You're favorite Irish songs boys?

Capt.Flannel

Capt.Flannel

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Oh, the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget,

Some of the boys got loaded drunk and they ain't got sober yet!

As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feeling gay,

O'Leary came with the bagpipes some music for to play!

That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy,

That's how they showed their honour and their pride,

They said it was, "a sin" and "a shame" they winked at one and another,

And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died!

As Missus Murphy sat in the corner pourin' out her grief,

Kelly and his gang came tearin' down the street,

They went into an empty room and a bottle of whiskey stole,

They put that bottle with the corpse to keep that whiskey cold!

That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy,

That's how they showed their honour and their pride,

They said it was, "a sin" and "a shame" they winked at one and another,

And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died!

Well, two o'clock in the mornin' after emptyin' the jug,

Doyle rose up the icebox lid to see poor Paddy's mug,

They stopped the clock so Missus Murphy couldn't tell the time,

And at a quarter after two we argued it was nine!

That's how they show their respect for Paddy Murphy,

That's how we show our honour and our pride,

They said it was, "a sin" and "a shame" they winked at one and another,

And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died!

Well, they stopped the hearse on George Street outside some damn saloon,

They all went in at half past eight and staggered out at noon,

The went up to the graveyard so holy and sublime,

Found out when they'd got there they'd left the corpse behind!

That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy,

That's how they showed their honour and their pride,

They said it was, "a sin" and "a shame" we winked at one and another,

And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died!

Oh, the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget,

Some of the boys got loaded drunk and they ain't been sober yet!

As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feeling gay,

O'Leary came with bagpipes some music for to play!

That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy,

That's how they showed their honour and their pride,

They said it was, "a sin" and "a shame" we winked at one and another,

And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died!

Well, every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died
 
Last night as I slept

I dreamt I met with behan

I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day

When questioned on his views

On the crux of life’s philosophies

He had but these few clear and simple words to say

I am going, I am going

Any which way the wind may be blowing

I am going, I am going

Where streams of whiskey are flowing

I have cursed, bled and sworn

Jumped bail and landed up in jail

Life has often tried to stretch me

But the rope always was slack

And now that I’ve a pile

I’ll go down to the chelsea

I’ll walk in on my feet

But I’ll leave there on my back

Because I am going, I am going

Any which way the wind may be blowing

I am going, I am going

Where streams of whiskey are flowing

Oh the words that he spoke

Seemed the wisest of philosophies

There’s nothing ever gained

By a wet thing called a tear

When the world is too dark

And I need the light inside of me

I’ll walk into a bar

And drink fifteen pints of beer

Iam going, I am going

Any which way the wind may be blowing

I am going, I am going

Where streams of whiskey are flowing

I am going, I am going

Any which way the wind may be blowing

I am going, I am going

Where streams of whiskey are flowing

Where streams of whiskey are flowing

Where streams of whiskey are flowing
 
Get off my ass you wee bitty fuck

If I pull out the Claymore you're shit outta luck

Who's that girl, that pretty young thing

After I fuck her she'll get up and sing

Aye Aye Aye -- sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye

Aye Aye Aye -- the Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye

Down to the pub for a two shilling ale

The bread on the counter is going stale

If I don't get some fresh bread soon

Gonna punch you in your face and bark at the moon

Aye Aye Aye -- sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye

Aye Aye Aye -- the Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye

Ain't got no girl 'cuz I haven't the time

Got too many other things on me mind

Patty was nice she was pale and cute

But I threw her away like an old piece of fruit

Aye Aye Aye -- sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye

Aye Aye Aye -- the Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye

Got ooze in my pores my feet are all wet

Got mold in my ears but I ain't dead yet

Got stones in me bladder got a crack in me head

When Patty starts cryin' this is what I said

Aye Aye Aye -- sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye

Aye Aye Aye -- the Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye
 
I'll tell you a story of a row in the town,

When the green flag went up and the Crown rag came down,

'Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw,

And they played the best games played in Erin Go Bragh.

One of our comrades was down at Ring's end,

For the honor of Ireland to hold and defend,

He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw,

Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh.

Now here's to Pat Pearse and our comrades who died

Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, McBryde,

And here's to James Connolly who gave one hurrah,

And placed the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh.

One brave English captain was ranting that day,

Saying, "Give me one hour and I'll blow you away,"

But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his craw,

And he died of lead poisoning in Erin Go Bragh.

Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay,

From the South Dublin Union poured death and dismay,

And what was their horror when the Englishmen saw

All the dead khaki soldiers in Erin Go Bragh.

Now here's to old Dublin, and here's her renown,

In the long generation her fame will go down,

And our children will tell how their forefathers saw,

The red blaze of freedom in Erin Go Braugh.
 
