Drunken Redemption

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released September 17, 2012

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Kilmaine Saints Harrisburg, Pennsylvania

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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Track Name: Battle Cry
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
Track Name: Haul Away Joe
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
Track Name: Go On Home British Soldiers
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
Track Name: Devil's Den
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
Track Name: 57
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
Track Name: When We Come to Town
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!
Track Name: The Fields of Athenry
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
Track Name: With Regrets
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
Track Name: The Whiskey's Calling
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!
Track Name: Black and Blue Jig
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.
Track Name: Brave Yankee Boys
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
Track Name: All For One
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?
Track Name: Old Rugged Cross
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!