Danny Farrel Songtext
von The Dubliners

I knew Danny Farrell when his football was a can
With his hand-me-downs and his wellies and his sandwiches of bran
But now that pavement peasant is a full-grown bitter man
With all the trials and troubles of his travelling people′s plan

He's a loser, a boozer, a′me and you' user
A raider, a trader, a people-please hater
So lonely and only what you'd call a currier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he′s a man


I knew Danny Farrell when he joined the National School
He was lousy at the Gaelic, they called him an Armagh Don fool
He was brilliant in the Tá School or trading objects in the pawn
By the time he was an adult, all his charming ways had gone
I knew Danny Farrell when we queued up for the dole
And he tried to hide the loss of pride that eats away the soul
But mending pots and kettles is a trade lost in the past
There′s no handouts here for chinkers, was the answer when he asked

He's a loser, a boozer, a′me and you' user
A raider, a trader, a people-please hater
So lonely and only what you′d call a currier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man

Oh, I still know Danny Farrell, saw him just there yesterday
Drinking methylated spirits with some winos on the quay
Oh, he′s forty going on eighty, with his eyes of hope bereft
And he told me this for certain: "There's not many of us left"

He's a loser, a boozer, a′me and you′ user
A raider, a trader, a people-please hater
So lonely and only what you'd call a currier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he′s a man