Sail away where no ball and chain

Can keep us from the roarin' waves

Together undivided but forever we'll be free

So sail away aboard our rig

The moon is full and so are we

We're seven drunken pirates

We're the seven deadly sins

So the years rolled by and several died

And left us somewhat reelin'

Johnny strummed his Tommy gun

Left blastin' through the ceiling

So what became of rebels

Who sang for you and me?

Grapplin' with their demons

In the search for liberty

Suffers who suffer all

Can swim upon the desert

Where avarice have ravaged all

In spite of good intentions

Don't fill your mouth with gluttony

For pride will surely swell

But nothing's unforgiven in the four corners of hell

Sail away where no ball and chain

Can keep us from the roarin' waves

Together undivided but forever we'll be free

So sail away aboard our rig

The moon is full and so are we

We're seven drunken pirates

We're the seven deadly sins

We're seven drunken pirates

We're the seven deadly sins

Envy and its evil twin

It crept in bed with slander

Idiots they gave advice

But sloth it gave no answer

Anger kills the human soul

With butter tales of lust

While pavlov's Dogs keep chewin'

On the legs they never trust

Sail away where no ball and chain

Can keep us from the roarin' waves

Together undivided but forever we'll be free

So sail away aboard our rig

The moon is full and so are we

We're seven drunken pirates

We're the seven deadly sins

We're seven drunken pirates

We're the seven deadly sins

But It's the only life we'll know

Blagards to the bone

So don't wreck yourself

Take an honest grip

For there's more tales beyond the shore

Ah the years rolled by and several died

And left us somewhat reelin'

In and out came crawlin' out

And spewed upon the ceiling

So what became of rebels"

That sang for you and me

Grapplin; with their demons

In the search for liberty

Sail away where no ball and chain

Can keep us from the roarin' waves

Together undivided but forever we'll be free

So sail away aboard our rig

The moon is full and so are we

We're seven drunken pirates

We're the seven deadly sins

Sail away where no ball and chain

Can keep us from the roarin' waves

Together undivided but forever we'll be free

So sail away aboard our rig

The moon is full and so are we

We're seven drunken pirates

We're the seven deadly sins

We're seven drunken pirates

We're the seven deadly sins

We're seven drunken pirates

We're the seven deadly sins
 
His eyes they closed

and his last breath spoke

he had seen all to be seen

a life once full

now an empty vase

wilt the blossums

on his early grave

walk away me boys

walk away me boys

and by morning we'll be free

wipe that golden tear

from your mother dear

and raise what's left

of the flag for me

then the rosary beads

count them 1 2 3

fell apart as they hit the floor

in a garb of black

we must pay respect

to the color we were born to mourn

walk away me boys

walk away me boys

and by morning we'll be free

wipe that golden tear

from your mother dear

and raise what's left

of the flag for me

In its place grew

an angry festered wound

full of hatered and remourse

where I pick and scratch

till the blood it matched

silent rage that now fills my lungs

for there are many ways

to kill a man they say

with bayonet, axe or sword

but son a bullet fired

from a shapeless guise

just put the shell of a Thompson gun

walk away me boy

walk away me boys

and by morning we'll be free

wipe that golden tear

from your mother dear

and raise what's left

of the flag for me

from the east out to the western shore

where many men and many more will fall

but no angel flys with me tonight

though freedom reigns on all

and curse the name for which

we slaved our days

so every men chose Kingdom Come

But sure as night turns day

it's the passion play

oh my god

what have they done

with madmen rage

well the dogged craze

but the dead rise again you fools

walk away me boy

walk away me boys

and by morning we'll be free

wipe that golden tear

from your mother dear

and raise what's left

of the flag for me

walk away me boy

walk away me boys

and by morning we'll be free

wipe that golden tear

from your mother dear

and raise what's left

of the flag for me
 
O the year was 1778

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

A letter of marque came from the king

To the scummiest vessel I've ever seen

God damn them all

I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns, shed no tears

Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,

The last of Barrett's Privateers

2. O Elcid Barrett cried the town

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

For twenty brave men all fishermen who

Would make for him the Antelope's crew

God damn them all . . . .

3. The Antelope sloop was a sickening site

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

She'd list to the port and her sails in rags

And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags

God damn them all . . . .

4. On the King's birthday we put to sea

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

Ninety-one days to Montego Bay

Pumping like madmen all the way

God damn them all . . . .

5. On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

When a great big Yankee hove in sight

With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight

God damn them all . . . .

6. The Yankee lay low down with gold

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

She was broad and fat and loose in stays

But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days

God damn them all . . . .

7. Then at length she stood two cables away

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

Our cracked four-pounders made awful din

But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in

God damn them all . . . .

8. The Antelope shook and pitched on her side

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs

And the main truck carried off both me legs

God damn them all . . . .

9. Now here I lay in my twenty-third year

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

It's been six years since we sailed away

And I just made Halifax yesterday

God damn them all . . . .
 
As I was a-goin' over Gilgarra Mountain

I spied Colonel Farrell, and his money he was countin'.

First I drew my pistols and then I drew my rapier,

Sayin' "Stand and deliver, for I am your bold receiver."

Musha ringum duram da,

Whack fol the daddy-o,

There's whiskey in the jar.

He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny;

I put it in my pocket to take home to darlin' Jenny.

She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me,

Bu the devil take the women, for they always lie so easy!

Musha rungum duram da

I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber,

To dream of gold and girls, and of course it was no wonder:

Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,

Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.

Musha rungum duram da

Next mornin' early, before I rose for travel,

A-came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell.

I goes to draw my pistol, for she'd stole away my rapier,

But a prisoner I was taken, I couldn't shoot the water.

Musha rungum duram da

They put me into jail with a judge all a-writin':

For robbin' Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain.

But they didn't take me fists and I knocked the jailer down

And bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town.

Musha ringum duram da

I'd like to find me brother, the one who's in the army;

I don't know where he's stationed, be it Cork or in Killarney.

Together we'd go roamin' o'er the mountains of Kilkenny,

And I swear he'd treat me fairer than my darlin' sportin' Jenny!

Musha ringum duram da

There's some takes delight in the carriages and rollin',

Some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin',

But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,

Courtin' pretty maids in the mornin', o so early!

Musha ringum duram da
 
I met my love by the gas works wall

Dreamed a dream by the old canal

Kissed a girl by the factory wall

Dirty old town

Dirty old town

Clouds a drifting across the moon

Cats a prowling on their beat

Spring’s a girl in the street at night

Dirty old town

Dirty old town

Heard a siren from the docks

Saw a train set the night on fire

Smelled the spring on the smoky wind

Dirty old town

Dirty old town

I’m going to make me a good sharp axe

Shining steel tempered in the fire

Will chop you down like an old dead tree

Dirty old town

Dirty old town
 
heres alittle flogging molly that i like:

well i stumbled in at 2 a.m. all drunk and full of smoke

my wife said i have had enough, im sick, thats it, get out!

so i stumbled down to kellys pub across the edge of town

and i told the boys me story and we had another round

we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!

we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!

and if i see a pretty girl, ill sleep with her tonight!

we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!

and mary mcgregor, she was a pretty whore

she'd always greet you with a smile and never lock her door

but on the day she died, all the men in town did weep

for mary mcgregor finally got some sleep

we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!

we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!

and if i see a pretty girl, ill sleep with her tonight!

we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!

well i once loved a girl, a child im told

i gave her my heart and she gave me a cold

so now i sit standing here out in the pouring rain

ill stumble back to kellys pub and cry away me pain

we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!

we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!

and if i see a pretty girl, ill sleep with her tonight!

we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!
 
Her breath began to speak

As she stood right in front of me

The colour of her eyes

Were the colour of insanity

Crushed beneath her wave

Like a ship, I could not reach her shore

We’re all just dancers on the Devil’s Dance Floor

Well swing a little more, little more o’er the merry-o

Swing a little more, a little more next to me

Swing a little more, little more o’er the merry-o

Swing a little more, on the Devil’s Dance Floor

Pressed against her face

I could feel her insecurity

Her mother’d been a drunk

And her father was obscurity

But nothin’ ever came

From a life that was a simple one

So pull yourself together girl

And have a little fun

Well she took me by the hand

I could see she was a fiery one

Her legs ran all the way

Up to heaven and past Avalon

Tell me somethin’ girl, what it is you have in store

She said come with me now

On the Devil’s Dance Floor

Well swing a little more, little more o’er the merry-o

Swing a little more, a little more next to me

Swing a little more, little more o’er the merry-o

Swing a little more, on the Devil’s Dance Floor

Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor

Swing a little more, a little more o'er the merry-o

Swing a little more, a little more next to me

Swing a little more, a little more o'er the merry-o

Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor

The apple now is sweet

Oh much sweeter than it ought to be

Another little bite

I don’t think there is much hope for me

The sweat beneath her brow

Travels all the way

An’ headin’ south

This bleedin’ heart’s cryin’

Cause there’s no way out

Well swing a little more, little more o’er the merry-o

Swing a little more, a little more next to me

Swing a little more, little more o’er the merry-o

Swing a little more, on the Devil’s Dance Floor

Swing a little more, a little more o'er the merry-o

Swing a little more, a little more next to me

Swing a little more, a little more o'er the merry-o

Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor

Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor

Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
 
I play in a band

We're the best in the land

We're big in both Chelsea and France

I play one mean guitar and then score at the bar

There's a line of chicks waiting for their chance

So come on now honey, I'll make you feel pretty

These other gals mean nothing to me

Let's finish these drinks and be gone for the night

'Cause I'm more than a handfull you'll see

[Chorus:]

So kiss me, I'm shitfaced

and i'm soaked and i'm soiled and brown in the trousers,

She kissed me!

