Dubliners - I Knew Danny Farrell lyrics

I knew Danny Farrell when his football was a can With his hand-me-downs and Welliers 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 clan He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user A raider, a trader, a people police hater So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier 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'd call him amadбn - a Fool He was brilliant in the toss school by 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 hand-out here for tinkers" was the answer When he asked He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user A raider, a trader, a people police hater So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man I still know Danny Farrell, saw him just there Yesterday Taking methylated spirits with some wino's 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 police hater So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man