Defend The Stout

by Dublin Public

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1.
By a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl call-ing "Michael , they are taking you away" For you stole Treveleyns corn So the young might see the morn Now 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 Its so lonely round the Fields of Athenry By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling, Nothing matters Mary when your 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 Its so lonely round the Fields of Athenry By a lonely harbour wall She watched the last star falling As the prison ship sailed out against the sky. Sure she’ll wait and hope and pray, For her love in Botany Bay. Its 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 Its so lonely round the Fields of Athenry Its so lonely round the Fields of Athenry
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Early Sunday mornings to me uncles farm I go To feed the pigs & chickens, milk the cows when they are full To keep me in good company I bring along the Devil’s drink And when I’m done I drink for fun and here is what I sing Oh Whiskey Pig get over her I want to eat your crispy ear Then drink some bacon whiskey shots and then we’ll see if we can walk Load that piggy full of whiskey, stoke the fire until he’s crispy Lets refine some piggy wine, I’m piss drunk from eating swine Oh Whiskey Pig, oh Whiskey Pig he can’t forgive What we did I drank my share and then some and proceeded to pass out In a dream a brilliant thing I started to work out I took my 2 most favorite things and combined them into one Mix the whiskey and the swine it’s sure to be devine! Oh Whiskey Pig get over her I want to eat your crispy ear Then drink some bacon whiskey shots and then we’ll see if we can walk Load that piggy full of whiskey, stoke the fire until he’s crispy Lets refine some piggy wine, I’m piss drunk from eating swine Oh Whiskey Pig, oh Whiskey Pig he can’t forgive What we did Awakened from my slumber by the sounds of squealing fright Apparently while sleeping I tried to take a bite The Idea I had still lingering so I told me uncle Bean He loved it so then got to work and here is what we sing Oh Whiskey Pig get over her I want to eat your crispy ear Then drink some bacon whiskey shots and then we’ll see if we can walk Load that piggy full of whiskey, stoke the fire until he’s crispy Lets refine some piggy wine, I’m piss drunk from eating swine Oh Whiskey Pig, oh Whiskey Pig he can’t forgive What we did Now fusing drink & pig is not as simple as I thought We soaked and rubbed, injected him and gave him straight up shots We tried so many different things oh where did we go wrong? Uncle Bean began to cry yelling ALL THE WHISKEYS GONE!!! Oh Whiskey Pig get over her I want to eat your crispy ear Then drink some bacon whiskey shots and then we’ll see if we can walk Load that piggy full of whiskey, stoke the fire until he’s crispy Lets refine some piggy wine, I’m piss drunk from eating swine Oh Whiskey Pig, oh Whiskey Pig he can’t forgive He won’t forgive Oh Please forgive What we did What we did What we did What we did
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Where grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way, But give me enough of that rare old stuff, that's made near Galway Bay. And policemen from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too, We'll give them a slip and we'll take a sip, of the rare old Mountain Dew. Hi the dithery idle day, ditheri oodle idle day, Dithery oo di dithery i day Hi the dither idlo day, ditheri oodle idle day, Dithery oo di dithery i day At the top of the hill there's a neat little still, where the smoke curls up in the sky; By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, that there's poteen brewing nearby; It fills the air with an odor rare, and betwixt both me and you, When home we roll we'll take a bowl, or a bucket of the Mountain Dew. Hi the dithery idle day, ditheri oodle idle day, Dithery oo di dithery i day Hi the dither idlo day, ditheri oodle idle day, Dithery oo di dithery i day Now learned men who use the pen, they sing your praises high That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye; Throw away your pills, it will cure all ills, Pagan or Christian or Jew Take off your coat and grease your throat, with the rare old Mountain Dew Hi the dithery idle day, ditheri oodle idle day, Dithery oo di dithery i day Hi the dither idlo day, ditheri oodle idle day, Dithery oo di dithery i day Where grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way, But give me enough of that rare old stuff, that's made near Galway Bay. And policemen from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too, We'll give them a slip and we'll take a sip, of the rare old Mountain Dew. Hi the dithery idle day, ditheri oodle idle day, Dithery oo di dithery i day Hi the dither idlo day, ditheri oodle idle day, Dithery oo di dithery i day Hi the dithery idle day, ditheri oodle idle day, Dithery oo di dithery i day Hi the dither idlo day, ditheri oodle idle day, Dithery oo di dithery i day
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There comes a time for every boy About to be a man When a mate puts for the first time A cold beer in his hands Nothing in the world compares To drinking your first brew But lad I think there’s something He forgot to tell to you Defend the Stout, Defend the Stout! The one I can’t live without It’s the frothy black liquidation That’s fuel for me fornication There is no finer in the land So put one right here in me hand When a bloke belts out a cheer And raises up his yellow beer I scoff & sneer, grumble & leer It makes me wanna die! Trust me lads I wouldn’t lie There’s no shadow of a doubt Defend the Stout Many a beer brewed ‘round the world You might be keen to taste So don’t ya be just settling On one or two in haste Try ales, lagers, and porters They should never be left out But if ya be of Irish blood You’ll be orderin’ your first stout Defend the Stout, Defend the Stout! The one I can’t live without It’s the frothy black liquidation That’s fuel for me fornication There is no finer in the land So put one right here in me hand When a bloke belts out a cheer And raises up his yellow beer I scoff & sneer, grumble & leer It makes me wanna die! Trust me lads I wouldn’t lie There’s no shadow of a doubt Defend the Stout The other day down to the pub I headed with me mates We ordered a round of Ireland’s best That’s Guinness, for clarity’s sake When I overheard some blasphemy From the table round about They were poking fun at our drink of choice And it made me stand and shout Defend the Stout, Defend the Stout! The one I can’t live without It’s the frothy black liquidation That’s fuel for me fornication There is no finer in the land So put one right here in me hand When a bloke belts out a cheer And raises up his yellow beer I scoff & sneer, grumble & leer It makes me wanna die! Trust me lads I wouldn’t lie There’s no shadow of a doubt Defend the Stout I don’t fancy meself a scholar but I know brilliant when I see it I’ll drink away till I’m old and grey Just watch and see I mean it Now I’ll leave you with a word or two And you decide it out [Hard Stop on BEER, All] Dark beer’s the best [All: He’s tried the rest] I hope this carries clout Defend the Stout, Defend the Stout! The one I can’t live without It’s the frothy black liquidation That’s fuel for me fornication There is no finer in the land So put one right here in me hand When a bloke belts out a cheer And raises up his yellow beer I scoff & sneer, grumble & leer It makes me wanna die! Trust me lads I wouldn’t lie There’s no shadow of a doubt Defend the Stout Defend the Stout, Defend the Stout! The one I can’t live without It’s the frothy black liquidation That’s fuel for me fornication There is no finer in the land So put one right here in me hand When a bloke belts out a cheer And raises up his yellow beer I scoff & sneer, grumble & leer It makes me wanna die! Trust me lads I wouldn’t lie There’s no shadow of a doubt Defend the Stout
5.
