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Drunken Redemption

by Kilmaine Saints

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1.
Quick March 01:27
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2.
Battle Cry 03:11
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All men have the strength inside to get up on their feet I’d rather stand and fight than live my life down on my knees Together we can shed these chains designed to keep us bound We’ll hold our heads up high won’t let the bastards keep us down Far away, far away, you can hear the battle cry Far away, far away, lift your voices and your spirits high Let’s Gooo-o--o-o Let’s Gooo-o--o-o - LET’S GO! God help the man who will not stand and fight for what is right When the powers ranged against him try to force him with their might For no one can pull asunder those who stand in unity You’ll never get us down, so don’t you ever tread on me
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Haul Away Joe 01:41
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When I was just a little boy my mother said to me, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe That if I did not kiss the girls, my lips would all grow mouldy, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe Way haul away, the good ship now is rolling, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe Well first I met a Yankee girl and she was fat and lazy, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe Then I met an Irish girl, she damn near drove me crazy, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe King Louis was the king of France before the revolution, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe And then he got his head cut off, it spoiled his constitution, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe Way haul away, we're bound for better weather, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
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Go On Home British Soldiers 02:11
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Go on home, British soldiers, go on home Have you got no bloody homes of your own? For 800 years we’ve fought you without fear And we will fight you for 800 more If you stay British soldiers, if you stay You’ll never ever beat the IRA The 14 men in Derry are the last that you will bury Get out and leave Ireland while you may Go on home, British soldiers, go on home Have you got no bloody homes of your own? For 800 years we’ve fought you without fear And we will fight you for 800 more We’re not British, we’re not Saxon, we’re not English We’re Irish!, and proud we are to be So stuff your Union Jack, we want our country back Get out you bastards, let Ireland be free Go on home, British soldiers, go on home Have you got no bloody homes of your own? For 800 years we’ve fought you without fear And we will fight you for 800 more Well we’re fighting British soldiers for the cause We’ll never bow to soldiers just because Throughout our history, we were born to be free So get out you Brits, let Ireland be free Go on home, British soldiers, go on home Have you got no bloody homes of your own? For 800 years we’ve fought you without fear And we will fight you for 800 more
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Devil's Den 04:04
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Marching away through the heat of the day Strides a broken young man The ghosts still remain from the men that he’s slain By his own killing hand Born on the streets he grew up hard & mean Raised in Paradise Square But the blood and the gore of this cruel Civil War Five Points cannot compare They gave him his pack and his blue Union hat And a gun to go with The 4th Battery, New York artillery Under brave Captain Smith They fought at Bull Run, and defended Washington Raining death from the sky But when Lee headed North our boy James was called forth With a rallying cry Just one more shot of whiskey, it helps me to feel brave With one hand on my rifle, and one foot in the grave There’s no hope of surrender, but only to defend Please say a prayer for 50 men who held at Devils’ Den They formed up their ranks on the left Union flank As they fired off their guns The biggest of shells caused a thunderous hell When they roared at the sun Scores fell down dead, others lay there & bled Bodies broken & maimed Yet our hearts fell, with that proud Rebel Yell Through the smoke they still came No help came our way on that terrible day & no call to retreat Many men fell, Captain Smith did as well Braver than in defeat The hot kiss of lead fell across James’ head as he fell to the ground Yet as he lay he heard that battle hymn as his last dying sound Just one more shot of whiskey, it helps me to feel brave With one hand on my rifle, and one foot in the grave There’s no hope of surrender, but only to defend Please say a prayer for 20 men who held at Devils’ Den Just one more shot of whiskey, it helps me to feel brave With one hand on my rifle, and one foot in the grave There’s no hope of surrender, but only to defend Please say a prayer for all good men who fell at Devils’ Den
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57 04:19
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From generation to generation the tales been passed down Of the poor lost souls who wander about town Their ragged clothes & the holes in their shoes Their straggly hair and wreaking of booze These brave 57 left from Donegal Bay A boat load of Paddys come to work the railway Leaving their families, not a shilling in hand Unwanted men in a foreign land So sip your pint and I’ll tell you a tale Of the brave 57 from Donegal set sail Twas not the disease but rather the hate At Duffy’s Cut where they met their fate Resented and hated they broke through the stone A little for whiskey & the rest they sent home Each day they worked the trench through the rain and the mud They lined the walls with their sweat and their blood How the tale ends was never quite clear Locals in town tried to wipe out the fear No doctor could save them nor did they try Cuz the signs had all read “The Irish need not apply” So sip your pint and I’ll tell you a tale Of the brave 57 from Donegal set sail Twas not the disease but rather the hate At Duffy’s Cut where they met their fate And one by one the souls were laid to rest As history hides the lies they wouldn’t confess Ghosts of the past were butchered for what Those brave 57 murdered at Duffy’s Cut So sip your pint and I’ll tell you a tale Of the brave 57 from Donegal set sail Twas not the disease but rather the hate At Duffy’s Cut where they met their fate
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When We Come to Town 02:58
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From town to town they gather round to hear the preacher admonish the sound Of angry youth spreading the truth of the world we live in. In church they drink the Blood of Christ, go home and sin not once but twice. Believe the politicians lies but when we come to town ….They Cry Go home young lads go home. Don’t want your kind hangin round our town. Go home young lads go home. Take your whiskey and your beer and GET YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE! HEY! Send the boys off to war, ya know we need to even the score. Kill’ em on some foreign land but not by the Mother’s hand. Pure in thought and word and deed while suckin up the corporate greed. None for you and more for me and when we come to town…THEY PLEAD Go home young lads go home. Don’t want your kind hangin round our town. Go home young lads go home. Take your whiskey and your beer and GET YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE! HEY! The right and left wings of a bird are the only flappin that should be heard But talking heads always say they’ll make for a better day. The problem with society is the cost of freedom isn’t free And so much for diversity cuz when we come to town…THEY SCREAM Go home young lads go home. Don’t want your kind hangin round our town. Go home young lads go home. Take your whiskey and your beer and GET YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE! HEY!
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The Fields of Athenry 03:37
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By the lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling Michael they have taken you away For you stole Trevelyan's corn so the young might see the morn A prison ship lies waiting in the bay Low Lie The fields of Athenry where once we watched the small free birds fly our love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing it's so lonely round the fields of Athenry By the lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling Nothing matters Mary when you're free against the famine and the crown, I rebelled, they cut me down now you must raise our child with dignity Low Lie The fields of Athenry where once we watched the small free birds fly our love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing it's so lonely round the fields of Athenry By the lonely harbor wall, she watched the last star fall as the prison ship set sail against the sky for she hoped & watched & prayed for her love in Botany Bay and it's so lonely round the fields of Athenry Low Lie The fields of Athenry where once we watched the small free birds fly our love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing it's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
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Swallowtail Jig 02:05
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10.
With Regrets 03:10
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I’ve been a sinner and a drunk, sold my soul for some junk I created my own hell, where no man should ever dwell Cut a man and beat some down, and the only thing I found Was this blood on my fists was better than blood from my wrists Hear these words that I’m singing, while your heart is still young Follow what I saying my son, and don’t do what I’ve done Well I hope & I pray, at the end of my days That I’ve paid all my debts, don’t wanna leave with regrets I have done my time in jail, with no money for my bail Woke up in a dumpster, cold and sickly and pale Lived out in the streets, with the pimps and whores and creeps Got this fresh ink on my skin, there to remind me of my sin Hear these words that I’m singing, while your heart is still young Follow what I saying my son, and don’t do what I’ve done Well I hope & I pray, at the end of my days That I’ve paid all my debts, don’t wanna leave with regrets I've been a rambling man, had my share of one night stands Broken hearts I've made a few, and I've had my share too Been a cheat and a liar, addicted to desire Well I know I’ve played the part, of a man without a heart I have raged against the world, with my battle flag unfurled Fighting all authority, spitting on society Lived a lifetime of hate, and I pray it’s not too late To right the wrongs I’ve done, and the man that I’ve become Hear these words that I’m singing, while your heart is still young Follow what I saying my son, and don’t do what I’ve done Well I hope & I pray, at the end of my days That I’ve paid all my debts, don’t wanna leave with regrets
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The Whiskey's Calling 03:10
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So much is uncertain in this life we live Sometimes it feels like all we do is give There’s one thing I know I can count on Loyal friends by my side are what I depend on! So raise a pint and give a cheer This one’s for friends both far and near Some are here and some have fallen Bottoms Up! The whiskey’s calling! Bottoms Up! The whiskey’s calling! Bare knuckles drawn, we won't give in We won't back down, We're in this ‘til the end No giving up, no running home For good or for bad, our wills will never bend So raise a pint and give a cheer This one’s for friends both far and near Some are here and some have fallen Bottoms Up! The whiskey’s calling! Bottoms Up! The whiskey’s calling! No one ever said this life would be simple Well times have changed and we moved on We're still brothers through it all Bottoms up my friends! This one is for you all! So raise a pint and give a cheer This one’s for friends both far and near Some are here and some have fallen Bottoms Up! The whiskey’s calling! Bottoms Up! The whiskey’s calling!
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Black and Blue Jig 03:07
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Irish Johnny was a boxer, a bare knuckle specialist. His record was second to none. At the gym he’d train all day & at night he’d take his pay to Barrows Pub to have a little fun. Now Johnny had a temper when he got down in his pints A rep for starting fights he could not win. But when Barrow tossed him out, all the boys began to shout. The riot started when the cops rushed in. Big Brian’s 5 foot 2, but only when wearing shoes. He’s always the first man in the fray. Tatooed Joe’s a union worker, when he drinks he goes berserker Destroying friends & foes in his way. McBrain the local bookie, always out to make a buck was giving Johnny odds ten to one. Sweet Sue the barmaid yells, “go on boys & give ‘em hell And be sure to clean this shit up when you’re done” And it’s Hey! Nay! No!, Irish Johnny wouldn’t go. When the coppers tried to toss him in the brig saying you can’t throw me out if I Aint done with my stout! So come on & dance the Black & Blue Jig. Smilin’ Dan loved his pints, but he never liked to fight until he took a chair upside the head. Young Sully was a good lad, with the courage of ten men Just couldn’t understand a word that he said. Old Jerry was cold sober, a genuine teetotaler, God help the man that made fun of his tea. O’Neill began to grin, when he saw the fight begin a smile that betrayed his sanity And it’s Hey! Nay! No!, Irish Johnny wouldn’t go. When the coppers tried to toss him in the brig saying you can’t throw me out if I Aint done with my stout! So come on & dance the Black & Blue Jig. Sunday morning came in a cold county cell surrounded by the lowliest of men. Some bruised & some cut, & some heads a little rough Some swore they’d never drink again. Now when they looked around, Johnny could not be found. It seemed the bastard somehow slipped away. And they all swore after Mass, that they’d all kick Johnny’s ass For leaving them to fight another day. And it’s Hey! Nay! No!, Irish Johnny wouldn’t go. When the coppers tried to toss him in the brig saying you can’t throw me out if I Aint done with my stout! So come on & dance the Black & Blue Jig.