And I only bought her one round

I can bench press a car

I'm an ex football star

with degrees from both Harvard and Yale

Girls just can't keep up

I'm a real love machine

I've had far better sex while in jail

I designed the Sears tower

I make two grand an hour

I cook the world's best duck flambe

I'll take the pick of the litter

And girls jockey for me

I don't need these lines to get laid

[Chorus]

I'm the man of the night

A real ladies delight

See, my figure was chisled from stone

One more for the gal then I'll escort her home

Come last call, I'm never alone

I own a house on the hill with a red water bed

It puts Hugh Heffnor's mansion to shame

With girls by the pool and italian sports cars

I'm just here in this dump for the game

[Chorus x2]

Ahh, fuck it. Who am I shittin'?

I'm a pitiful sight

And I ain't all that bright

I'm definitly not chisled from stone

I'm a cheat and a liar

No woman's desire

I'll probably die cold and alone

But just give me a chance

Cause deep down inside

I swear I got a big heart of gold

I'm a monogamous man

No more one night stands

Come on, honey, let me take you home
 
Pack it up, pack it in

Let me begin

I came to win

Battle me that's a sin

I won't tear the sack up

Punk you'd better back up

Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up

Get up, stand up, come on!

Come on, throw your hands up

If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling

Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk

Yo, I'll bust em in the eye

And then I'll take the punks home

Feel it, funk it

Amps it are junking

And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking

Donuts shop

Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill

Plus my mom and my pops

[Chorus]

I came to get down [2x]

So get out your seats and jump around

Jump around [3x]

Jump up Jump up and get down

Jump [18x]

I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe

If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho

Word to your moms I came to drop bombs

I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms

And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned

Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned

Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none

So if you come to battle bring a shotgun

But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death

Try and step to me you'll take your last breath

I gots the skill, come get your fill

Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill

[Chorus]

Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump around

I'm no clown, I get down

To the funk, listen to the wig out

And step to the rear, dear, cause I'm here

The P to the E to the T E rockin'

The runs in your stockin'

So hon, put the lock in

Chillin' with the House Of Pain

Blood stains the ground

Huh, I jump around

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top

I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop

Or better yet a terminator

Like Arnold Schwarzenegger

Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega

But I ain't going out like no punk bitch

Get used to one style and you know I might switch

It up up and around, then buck buck you down

Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead

I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya

Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya
 
you know a country is kickass when their pub songs are considered tradtional

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street

A gentleman, Irish, mighty odd;

He had a brogue both rich and sweet

And to rise in the world he carried a hod.

Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' way

With a love of the whiskey he was born

And to help him on with his work each day

He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn

Chorus:

Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner

Whirl the floor, your trotters shake;

Wasn't it the truth I told you

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

One mornin' Tim was feelin' full

His head was heavy which made him shake;

He fell from the ladder and broke his skull

And they carried him home his corpse to wake.

They 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.

Chorus ...

His friends assembled at the wake

And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,

First they brought in tay and cake

Then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch.

Biddy O'Brien began to bawl

"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?

"O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"

Arragh, hold your gob said Paddy McGhee!

Chorus ...

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job

"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"

Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob

And left her sprawlin' on the floor.

And then the war did soon engage

'Twas woman to woman and man to man,

Shillelagh law was all the rage

And a row and a ruction soon began.

Chorus ...

Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head

When a noggin of whiskey flew at him,

It missed, and falling on the bed

The liquor scattered over Tim!

The corpse revives! See how he rises!

Tim Finnegan rising from the bed,

Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes

Thanum an Dhul! Do you think I'm dead?"

 
The Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many a year

And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,

And now I'm returning with gold in great store

And I never will play the wild rover no more.

chorus: And it's no, nay, never,

No nay never no more,

Will I play the wild rover

No never no more.

I went to an ale-house I used to frequent

And I told the landlady my money was spent.

I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay

Such a custom as yours I could have any day."

chorus

I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright

And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.

She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best

And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest."

chorus

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done

And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.

And if they caress (forgive) me as ofttimes before

Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.

chorus

 
all for Me Grog

CHORUS

well it’s All For Me Grog me jolly jolly grog

all for me beer and tobacco

well I spent all me tin on the ladies drinkin gin

across the western ocean I will wander

Well it’s all for me boots me noggin noggin boots

gone for me beer and tobacco

well the heels are worn ot

and the toes are kicked about

and the sole is lookin out for better weather CHORUS

well it’s all for me shirt me noggin noggin shirt

all for me beer and tobacco

well the collar it is worn

and the sleeves they are all torn

the tail is looking out for better weather CHORUS

Well I’m sick in the head and I haven’t been to bed

since I’ve been ashore for me slumber

well I spent all me dough

on the ladies don’t ye know

across the western ocean I will wander CHORUS

Well it’s all for me stout, my Guinness Guinness stout

all for me beer and tobacco

Well I drank a pint of stout

but it’s clear coming out

and the head is looking out for better weather!

 
my personal favorite

Beer, Beer, Beer (Ballad of Charlie Mopps)

A long time ago, way back in history,

When all they had to drink was nothing but cups of tea,

Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mopps,

And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops (hops hops hops hops, etc)

Chorus:

He might 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 our hearts with cheer.

God bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer beer beer tiddily beer beer beer

When beer was first invented it was very very dear,

Fancy paying a chaser for a glorious glass of beer,

People of the day were foolish so they say,

They used to chew the hops and throw the beer away.

A bushel of hops, a barrel of malt, you stir it around with a stick

The sort of lubrication to make your engine tick

40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks

It's only fourpence ha'penny a pint and a shilling and tuppence in tax

Chorus:

He might 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 our hearts with cheer.

God bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer beer beer tiddily beer beer beer

Here in [substitute your own locale/town] we drink beer a lot.

Down at [substitute your pub] on a Saturday night, the pace gets rather hot.

We'll drink a pint, or sometimes two, it's cool and fresh and clear:

God bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer.

The purest bar, the fanciest pub, this hole in the wall as well

One thing you can be sure of, it's Charlie's beer they sell

So come on all you lucky lads, eleven o'clock she stops

Quiet for five short seconds to remember Charlie Mopps... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Chorus:

He might 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 our hearts with cheer.

God bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer beer beer tiddily beer beer beer

You can talk about inventors of today being up to date,

Our animated pictures and our photographs so great,

But the greatest inventor of them all, to me is plain and clear,

It's Charlie Mopps the man who invented beer.

The day that Charlie died he came to Heaven's gate,

He said to old St Peter now tell me how I rate,

Saint Peter looked at him and said, "now who the Hell are you",

He said I'm Charlie Mopps, Saint Peter said straight through.

Chorus:

He might 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 our hearts with cheer.

God bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer beer beer tiddily beer beer beer

We'll all miss Charlie Mopps!

 
The Moonshiner

CHORUS

I'm a rambler I'm a gambler I'm a long way from home

and if you don't like me than leave me alone

I'll eat when I'm hungry and I'll drink when I'm dry

and if moonshine don't kill me I'll live till I die

I've been a moonshiner for manys a year

I spent all my money on whiskey and beer

I'll go to some hollow and set up my still

and I'll make you a gallon for a ten shilling bill CHORUS

I'll go to some hallow in this country

ten gallons of wash I can go on a spree

no women to follow the word is all mine

and I love none so well as I love the moonshine CHORUS

Oh moonshine Oh moonshine Oh how I love thee

you killed my ould father but will you try me

Oh bless all moonshiners and bless all moonshine

Oh it's breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine CHORUS

If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck

I'd swim to the bottom and drink my way up

but the ocean ain't whiskey and I ain't a duck

so I'll stick to wild women and trust in my luck CHORUS

 
Whiskey Your the Devil

CHORUS

Whiskey you're the Devil, you're leading me astray

Over hills and mountains and to Amerikay

You're sweeter, stronger, decenter

You're spunkier nor tay

Oh whiskey you're me darlin' drunk or sober.

Oh, now brave boys are on the march off for Portugal and Spain

Drums are beating, banners flying

The Devil at home we'll come tonight

Oh, love fare thee well

With me tiddery idle loodle la dem da

Me tiddery idle loodle la dem da

Me right fol tor ra laddy o

There's whiskey in the jar.

Said the mother do not wrong me

Don't take me daughter from me

For if you do I will torment you

And after death my ghost will haunt you

Oh, love fare thee well

With me tiddery idle loodle la dem da

Me tiddery idle loodle la dem da

Me right fol tor ra laddy o

There's whiskey in the jar.

Now the French are fightin' bouldly

Men are dying hot and couldly

Give every man his flask of powder

His firelock on his shoulder,

Oh, love fare thee well

With me tiddery idle loodle la dem da

Me tiddery idle loodle la dem da

Me right fol tor ra laddy o

There's whiskey in the jar.

 
Barrets Privaters, but that was already posted... so im going to go with "Jackey's Gin" by Great Big Sea.

When I was a young man I was lead astray,

I met with a body down in Logy Bay,

We went out in a weather, we wore out our shoes,

And up Kingsway road for a drink or two.

Drink 'er up boys its well after ten!

Drink 'er up boys its well after ten!

Some people say that the pinky is fine,

Others will swear by a drop of moonshine,

But as for myself I'm a bottle of each,

mixed in with a gallon of dipper or screech.

Drink 'er up boys its well after ten!

Drink 'er up boys its well after ten!

It's the old shavin' lotion thats made me this way,

Sweeter than Pepsi and stronger than tea,

And when in the evening when we're feeling fine,

We'll stop into Jakey's for icon and shine,

Drink 'er up boys its well after ten!

Drink 'er up boys its well after ten!

