'Twas in the year of '22
A winter mild and skies of blue
Putin thought he'd holiday
Near Baltimore or Bantry Bay"Sure while we're there" he told the boys"We'll do a naval exercise"
One problem he did not foresee
Was proud Corkmen who love the sea
Listen lads, out ye go
Come back next week with fish in tow
Don't mind their guff and empty show
We'll let those bloody Russians know!
I've fished these waters heretofore
Like my father and his before
From Moscow to West Cork
They will not bother us no more
The Russians said"full steam ahead""These waters are fair game" they said
The fishermen did not agree"We'll stage a protest out at sea"
The Russians said 'twould not be wise
They rule with brain and brawn and size
The boys from Cork were pure defiant
As they faced this Russian giant
Listen lads, out ye go
Come back next week with fish in tow
Don't mind their guff and empty show
We'll let those bloody Russians know!
I've fished these waters heretofore
Like my father and his before
From Moscow to West Cork
They will not bother us no more
Diplomacy had failed it seemed
The minister and embassy
'Til late one night they got a call
What Sergey said would shock them all"The boss, he's had a change of heart
We'll keep our boats and yours apart"
No thanks to suits in Dublin town
But fishermen who won't back down!
Listen lads, out ye go
Come back next week with fish in tow
Don't mind their guff and empty show
We'll let those bloody Russians know!
I've fished these waters heretofore
Like my father and his before
From Moscow to West Cork
They will not bother us no more
No hard feelings, problem solved
We'll get all your disputes resolved
Relax a while, ground all your planes
Just talk it out and leave Ukraine!
We'll take ye out in Skibbereen
Drink Murphy's Stout, eat black pudding
But not today, there's work to do
If you don't mind we'll bid adieu!
Listen lads, out ye go
Come back next week with fish in tow
Don't mind their guff and empty show
We'll let those bloody Russians know!
I've fished these waters heretofore
Like my father and his before
From Moscow to West Cork
They will not bother us no more
So, Listen lads, out ye go
Come back next week with fish in tow
Don't mind their guff and empty show
We'll let those bloody Russians know
I've fished these waters heretofore
Like my father and his before
From Moscow to West Cork
They will not bother us no more.
The Fógues - Moscow to West Cork Lyrics
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English
'Twas in the year of '22
A winter mild and skies of blue
Putin thought he'd holiday
Near Baltimore or Bantry Bay"Sure while we're there" he told the boys"We'll do a naval exercise"
One problem he did not foresee
Was proud Corkmen who love the sea
Listen lads, out ye go
Come back next week with fish in tow
Don't mind their guff and empty show
We'll let those bloody Russians know!
I've fished these waters heretofore
Like my father and his before
From Moscow to West Cork
They will not bother us no more
The Russians said"full steam ahead""These waters are fair game" they said
The fishermen did not agree"We'll stage a protest out at sea"
The Russians said 'twould not be wise
They rule with brain and brawn and size
The boys from Cork were pure defiant
As they faced this Russian giant
Listen lads, out ye go
Come back next week with fish in tow
Don't mind their guff and empty show
We'll let those bloody Russians know!
I've fished these waters heretofore
Like my father and his before
From Moscow to West Cork
They will not bother us no more
Diplomacy had failed it seemed
The minister and embassy
'Til late one night they got a call
What Sergey said would shock them all"The boss, he's had a change of heart
We'll keep our boats and yours apart"
No thanks to suits in Dublin town
But fishermen who won't back down!
Listen lads, out ye go
Come back next week with fish in tow
Don't mind their guff and empty show
We'll let those bloody Russians know!
I've fished these waters heretofore
Like my father and his before
From Moscow to West Cork
They will not bother us no more
No hard feelings, problem solved
We'll get all your disputes resolved
Relax a while, ground all your planes
Just talk it out and leave Ukraine!
We'll take ye out in Skibbereen
Drink Murphy's Stout, eat black pudding
But not today, there's work to do
If you don't mind we'll bid adieu!
Listen lads, out ye go
Come back next week with fish in tow
Don't mind their guff and empty show
We'll let those bloody Russians know!
I've fished these waters heretofore
Like my father and his before
From Moscow to West Cork
They will not bother us no more
So, Listen lads, out ye go
Come back next week with fish in tow
Don't mind their guff and empty show
We'll let those bloody Russians know
I've fished these waters heretofore
Like my father and his before
From Moscow to West Cork
They will not bother us no more.
A winter mild and skies of blue
Putin thought he'd holiday
Near Baltimore or Bantry Bay"Sure while we're there" he told the boys"We'll do a naval exercise"
One problem he did not foresee
Was proud Corkmen who love the sea
Listen lads, out ye go
Come back next week with fish in tow
Don't mind their guff and empty show
We'll let those bloody Russians know!
I've fished these waters heretofore
Like my father and his before
From Moscow to West Cork
They will not bother us no more
The Russians said"full steam ahead""These waters are fair game" they said
The fishermen did not agree"We'll stage a protest out at sea"
The Russians said 'twould not be wise
They rule with brain and brawn and size
The boys from Cork were pure defiant
As they faced this Russian giant
Listen lads, out ye go
Come back next week with fish in tow
Don't mind their guff and empty show
We'll let those bloody Russians know!
I've fished these waters heretofore
Like my father and his before
From Moscow to West Cork
They will not bother us no more
Diplomacy had failed it seemed
The minister and embassy
'Til late one night they got a call
What Sergey said would shock them all"The boss, he's had a change of heart
We'll keep our boats and yours apart"
No thanks to suits in Dublin town
But fishermen who won't back down!
Listen lads, out ye go
Come back next week with fish in tow
Don't mind their guff and empty show
We'll let those bloody Russians know!
I've fished these waters heretofore
Like my father and his before
From Moscow to West Cork
They will not bother us no more
No hard feelings, problem solved
We'll get all your disputes resolved
Relax a while, ground all your planes
Just talk it out and leave Ukraine!
We'll take ye out in Skibbereen
Drink Murphy's Stout, eat black pudding
But not today, there's work to do
If you don't mind we'll bid adieu!
Listen lads, out ye go
Come back next week with fish in tow
Don't mind their guff and empty show
We'll let those bloody Russians know!
I've fished these waters heretofore
Like my father and his before
From Moscow to West Cork
They will not bother us no more
So, Listen lads, out ye go
Come back next week with fish in tow
Don't mind their guff and empty show
We'll let those bloody Russians know
I've fished these waters heretofore
Like my father and his before
From Moscow to West Cork
They will not bother us no more.
Writer: Ted O'Brien
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