St patty's day is coming up and I need some ideas
so far, Jump around and Whiskey in the Jar seem to be top on my list
so far, Jump around and Whiskey in the Jar seem to be top on my list
What is your favorite irish drinking song???
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Danny Boy.
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.
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.
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Murder ye bloody heathens
We'll fight for any reason,
Long Live the King of England
And all his mercenaries;
We'll kill the Goddamn rebels
Burn the bastards' homes to pebbles
Long Live the King of England
Up with the flag.
chorus: Singing rape, rape the bastards' women,
Loot, loot their rum and linen
All we shall leave
Are some bodies and some pregnant women,
Live or die it's just as well
We'll all meet again in hell, so
Long Live the King of England
Up with the flag.
Burn the barns and burn the stables
defecate on the dinner tables
Steal the silver and the gold
shoot the young and knife the old
We will loot when we're done killing
We won't leave a goddamn shilling
Long Live the King of England
Up with the flag.
Chorus
We eat children when in season
though a baby is more pleasin'
We're not crude and we're not heathens
Just preventing future treasons
Get them while they're still in bed
And Serve me up a boiled head
Long Live the King of England
Up with the flag.
If you seek a life of glory,
Come and join our noble comp'ny
Take the Shilling, don the redcoat
Rum is free and lasses more so
All that you can steal or carry
You can keep or even marry!
Long live the King of England
Up with the flag.
Murder ye bloody heathens
We'll fight for any reason,
Long Live the King of England
And all his mercenaries;
We'll kill the Goddamn rebels
Burn the bastards' homes to pebbles
Long Live the King of England
Up with the flag.
chorus: Singing rape, rape the bastards' women,
Loot, loot their rum and linen
All we shall leave
Are some bodies and some pregnant women,
Live or die it's just as well
We'll all meet again in hell, so
Long Live the King of England
Up with the flag.
Burn the barns and burn the stables
defecate on the dinner tables
Steal the silver and the gold
shoot the young and knife the old
We will loot when we're done killing
We won't leave a goddamn shilling
Long Live the King of England
Up with the flag.
Chorus
We eat children when in season
though a baby is more pleasin'
We're not crude and we're not heathens
Just preventing future treasons
Get them while they're still in bed
And Serve me up a boiled head
Long Live the King of England
Up with the flag.
If you seek a life of glory,
Come and join our noble comp'ny
Take the Shilling, don the redcoat
Rum is free and lasses more so
All that you can steal or carry
You can keep or even marry!
Long live the King of England
Up with the flag.
John Lennon & Yoko Ono's "The Luck of the Irish" (as sung by Shonen Knife):
If you had the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead!
A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British brigands! Goddamn! Goddamn!
If you could keep voices like flowers
There'd be shamrock all over the world
If you could drink dreams like Irish streams
Then the world would be high as the mountain of morn
In the 'Pool they told us the story
How the English divided the land
Of the pain, the death and the glory
And the poets of auld Eireland
If we could make chains with the morning dew
The world would be like Galway Bay
Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns
The world would be one big Blarney stone
Why the hell are the English there anyway?
As they kill with God on their side
Blame it all on the kids the IRA
As the bastards commit genocide! Aye! Aye! Genocide!
If you had the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you was dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead!
Yes you'd wish you was English instead!
If you had the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead!
A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British brigands! Goddamn! Goddamn!
If you could keep voices like flowers
There'd be shamrock all over the world
If you could drink dreams like Irish streams
Then the world would be high as the mountain of morn
In the 'Pool they told us the story
How the English divided the land
Of the pain, the death and the glory
And the poets of auld Eireland
If we could make chains with the morning dew
The world would be like Galway Bay
Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns
The world would be one big Blarney stone
Why the hell are the English there anyway?
As they kill with God on their side
Blame it all on the kids the IRA
As the bastards commit genocide! Aye! Aye! Genocide!
If you had the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you was dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead!
Yes you'd wish you was English instead!
Pouges
Streams of Whiskey
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 lifes 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 Ive a pile
Ill go down to the chelsea
Ill walk in on my feet
But Ill leave there on my back
Oh the words that he spoke
Seemed the wisest of philosophies
Theres nothing ever gained
By a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark
And I need the light inside of me
Ill walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer
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
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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 lifes 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 Ive a pile
Ill go down to the chelsea
Ill walk in on my feet
But Ill leave there on my back
Oh the words that he spoke
Seemed the wisest of philosophies
Theres nothing ever gained
By a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark
And I need the light inside of me
Ill walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer
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