Its the old shavin' lotion thats made me this way,

Sweeter than Pepsi and stronger than tea,

And when in the morning when I'm feeling rough,

I curse ol' Jakey who sold me this stuff

Drink 'er up boys its well after ten!

Drink 'er up boys its well after ten!

Drink 'er up boys its well after ten!

Drink 'er up boys its well after ten!
 
Weila Waila

And there was an ould woman and she lived in the wood,

weila, weila, waila

There was an ould woman and she lived in the wood,

Down by the river Sáile

She had a baby three months old,

weila, weila, waila

She had a baby three months old

Down by the river Sáile

She had a penknife long and sharp,

weila, weila, waila

She had a penknife long and sharp

Down by the river Sáile

She stuck the penknife in the baby's heart,

weila, weila, waila

She stuck the penknife in the baby's heart

Down by the river Sáile

There was three loud knocks

came a-knocking on the door,

weila, weila, waila

Three loud knocks

came a-knocking on the door

Down by the river Sáile

There was two policemen and a man,

weila, weila, waila

Two policemen and a man

Down by the river Sáile

They took her away

and they pulled her into jail,

weila, weila, waila

They took her away

and they pulled her into jail

Down by the river Sáile

They put a rope around her neck,

weila, weila, waila

They put a rope around her neck

Down by the river Sáile

They pulled the rope and she go hung,

weila, weila, waila

They pulled the rope and she got hung

Down by the river Sáile

Now that was the end

of the woman in the wood,

weila, weila, waila

That was the end of the baby too

Down by the river Sáile

 
You'll have to excuse me,

I'm not at my best

I've been gone for a month

I've been drunk since I left.

These so-called vacations will

Soon be my death

I'm so sick from the drink

I need home for a rest....

We arrived in December

And London was cold,

We stayed in the bars

Along Jarring cross road.

We never saw nothing

But brass-tops and nook.

Kept a shine on the bar

With the sleeves of our coats.

You'll have to excuse me,

I'm not at my best

I've been gone for a week

I've been drunk since I left.

These so-called vacations will

Soon be my death

I'm so sick from the drink

I need home for a rest....

Take me home!

Houston station

The train's heading North,

In the bucket car

We looked back and forth.

I stole crooked dice

Through Yorkshire's green fields

We were flung into dance

As the train jigged and reeled.

You'll have to excuse me,

I'm not at my best

I've been gone for a week

I've been drunk since I left.

These so-called vacations will

Soon be my death

I'm so sick from the drink

I need home for a rest....

Take me home!

By the light of the moon,

She drift through the streets,

A rare old perfume

So seductive and sweet

She teases and flirts

As the pubs all close down,

Then walk us on home

And deny us a round.

You'll have to excuse me,

I'm not at my best

I've been gone for a month

I've been drunk since I left.

These so-called vacations will

Soon be my death

I'm so sick from the drink

I need home for a rest....

Take me home!

The gas heat is empty

It's damn past two

The spirits we drank

Left ghosts in the room

I'm asking again

Come on, please take me soon,

And don't lift my head

Til the twelve bells at noon!

You'll have to excuse me,

I'm not at my best

I've been gone for a week

I've been drunk since I left.

These so-called vacations will

Soon be my death

I'm so sick from the drink

I need home for a rest....

Take me home!
 
Bog in the valley

Chorus (i drink everytime the chorus is sung)

O-ro the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o

O-ro the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o

And in that bog there was a tree, a rare tree, a rattlin' tree

With the tree in the bog

And the bog down in the valley-o.

Chorus

Now on that tree there was a limb, a rare limb, a rattlin' limb

With the limb on the tree and the tree in the bog

And the bog down in the valley-o.

Chorus

Now on that limb there was a branch, a rare branch, a rattlin' branch

With the branch on the limb and the limb on the tree and the tree in the bog

And the bog down in the valley-o.

Chorus

Now on that branchthere was a twig, it was a rare twig, a rattlin twig

with the twig on the branch the brach on the limb the limb on the tree the tree on the bog

and the bog down in the vally-o

Chorus

Now on that twig there was a nest, a rare nest a rattlin nest

with the nest on a twig the twig on a branch a branch on a limb a limb on a tree a tree on a bog

and a bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

Now in that nest there was an egg a rare egg a rattlin egg

add to previous

chorus

add bird

chorus

add feather

chorus

(should complete)

now on that feather ther was a flea a rare flea a rattlin flea

with a flea on a feather a feather on a bird a bird on an egg an egg on a nest a nest on a twig a twig on a branch a branch on a limb a limb on a tree a tree in a bog

