Irish Drinking Songs

“
Me father was the keeper of the Eddystone light
Married a mermaid one fine night
From this union there came three
A porpoise and a porgy and the other was me!

Yo ho HO, the wind blows free
Oh for a life on the roooooolling sea!

One night, as I was a-trimming of the glim
Singing a verse from the evening hymn
A voice on the starboard shouted "Ahoy!"
And there was me mother, a-sitting on a buoy

Yo ho HO, the wind blows free
Oh for a life on the roooooolling sea!

"Oh, what became of my children three?"
Me mother she did ask of me
One was exhibited as a talking fish
The other was served on a chafing dish

Yo ho HO, the wind blows free,
Oh for a life on the roooooolling sea!

The phosphorous flashed in her seaweed hair
And when I looked again, me mother wasn't there
A voice came echoing back from the night
"THE DIVIL TAKE THE KEEPER OF THE EDDYSTONE LIGHT"

Yo ho HO.... the wind blows free
Oh for a life on the rooooooooooooolling sea!




The Eddystone Light
(trad.)

”

“Timely thread Tilt.

I was trying to remember the words to an Irish drinking song today while driving to the supply shop. Maybe you know it?

This is part of the chorus...

Ah ya drunk
ya drunk
ya silly old fool
so drunk you cannot see
thats a woolen blanket that me mother sent to me
for its many a day I traveled
100 miles or more....

No recollection of any more.”

“The Moonshiner

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler, I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me, well, leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
And the moonshine don't kill me, I'll live til I die

I've been a moonshiner for many a year
I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
I'll go to some hollow, I'll set up my still
And I'll make you a gallon for a ten shilling bill

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler, I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me, well, leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
And the moonshine don't kill me, I'll live til I die

I'll go to some hollow in this counterie
Ten gallons of wash I can go on a spree
No women to follow, the world is all mine
I love none so well as I love the moonshine

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler, I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me, well, leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
And the moonshine don't kill me, I'll live til I die

Oh, moonshine, dear moonshine, oh, how I love thee
You killed me old father, but ah you try me
Now bless all moonshiners and bless all moonshine
Their breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler, I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me, well, leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
And the moonshine don't kill me, I'll live til I die”

“i grew up listening to irish music

unicorns and danny boy”

“What the Folk!? LOL

Nah -- not THE MOONSHINER (mercy sakes alive!)


Oh, I know that one Birch, but I'm blanking out on the title.... lessee here.... a-HA!


I think this might be the closest version readily available :


THE TRAVELER(Our Goodman)

I came home on Saturday night,
As drunk as I could be.
And there was a hat upon the rack,
Where my hat ought to be.
So I said to my wife, the curse of my life,
"Explain this thing to me,
Whose is that hat upon the rack,
Where my hat ought to be?"

"Oh, you're drunk you fool,
You silly old fool,
You're as drunk as a #&%!$ can be,
That's not a hat upon the rack,
But a chamberpot you see."

Well, I've traveled this wide world over,
Ten thousand miles or more,
But a jerry with a hatband on,
I never saw before.

I came home on Saturday night,
As drunk as I could be,
And there was a horse in the stable,
Where my horse ought to be.
So I said to my wife, the curse of my life,
"Explain this thing to me,
Whose is that horse in the stable,
Where my horse ought to be?"

"Oh, you're drunk you fool,
You silly old fool,
You're as drunk as a #&%!$ can be,
That's not a horse in the stable,
But a milk-cow you can see."

Well, I've traveled this wide world over,
Ten thousand miles or more,
But a mild-cow with a saddle on,
I never saw before.

I came home on Saturday night,
As drunk as I could be,
And there were some boots beside the bed.
Where my boots ought to be.
So I said to my wife, the curse of my life,
"Explain this thing to me,
Whose are those boots beside the bed,
Where my boots ought to be?"

"Oh, you're drunk you fool,
You silly old fool,
You're as drunk as a #&%!$ can be,
Those aren't boots beside the bed,
But some slippers you see."

Well, I've traveled this wide world over,
Ten thousand miles or more,
But a pair of slipper with black feet in
I never saw before.

I came home on Saturday night,
As drunk as I could be,
And there were some breeches beside the bed
Where my breeches ought to be.
So I said to my wife, the curse of my life,
"Explain this thing to me,
Whose are those breeches a-lying there,
Where my breeches ought to be?"

"Oh, you're drunk you fool,
You silly old fool,
You're as drunk as a #&%!$ can be,
Those aren't a pair of breeches,
But a polishing cloth, you see."

Well, I've traveled this wide world over,
Ten thousand miles or more,
But a polishing cloth with a buttons on,
I never saw before.

I came home on Saturday night,
As drunk as I could be,
And there was head on the pillow,
Where my head ought to be.
So I said to my wife, the curse of my life,
"Explain this thing to me,
Whose is that head a-lying there,
Where my head ought to be?"

"Oh, you're drunk you fool,
You silly old fool,
You're as drunk as a #&%!$ can be,
That's not a head on the pillow,
But a football you see."

Well, I've traveled this wide world over,
Ten thousand miles or more,
But a football with a mustache on,
I never saw before.

I came home on Saturday night,
As drunk as I could be,
And there was cock inside my bed,
Where my cock ought to be.
So I said to my wife, the curse of my life,
"Explain this thing to me,
Whose is that cock a-standing there,
Where my cock ought to be?"

"Oh, you're drunk you fool,
You silly old fool,
You're as drunk as a #&%!$ can be,
That's not a cock a-standing there,
But a carrot that you see."

Well, I've traveled this wide world over,
Ten thousand miles or more,
But a carrot with balls on
I never saw before.

I came home on Saturday night,
As drunk as I could be,
And there was stain on the counterpane
And it didn't come from me.
So I said to my wife, the curse of my life,
"Explain this thing to me,
Whose is that stain on the counterpane,
Which didn't come from me?"

"Oh, you're drunk you fool,
You silly old fool,
You're as drunk as a #&%!$ can be,
That's not a stain on the counterpane,
But some baby's milk you see."

Well, I've traveled this wide world over,
Ten thousand miles or more,
But baby's milk that smelled like cum,
I never saw before.

"Oh, you're drunk you fool,
You silly old fool,
You're as drunk as a #&%!$ can be,
I ain't your wife, this ain't your house,
You're not living at all with me.

Well I've traveled this wide world over,
Ten thousand miles or more,
It's the fifth time that I've stuffed this bird,
She ain't never complained before.



There's another version: "Five Nights Drunk" that's similar. You know how these things are; the words are changeing all the time --- it's organic.


Here's The Secret Weapon: The Mudcat Cafe and Digitrad database

http://supersearch.mudcat.org/@AdvSuperSearch.cfm


If you can't find what you're looking for with the search, try their forum. One time I couldn't find some Red Clay Ramblers lyrics online and put a query on the forum... and one of the guys from the band answered the question --

Ya can't hardly beat that!”

“Nice link Wingding --- I'll add it to the collection, Thanks!


Hmmmm... it looks like Matt's language filter is messing with the lyrics, LOL... I need to go back and see what that was.”

“Well, I didn't remember that being in there... Apparently it's a four-letter word beginning with the letter 'C'. Enough about that.”

“And from Wingding's link, another version! "Seven Drunken Nights"

http://www.thebards.net/music/lyrics/Seven_Drunken_Nights.shtml

I think that may be the closest version. I believe it may be more like the one the Dubliners sang(?)”

“Tilt, thanks man!!! Its the 7 drunken nights I believe.”

“Great link WingdingO! Thanks.”

“I did a search on "whiskey" at Mudcat (asking for trouble, I know). Of course they weren't all Irish... but there were about 120 hits!



THE FAMOUS PIG SONG
(Clarke Van Ness, music by F. Henri Klickmann)

'Twas an evening in October, I'll confess I wasn't sober,
I was carting home a load with manly pride,
When my feet began to stutter and I fell into the gutter,
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Then I lay there in the gutter and my heart was all a-flutter,
Till a lady, passing by, did chance to say:
"You can tell a man that boozes by the company he chooses,"
Then the pig got up and slowly walked away.

Walked away, walked away,
He was really too particular to stay.
"You can tell a man that boozes by the company he chooses,"
Then the pig got up and slowly walked away.

Then I heard a gentle mooing, it was like a pigeon cooing,
As a home returning cow stopped in her stride,
And her eyes were big and gentle; her expression sentimental,
As she curtsied low and sat down by my side.
Then I saw her eyelids flutter and a tear fell in the gutter,
As the owner of the cow did loudly say:
"Leave that brute this moment, Sonja, or your milk will curdle on ya,"
Then the cow got up and slowly walked away.

Walked away, walked away,
She was really too particular to stay.
"Leave that brute this moment, Sonja, or your milk will curdle on ya,"
Then the cow got up and slowly walked away.

Then the moon began to shine in that old gutter I reclined in,
Thinking of the weakness of the human race,
When a dog sat down beside me, and I thought he came to chide me,
Till he gently licked the stubble on my face.
In the gutter, still reclining, I began "Sweet Adeline-ing,"
While the dog raised up his head to loudly bay;
Then his mistress said, "Come, Fido, that disgusting man may bite you,"
Then the dog got up and slowly walked away.

Walked away, walked away,
He was really too particular to stay.
Then his mistress said, "Come, Fido, that disgusting man may bite you,"
Then the dog got up and slowly walked away.

Down the street there came a clatter, and a gentle pitter-patter,
As a pair of goats along the gutter ran;
And it seemed that Billy knew me, for he quickly drew up to me,
While his wife munched on an empty sardine can.
Then again my pulse did flutter, and my heart was soft as butter;
Till the Nanny goat, unto her mate, did say:
"William dear, your social status don't include men such as that is,"
Then the goat got up and slowly walked away.

Walked away, walked away,
He was really too particular to stay.
"William dear, your social status don't include men such as that is,"
Then the goat got up and slowly walked away.

Then I started in to mutter and I rose up from the gutter,
Then I sadly went about my lonely way;
I was weary, sick and busted; I was really quite disgusted,
And I vowed to sign the pledge that very day.
For each humble, lowly creature, a great lesson he can teach ya,
Like the one learned while I in the gutter lay;
In the tavern, do not tarry, when you've got all you can carry,
But take up your load and slowly walk away.

Walk away, walk away,
For the "Horrors" is an awful price to pay,
In the tavern, do not tarry, when you've got all you can carry,
But take up your load and slowly walk away.

CODA
Now lately I've been thinking that I will quit my drinking.
I'm going to leave off whiskey, beer and grog,
For there's no consolation, but only aggravation,
You can't even find friendship with a hog.”

“my favorite is still the unicorn song

oh, and the one where me mother wears the orange and me father wears the green; or is it the other way around? my mom's a swede and my dad was irish”

“The Orange refers to William of Orange (Wm III of England)... on the Protestant side of that Protestant/Catholic situation.

Actually, he was Dutch ---

All clear now? LOL”

“pam,

by unicorn song do you mean...

there were green alligators
and long neck geese
some humpty back camels
and some chimpanzees
some cats and rats and elephants
as sure as you were born
but the cutest of all was the unicorn”

“Famous Bearmag song:

I think
therefore I drink
(repeat)”

“Yes, the Ark sailed without him... (or even if he had made it onboard, he would've had to have reproduced like an amoeba)....

n e v e r m i n d . . .


(how big is a cubit anyway? /sarc)

"I don't know, but what is that doing in my driveway?"


(sorry --- Bill Cosby flashbacks again)”

“Oh --- you stole that from the Philosopher's Drinking Song:

Rene Descartes was a drunken fart
"I drink, therefore I am"


Thievery is one of the great traditions in Folk Music --- kinda like Jewish comedians in the Catskills stealing each others' jokes.”

“

IF THE RIVER WAS WHISKEY

If the river was whiskey and I was a duck
I'd dive to the bottom and I'd never come up

Oh tell me how long do I have to wait
Oh can I get you now, mustn't hesitate

If the river was whiskey and the branch was wine
You'd see me in swimming just any ole time

I was born in England, raised in France
I bought a suit of clothes and they wouldn't send the pants

I was born in Alabama, raised in Tennesee
If you don't like my peaches then don't shake my tree

I looked down the road just as far as I can see
A man had my woman and the blues had me

I ain't no doctor but the doctor's son
I can do the doctoring till the doctor comes

Got the hesitation stockings got the hesitation shoes
Oh my Lord I got the hesitation blues

I was born in Kingston, raised in Rosendale
I went through a stop sign and they threw me in jail

”

“boing.”

“good one tilt..quack.......”

“Not Irish per se... but I got it from an Irish band's record album.

Yes -- I said record album, 33 1/3!




THE 200-YEAR-OLD ALCOHOLIC
(author unknown)


(begins with the chorus:)

Oh, it’s never to late to start livin’
To get out and have some fun
The sun'll be just as shiny in the mornin'
As the first day the world begun

When I was eighty I started smokin'
Took to drinkin’ at eighty-five
At ninety I started courtin'
Thanked God I was alive… !
Ninety-five saw me in business
Determined to rake in a pile
At a hundred I made my first million, (whoopee)
And I star-ted livin’ in style

Oooooooh........
It's never to late to start livin’
To get out and have some fun
The sun'll be just as shiny in the mornin'
As the first day the world begun

Well I moved to an uptown penthouse
Used fifties to light my cigars
Developed a taste for fine champagne
Drove-fast-I-talian-cars... !
But the doctor he give me a warnin'
And a lecture on Right and Wrong
If I didn't give up my sinful ways
I wouldn't live very long

But I said to him...

Oooooooh........
It's never to late to start livin’
To get out and have some fun
The sun'll be just as shiny in the mornin'
As the first day the world begun

spoken: “It gets kinda sad from here on in….”

Now I'm a two-hundred-year-old alcoholic
And the nicotine's caught up on me
But worst of all, in this morning’s mail
I got a suit for paternityyyyyyyy…. !
Now I'm not really unhappy
'Cause maybe I'll have me a son
And his mornin's will be just as shiny
As the first day the world be-gun!!!

(BIG chorus)

OOOOOOOH........
It's never to late to start livin’
To get out and have some fun
The sun'll be just as shiny in the mornin'
As the first day the world begun

spoken: "Sing like you mean it"

(Another BIG chorus)

OOOOOOOH........
It's never to late to start livin’
To get out and have some fun
The sun'll be just as shiny in the mornin'
As The First Day The World Be-Gun!






from ‘An Unknown Friend’ of Liam Clancy,
(“from BOONE, NC, with The EXplosive 'BEE'")

sung by Liam Clancy

Tommy Makem & Liam Clancy
The Makem And Clancy Concert (1976?)
Shanachie 52003”

“
DUCK CONTRAPOSITIVE
(D. Swanson)

These two songs are logically equivalent. Each is the contrapositive of the other. For example, the statement "If P then Q" is logically equivalent to the statement "If not Q, then not P." � (negate the elements and the 'direction' of the implication is reversed)


Original song:

If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck,
I'd swim to the bottom and never come up.
But the ocean ain't whiskey, and I ain't no duck,
So I'll play jack-of-diamonds and trust to my luck.

For it's whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry.
If I don't get rye whiskey I surely will die.


The logical equivalent (the contrapositive):

If I never reach bottom or sometimes come up,
Then the ocean's not whiskey, or I'm not a duck.
But my luck can't be trusted, or the cards I'll not buck,
So the ocean is whiskey or I am a duck.

For it's whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry.
If my death is uncertain, then I get whiskey (rye).

”

“That's too much thinking for what's become a drinking holiday. ;P”

“The Orange and the Green

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.

