I r i s h B a r

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Gather ‘round, ye lads and lasses, set ye for a whileAnd hearken to me mournful tale about the Emerald IsleLet’s all raise our glasses high to friends and family goneAnd lift our voices in another Irish drinking song

Consumption took me mother and me father got the poxMe brother drank the whiskey ‘til he wound up in a boxMy other brother in the Troubles met with his demiseMy sister has forever closed her smiling Irish eyes

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Kenny was killed in Kilkenny and Claire, she died in ClareTip from Tipperary died out in the Derry airShannon jumped into the River Shannon back in JuneErnie fell into the Erne, and Tom is in the Toome

Cleanliness is godliness me Uncle Pat would singHe broke his neck a’slippin’ on a bar of Irish SpringO’Grady, he was 80 though his bride was just a pupHe died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up

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Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the banks of old DoneenHe took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleenCrazy Uncle Mike believed he was a leprechaunBut in fact he’s just a leper, and his arms and legs are gone

When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin’ shameHe wasn’t really Irish, but he went to Notre DameMacNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hitBut he was just a Scotsman, so nobody gave a sh-(ARRGHH)

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Now everybody’s diedSo until our tears are driedWe’ll drink and drink and drink and drink,and then we’ll drink some moreWe’ll dance and sing and fightuntil the early morning lightThen we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drink-ing once again

Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the barThe road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his carIrony was what befell my great-grand Uncle SamHe choked upon the very last potato in the land

Conor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle armsUntil the British killed him and cut off his lucky charmsAnd dear old Father Flanagan, who left the lord’s employDrunk on sacramental wine, beneath the altar boy

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Someday soon I’ll leave this world of pain and toil and sinThe Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kinMe only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you

He kills the cast of Riverdance, and Michael Flatley too

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Another Irish Drinking SongBy Da Vinci’s Notebook

I drank sixteen doubles for the price of oneTrying to find the courage to talk to oneI asked her for a danceNot a second glanceMy night had just begun

Well I drink to the father and the holy ghostI’m kneeling at the altar of my nightly postSo I’ll raise a glass, not the first nor lastCome join me in this toast

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Because the old black rum’s got a hold on meLike a dog wrapped round my legAnd the old black rum’s got a hold on meWill I live for another day?Hey, Will I live for another day?

Well the queen of George street just went walking on byWalking on by with some guy who don’t careThat she stood in lineSince half past nineAnd spent three hours on her hair (On her hair!)

Well her friend is looking at me with an evil grinI think the bloody racket might soon beginI must have said some thingTo the George street queenThe boys are joining in!

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So I drank all of my moneyAnd I slept out in the rainEveryday is different but the nights they’re all the sameYou never see the sun on the old black rumBut I know I’m gonna do it again!

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The Old Black RumBy Great Big Sea