1. Ye Ladies of Milan
                         2. Lay Down And Die
                         3. The Limerick Rake
                         4. The Monday Night Drinking Song
                         5. Drunkard's Lullaby
                         6. Salford Town
                         7. Kilfinane Parish
                         8. The Gypsy Rebel
                         9. Cheshire Delight
                         10. Whiskey in the Jar
                         11. All For Me Grog
                         12. Spancil Hill
                         13. I Got Drunk in Europe


1. Jakey's Gone To Germany
2. Ballylee
3. Welfare State
4. Slippy's In The Bar
5. Tomorrow Is Here
6. The Rooster
7. Straight From Hell
8. Box Of Wine
9. Dance Of The Old Brigade
10. The Celtbot
11. All My Days
12. The Northland

1. Roll Me To the Ground
2. Canon in D
3. Angeline
4. Recruiting Sergeant
5. Rose of London
6. The Celtbot

















Jakey’s Gone To Germany

Stepping off into old Berlin
Rattlin’ gypsies and mickey finns
Loading up with junk and gin
For all the world to see
In the slums on the Kreuzberg side
I shall start my final ride
Hello hello
My friends
I’m away again
Jakey’s gone to Germany


At 195
Thanking Christ for to be alive
Sweet Stephanie by my side
We make for the Baltic Sea
Where Thuringen softly cries
Brings a teardrop to me eye
Hello hello
My friends
I’m away again
Jakey’s gone to Germany


Green fairies and too much meat
On the way up through Jena’s streets
Reich pours me my liquid heat
So long, Sobriety
Continental philosophy
For the glass in front of me
Hello hello
My friends
I’m away again
Jakey’s gone to Germany

Leeson tells me so I don’t miss
Fair colonia’s kolsch is bliss
At the dom for a final piss
And sleeping beneath the trees
With history flying in the wind
Here my future shall begin
Hello hello
My friends
I’m away again
Jakey’s gone to Germany

Now the darkness starts to fade
O’er the Rhineland’s glades
I wake softly in the shade
And Glasgow’s but a memory
And when I’m sober, no longer to roam
I’ll get pissed on the plane ride home
Hello hello
My friends
I’m away again
Jakey’s gone to Germany
Jakey’s gone to Germany
How 'bout the price of a pint for me?



Ballylee

I was a rebel in the fight of 49
I ran on coffin ships so long before your time
There’s girl who waits across the eastern sea
That’s how I like it

If you could see the light that burns for all you’ve done
The farthest lands would be to close for you to run
There’s always one more day for the sun
That’s how I like it

Chorus:
Back against the wall
This day you’re gonna fall
Until this face is all you can see
And my name will rise again
On the hills of Ballylee

The hills and rivers flowing over Ballylee
Stretch as far as the naked eye can see
And the shining flower came unto me
That’s how I liked it

She was more beautiful than anyone I’d seen
But your thunder came a crashing through our dream
And I’m stronger than I seem
That’s how I like it

Chorus:

My people died for all this power that you hold
How many of them have your leaders bought and sold
Just one more fight before I’m old
That’s how I like it

And the day you tore me from the place that I’ll remain
Was the day you signed your little life straight down the drain
And the worms will make a chowder of your brain
That’s how I like it

Chorus:



Welfare State

When I was just a baby, I looked up at me ma
And asked her for a couple of feckin’ quid
At school at seven years, I cried some bitter tears
They wouldn’t let me root inside the rubbish bins
And soon I could be found sitting on the ground
Starting at the folks walking by
Scratching my privates, with a twinkle in my eye

The times were lookin’ thin, but the government stepped in
And sent me to a special bloody school
Sent my parents loads of friggin’ money just the same
And taught this boy to play by the rules
And the years were kind to me, I got my PHD
A house a car a beautiful wife
But sometimes you know I feel,
They robbed my of my life

Chorus:
Now the bank has come to call
To repossess it all
And I can’t fuckin’ wait
‘Cause I was born to be a homeless man
in the modern welfare state

Now my ass was out of Yale, I rode the corporate rails
Fed my kids with silver bloody spoons
At night I put my head on a thousand dollar bed
Safe and warm inside this cocoon
But my dreams were full of fire, of chaos and desire
And floods to change the night to the day
And watching this whole world slowly washing away

Chorus:

Now the rent is overdue, the wife and I are through
The kids have run away to live in peace
And for $19.99, I’ve bought a box of wine
And my hair and clothes are soiled up with grease
So let the bastards come and see this ruddy bum
Now that I am gentle and wise
For all these bloody years, I was a hobo in disguise

Chorus: (X2)



Slippy’s In The Bar

Who fears to speak of Slippy, he’s a man of high renown
His name has echoed far along the streets of my old town
He’s a gambler and a drinker, a fighter and a friend
With a song upon his lips until the end

Chorus:
And the years roll by, and there’s barley in the water
I’ll pass this smile to my son, these eyes to my daughter
And there’s many a friend has come and gone,
And I don’t know where they are
But me right aul’ brother Slippy’s in the bar

At the early age of 18, well he was inclined to roam
Far over from the Eastern shores he’d always called his home
And it might be Malcom Murray, or the songs of dear old Stan
We’d sing ‘em and get pissed up to the man

Chorus:

Who fears to speak of Slippy, he’s a man of high renown
His name has echoed far along the streets of my old town
To seek a western passage, at the call of many men
To find here but the road back home again



Tomorrow is Here

I was a man of the hills
A man of high renown
You would never see my face
In the streets of this town
For the fires of the dead
Burn softly in me
And I’ve never seen a woman
As delightful as thee

Well first there came the mines
Then came the ore
Then there was hard times
And then there was the war
And the boys of Dungannon
Set softly to sea
And I see their young faces
When I sit by the quay

But I would not join the army
I would not volunteer
No I would not join the army
Now the sun sets alone by the pier
And tomorrow is here

When I am cold
And my mind fades to black
When the light in these old eyes
Will never come back
Set me away
On a vessel of white
With a flower and a bottle
Send me into the night

Ah send me away
To my comrades of yore
That I may find peace
In the sands of their war
Set me a-sailing'
On the wings of the shore
And a sailor 'aint a sailor
'Aint a sailor no more

For I would not join the army
I would not volunteer
No I would not join the army
Now the sun sets alone by the pier
And tomorrow is here



The Rooster

I’ll tell you a tale
Of a place you’ve never seen before
Where people came through those very doors
You are young and you’ve seen it all before
But if not for them the rooster would be yours

Sometimes it was music
And sometimes it was boozing up
And sometimes talk of the world outside
Pretty maids and the finest little ales
I say we had our fill then in ‘95

You were the ones who walked into the fray
With nothing but a glass in hand
We were the ones who kneeled our heads to pray
When a hush fell on this land

We were the ones who’ll always rue the day
When you walked up the holy steps
Where once was power and disarray
Now there’s fuck all left

Chorus: Well the beer was cold like days of old
The shots were black and blue
And we all got drunk one final time
When they ran the Rooster through
When they ran the Rooster through
When they ran the Rooster through
Where were you?

And then was the night
We left in single file
With our broken hearts and our souveneir cups
We left beer a-scattered there and here
And gave them one last mess to fuckin clean up

And if you cock your ear
And listen so discreetly as the
Mouses click and the monitors hum
Sure as day, You will hear the spirits come
Pour us another round you fucking yuppie scum

Chorus:



Straight From Hell

The word came down the wire at seven in the morn
As we were huddled closely for to keep our bodies warm
Seven months a-rotting in this dark and dirty ship
With hearts so cold and lonely and curses on our lips

Chorus:
We fell straight from hell
In 1945
On the seventh day of May
We drank the streets alive

My son, the war is over, the captain says to me
And you are free to wander home as far as you can see
And in the tens of thousands we flooded into town
And hit the bars so hard I thought that Halifax would drown

Now some called it a riot and cast their mighty blame
The same old bastard civvies who thought war was just a game
You sent your sons to Europe to wither, fall and drown
So we shall have a party for the ones left in the ground



Box Of Wine

Well friend I’ve got a problem and I’m sure yours is the same
I’m hangin’ bloody sober and I’ve ten bucks to my name
So let us to the liquor store, we’ll pass those bottles by
For my holy grail is made of cardboard

So grab yourself a coffee mug and share my box of wine
Come gather ‘round and drink it like it’s $19.99
The grapes are so much sweeter when they’re two weeks off the vine
And you’ve never had so much fun with a dry box!

So when the springtime comes around, we’ll amble to the park
We’ll loiter ‘round a picnic bench and wait ‘till it gets dark
And if a copper comes around and asks me for a glass
I’ll take a swig and tell him he can KISS MY RUDDY BUM!

