Written and recorded by David McWilliams
(4 July 1945 – 8 January 2002) was a Northern Irish singer,
songwriter, and guitarist, best known for his 1967 song "Days of Pearly
Spencer". McWilliams was born in the Cregagh area of Belfast and moved to
Ballymena at the age of three. He began playing guitar and writing songs in his
early teens. After leaving Ballymena Technical College in 1963, he started an
apprenticeship at the Shorts missile factory in Antrim, and also started a
local dance band, the Coral Show band. He was a well-respected football player,
and had a trial with Linfield as a goalkeeper.
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DAYS OF PEARLY SPENCER
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A
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tenement,
a dirty street
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Em
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Wa
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lked
and worn by shoeless feet
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In
s
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ilence
long and so complete
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G
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Watched
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by a
shivering s
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un
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Old
eyes in a small child's face
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Watching
as the shadows race
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Through
walls and cracks that leave no trace
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And
daylight's brightness shun
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Chorus
(w/filtered vocal):
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Em
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Am
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The days of Pearly Sp
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encer
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Em
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Am
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Ahh..
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ahh
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the race is almost
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run
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Verse
2:
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Nose
pressed hard on frosted glass
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Gazing
as the swollen mass
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On
concrete fields where grows no grass
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Stumbles
blindly on
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Iron
trees smother the air
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But,
withering, they stand and stare
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Through
eyes that neither know nor care
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Where
the grass has gone
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(repeat
chorus)
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Verse
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Pearly,
where's your milk-white skin
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What's
that stubble on your chin
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It's
buried in the rotgut gin
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You've
played and lost, not won
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You
played a house that can't be beat
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Now
look, your head's bowed in defeat
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You
walked too far along the street
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Where
only rats can run
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