and a bog fdown in the valley-o

chorus twice

chords Key of D

DGDA7

DGDA7-D

 
There's a nice wee lass and her name is Mary Mack

Make no mistake, she's the miss I'm goin' to take

There's a lot of other chaps who would get up on her track

But I'm thinking they'll have to get up early

Mary Mack's faither's makin' Mary Mack marry me

My faither's makin' me marry Mary Mack

And I'm goin' tae marry Mary tae get married an' take care of me

We´ll all be making merry when I marry Mary Mack

This wee lass she has a lot of brass

She has a lot of gas, her faither thinks I'm class

And I'd be a silly ass tae let the matter pass

For her faither thinks she suits me fairly

Mary Mack's faither's makin' Mary Mack marry me

My faither's makin' me marry Mary Mack

And I'm goin' tae marry Mary tae get married an' take care of me

We´ll all be making merry when I marry Mary Mack

Noo Mary and her mither gang an awful lot togither

In fact you niver see the one, or the one without the ither

And the fellow often wonder if its Mary or her mither

Or the both of them together that I'm courting

Mary Mack's faither's makin' Mary Mack marry me

My faither's makin' me marry Mary Mack

And I'm goin' tae marry Mary tae get married an' take care of me

We´ll all be making merry when I marry Mary Mack

Noo the weddin day's on Wednesday and everything's arranged

Her name will soon be changed tae mine, unless her mind be changed

And we makin' the arrangements, faith, I'm just aboot deranged

For marriage is an awful undertakin'

Mary Mack's faither's makin' Mary Mack marry me

My faither's makin' me marry Mary Mack

And I'm goin' tae marry Mary tae get married an' take care of me

We´ll all be making merry when I marry Mary Mack

It's sure tae be a grand affair and grander than a fair

A coach and pair for rich and poor and every pair that's there

We'll dine upon the finest fare, I'm sure tae get my share

If I don't we'll all be very much mistaken
 
For Boston for Boston, we sing our proud refrain for Boston for Boston 'tis wisdom's earthly fame

for here are all one and our hearts are true and the towers on the heights reach the heavens own blue.

for boston for boston 'til the echoes ring agin!

For Boston for Boston thy glory is our own

for Boston for Boston 'tis here that truth is known

and ever with a right shall our heirs be found 'til time shall be no more and thy work is crowned

for Boston for Boston thy glory is our own!

Dropkick Murphy's - For Boston
 
I can bench press a car

I'm an ex fopotball star,

with degrees from both harvard and yale,

girls just can't keep up, I'm a real love machine,

I've had bfar bettter sex while in jailk

I decined the seis tower, I make two grand an hour

I cook, the best duck flambayyyyy

SO KJISSS MEEE EIM SHITFACEEEED
 
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen, and down the mountain side

The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying

'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying

And I am dead, as dead I well may be

You'll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me

And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be

If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
 
Who dares to speak of Donegal

You get kicks in the bars and kicks in the balls

The harp that played in Tara's halls

Is burning on the dump

Virginia is a gin town

Belturbot is a sin town

And all the boys from Skintown

Are in England on the lump

Got pissed in Letterkenny

With darlin' sportin' Jenny

Spent me very last penny

And we made it in the press

The husband caught me in the bed

Tried to shoot me in the head

Had to swim the stream to get

The Donegal Express

Kahaya! You fuck!

Come Hell of high water

I might have fucked your Missus

But I never fucked your daughter

Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

As sure as I'm Father Emmett

I've a King Dong down me Semmett

As any girl will tell you

From Cavan down to Clare

Back in sweet Virginia

In the toilet with Lavinia

I nearly fucked her brains out

And tore her party dress

A shit, a shave, a shower

And half a pint of powers

Then off again to get on board

The Donegal Express

Kahaya! You fuck!

Come Hell of high water

I might have fucked your Missus

But I never fucked your daughter

Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

Kahaya! You fuck!

Come Hell of high water

I might have fucked your Missus

But I never fucked your daughter

Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

 
Whistling Gypsy came over the hill,

Down thru the valley so shady;

He whistled and he sang

til the greenwood rang,

And he won the heart of a lady.

A dee do a dee do die day,

A dee do a dee day-o

He whistled and he sang

Til the greenwood rang,

And he won the heart of a lady.

2. She left her father's castle gate,

she left her fair young lover;

She left her servants

And her estate

to follow the gypsy rover.

A dee do a dee do die day,

A dee do a dee day-o

She left her servants

And her estate

to follow the gypsy rover.

3. She left behind her velvet gown,

And shoes of Spanish leather;

They whistled and they sang

Till the greenwood rang,

As they rode off together.

A dee do a dee do die day,

A dee do a dee day-o

They whistled and they sang

Till the greenwood rang,

As they rode off together.

4. Last night she slept on a goose feather bed

With silken sheets for cover;

Tonight she sleeps

On the cold, cold ground

Beside her gypsy lover.

A dee do a dee do die day,

A dee do a dee day-o

Tonight she sleeps

On the cold, cold ground

Beside her gypsy lover.

5. Her father saddled up his fastest steed

And roamed the valleys all over

Sought his daughter

At great speed

And the whistling gypsy rover.