Well me ma wants me home before midnight, but nothing in this world can make me go. The Boys and I are gonna drink this pub dry, just one more round before we hit the road. WE HAD A Guinness, a shot, it wasn’t a lot A whiskey, an ale, a girly cocktail A brandy, a wine, but I didn’t mind A Tullamore Dew, for me and you [REPEAT] A scotch, a vodka, a Harp, a gin, a Smithwicks, a porter, a poitín, a stout, a cider, a rum An Irish car boooooommmmmmb Enjoy it right, here’s to midnight pints! Now after settin’ out to drink that bloody pub dry, the night is gone and now we’re getting tossed! I stumbled home in time to see the sun rise, and now me ma knows I’m good and sauced! WE HAD A Guinness, a shot, it wasn’t a lot A whiskey, an ale, a girly cocktail A brandy, a wine, but I didn’t mind A Tullamore Dew, for me and you [REPEAT] A scotch, a vodka, a Harp, a gin, a Smithwicks, a porter, a poitín, a stout, a cider, a rum An Irish car boooooommmmmmb Enjoy it right, here’s to midnight pints Remind me one more time why we didn’t go blind, I can’t believe we lived to tell the tale! Well me ma wants me home before midnight, but nothing in this world can make me go. The Boys and I are gonna drink this pub dry, just one more round before we hit the road. WE HAD A Guinness, a shot, it wasn’t a lot A whiskey, an ale, a girly cocktail A brandy, a wine, but I didn’t mind A Tullamore Dew, for me and you [REPEAT] A scotch, a vodka, a Harp, a gin, a Smithwicks, a porter, a poitín, a stout, a cider, a rum An Irish car boooooommmmmmb Just one more time before we hit the road! WE HAD A Guinness, a shot, it wasn’t a lot A whiskey, an ale, a girly cocktail A brandy, a wine, but I didn’t mind A Tullamore Dew, for me and you [REPEAT] A scotch, a vodka, a Harp, a gin, a Smithwicks, a porter, a poitín, a stout, a cider, a rum An Irish car boooooommmmmmb Enjoy it right, here’s to midnight pints Enjoy it right, here’s to midnight pints!
6.
There is a main drag that I used to frequent Where the drinks are stiff and ya can get a good wench It’s an old dusty road lined with watering holes In a town just like this they called it Stumble Row Drink the nights away But they’ll never let you stay Drink the pints away Down Old Stumble Row Never get enough So to the next pub Never feel the love Down Old Stumble Row Meet me for a pint And a bloody good fight Meet me there tonight Down Old Stumble Row Down Old Stumble Row I blew into town with a relentless thirst Me money almost spent to make things worse Then I met an old drunk and he seemed to know That me thirst was high, but me money was low He gave me a sup of that old mountain dew It worked in a pinch, but I still felt blue I asked the old man where I should go He lifted his finger to Stumble Row Drink the nights away But they’ll never let you stay Drink the pints away Down Old Stumble Row Never get enough So to the next pub Never feel the love Down Old Stumble Row Meet me for a pint And a bloody good fight Meet me there tonight Down Old Stumble Row Down Old Stumble Row Heading the direction that boney finger showed There was light up ahead along a dusty road With my wondrous eyes I took it all in Pubs lined the street filled with drunken men There were pretty colleen’s dolled up like bait Just waiting for the drunkards it seemed like fate There was gambling and liquor; debauchery abound I went straight to the pub a new home I’d found Drink the nights away But they’ll never let you stay Drink the pints away Down Old Stumble Row Never get enough So to the next pub Never feel the love Down Old Stumble Row Meet me for a pint And a bloody good fight Meet me there tonight Down Old Stumble Row Down Old Stumble Row I wasted my nights and even my days Pissed to the wind in a drunken rage I was fighting and drinking and fighting some more Down Old Stumble Row my blood did pour Drink the nights away But they’ll never let you stay Drink the pints away Down Old Stumble Row Never get enough So to the next pub Never feel the love Down Old Stumble Row Meet me for a pint And a bloody good fight Meet me there tonight Down Old Stumble Row Down Old Stumble Row I woke one mornin’ in the filth and the piss Of old Stumble Row after a night of bliss I couldn’t’ stand the sight of me own bloody face The sin was too great I had to leave this place Drink the nights away But they’ll never let you stay Drink the pints away Down Old Stumble Row Never get enough So to the next pub Never feel the love Down Old Stumble Row Meet me for a pint And a bloody good fight Meet me there tonight Down Old Stumble Row Down Old Stumble Row Drink the nights away But they’ll never let you stay Drink the pints away Down Old Stumble Row Never get enough So to the next pub Never feel the love Down Old Stumble Row Meet me for a pint And a bloody good fight Meet me there tonight Down Old Stumble Row Down Old Stumble Row Down Old Stumble Row
