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kraken
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I just love being elemental
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posted January 12, 2008 01:12 PM |
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Your Favorite Irish Drinking Song
Here's mine:
ANOTHER IRISH DRINKING SONG
By Davinci's notebook
Gather ’round, ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while
And hearken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle
Let’s all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone
And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song
Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox
Me brother drank the whiskey ’til he wound up in a box
My other brother in the Troubles met with his demise
My sister has forever closed her smiling Irish eyes
CHORUS:
Now everybody’s died
So until our tears are dried
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink,
and then we’ll drink some more
We’ll dance and sing and fight
until the early morning light
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinking once again
Kenny was killed in Kilkenny and Claire, she died in Clare
Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air
Shannon jumped into the River Shannon back in June
Ernie fell into the Erne, and Tom is in the Toome
“Cleanliness is godliness” me Uncle Pat would sing
He broke his neck a’slippin’ on a bar of Irish Spring
O’Grady, he was 80 though his bride was just a pup
He died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up
CHORUS
Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the banks of old Doneen
He took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen
Crazy Uncle Mike believed he was a leprechaun -
In fact he’s just a leper, and his arms and legs are gone
When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin’ shame
He wasn’t really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame
McNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit
But he was just a Scotsman, so nobody gave a (ARRGHH)
CHORUS
Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar
The road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his car
Irony was what befell my great-grand Uncle Sam
He choked upon the very last potato in the land
Conor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms
Until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms
And dear old Father Flanagan, who left the lord’s employ
Drunk on sacramental wine, beneath the altar boy
CHORUS
(slower)
Someday soon I’ll leave this world of pain and toil and sin
The Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin
Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you
(a tempo)
He kills the cast of Riverdance, and Michael Flatley too
CHORUS (2x)
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Vini Vidi Vici
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frostwolf
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livin' in a bottle of vodka
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posted January 12, 2008 04:19 PM |
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Hope this doesn't break CoC, it's pretty censored. But a killer song.
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who 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 see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who 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 see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who 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 see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who 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 see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But 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 be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who 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 see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who 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 see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
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frostwolf
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livin' in a bottle of vodka
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posted January 12, 2008 04:21 PM |
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Oh, I forgot. It's called "Seven drunken nights".
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baklava
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Mostly harmless
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posted January 12, 2008 11:44 PM |
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ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN
In the merry month of June from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight
next morning blithe and early, Took a drop of pure to keep me heartfrom sinking;
Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking. See the lassies smile, laughing
all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required, I was almost tired of the
rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
When off Holyhead wished meself was dead,
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
Well the bouys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in,
With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray.
We quitely cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the way to Dublin, Whack fol all the Ra !
I've actually memorized all this 
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"Let me tell you what the blues
is. When you ain't got no
money,
you got the blues."
Howlin Wolf
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baklava
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Mostly harmless
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posted January 13, 2008 12:07 AM |
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Edited by baklava at 00:09, 13 Jan 2008.
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@Frosty
I've heard a version with a better last verse, IMO:
As I came home on a Sunday night, as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a man running out the door with his pants down to his knees
I called my wife and I said to her, would you kindly tell to me
Who was that man running out the door with his pants down to his knees?
You're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool
Still you cannot see
That's the tax collector that the Queen sent to me
Well it's many the day I've traveled
A hundred miles or more
But an English man who can go till three I never saw before
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"Let me tell you what the blues
is. When you ain't got no
money,
you got the blues."
Howlin Wolf
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Spectrum
Famous Hero
Plan B
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posted January 13, 2008 11:09 AM |
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This may be slightly oofftopic, but I just have to share. It's a finnish drinking song, loosely translated.
I was bitten by a barfly, but why grief?
Ages ago I found a cure to that bite!
Beneath the happy stars of a liquor bottle
I've felt good ever since.
If you can't see my cheeks from behind, where is the fault?
Well social care has obviously been irresponsible.
You see liquor goes first to my cheeks and from there to my brain,
and from there it affects all my troubles.
CHORUS: So each day we go running to swig,
and when the day is over, even more we drink!
I want to be drunk evey day plus Mondays,
Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays.
The Police have been known to beat me.
They wait for me on my yard with barfly poison.
If only I could sleep over here at the bar
seeing as my human rights seem to have been lost.
CHORUS
Even now they're somewhere, thinking about raising the brize on booze.
I'm sitting in the bar, thirsty for revenge.
