Preab san Ól / Songs and Lyrics

Version 1

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T:Preab san Ól
Z:Webmaster
C:Trad
O:Ireland
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w:Why spend your lei-sure be-reft of plea-sure A-ma-ssing trea_sure why scrape and 
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w:save? Why look so ca-nny at ev-ry pen-ny? You'll take no mo_ ney with-in the
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w:grave Land-lords and gen-try with all their plen-ty Must still go emp-ty where-re they're
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w:bound. So to my thin-king we'd best be drin-king Our glas-ses clin-king and round and 
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W:English
W:
W:1.
W:Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure
W:A massing treasure why scrape and save?
W:Why look so canny at ev'ry penny?
W:You'll take no money within the grave
W:Landlords and gentry with all their plenty
W:Must still go empty where 're they're bound.
W:So to my thinking we'd best be drinking
W:Our glasses clinking and round and round.
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W:2.
W:King Solomon's glory, so famed in story,
W:Was far outshone by the lilies guise,
W:But hard winds harden both field and garden,
W:Pleading for pardon, the lily dies.
W:Life's but a bauble of toil and trouble,
W:The feathered arrow, once shot ne'er found,
W:So, lads and lasses, because life passes,
W:Come fill your glasses for another round.
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W:3.
W:The huckster greedy, he blinds the needy.
W:Their strifes unheeding, shouts "Money down!"
W:His special vices, his fancy prices,
W:For a florin value he'll charge a crown.
W:With hump for tramel, the scripture's camel
W:Missed the needle's eye and so came to ground.
W:Why pine for riches, while still you've stitches
W:To hold your britches up? Another round!
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W:Gaelic
W:.
W:1.
W:Is iomaÃ slÃ sin a bhÃos ag daoine
W:ag cruinniÃº pÃosaÃ is ag dÃ©anamh stÃ³ir,
W:is a laghad a smaoinÃos ar ghiorra an tsaoil seo
W:go mbeidh siad sÃnte faoi leac go fÃ³ill.
W:MÃ¡s tiarna tÃre, diÃºc nÃ³ rÃ thÃº,
W:nÃ rachaidh pingin leat is tÃº ag dul faoin bhfÃ³d.
W:Mar sin is dÃ¡ bhrÃ sin nÃl beart nÃos crÃonna
W:nÃ¡ bheith go sÃorraÃ ag cur preab son Ã³l.
W:
W:2.
W:An long thar sÃ¡ile nÃl cuan nÃ³ cearda
W:nach gcaithfeadh cairde ar fud an domhain mhÃ³ir
W:Ã³ rÃocht na SpÃ¡inne agus suas Gibraltar
W:Agus ins an Ã¡it a mbÃonn an Grand Senor.
W:Le gach lasta ag lÃonadh mÃ¡laÃ
W:nÃ choinneodh an bÃ¡s uaidh uair nÃ³ dhÃ³.
W:Mar sin, a chairde, nÃl beart nÃos fearr dÃºinn
W:nÃ¡ bheith mar tÃ¡imid ag cur preab san Ã³l.

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Country of origin: Ireland

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