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Barney, you poor dog, you’ve met the day. Your love of drink caught up with you and took you away Even as a pup you liked ‘em strong. I knew you weren’t one for this world, boy I wish I’d been wrong But you always looked happy with grog in your bowl And if I’d refuse ya to the pub you would go And you’d beg for Killbegan and Killbegan killed you poor boy Barney passed out on the floor You were my best friend but ol’ Bushmills was yours And tonight I drink this one for you old boy Barney, you poor dog, you’ve met the day. Your love of drink caught up with you and took you away Even as a pup you liked ‘em strong. I knew you weren’t one for this world, boy I wish I’d been wrong But you always looked happy with grog in your bowl And if I’d refuse ya to the pub you would go And you’d beg for Killbegan and Killbegan killed you poor boy Barney passed out on the floor You were my best friend but ol’ Bushmills was yours And tonight I drink this one for you old boy And tonight I drink this one for you old boy
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I just came down from the Isle of Skye I'm not too big and I'm awfully shy The lassies say as I go by "Donald where's your Trousers!?" Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the lassies say hello "Donald where's your Trousers!?" A lassie took me to a fancy ball It was slippery in the hall I was feared that I might fall Cause I hadn't on me Trousers Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the lassies say hello "Donald where's your Trousers!?" Now I went down to London town To have a little fun on the Underground The ladies all turned their heads around When they saw I had no trousers Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the lassies say hello "Donald where's your Trousers!?" To wear the kilt it is my light It is not wrong I know it’s right The island does whatever fright If they saw me in me trousers Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the lassies say hello "Donald where's your Trousers!?" The lassies love me, everyone Let them catch me if they can You cannot take the brakes off a Highland man Saying "Donald where's your Trousers?" Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the lassies say hello "Donald where's your Trousers!?" Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the lassies say hello "Donald where's your Trousers!?"
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Hey, whiskey you’re the devil You’re leading me astray O'er hills and mountains into Amerikay Your sweetness from the bleachner You're spunkier than tay, Ah, whiskey you're me darlin’, drunk or so-ber Now brave boys we're on the march Off to Portugal and Spain Drums a-beating, banners a-waving The devil a-home will come tonight La, fare thee well With me tither-y-eye dum dah Me tither-y-eye dum da Me right fol tur-a ladee Oh, there's whiskey in the jar Hey, whiskey you’re the devil You’re leading me astray O'er hills and mountains into Amerikay Your sweetness from the bleachner You're spunkier than tay, Ah, whiskey you're me darlin’, drunk or so-ber The French are fighting boldly Men are dying hot and coldly Give every man his flash, gunpowder His firelock on his shoulder La, fare thee well With me tither-y-eye dum dah Me tither-y-eye dum da Me right fol tur-a ladee Oh, there's whiskey in the jar Hey, whiskey you’re the devil You’re leading me astray O'er hills and mountains into Amerikay Your sweetness from the bleachner You're spunkier than tay, Ah, whiskey you're me darlin’, drunk or so-ber Hey, whiskey you’re the devil You’re leading me astray O'er hills and mountains into Amerikay Your sweetness from the bleachner You're spunkier than tay, Ah, whiskey you're me darlin’, drunk or so-ber Says the mother, "Do not wrong me Don't take me daughter from me For if you do, I will torment you And after death me ghost will haunt you" We're off, fare thee well With me tither-y-eye dum dah Me tither-y-eye dum da Me right fol tur-a ladee Oh, there's whiskey in the jar Hey, whiskey you’re the devil You’re leading me astray O'er hills and mountains into Amerikay Your sweetness from the bleachner You're spunkier than tay, Ah, whiskey you're me darlin’, drunk or so-ber Hey, whiskey you’re the devil You’re leading me astray O'er hills and mountains into Amerikay Your sweetness from the bleachner You're spunkier than tay, Ah, whiskey you're me darlin’, drunk or so-ber