My father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he.
My mother was a Catholic girl, from county Cork was she.
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough,
Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough.

Baptized by Father Riley, I was rushed away by car,
To be made a little Orangeman, my father's shining star.
I was christened "David Anthony," but still, inspite of that,
To me father, I was William, while my mother called me Pat.

With Mother every Sunday, to Mass I'd proudly stroll.
Then after that, the Orange lodge would try to save my soul.
For both sides tried to claim me, but i was smart because
I'd play the flute or play the harp, depending where I was.

Now when I'd sing those rebel songs, much to me mother's joy,
Me father would jump up and say, "Look here would you me boy.
That's quite enough of that lot", he'd then toss me a coin
And he'd have me sing the Orange Flute or the Heros of The Boyne

One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me.
Just as my father's kinfolk were all sitting down to tea.
We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight.
And me, being strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight.

My parents never could agree about my type of school.
My learning was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool.
They've both passed on, God rest 'em, but left me caught between
That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green.”

“The Unicorn Song

A long time ago, when the Earth was green
There was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen
They'd run around free while the Earth was being born
And the loveliest of all was the unicorn

There was green alligators and long-necked geese
Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees
Some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born
The loveliest of all was the unicorn

The Lord seen some sinning and it gave Him pain
And He says, "Stand back, I'm going to make it rain"
He says, "Hey Noah, I'll tell you what to do
Build me a floating zoo,
and take some of those...

Green alligators and long-necked geese
Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees
Some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born
Don't you forget My unicorns

Old Noah was there to answer the call
He finished up making the ark just as the rain started to fall
He marched the animals two by two
And he called out as they came through
Hey Lord,

I've got green alligators and long-necked geese
Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees
Some cats and rats and elephants, but Lord, I'm so forlorn
I just can't find no unicorns"

And Noah looked out through the driving rain
Them unicorns were hiding, playing silly games
Kicking and splashing while the rain was falling
Oh, them silly unicorns

There was green alligators and long-necked geese
Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees
Noah cried, "Close the door because the rain is falling
And we just can't wait for no unicorns"

The ark started moving, it drifted with the tide
The unicorns looked up from the rocks and they cried
And the waters came down and sort of floated them away
That's why you never see unicorns to this very day

You'll see green alligators and long-necked geese
Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees
Some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born
You're never gonna see no unicorns

[New Lyrics]
Now you might think this is the ending to the song,
But I'll have to tell you friends that in fact you're wrong
You see, Unicorns are magical, so when the rain started pouring,
They grew themselves some wings and they took to soaring.

You'll see green alligators and long-necked geese
Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees
But if you're looking for the unicorns, don't be forlorn,
The second star to the right and straight on until morning.”

“Irish Ballad

About a maid I'll sing this song sing rickety tickety tin
... who did not have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong.
She did everyone of them in.
Them in. She did every one of them in

One morning in a fit of pique sing rickety tickety tin
... she drowned her father in the creek
The water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make do with gin
With gin. We had to make do with gin

Her mother she could never stand sing rickety tickety tin
... stand and so a cyanide soup she planned
The mother died with a spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin
A grin. Her face in a hideous grin

She set her sisters hair on fire sing rickety tickety tin
... and as the smoke and flame grew higher
Danced around the funeral pyre
Playing a violin
O-lin. Playing a violin

She tied her brother down with stones sing rickety tickety tin
... and sent him off to Davy Jones
All they ever found were the bones
And occassional pieces of skin
Of skin. Occassional pieces of skin

One day she had nothing to do sing rickety tickety tin
... she cut her baby brother in two
Served him up in an Irish stew
And invited the neighbors in
-Bors in. Invited the neighbors in.

When at last the police came by sing rickety tickety tin
... these terrible deeds she did not deny
To do so she would have to lie
And lying she knew was a sin
A sin. Lying she knew was a sin

ADDITIONAL VERSE
[Just one last thing before I go sing rickety tickery tin
... there is something I think you ought to know
They had no proof so they let her go
And they say she was tall and thin
And thin. They say she was tall and thin.]

