Danny Farrell

[00:03.81] I knew Danny Farrell when his football was a can
[00:11.77] With his hand-me-downs and wellies and his sandwiches of bran
[00:20.29] But now that pavement peasant is a full-grown bitter man
[00:27.91] With all the trials and troubles of his travelling people's plan
[00:37.47] He's a loser, a boozer, and 'me and you' user
[00:41.61] A raider, a trader, a people-please hater
[00:45.66] So lonely and only what you'd call a courier
[00:50.35] Still now Danny Farrell, he's a man
[00:58.86] I knew Danny Farrell when he joined the national school
[01:06.07] He was lousy at the Gaelic, they called him 'a madan,' a fool
[01:14.27] He was brilliant in the tas school or trading objects in the pawn
[01:22.94] By the time he was an adult, all his charming ways had gone
[01:33.47] I knew Danny Farrell when we queued up for the dole
[01:41.18] And he tried to hide the loss of pride that eats away the soul
[01:50.49] But mending pots and kettles is a trade lost in the past
[01:58.44] There's no handouts here, 'poitín cos,' was the answer when he asked
[02:07.34] He's a loser, a boozer, and 'me and you' user
[02:11.38] A raider, a trader, a people-please hater
[02:15.57] So lonely and only what you'd call a courier
[02:19.92] Still now Danny Farrell, he's a man
[02:27.97] Oh, I still know Danny Farrell, saw him just there yesterday
[02:36.13] Drinking methylated spirits with some winos on the quay
[02:44.96] Oh, he's forty going on eighty, with his eyes of hope bereft
[02:53.11] And he told me this for certain, "There's not many of us left"
[03:01.57] He's a loser, a boozer, and 'me and you' user
[03:05.53] A raider, a trader, a people-please hater
[03:09.96] So lonely and only what you'd call a courier
[03:14.36] Still now Danny Farrell, he's a man
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