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Oh!, me name is McNamara, I'm the Leader of the Band, And tho' we're few in numbers we're the finest in the land. Oh! I am the band conductor, and we often have to play With all the best musicians you hear about to-day. Oh! the drums go bang, and the cymbals clang, and the horns they blaze away, McCarthy pumps the old bazoon while I the pipes do play; And, Hennessey Tennessey tootles the flute, and the music 'tis somethin' grand, A credit to old Ireland is McNamara's Band! Tralalalaaa lala laaaala, la lala lala lala la Tralalalaaa lala laaaala, la lala lala lala la Right now we are rehearsin' for a very swell affair, The annual celebration, all the gentry will be there. The girls and boys will all turn out with flags and colours grand, And in front of the procession will be Macnamara's Band. Oh! the drums go bang, and the cymbals clang, and the horns they blaze away, McCarthy pumps the old bazoon while I the pipes do play; And, Hennessey Tennessey tootles the flute, and the music 'tis somethin' grand, A credit to old Ireland is McNamara's Band! Tralalalaaa lala laaaala, la lala lala lala la Tralalalaaa lala laaaala, la lala lala lala la We play at wakes and weddings, and at every county ball, And at any great man's funeral we play the "Dead March in Saul," When the Prince of Wales to Ireland came, he shook me by the hand, And said he'd never heard the like of "McNamara's Band." Oh! the drums go bang, and the cymbals clang, and the horns they blaze away, McCarthy pumps the old bazoon while I the pipes do play; And, Hennessey Tennessey tootles the flute, and the music 'tis somethin' grand, A credit to old Ireland is McNamara's Band! Tralalalaaa lala laaaala, la lala lala lala la Tralalalaaa lala laaaala, la lala lala lala la Whenever an election's on, we play on either side- The way we play our fine ould airs fills Irish hearts with pride. Oh! if poor Tom Moore was living now, he'd make yez understand That none could do him justice like ould McNamara's Band. Oh! the drums go bang, and the cymbals clang, and the horns they blaze away, McCarthy pumps the old bazoon while I the pipes do play; And, Hennessey Tennessey tootles the flute, and the music 'tis somethin' grand, A credit to old Ireland is McNamara's Band! Tralalalaaa lala laaaala, la lala lala lala la Tralalalaaa lala laaaala, la lala lala lala la Tralalalaaa lala laaaala, la lala lala lala la Tralalalaaa lala laaaala, la lala lala lala la
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So you say that you’re not from Dublin or Cork, or even Ballynahinch You’re a girl from the city, well ain’t that a pity, but you still might be part Irish Did your mama like drinking and dancing with men, with a bit of that Irish brogue Did he buy her a whiskey and did she get frisky and end up taking him home So lift up your Guinness and sing along with us, ‘cause everyone’s Irish tonight So lift up your Guinness and sing along with us, ‘cause everyone’s Irish tonight You say that your daddy, he wasn’t no Patty, but girl I must disagree Have you ever wondered how read hair and freckles wound up on your family tree Does the sound of a jig make you tingle inside, and black pudding make you smile Do you toast to St. Patrick and hoist up your pint as you sing of the Emerald Isle So lift up your Guinness and sing along with us, ‘cause everyone’s Irish tonight So lift up your Guinness and sing along with us, ‘cause everyone’s Irish tonight I have a friend named Andy Kowalski, he’s as Polish as any I’ve known But give him some Bushmills and a pint of the Beamish, you’d swear he calls Dublin his home He’ll order some corned beef and shout for the Pogues, and might even river dance So I’d say don’t knock it until you have tried it, so give that meat Pie a chance So lift up your Guinness and sing along with us, ‘cause everyone’s Irish tonight So lift up your Guinness and sing along with us, ‘cause everyone’s Irish tonight Most people claim they have Irish in ‘em, and many are probably right So no one will argue if you have one to many, and make that claim tonight So drink with your friends, and toast to your mates, and someone will help you get home I can always see a little of Ireland in everyone I’ve ever known So lift up your Guinness and sing along with us, ‘cause everyone’s Irish tonight So lift up your Guinness and sing along with us, ‘cause everyone’s Irish tonight So lift up your Guinness and sing along with us, ‘cause everyone’s Irish tonight So lift up your Guinness and sing along with us, ‘cause everyone’s Irish tonight
