Pouring Days 歌词

Pour out the whiskey, pour out the rum Fifty cents to Davey Godfrey so the government work gets done It's a five dollar secret, the sailors gladly pay They've come to Pictou Harbour for another pouring day Out on the harbour like a school of feeding fish Schooner, ketch and dory, hard to tell which is which Like a faithful congregation on communion day They'll all attend the pouring before they slip away Up on the shore the customs house stands With bars on the windows to protect the contraband Cask or flask or flagon, it'll end the same way There's a stone sink in the back room And a drain pipe to the bay When there's bottles to be broken, don't hire a grown man You'll catch him sipping spirits the government has damned Twelve-year-old Davey, well maybe he takes bribes He sometimes inhales but he never imbibes The Lord gives, the Lord takes away Just like the authorities down on Pictou Bay They take away your liquor, they pour it down the drain You tap into the drainpipe and get it back again