My tragic
tale I won't prolong sing rickety tickety tin
... and if you did not enjoy this song
You've yourself to blame for letting me go on
You should never have let me begin
Begin. You should never have let me begin!”

“BEER BEER BEER!

A long time ago, way back in history,
when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea.
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops,
and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.

He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.

The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well
one thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell
so all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop
for five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5

A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick,
the kind of lubrication to make your engine tick.
40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks.
Its only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax, 1 2 3 4 5

He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.

The Lord bless Charlie Mops!”

“Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many a year,
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
But now I've returned with gold in great store,
And I never will play the wild rover no more.

And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more,
Will I play the rover
No never, no more.

I went down to an ale house I used to frequent,
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, but she answered me "Nay.
Such custom like yours I could have any day."

I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright,
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight,
She said, "I have whiskeys and wines of the best,
And I'll take you upstairs, and I'll show you the rest.

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done,
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they caress me as oft times before,
I never will play the wild rover no more!”

“Hey Tilt, have fun with this. Lyrics, chords, free downloads.

http://www.thebards.net/music/

Happy St Paddy's Day and Love from your Irish Lass”

“
Cool link!

And the same to You! � LOL

”

“oh, an Irish Lass are ye now?

LOL!”

“Nei bloody likely!”

“Donald, where's your trousers

*to the tune of What do you do with a Drunken Sailor?"

I just down from the Isle of Skye
I'm no very big but I'm awful shy
All the lassies shout as I walk by,
"Donald, Where's Your Trousers?"

Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I go
All the lassies cry, "Hello!
Donald, where's your trousers?"

I went to a fancy ball
It was slippery in the hall
I was afeared that I may fall
Because I nay had on trousers

I went down to London town
To have a little fun in the underground
All the Ladies turned their heads around, saying,
"Donald, where's your trousers?"

The lassies love me every one
But they must catch me if they can
You canna put the breeks on a highland man, saying,
"Donald, where's your trousers?"”

“The Irishman Who Doesn't Drink

Now listen all it's hard to think
of an Irishman who doesn't drink
and if you'd thought you'd found one
you would surely wonder why
the drink is good the drink is bad
but drink won't tell you what you've had
so look at me and all be sad
for that Irishman tis I

Me father drank, His father drank,
whose father drank, for his father's sake,
me Family tree could surely tap
a Guinness factory for sure...
Now me uncle was a handsome lad,
He's married more than five men had,
But his ailment wasn't all that bad,
For in drink he's found the cure

Me sister who does love to read,
and loves to drink her favorite mead,
to understate she's well-studied,
In mead a doctorate in.
Me Cousin lives near Tennesseee,
His favorite drink of course JD
But his lawyer could not well agree
that it was his next of Kin

When grandmither was very young,
She'd play at her granddad's for fun,
By riding all the day among,
The horses she did tell.
Now her granddad used to gamble drunk,
He beat a Carny's boat that sunk,
And won some holdings, not all junk.
Cause he kept the Carousel.

I do not drink, I do not smoke,
I don't cavort with women folk,
Well maybe... just a little
I've a liberal view of sin.
Now ladies are my vice tis true
I like to see them through and through
And when I see no more to do...
Well then with drinking I'll begin.”

“
� � � � ISN'T IT GRAND

Look at the coffin with golden handles
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live, the sooner you'll bloody well die

Look at the flowers, all bloody withered
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live, the sooner you'll bloody well die

Look at the preacher, bloody nice fellow (bloody sanctimonious)
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live, the sooner you'll bloody well die

Look at the mourners, bloody great hippocrites
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live, the sooner you'll bloody well die

Look at the widow, bloody great female
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live, the sooner you'll bloody well die


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDfau1cmAmE

”

“I'm going to go buy this album right now. Chat you up later.

http://morgansmusings.wordpress.com/2008/03/17/high-kingsclancy-brothers-videos/”

“the album isn't the live performance”

“Here's a Classic -----



Check that 1975 hairdo on Tommy, �”