But I guess it's not worth it getting up their noses
It's too easy for them to rip off my wings...
CHORUS
So much of this song was lost in tranlation, and some of these things simply can't be translated, and my translation was a pile of wank if you'll excuse my french, but you get the idea.
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Aculias is like the male nipple of HC, TNT being the other one -Baklava
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emilsn
Legendary Hero
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posted January 13, 2008 05:37 PM |
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I would probaly choose something with flogging molly..
Skål
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Don't walk behind me; I may not
lead. Don't walk in front of me;
I may not follow. Just walk
beside me and be my friend.
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Spectrum
Famous Hero
Plan B
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posted January 13, 2008 05:56 PM |
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Great song from the game Bard's Tale
A long time ago,
way back in history,
when all there was to drink
was nothing but cups of tea,
along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops,
and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.
CHORUS:
He must have been an admiral, a sultan or a king.
And to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer.
Lord Bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer!
The Drunken Rat, the Aiken Drum, the Trowley's Pub as well
One thing's for sure, it's Charlie's beer they sell.
So all ye lads and lasses, at eleven O'clock ye stop
for five short seconds, remeber Charlie Mops.
One, Two, Three, Four, Five... Hey!
CHORUS
A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops
You stir it around with a stick.
The kind of lubrication that'll make yer engine tick.
Forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks.
It's only eightpence hapenny and one and six in tax!
One, Two, Three, Four, Five... Hey!
CHORUS x2
THE LORD BLESS CHARLIE MOPS!
And it has to be sung in a scottish or irish accent, otherwise it just won't work.
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Aculias is like the male nipple of HC, TNT being the other one -Baklava
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sphere
Supreme Hero
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posted January 13, 2008 07:54 PM |
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Quote:
Your Favorite Irish Drinking Song
Well I can't excactly remember the lyrics, but I know it's from the soundtrack of off the famous movie Creature From the Haunted Sea ( 1961 you should really google this one. Some of the lyrics almost made my eyes water.
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Who is this General Failure, and why is he looking at my disk ?
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SirDunco
Responsible
Supreme Hero
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posted January 13, 2008 08:34 PM |
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Edited by SirDunco at 20:35, 13 Jan 2008.
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My personal favorite is The Wild Rover
've been a wild rover for many's the year,
and I spent all me money on whiskey and beer.
And now I'm returning with gold in great store,
and I never will play the wild rover no more.
(Chorus):
And it's no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more,
will I play the wild rover. No (nay) never no more!
I went to an alehouse I used to frequent,
and I told the landlady me money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay,
such a custom as yours I could have any day".
(Chorus)
I took from me pocket ten sovereigns bright,
and the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said "I have whiskeys and wines of the best,
and the words that I told you were only in jest".
(Chorus)
I'll have none of your whiskeys nor fine Spanish Wines,
For your words show you clearly as no friend of mine.
There's others most willing to open a door,
To a man coming home from a far distant shore.
(Chorus)
I'll go home to me parents, confess what I've done,
and I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And when they've caressed me as oft times before
then I never will play the wild rover no more.
(Chorus)
Don't really know if it's Irish or Scotish. And not to forget another favorite of mine is The Black Velvet Band.
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bixie
Promising
Legendary Hero
my common sense is tingling!
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posted January 13, 2008 09:42 PM |
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as drinking songs go, and also the fact I currently live in ireland, i know very few, apart from seven drunken nights and rocky road to dublin. i do, however, know some songs with go well with drinking games.
seven deadly sins by flogging molly (good when you are drinking, dancing or singing)
drink and fight again by flogging molly (drink on drink, aim a punch at someone on fight, it gets quite chaotic)
[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agro9miL3bA]Captain kelly's kitchen[/url] by dropkick murphies (drink on kitchen and turra lurra lie)
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frostwolf
Famous Hero
livin' in a bottle of vodka
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posted January 15, 2008 01:50 AM |
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Quote:
@Frosty
I've heard a version with a better last verse, IMO:
As I came home on a Sunday night, as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a man running out the door with his pants down to his knees
I called my wife and I said to her, would you kindly tell to me
Who was that man running out the door with his pants down to his knees?
You're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool
Still you cannot see
That's the tax collector that the Queen sent to me
Well it's many the day I've traveled
A hundred miles or more
But an English man who can go till three I never saw before
Now that is funny. I am neither from the U.K nor from Ireland and hold no sides, but the jokes that the Scots and the Irish make at the brits always crack me up.
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