Текст песни John Wesley Harding - The Isle of France
John Wesley Harding - The Isle of France слова песни
Oh the sky was dark and the night advancedWhen a convict came to the isle of franceAnd round his leg was a ringing chainAnd his country was of the shamrock greenIm from the shamrock this convict criedThat has been tossed on the ocean wideFor being unruly I do declareI was doomed to transport these seven long yearsWhen six of them they were up and pastI was coming home to make up the lastWhen the winds did blow and the seas did roarThey cast me here on this foreign shoreSo then the coastguard he played a partAnd with some brandy, he cheered the convicts heartAlthough the night is far advancedYou shall find a friend on the isle of franceSo he sent a letter all to the queenConcerning the wreck of the shamrock greenAnd his freedom came by a speedy postFor the absent convict they thought was lostGod bless the coastguard this convict criedFor hes saved my life from the ocean wideAnd Ill drink his health in a flowing glassAnd heres success to the isle of france