The Langer
By Tim O'Riordan & Natural Gas
Have[G] you seen the young[D] man,
The[G] drunken auld[C] lout,
[G]Roaring and[D] bawling and[G] spilling his[D] stout,
And in[G] everyone's busi[D]ness,
You'll[G] first see
his[C] snout,
Down in[G] Cork, he'd be[D] known as a[G] Langer!
L[D]anger,[G] Langer
[C]Down in[G] Cork, he'd
be[D] known as a[G] Langer!
Féach an phleice amach romhainn,
ag bladairt trína thóin
Níl gaelinn ag éine,
dár leis, ach é féin
Tá aige
fomhraíocht sár-bhinn,
Is gramadach fíor chrinn,
I gCorcaigh, gan dabht, sé an Langer!
An langer, an langer
I
gCorcaigh, gan dabht, sé an Langer!
From Mitchelstown to Cape Clear,
You'll be welcome down here,
For there's plenty of scenery,
Music and beer,
But avoid the rugby weekend in Kinsale,
Cos every year without fail,
The town gets infested with Langers!
Langers,
langers
Ah the town gets infested with Langers!
In two thousand and five,
Culture will thrive,
All along the green banks of the Lee (good man George!)
But
no matter what,
Even if you arrive on your yacht,
We'll tolerate absolutely nobody acting the Langer! (Certainly not
in Crosshaven!)
Langer, langer
There'll be nobody acting the Langer
On the Lee and the Nore
This auld game we adore
Sure we follow our teams anywhere
But what we'd like to know
Is
why do all the good match tickets go?
Ending up in the hands of some Langer!
Langer, langer
Ending up in the hands of some Langer!
So there was me song,
I didn't keep you too long,
For now ye all know one more word of Cork slang,
And while
there's meat on me bones,
I hope I'll never be known,
As a typical, home-grown Cork Langer!
Langer, Langer
As
a typical home-grown Cork Langer!
