and tip it over, earl-y in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-y in the mornin' Switch her Guinness with Budweiser Switch her Guinness with Budweiser Switch her Guinness with Budweiser, earl-y in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-y in the mornin' Hitch up her skirts and charge admission Hitch up her skirts and charge admission Hitch up her skirts and charge admission, earl-y in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-y in the mornin' Dip her in the honey and let us lick her Dip her in the honey and let us lick her Dip her in the honey and let us lick her, earl-y in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-y in the mornin' Take her to the cellar and spank her Take her to the cellar and spank her Take her to the cellar and spank her, earl-y in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-y in the mornin' Throw her on the table and bang her sober Throw her on the table and bang her sober Throw her on the table and bang her sober, earl-y in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-y in the mornin' Marry her off to a drunken sailor Marry her off to a drunken sailor Marry her off to a drunken sailor, earl-y in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-y in the mornin' That's what you do with a drunken barmaid That's what you do with a drunken barmaid That's what you do with a drunken barmaid, earl-y in the mornin'