Bar The Door Casey

(albüm: Gangs Of New Holland - 2010)

Bar the door Casey, don't let me in
My shade'll not cross your dear threshold again
Bar the door Casey, mind the way well
And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell

We've fought scores of sailors for the suds frae a keg
O'er the draw of a card, or a rare glimpse of leg
We've graced Kuta's beaches with our pallid white skin
Now Casey old mate, my barge has come in

Bar the door Casey, don't let me in
My shade'll not cross your dear threshold again
Bar the door Casey, mind the way well
And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell

We've stormed foreign strands and taken our knocks
Held fast to our picket and lay siege to the docks
We've mourned pals and lovers too long fore their time
Now Casey old China, the parting is mine

Bar the door Casey, don't let me in
My shade'll not cross your dear threshold again
Bar the door Casey, mind the way well
And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell

I've penned a few lines to my missus of years
If ye find where she's staying, don't wait for the tears
And I've left a wee sum for to see me away
And a pint to fond memory at the close of the day

Bar the door Casey, don't let me in
My shade'll not cross your dear threshold again
Bar the door Casey, mind the way well
And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell

Bar the door Casey, don't let me in
My shade'll not cross your dear threshold again
Bar the door Casey, mind the way well
And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell
And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell