It's St. Patrick's Day

Kyle

Kyle

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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!
 
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Oh how do you do, young Willie McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun?
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fallen in 1916.
Well i hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean,
Or Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?

Did they beat the drums slowly,
Did they play the fife lowly,
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus,
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart you're forever nineteen.
Or are you a stranger without even a name?
Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane,
In an old photograph torn, tattered and stained,
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame.

Did they beat the drums slowly,
Did they play the fife lowly,
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus,
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

The sun's shining down on these green fields of France,
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have long vansihed under the plow,
No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard, that's still no mans land,
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand,
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man,
And a whole generation were butchered and damned

Did they beat the drums slowly,
Did they play the fife lowly,
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus,
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?

And I can't hep but wonder, oh Willy McBride
Do all those who lie here know why they died,
Did you really belive them when the told you the cause,
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame,
The killing and dying it was all done in vain.
Oh Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again!

Did they beat the drums slowly,
Did they play the fife lowly,
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus,
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
 
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Face down in the gutter won't admit defeat though his clothes are soiled and black,
He's a big, strong man with a childs mind, don't you take his booze away!

He's been at it for years drinking balls and beer he's a hero to most he meets,
But inside he cries black swollen eyes, this man he sheds no tears!

Now his wife and kids sing a different tune as they worry about their daddy dying,
But this arrogant fool breaks every rule it'll be nothing but pride that kills him.

Could he listen no he won't that's all she wrote he'll be dead before the daylight shines,
But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong might keep this fool from dying.

He's a legend in the bar with every scar fights a thousand bigger men,
But now he fights and looses got all the bruises will someone please step in?

Cause this Irish fools got a great big heart he keeps climbing back in to the ring
In the low down circles where he holds his court this man he once was king.

Could he listen no he won't that's all she wrote he'll be dead before the daylight shines,
But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong might keep this fool from dying.

Could he listen no he won't that's all she wrote he'll be dead before the daylight shines,
But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong might keep this fool from dying.
 

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Come all you gallant heroes,
And along with me combined
I'll sing a song,
it won't take long,
Of the Fighting Sixty Ninth
They're a band of men brave,
stout and bold,
From Ireland they came
And they have a leader to the fold,
And Cocoran was his name

It was in the month of April,
When the boys they sailed away
And they made a sight so glorious,
As they marched along Broadway
They marched right down Broadway,
me boys,
Until they reached the shore
And from there they went to Washington,
And straight unto the war

So we gave them a hearty cheer,
me boys,
It was greeted with a smile
Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise,
We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth

And when the war is said and done,
May heaven spare our lives
For its only then we can return,
To our loved ones and our wives
We'll take them in our arms,
me boys,
For a long night and a day
And we'll hope that war will come no more,
To sweet America

So we gave them a hearty cheer,
me boys,
It was greeted with a smile
Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise,
We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth

So farewell unto you dear New York,
Will I e'er see you once more
For it fills my heart with sorrow,
To leave your sylvan shore
But the country now it is calling us,
And we must hasten fore
So here's to the stars and stripes,
me boys,
And to Ireland's lovely shore

And here's to Murphy and Devine,
Of honour and renown
Who did escort our heroes,
Unto the battle ground
And said unto our colonel,
We must fight hand to hand
Until we plant the stars and stripes,
Way down in Dixieland

So we gave them a hearty cheer,
me boys,
It was greeted with a smile
Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise,
We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth
 
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Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman, mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue, so rich and sweet, to rise in the world he carried a hod
He'd a sort of a tipplin' way, with a love for the liquor poor Tim was born
And to help him on with his work each day he'd a drop of the Craythur every morn

One mornin Tim was rather full, his head was heavy which made him shake
He fell from a ladder and broke his skull so they carried him home, his corpse to wake
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, they laid him out upon the bed
A gallon of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head

And whack fol the dah O, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake,
Wasn't it the truth I told ya, lots o' fun at Finnegan's wake!

His friends assembled at his wake and Missus Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake then pipes, tobacco an' whiskey punch
Biddy O' Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse did ya ever did see?
Tim, mavourneen why did ya die?" "Arhhh hold ya gob!" said Patty McGee

And whack fol the dah O, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake,
Wasn't it the truth I told ya, lots o' fun at Finnegan's wake!

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "Oh Biddy," she says, "You're wrong, I'm sure."
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob and she left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage, woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began

Mickey Maloney raised his head when a noggin of whiskey flew at him
It missed and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
Tim revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the dead
"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes, Thanam an dhul, did ye think I'm dead?"

And whack fol the dah O, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake,
Wasn't it the truth I told ya, lots o' fun at Finnegan's wake!
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I'll tell you a story, believe me it's true
a tale you'd best hope never happens to you old spicy mcHaggis,
how he met his fate you I can save, but for him it's too late

Spicy was big, burly and strong
his pipes were gigantic, and so was his schlong
from city to city running around
looking for chicks over four hundred pounds

One night at the pub a girl caught his eye big as a house,
just the right size the broad was enormous,
stacked to the hilt spicy soon noticed a bulge in his kilt
the piper delivered his best pick-up line thought to himself,
"this beast is all mine" the portly young lady could stand for no more
grabbed his cojones and went for the door

They got to her house and dimmed all the lights
Spicy was in for one hell of a night he said that he loved her,
he'd always be true "But Mr. McHaggis, I've only just met you!!"

By now he saw double through his drunken eyes
neither had looks or appropriate size he came to his sense,
thought to himself, "At this time of night I won't find nothing else" he took off his shirt,
she lifted her skirt, they pulled out his unit and stared to play she asked for a glove,
he gave her a shove, had baby McHaggis nine months to-the-day.

One night at the pub a girl caught his eye big as a house,
just the right size the broad was enormous,
stacked to the hilt spicy soon noticed a bulge in his kilt
the piper delivered his best pick-up line thought to himself,
"this beast is all mine" the portly young lady could stand for no more
grabbed his cojones and went for the door

Three packs a day, he'll smoke 'til he dies Spicy McHaggis, one hell of a guy!
 
Rael

Rael

Supper's Ready
The Dubliners - Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many's the year
I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning 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 wild rover,
No never no more

I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay
Such a customer as you I can have any day

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

I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best
And the words that you told me were only in jest"

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

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

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