This song is a tribute to that polyhedron fair
To the lads and lasses far and wide from Laos to Leicester Square
Who know the joys of lapping up the juices of the box
And wiping your chin off when you’re finished!



Dance Of The Old Brigade

All the boys have gone down to the fights
The balalaika's ringing out through the night
Everyone turns in surprise and delight
As Vasily orders a drink
He knows that I fell alone
Screaming through blood and through bone
But the song comes over the gramophone
The Dance of the Old Brigade

Alas, says he, with a wave of his hands
When the armies of the madman they tore through this lands
We lost more than you kids understand
And now there is nothing to save
And my heart is dry as a stone
As he turns to take the southern roads home
And I know that soon I'll be left alone
With the dance of the old brigade

And you who would make a fire in these men
Their guts for your kindling and a whispered amen
When the armies of the saviour come marching again
You’ll lie in the beds that you've made
For somewhere by the banks of the Lee
There's a woman waiting forever for me
And the song goes whistling through the chestnut trees
The dance of the old brigade


The Celtbot

Well the wind was whipping cold,
through the drawn and dusty fields
the heat came off the rolling hills in waves
and somewhere in the distance,
an explosion from the sands
as one more of his kind goes to their grave

Chorus:
(fight!) The Robot Gods have spoken
(fight!) The plasma guns a-smokin'
(fight!) There must be combat 'till the ancient curse of Krog is broken
(kill!) He's Planet Danger spawn and
(kill!) He puts his arm back on and
Oh...

And so he fights,
And they come from far and wide,
to watch him fight the Robots
singin' "Fiddly-Diddly-DIE!"
And it's laser cannon, River Shannon
one two three four five,
he's fifty fuckin' five and one
and Astar's still Alive

He's still alive!

That's fifty feet of solid steel
and eyes of flashing blue
there's a shamrock on his favourite plasma gun
With a bowl of Whiskey Lucky Charms
he staggers to the field
Darcy Tucker likes it in the bum

Chorus:

An aria with the Russians at the piano in the bar
With icefloes through the window we raised glasses to the Czar
We squared off on a dockside with a couple of hundred Finns
We dallied in the 'Dilly and we soaked ourselves in gin

Chorus:


All My Days

For all the days of silence, and all the rain and show
There’s more in all the passing time than children ever know
I’ll walk alone to Morris Bridge, where two of us were one
And go home at the setting of the sun

When I was just a young boy, my mother said to me
You’ll take your Father’s blessings and you’ll count ‘em 1-2-3
And now I’m getting older, my bones are getting thin
God can’t help the state that I am in

So here’s a leaf of scarlet that once fell from our tree
And here’s a fading picture that my mother sent to me
And here’s to you old bastard, when all my days are done
I’ll see you at the setting of the sun
When all my days are done

I’d never seen America I’d never seen the sea
I took me father’s blessings and I smashed ‘em on the quay
Gathering up the pieces of an old forgotten one
And starving at the setting of the sun

The days were hot as flashes and the nights were cold as hell
I’d spend me finest hours in the whore I loved so well
The city lights were easy
And the girls were fair and bright
And we would dance away into the night




The Northland (Feat. Mary Kate Haché)

We wandered the roads of the northland
The streets were bonnie and fair
And the gulls flew over the water
Without a note to spare
By the banks of the Manchester City Canal
We looked out across the breeze
For to see the city lights falling down
And the whole world on its knees

For they’d done it right on this rainy night
They’d done it right and proud
The whiskey flowed with the Mersey
And the band was pissed and loud
With the girls of Britannia in the streets
We joined them in a song
And his smiling face brought the drinks to me
For we knew we could not stay long

And I won’t sleep standing up
So I will not lie down ‘till I’m dead
Though you fade into memory
Leaving voices in my head

Now my brother, he walks beside me
And his young eyes do say
I am lost in the land of our fathers
How can you show me the way?
Well there’s a light in the darkest river bend
Through the blackened rain and snow
And all things move toward their end
And that’s all you need to know


ROLL ME TO THE GROUND

(O. Jimmy)