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Here I sit and I dwell In my old rotting cell All the things that I seen Well these strings did the tell An old busker I be I lived my life on the streets Play a song for a schillin’ That I used for the drink Oh these streets they are cruel But I got for you A story or two Down on the famous streets of Dublin Down on the famous streets of Dublin I love them Down on Grafton Street Many a busker you will meet Like Glen & The Frames Now Famous by name Mic Christopher Grew up around here But he died from a fall While out for some beers Young Paddy Casey was discovered on Grafton So you know that it happens Down on the famous streets of Dublin Down on the famous streets of Dublin I love them Now listen up here About Mickey Beers He plucked on his harp For many a years Round by the pub You can find him all season With a pint in his hand He’s the king down on Leeson His harp laid with gold But after each show He drinks all alone Maggie Malone Down on Henry she was known With her fiddle in hand She outshined her band A pretty colleen If I ever did see one The lads lined the streets But she teased them for fun For this fiddle loved cats Oh, fancy that! Takes her business ‘round back Down on the famous streets of Dublin Down on the famous streets of Dublin Well as for me I grew old on these streets These bricks & these stones I’ve always called home Playing my guitar loud I would draw in the crowds And I’d sing them a song Of Ireland proud But I never made it out So they imprisoned me But where I wanna be is Down on the famous streets of Dublin Down on the famous streets of Dublin
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Have you ever walked the lonesome hills and heard the curlews cry Or seen the raven black as night upon a windswept sky To walk the purple heather and hear the westwind cry To know that's where the rapparee must die Since Cromwell pushed us westward to live our lowly lives There's some of us have deemed to fight from Tipperary mountains high Noble men with wills of iron who are not afraid to die Who'll fight with Gaelic honour held on high A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell you who raped our Motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birthright To hell or Connaught may you burn in hell tonight Of such a man I'd like to speak a rapparee by name and deed His family dispossessed and slaughtered they put a price upon his head His name is know in song and story his deeds are legends still And murdered for blood money was young Ned of the hill You have robbed our homes and fortunes even drove us from our land You tried to break our spirit but you'll never understand The love of dear old Ireland that will forge an ironwill As long as there are gallant men like young Ned of the hill A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell you who raped our Motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birthright To hell or Connaught may you burn in hell tonight A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell you who raped our Motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birthright To hell or Connaught may you burn in hell tonight

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WARNING: Upon listening to this album you will be teleported directly to the closest Irish Pub where the pints are room temperature, the whiskey is flowing, and Dublin Public are playing live on stage!

This is our second album and the first with original material on it.We had a really great time recording all of these songs for you!

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released September 12, 2015

Original tracks Written by Dublin Public include: Whiskey Pig, Defend The Stout, Midnight Pints, Old Stumble Row, Blarney, Everyone's Irish Tonight, Famous Streets of Dublin. Donald Where's Your Trousers by Andy Stewart. Young Ned of the Hill by Ron Kavana & Terry Woods.

Recorded at The Compound Studio | Mastered by Pete Rizzo
Thanks to all our friends, family, fans, arthur guinness & John Jameson.
Special thanks to Red Leprechauns Mark, Tracy, & Kristen

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A blend of traditional Irish drinking songs and ballads from the likes of the Dubliners, Clancy Brothers, Great Big Sea, & Pogues with modern Irish styling’s borrowed from the likes of Flogging Molly, Dropkick Murphys, Mahones, LeperKhanz, & The Mighty Regis.

If you are looking for the perfect Irish party band then look no further because we never leave before the pints are empty!
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