Johnny McGory (Pete St. John) cho: Hey, Johnny McGory, tell me, where's your glory gone? I saw you up in the monto with your old leg gone A (darky flen those) bullets, sure it left you half a man Hey, Johnny McGory, where's your old leg gone? Up to (Sally) gardens, around the back of the pipes Messing with the liberty bells a man could loose his stripes Tradin' on your troubles and grabbin' every chance To show ('er) and the old ones all the things you learned in France Up to (Glaster) diamonds, red pity on your mind Not a tosser in your pocket, not a soul you could remind The Lord knows you're a darlin', you never did give in Your neck's as hard as concrete and your laugh's a mortal sin Monday in the (Ivy), Tuesday in the drags Wednesday's wharf and wounded, Thursday sold your bags Friday's here (those on) the touch and Saturday's lost again How at Sunday's got a (tensions), sure you start the week again Remarks: Written by Pete St. John, this version as adapted by The Dubliners. M oct97
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