You're favorite Irish songs boys?

"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"

George Street is the shit!

 
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A long time ago, when

the Earth was green

There was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen

They'd run around free while the Earth was being born

And the loveliest of all was the unicorn

There was green

alligators and long-necked geese

Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees

Some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born

The loveliest of all was the unicorn

The Lord seen some

sinning and it gave Him pain

And He says, "Stand back, I'm going to make it rain"

He says, "Hey Noah, I'll tell you what to do

Build me a floating zoo,

and take some of those...

Green alligators

and long-necked geese

Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees

Some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born

Don't you forget My unicorns

Old Noah was there

to answer the call

He finished up making the ark just as the rain started to fall

He marched the animals two by two

And he called out as they came through

Hey Lord,

I've got green alligators

and long-necked geese

Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees

Some cats and rats and elephants, but Lord, I'm so forlorn

I just can't find no unicorns"

And Noah looked out

through the driving rain

Them unicorns were hiding, playing silly games

Kicking and splashing while the rain was falling

Oh, them silly unicorns

There was green

alligators and long-necked geese

Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees

Noah cried, "Close the door because the rain is falling

And we just can't wait for no unicorns"

The ark started moving,

it drifted with the tide

The unicorns looked up from the rocks and they cried

And the waters came down and sort of floated them away

That's why you never see unicorns to this very day

You'll see green

alligators and long-necked geese

Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees

Some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born

You're never gonna see no unicorns

 
If you're Irish come into the parlour,

There's a welcome there for you;

If your name is Timothy or Pat,

So long as you come from Ireland,

There's a welcome on the mat,

If you come from the Mountains of Mourne,

Or Killarney's lakes so blue,

We'll sing you a song and we'll make a fuss,

Whoever you are you are one of us,

If you're Irish, this is the place for you!

In sweet Limerick Town, they say,

Lived a chap named Patrick John Molloy.

Once he sailed to U.S.A.

His luck in foreign parts he thought he'd try.

Now he's made his name, and is a wealthy man,

He put a bit away for a rainy day;

So if you gaze upon

The house of Patrick John,

You'll find a notice that goes on to say:

If you're Irish come into the parlour,

There's a welcome there for you;

If your name is Timothy or Pat,

So long as you come from Ireland,

There's a welcome on the mat,

If you come from the Mountains of Mourne,

Or Killarney's lakes so blue,

We'll sing you a song and we'll make a fuss,

Whoever you are you are one of us,

If you're Irish, this is the place for you!

Patrick loved the girl he wed,

But he could not stand his Ma-n-aw,

Once with joy he turned quite red,

When she got into trouble thro' her jaw.

Six police they had to take her to the Court,

She was informed a month she would have to do,

So Patrick quickly wrote

Up to the Judge a note

Explaining, "Sir, I'm much obliged to you!"
 
didn't read the thread, so i don't know if it's been posted already, but:

Could've been the whiskey

Might've been the gin

Could've been the three or four six-packs,

I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in

My head is like a football

I think I'm going to die

Tell me, me oh, me oh my

Wasn't that a party

Someone took a grapefruit

Wore it like a hat

I saw someone under my kitchen table

Talking to my old tom cat

They were talking about hockey

The cat was talking back

Long about then every-thing went black

Wasn't that a party

I'm sure it's just my memory

Playing tricks on me

But I think I saw my buddy

Cutting down my neighbour's tree

Could've been the whiskey

Might've been the gin

Could've been the three or four six-packs,

I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in

My head is like a football

I think I'm going to die

Tell me, me oh, me oh my

Wasn't that a party

Billy, Joe and Tommy

Well they went a little far

They were sittin' in my back yard, blowing on a sireen

From somebody's police car

So you see, Your Honour

It was all in fun

The little bitty track meet down on main street

Was just to see if the cops could run

Well they run us in to see you

In an alcoholic haze

I sure can use those thirty days

To re-cover from the party

Could've been the whiskey

Might've been the gin

Could've been the three or four six-packs,

I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in

My head is like a football

I think I'm going to die

Tell me, me oh, me oh my

Wasn't that a party
 
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