Well can you sink this Marauder
Or lead me to the slaughter?
You spotless sons and daughters
of the military grounds
take me up, boys, if you can
to the Sally Maclennane
with Turin Reg and Shanahan
and our infernal sound

well the darkness that I so despise
is the blackness I see in your eyes
so come on down, yeah come on down
and you can roll me to the ground

can you walk among these nations
or live with my sensation
or witness the creation
in the spirit of auld Pan
drink it up boys, to the world
save the whiskey for the girls
they love it more than strings of pearls
crumbling to sand

never think, don't move, stay still
'cause if you don't then you never will
so come on down, yeah come on down
and you can roll me to the ground

well this constant condemnation
your empty idolation
this moral masturbation
is on lost infertile ground
send it up, boys, stumble free
home to your Antigone
and let the cycle come to be
let it come around

well there 'aint no souls here to save
you can wear those shackles to your grave
or ya come around, yeah come on down
and you can roll me to the ground

CANON IN D

(Pachelbel, Traditional)

Bum... Bum... Bum... Bummm...
Bum... Bum... Bum... Bummm...

Deeeee.... Deeee... Deeeee... Deeee...
Deeeee.... Deeee... Deeeee... Deeee...
Deeeee.... Deeee... Deeeee... Deeee...
Deeeee.... Deeee... Deeeee... Deeee...

Deedle deedle deedle deedle dee
Die deedle deeedle deedle dee
High diddly diedle deedle dee
Do deedle deedle deedle deee
die diddly deedle dee
dee dee DEEEEE do
Deeee-dle Deee-dle dee-dle
Doodloodloodloodlloodloo doo

*CHORUS*
DEEE diddle DEEE diddle DEEE
do Diddle diddle diddle
DEE diddle DEE diddle diddle diddle diddle
Do diddly die diddle die diddle diddle diddle diddle diddle
Die diddle die diddle deedle dodle deeeedle deeeeeeeeee-dle...

(repeat Chorus)

Hava nagila, ("I like Pickles")
Hava nagila, ("I like Pickles")
Hava nagila, ("I like Pickles")
Venis mecha. ("I like them a lot")
Hava nagila, ("I like Pickles")
Hava nagila, ("I like Pickles")
Hava nagila, ("I like Pickles")
Venis mecha. ("I like them a lot")
Hava neranena, ("I like them with sandwiches")
Hava neranena, ("I like them with sandwiches")
Hava neranena, ("I like them with sandwiches")
Venis mecha. ("I like them a lot")
Hava neranena, ("I like them with sandwiches")
Hava neranena, ("I like them with sandwiches")
Hava neranena, ("I like them with sandwiches")
Venis mecha. ("I like them a lot")
Uru, Uru achim, ("Why is my tap leaking?")
Uru achim belev sameach, ("It leaks upon my floor")
Uru achim belev sameach, ("It leaks upon my floor")
Uru achim belev sameach, ("It leaks upon my floor")
Uru achim! ("Click It!")
Belev sameach. ("Make my day!")

*END*

 
ANGELINE
(O. Jimmy)

Oh, the girl with starry eyes just turns her head and sighs,
you've come from Carolina and but all to my suprise
you, well you've got my attention
Oh, the girl with starry eyes, and the Friendly Fucking Skies
another fifteen minutes and I slowly realize
that this, well this 'aint no convention

Chorus:
Well I see the curl o' yer lips, the curve o' yer cheeks,
and deadly eyes of blue
I'm trying to be civil girl, and it's all that I can do
the lights go down, the engines roar, we're slipping in between
it's good that we're a thousand miles away from Angeline
fol-diddly ah!

Now this heart of blackened stone, so tired and alone
burns to life and turns the fire of passion through me bones
and you, my new intoxication
and I'm drunk on this allure, Je t'aime plus mon, amour
while some will call me inhumane and others immature
but this is my revelation

Chorus:
Well I see the curl o' yer lips, the curve o' yer cheeks,
and deadly eyes of blue
I'm trying to be civil girl, and it's all that I can do
the lights go down, the engines roar, we're slipping in between
thank Christ that we're a thousand miles away from Angeline
fol-diddly ah!(X4)

Cocochunk: Two, Three FOUR!

