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Scotland the Brave
02:06
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Come Out Ye Black & Tans
02:44
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I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat
And the loving English feet they walked all over us,
And each and every night when me father'd come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus
Oh why don't you tell
How you slammed the great Pernell,
When you fought them well and truly persecuted,
Where are the smears and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra
Come tell us how you slew
Those brave Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely slew each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra
Oh! Come out you British Huns, come out and fight without your guns,
Show your wife how you won medals up in Derry;
You murdered sixteen men and you'll do the same again,
So get out of here and take your bloody army.
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra
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All For Me Grog
02:56
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And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
Its all about the beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin with the ladies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander
Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots
They're all gone for beer and tobacco
For the uppers got all worn and the heels they got all torn
And the soles were lookin' out for better weather
Where is me shirt, me noggin', noggin' shirt
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
You see the color was all worn and the shirt has been all torn
And the tail was lookin' out for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
Its all about the beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin with the ladies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander
I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me plunder
I've seen centipedes and snakes and me head is full of aches
And I think I make a path for way out yonder
Now where is me bed, me noggin', noggin' bed
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
For I lent it to a whore and the sheets they got all tore
And the springs are lookin' out for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
Its all about the beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin with the ladies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander
Where is me wife, me noggin', noggin' wife
She's all gone for beer and tobacco
You see her front it got worn out and her arse I kicked about
And her face is looking out for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
Its all about the beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin with the ladies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander
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Finnegan's Wake
01:53
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Tim Finnegan lived on Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way but the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed
A gallon of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Mickey Maloney raised his head when a gallon of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
Now Tim revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
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Oh my name is Jock Stewart
I'm a canny gun man
And a rambling young fellow I've been
So be easy and free
when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
I have acres of land
I have men at command
I have always a shilling to spare
So be easy and free
when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
So come fill up your glasses
of brandy and wine
Whatever it costs I will pay
So be easy and free
when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
Well I took out my dog
and him I did shoot
All down in the county Kildare
So be easy and free
when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
So be easy and free
when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
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Wild Rover
02:24
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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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Drunken Sailor
02:04
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What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning
Throw him in the lock untill he's sober
Throw him in the lock untill he's sober
Throw him in the lock untill he's sober
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
That's what you do with a drunken sailor
That's what you do with a drunken sailor
That's what you do with a drunken sailor
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
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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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