Dies ist eine spezielle Version von The Craic war 90 in the Isle of Man, wir spielen bei unserem eigenen Zomerfolk Festival, es ist sp\u00e4t am Samstagabend und David beschlie\u00dft, alle Ballons, die wir hinter der B\u00fchne haben, und Crowdsurf mit dem aufblasbaren Einhorn herauszubringen. Sie k\u00f6nnen Mace\u00e1l w\u00e4hrend des Tracks lachen h\u00f6ren, tolle Erinnerungen f\u00fcr uns und ein tolles Lied!<\/p>\n
Das wichtige Wort in diesem Lied ist nat\u00fcrlich Craic oder the Craic. Das Wort hat eine ungew\u00f6hnliche Geschichte; Der schottische und englische Crack wurde Mitte des 20. Jahrhunderts als Craic ins Irische entlehnt, und die irische Schreibweise wurde dann wieder ins Englische entlehnt. Craic oder Crack ist ein Begriff f\u00fcr Nachrichten, Klatsch, Spa\u00df, Unterhaltung und unterhaltsame Gespr\u00e4che. Der Begriff hat in Irland eine gro\u00dfe kulturelle Bedeutung. Wir verwenden ihn oft als Erinnerung an eine gute Zeit. Erinnerst du dich an diese Nacht? – Yeah, the craic was 90!<\/p>\n
Weren’t we the rare oul‘ stock? Spent the evenin‘ gettin‘ locked
\nIn the Ace of Hearts where the high stools were engaging,
\nOver the Butt Bridge, down by the dock
\nThe boat she sailed at five o’clock
\n„Hurry, boys,“ said Whack, or before we’re there we’ll all be back
\nCarry him if you can The Crack was Ninety in the Isle of Man.<\/p>\n
Before we reached the Alexander Base; The ding dong we did surely raise
\nIn the bar of the ship we had great sport, as the boat she sailed out of the port
\nLanded up in the Douglas Head enquired for a vacant bed.
\nThe dining room we soon got shown by a decent woman up the road.
\n‚Lads, ate it if you can, The Crack was Ninety in the Isle of Man.<\/p>\n
Next morning we went for a ramble round; Viewed the sights of Douglas Town
\nThen we went tor a mighty session, in a pub they call Dick Darby’s.
\nWe must have been drunk by half-past three; To sober up we went swimmin‘ in the sea
\nBack to the digs for the spruce up, and while waitin‘ for the fry
\nWe all drew up our plan; The Crack was Ninety in the Isle of Man.<\/p>\n
That night we went to the Texas Bar; Came back down by horse and car.
\nMet Big Jim and all went in to drink some wine in Yate’s.
\nThe Liverpool Judies, it was said, were all to be found in the Douglas Head
\nMcShane was there in his suit and shirt, Them foreign girls he was tryin‘ to flirt
\nSayin‘ „Here girls, I’m your man,“ The Crack was Ninety in the Isle of Man.<\/p>\n
Whacker fancied his good looks; On an Isle of Man woman he was struck.
\nBut a Liverpool lad was by her side. And he throwin’the jar into her.‘
\nWhacker thought he’d take a chance; He asked the quare one out to dance.
\nAround the floor they stepped it out, And to Whack it was no bother.
\nEverythin‘ was goin‘ to plan; The Crack was Ninety in the Isle of Man.<\/p>\n
The Isle of Man woman fancied Whack; Your man stood there till his mates came back
\nWhack! they all whacked into Whack, and Whack was whacked out on his back.
\nThe police force arrived as well, Banjoed a couple of them as well,
\nLanded up in the Douglas jail, until the Dublin boat did sail,
\nDeported every man, The Crack was Ninety in the Isle of Man.<\/p>\n
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