1. |
Fields Of Athenry
03:56
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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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2. |
Whiskey Pig
03:16
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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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3. |
Rare Old Mountain Dew
02:37
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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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4. |
Defend The Stout
04:49
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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
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5. |
Midnight Pints
03:51
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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!
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6. |
Old Stumble Row
05:04
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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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8. |
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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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9. |
Whiskey You're The Devil
02:51
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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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10. |
McNamara's Band
03:26
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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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11. |
Everyone's Irish Tonight
05:07
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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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12. |
Famous Streets of Dublin
05:12
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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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13. |
Young Ned of the Hill
02:54
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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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Dublin Public Long Beach, California
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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