A dee do a dee do die day,

A dee do a dee day-o

Sought his daughter

At great speed

And the whistling gypsy rover.

6. He came at last to a mansion fine,

Down by the river Claydee

And there was music

And there was wine,

For the gypsy and his lady.

A dee do a dee do die day,

A dee do a dee day-o

And there was music

And there was wine,

For the gypsy and his lady.

7. "He is no gypsy, my father" she said

"But lord of these lands all over,

And I shall stay

'til my dying day

With my whistling gypsy rover."

A dee do a dee do die day,

A dee do a dee day-o

And I shall stay

'til my dying day

With my whistling gypsy rover."

 
Flogging Molly may have done the song at one point, but the band Buck O Nine also has that song on two cd's : Hellos and Goodbyes and Songs in the Key of Bree.

The FLogging Molly song on warped 2004 cd is To Youth
 
Well General Taylor gained the day

Walk him along, John, Carry him along

Well General Taylor he gained the day

Carry him to his bury'n ground

[Chorus:]

Tell me way, hey, you stormy

Walk him along, John, carry him along

Tel me way, hey, you stormy

Carry him to his bury'n ground

We'll dig his grave with a silver spade

Walk him along, John, Carry him along

His shroud of the finest silk will be made

Carry him to his bury'n ground

[Chorus]

We'll lower him down on a golden chain

Walk him along, John, Carry him along

On every inch we'll carve his name

Carry him to his bury'n ground

[Chorus]

General Taylor he's all the go

Walk him along, John, Carry him along

He's gone where the stormy winds won't blow

Carry him to his bury'n ground

[Chorus]

General Taylor he's dead and he's gone

Walk him along, John, Carry him along

Well General Taylor he's long dead and gone

Carry him to his bury'n ground

[Chorus 2x]
 
wow, i love how 90% of those songs are not even irish, sure their was the one IRA song, but cmon, baretts privateers is about fricken privateers in Canada, home for a rest is from london, that drink and fight song, as irish as 90% of boston thinks they are but really, not so much.

real irish songs, are like fields of athery, etc,

just because its a drinking song doesnt mean its irish. End rant
 
well all the ones i ve listed are good ole irish drinking tunes

wild rover

whiskey your the devil

all for me grog

weila walla

bog in the valley

beer beer beer

and here is another

johnsons motor car

It was down by Brannigan's corner one morning I did stray.

I met a fellow rebel and to me he did say

He had orders from our Captain to assemble at Dunbar

But how were we to get there without a motor car.

Oh Barney dear be of good cheer I'll tell you what you'll do.

The Specials they are plentiful but the I.R.A. are few,

We'll send a wire to Johnson to meet us at Stranrar

And we'll give the boys a jolly good drive in Johnson's Motor Car.

When Doctor Johnson heard the news he soon put on his shoes

He said this is an urgent case, there is not time to lose,

He then put on his castor hat and on his breast a star,

You could hear the din going through Glen Fin of Johnson's

Motor Car.

But when he got to the Railway Bridge, the rebels he saw there,

Ould Johnson knew the game was up for at him they did stare;

He said I have a permit to travel near and far,

To hell with your English permit, we want your motor car.

What will my loyal brethren think when they hear the news

My car it has been commandeered by the rebels at Dunluce,

We'll give you a receipt for it, all signed by Captain Barr

When Ireland gets her freedom, then you'll get your motor car.

Well they put that car in motion and they filled it to the brim

With guns and bayonets shining, which made ould Johmon grim.

Then Barney hoisted the Sinn Fein flag and it fluttered like a star,

And we gave three cheers for the I.R.A. and Johnson's motor car.

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In the merry month of June, From my home I started,

Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,

Saluted me father dear, Kissed me darling mother,

Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,

Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,

Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,

In a brand new pair of brogues, go rattling o'er the bogs,

Frightening all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five

In Mullingar last night, I rested limbs so weary,

Started by daylight, Next morning bright and early,

Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinking,

That's the Paddy's cure, When he's on the drinking.

See the lassies smile, Laughing all the while,

At me darling style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubbling.

Asked me was I hired, The wages I required,

Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,

To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.

Decided to take a stroll, All among the quality,

My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;

Something crossed my mind, When I looked behind;

No bundle could I find, Upon me stick a wobbling.

Enquiring for a rogue, They said me Connacht brogue,

Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

From there I got away, Me spirits never failing

Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing;

Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,

then I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,

Down among the pigs played some funny rigs,

Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubbling,

When off to Holyhead, Wished myself was dead,

Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,

Called meself a fool; I could no longer stand it;

Blood began to boil, Temper I was losing,

Poor old Erin's isle They began abusing,

"Hurrah my soul," sez I, Let the shillelagh fly;

Some Galway boys were nigh, Saw I was a hobbling,

With a loud hurray, They joined me in the fray.

Soon we cleared the way, O'er the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

One, two, three, four, five

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
 
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