“Oh, many’s the lonely traveler Look at the whiskey, in buckets and bottles He said, “Of all the torments var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0]; And the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free And the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail But now I've returned with gold in great store, What shall we do with a drunken sailor, And when he saw our drunken ways, Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead? the Devil hobbled home, That cruel remorseless old foe, I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright, he began to wail and weep. I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny. Album: Songs In The Key Of Bree. A guinea you quickly will have in your fist Or if you're getting ready for St. Patrick's Day, it's an excellent mix of St. Patrick's Day drinking songs too. She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air Tim, auvreem! Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow. An Irish drinking song is basically an Irish song. Her rosey cheeks and ruby lips, she alone has my heart in thrall. She owns a little sweet shop at the corner of the street He strode with ancient war-ri-ors from coast to plain to highland Review: RIFF-it. What shall we do with a drunken sailor, You drank up all the Benedictine wine He said, “You could keep me away from work. La ta tee, da diddley dee, la ta tee ta tee da One day as I went down to Yore by the sea For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon, And come tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gath'rin is to be I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting. And besides a wee drummer who beat up the camp It was only a sip of the bottle I had, Well, a man died in the mines by the name of McNabb Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead? But wait! His face all a chalky white. Irish Drinking Song Lyrics: I stumbled in at 2am all drunk / And full of smoke / My wife said "i've had enough" / That's it, i'm sick, get out!" and when that he was fed, His staff he’d shake till ev’ry snake was banished from the island When we got Guinness beer.”, Then there came from the old back door The more I kissed her the more she smiled, (x2) “I’ll drink come hell or high water!” Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead? Bend an ear to the truth they tell ye, At ninety-nine, the Devil Ohhhh! But none of those can claim the very BEST day of the year the Devil, he shook with fear. I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done, Til I bring them a quart of the Johnny Jump Up, So if ever you go down to Cork by the sea Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow. I’d do anything to find him, Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Well I stumbled in at 2 am all drunk and full of smoke My wife said, "I have had enough, that's it I'm sick, get out" So I stumbled down to Kelly's pub across the edge of town when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea. 0. * So we'll roll the golden chariot along I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along that she’d be in his Hell. When into the pub a fireman ran ’til I rang your front door bell!”. And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight, One more word for signal token whistle out the marchin' tune But it wasn't I hit him, 'twas Johnny Jump Up And there was Brown upside down But each time I share the lore that I am learning. And come November 1st we cheer for EV’RY bloody saint. But still we were gonna stay. and as she did, a tall and handsome Where we would be killed in the morning, He said, “My young fellows if I hear but one word I'm a weaver a Calton Weaver, 05. Than ever I did with the rovin' trade, So come all you weavers you Calton weavers Of that devil drink cider called Johnny Jump Up, The 14th day of February’s for Saint Valentine Ah, you're drunk,you're drunk you silly old fool,still you can not seeThat's a lovely sow that me mother sent to meWell, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or moreBut a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before, And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could beI saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should beWell, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to meWho owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be, Ah, you're drunk,you're drunk you silly old fool,still you can not seeThat's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to meWell, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or moreBut buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before, And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could beI saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should beWell, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to meWho owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be, Ah, you're drunk,you're drunk you silly old fool,still you can not seeThat's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to meWell, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or moreBut tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before, And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could beI saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should beWell, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to meWho owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be, Ah, you're drunk,you're drunk you silly old fool,still you can not seeThey're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to meWell, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or moreBut laces in Geranium pots I never saw before, And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could beI saw a head upon the bed where my old head should beWell, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to meWho owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be, Ah, you're drunk,you're drunk you silly old fool,still you can not seeThat's a baby boy that me mother sent to meWell, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or moreBut a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before, And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could beI saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should beWell, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to meWho owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be, Ah, you're drunk,you're drunk you silly old fool,still you can not seeThat's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to meWell, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or moreBut fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before, As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could beI saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should beWell, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to meWho owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be, Ah, you're drunk,you're drunk you silly old fool,still you can not seeThat's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to meWell, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or moreBut hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before. 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