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Brave Yankee Boys 03:29
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On board the Constellation from Baltimore we came We had a bold commander & Truxton was his name Our ship she mounted forty guns, & on the main so swiftly runs To prove to France America's sons are brave Yankee boys We sailed to the West Indies in order to annoy The invaders of our commerce, to burn, sink & destroy Our Constellation shone so bright, those Frenchman could not stand the sight And away they scampered in a fright, from brave Yankee boys Come all you Yankee sailors, with swords & pikes advance 'Tis time to try your courage & humble haughty France The sons of France our seas invade, destroy our commerce & our trade It’s time the reckoning is paid to brave Yankee boys 'Twas on the 9th of February at Montserrat we lay And there we spied l'Insurgente just at the break of day We raised the orange & raised the blue, to see if they our signal knew The Constellation & its crew of brave Yankee boys All hands were called to quarters while we pursued the chase With well primed guns, prepared to run, we spliced the old main-brace Then soon to France we did draw nigh, compelled to fight they were or fly These words were passed "conquer or die, My brave Yankee boys" Come all you Yankee sailors, with swords & pikes advance 'Tis time to try your courage & humble haughty France The sons of France our seas invade, destroy our commerce & our trade It’s time the reckoning is paid to brave Yankee boys Loud our cannon thundered with peals tremendous roar And death that on our bullets wings did drench their decks with gore The blood did from their scuppers run, their chief exclaimed, 'we are undone' Their flag they struck, the battle won by brave Yankee boys On to St. Kitts we steered & brought her safely into port The grand salute was fired & answered from the fort And now around the flowing bowl, with hearty glee, victorious soul Drink as you fought, without control, my brave Yankee boys Come all you Yankee sailors, with swords & pikes advance 'Tis time to try your courage & humble haughty France The sons of France our seas invade, destroy our commerce & our trade It’s time the reckoning is paid to brave Yankee boys
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All For One 04:16
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When I come knockin at your door all ragged & poor I don't want to take what's not mine But a bite to eat & a warm place to sleep I'll return to you someday in kind. I hope you understand that I come as a friend Though its late I intend you no fear See I've lost my way, a small price to pay for the things I once held so dear Worked hard all my life & I've sacrificed For my kin not a shilling to spare Now I'm filled with shame but there's no one to blame 'Cept the fate that I've come to bare I've no race in my cards, no religion, no war To explain the state that I'm in But I've fought in the trenches then slept on some benches Is a fall from grace such a sin. Is it All for One Is it One for All Can't you hear the pipers when they call? Like the warmth of your fire is your heart's desire To help a stranger in need? But you've tightened these chains with your look of disdain You cut me & yes, I'll bleed. No hand-outs you say &...go away Like sweeping the mice from the floor Take a bottle down, don't pass it around Tonight, no alms for the poor Is it All for One Is it One for All Can't you hear the pipers when they call? Well I thank you Ma’am & I extend my hand Though your fortune you cannot share I may be meek but there's strength when I speak That this pain no one should bare So my plea’s for the tired, the weary, the poor & the ones who can tread no more Like the first days of Spring wont you let them come in When they come a'knockin at your door Is it All for One Is it One for All Can't you hear the pipers when they call?
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Old Rugged Cross 03:18
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Dear old Father Murphy, your sins I must confess I swear I saw you Sunday looking down at Mary’s breasts Your eyes are always bloodshot, your skin it looks like death When Jesus comes to take you he’ll smell whiskey on your breath Twenty five Hail Marys will absolve all my sins! So don’t judge me son til you know where I’ve been The Lord will have mercy on a man of the cloth Who sometimes will stray from the old rugged cross Dear old Father Murphy, you stole our daily bread At twenty stones it seems that we have kept you quite well fed Summers in the Hamptons, a shiny red sports car When judgment comes a-calling, pray that Porsche gets you far Bless you my son, now let’s all kneel & pray! It’s hard to be righteous each & every day The Lord will have mercy on a man of the cloth Who sometimes will stray from the old rugged cross Dear old Father Murphy, my grievances aren’t done Cuz rumor has it that you’ve fathered fifteen bastard sons They’ve grown up poor & hungry, you’ve left them to their fates How will you justify that to Saint Peter at the gates Faith & Begorrah man, just leave me alone! Let him without sin cast the very first stone The Lord will have mercy on a man of the cloth Who sometimes will stray from the old rugged cross Who sometimes will stray from the old rugged cross Who sometimes will stray from the old rugged cross!

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released September 17, 2012

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Kilmaine Saints are equal parts Irish Swagger, Scottish Pride and whiskey. This explosive, high-energy Celtic rock band from Central PA will lift your hearts, your spirits, and your pint when you're not looking.

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