Darcy's Donkey Lyrics - What's The Rumpus? - Gaelic Storm

T'was up in the Bluestack mountains, D'arcy kept a bit of a still 

We were sneaking home a bottle, when the guards came up the hill? Lose the booze? cried D'arcy and before we could reply, 

He'd dumped it in the nosebag of his donkey standing by. 

The donkey had a ganky leg, and only one good eye. 

When he got a lick of the whiskey, he'd swear that he could fly 

He rocketed through the roundabout, and down by Jamesie's bar, 

Then he vaulted through the hedges at the track at Ballintra 

Here's to you, to me and one and all 

To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall 

Here's to you, to me and one and all 

The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal 

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The garda chased the donkey, and we followed in pursuit, 

For fear they'd spill the whiskey, we begged them not to shoot 

We barreled through the turnstiles, we got there just in time, 

To place our bets before the lot of? em reached the starting line. 

The flag was up, the race was on, the donkey looked behind 

He saw the guards were after him but sure he didn't mind 

He had himself another sip, and a second one as well, 

Then bucked and kicked and knocked the competition all to hell. 

Here's to you, to me and one and all 

To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall 

Here's to you, to me and one and all 

The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal 

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The donkey passed the post about a lap or two ahead 

He finished off the whiskey, then toppled over dead 

We went to check the bets and found when everything was done 

The garda came in second and paid 25 to one! 

So we dragged the donkey's carcass down to Jamesie's for a pint 

To drink up all our winnings, and to celebrate the night 

We missed the poor old donkey, but still we had to laugh 

When Jamesie made a trophy of the donkey's better half 

So raise a beer in the air, to the famous derriere 

Everybody raise a glass to D'arcy's ass! D'arcy's ass! 

Everybody raise a glass to D'arcy's ass! D'arcy's ass! 

Here's to you, to me and one and all 

To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall 

Here's to you, to me and one and all 

The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal