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letra de the close shave/east at glendart - andy irvine

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come gather round you diggers who work the goldfields rare
it’s of a trick was played on me which caused me to despair
i came to town the other day my hard earned gold to trade
‘twas there i met a pretty maid, who did my heart betray
her lips were red as roses, her eyes a deep sky blue
her hair as yellow as the gold, she stole from me and you

she took me to a public house and therе we did imbibe
in whiskey and strong portеr, and dreadful stuff besides
it’s then she asked me up to bed, to which i did agree
but truth to tell i fell asleep, before she earned her fee

when i awoke next morning, no trousers could i find
but scattered all around me were women’s clothes so fine
my jacket, shoes and gold had gone, and all that’s left behind
is a woman’s dress, a yellow wig and a shaving kit, not mine

why did she need the wig? why did she need to shave?
it’s then the truth it struck me, in a fit of blinding rage
my pretty maid’s a man i cried, be thanks i fell asleep
i’d rather lose a bag of gold, than face that dirty creep

to venture in the street again, i cautiously inclined
i had a shave, put on the wig, and wore the dress so fine
and as i walked along the road, a digger gave a wink
i thought of all the gold he had, so i offered him a drink
now you might think it sinful, oh you might think it bold
to take advantage of the lads who struggle for the gold
it’s easy putting on a dress and drinking whiskey neat
but leave your shaving kit behind when they are fast asleep

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