‘Fairytale of New York’

B’í Oíche Nollaig í

’S mé caochta óltach,

Dúirt seanfhear ’n aice liom,

Sí mo Nollaig dheireanach í.

’Sin thosaigh sé gabháil linn,

An ‘Rare Old Mountain Dew’

Chrom mé mo cheann go ciúin

’S mé cuimhniú ortsa

 

Nach orm a bhí an t-ádh

Tháinig sí isteach go breá

Airím istigh i mo chroí

Gur linn an bhliain seo romhainn

Ó Nollaig Shona dhuit,

Is tú mo Stóirín

Feabhsóidh rudaí fós

Amach romhainn atá sé

 

’S gear le bear iad na cairr

’S na habhainn lán le h-ór

Ach tá gáimh ghéar sa ngaoth

Ní haon áit í gan glór

Nuair a thóg tú mo lámh

Ar ár gcéad Nollaig riamh

Gheall tú dhom Broadway

A bheith romham ins an tslí

 

Bhí tú dathúil

Tá tú meabhrach

Banríon Nua Eabhrach

Ní raibh críoch leis an scléip

Bhí an chraic’s spraoi thar barr

‘Sinatra’ ag swingeáil

Na cloig ’s iad ag ’ringeáil,

Muid ag pógadh ’s ag damhnsa

Gan imní faoin saol

 

An cóir an NYPD ’s iad ag casagh ‘Galway Bay’

Is na cloig ag bualadh leo

Lá breith Mac Dé

 

Fear déirce gan rath

A shean stróinse gan mhaith

I do chrap ansin thall

Mar bheadh cailleach sa gclúid

A Sclíteach a Chonúis,

’Chacsmuitín an donais

Nollaig Shona mo thóin

Faraoir gan é thart

 

An cóir an NYPD ’s iad ag casadh ‘Galway Bay’

Is na cloig ag bualadh leo

Lá breith Mac Dé

 

Bhí saol breá romhamsa

Nach breá an scéal agat é

Sciob tú mo bhrionglóid uaim

An chéad uair a chas mé ort

Tá siad agam i gconaí, a stór

I dtaisce i mo chroí

Na fág me ’nois a mhnaoi

’S tú bun’s barr mo shaoilsa

 

An cóir an NYPD ’s iad ag casadh ‘Galway Bay’

Is na cloig ag bualadh leo

Lá breith Mac Dé




 

It was Christmas Eve babe

In the drunk tank

An old man said to me,

Won’t see another one

And then he sang a song

The Rare Old Mountain Dew

I turned my face away

And dreamed about you

 

Got on a lucky one

Came in eighteen to one

I've got a feeling

This year's for me and you

So happy Christmas

I love you baby

I can see a better time

When all our dreams come true

 

They’ve got cars big as bars

They’ve got rivers of gold

But the wind goes right through you

It's no place for the old

When you first took my hand

On a cold Christmas Eve

You promised me Broadway

Was waiting for me

 

You were handsome

You were pretty

Queen of New York City

When the band finished playing

They howled out for more

Sinatra was swinging

All the drunks they were singing

We kissed on the corner

Then danced through the night

 

The boys of the NYPD choir were singing ‘Galway Bay’

And the bells were ringing out

For Christmas day

 

You’re a bum you’re a punk

You’re an old slut on junk

Lying there almost dead

On a drip in that bed

You scumbag you maggot

You cheap lousy faggot

Happy Christmas your arse

I pray God it’s our last

 

The boys of the NYPD choir still singing ‘Galway Bay’

And the bells are ringing out

For Christmas day

 

I could have been someone

Well, so could anyone

You took my dreams from me

When I first found you

I kept them with me babe

I put them with my own

Can’t make it all alone

I’ve built my dreams around you

 

The boys of the NYPD choir still singing ‘Galway Bay’

And the bells are ringing out

For Christmas day