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unTraditional

by Kilmaine Saints

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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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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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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
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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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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A collection of traditional tunes, played untraditionally.

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released May 15, 2014

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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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