*solo*

Chorus:
Well I see the curl o' yer lips, the curve o' yer cheeks,
and deadly eyes of blue
I'm trying to be civil girl, and it's all that I can do
the lights go down, the engines roar, we're slipping in between
and woman, you're a million miles away from Angeline
fol-diddly ah! (X4)

 
RECRUITING SERGEANT
(Traditional, Arr. Siobhan)

As I was walking down the road
A feeling fine and larky oh
A recruiting sergeant came up to me
Says he, you'd look fine in khaki oh
For the King he is in need of men
Come read this proclamation oh
A life in Flanders for you then
Would be a fine vacation oh

That may be so says I to him
But tell me sergeant dearie-oh
If I had a pack stuck upon my back
Would I look fine and cheerie oh
For they'd have you train and drill until
They had you one of the Frenchies oh
It may be warm in Flanders
But it's draughty in the trenches oh

The sergeant smiled and winked his eye
His smile was most provoking oh
He twiddled and twirled his wee mustache
Says he, I know you're only joking oh
For the sandbags are so warm and high
The wind you won't feel blowing oh
Well I winked at a colleen a-passin' by
Says I, what if it's snowing oh

Come rain or hail or wind or snow
I'm not going out to Flanders oh
There's fighting in Dublin to be done
Let your sergeants and your commanders go
Let Englishmen fight English wars
It's nearly time they started oh
I saluted the sergeant a very good night
And there and then we parted, oh...

 
 
ROSE OF LONDON (to the tune of "Everybody was Kung-Foo Fighting")
(O. Jimmy)

Across the waves, and o'er the mountains
Into the streets of London fair
I dream a house, and through a window
I reach to touch her shining hair
Now you could say she's grand, and you'd be mistaken
For I've not found the words to say
My life in her hands, and my heart she's taken
across the sea, so far away

And a second passed is a second wasted
every smile I draw, is a smile in vain
every breath I take is a waste of breathing
until my love comes home again

Now I've been to the pubs, and how I've been drinking
I've raised me glass to a thousand men
and I've seen the charms of a thousand women
but I long for rest, and to sleep again

For there's peace in a dream, and there's pain in waking
to know this time has just begun
So tonight I'll rise, and i'll sing this sweetly
to the Rose of London

 
THE CELTBOT (to the tune of "Rose of London")
(O. Jimmy, B. Joe and D.G. Fiddlah)

Well the wind was whipping hard,
through the drawn and dusty fields
the heat came off the rolling hills in waves
and somewhere in the distance,
an explosion from the sands
as one more of his kind goes to their grave

(fight!) The Robot Gods have spoken
(fight!) The plasma guns a-smokin'
(fight!) There must be combat 'till the ancient curse of Krog is broken

(kill!) He's Planet Danger spawn and
(kill!) He puts his arm back on and
Oh...

And so he fights,
And they come from far and wide,
to watch him fight the Robots
singin' "Fiddly-Diddly-DIE!"
And it's laser cannon, River Shannon
one two three four five,
he's fifty fuckin' five and one
and Astar's still Alive

He's still alive!

That's fifty feet of solid steel
and eyes of flashing blue
there's a shamrock on his favourite plasma gun
With a bowl of Whiskey Lucky Charms
he staggers to the field
and the crowd goes up beneath the blazing sun

(fight!) The Robot Gods have spoken
(fight!) The plasma guns a-smokin'
(fight!) There must be combat 'till the ancient curse of Krog is broken

(kill!) He's Planet Danger spawn and
(kill!) He puts his arm back on and
Oh...

And so he fights,
And they come from wide and far
to watch him fight the Robots
Singin' "Whiskey in the Jar"
And it's laser cannon, River Shannon
one two three four five,
he's fifty fuckin' five and one
and Astar's still Alive

He's still alive!

*Solo*

Now heroes come, and heroes go,
and this one's not the first,
and if he wasn't there, you wouldn't know his name
And the only time he took a fall,
'twas Astar to be seen
There was a bottle of Whiskey in it, just the same

(fight!) The Robot Gods have spoken
(fight!) The plasma guns a-smokin'
(fight!) There must be combat 'till the ancient curse of Krog is broken

(kill!) He's Planet Danger spawn and
(kill!) He puts his arm back on and
Oh...

And so he fights,
And they come from far and wide,
to watch him fight the Robots
singin' "Fiddly-Diddly-DIE!"
And it's laser cannon, River Shannon
one two three four five,
he's fifty fuckin' five and one
and Astar's still Alive

He's still alive!

*Solo*

Astar: Destroy.

Ye Ladies Of Milan
(Smyth)

IN DA MORNNG I RIED FOR G3NOA
AND!!!1 OMG IMM LEAVNG DA GIRLS IVA LOVAD SO DEER
THEIR AS WARM AND MISCHEIVOUS AS THAY DO APAAR
AND IF BAUTY IS UR PASION W3L U BST FIND IT H3R3

CHORUS!1!1! OMG WTF
SO R THE WEL R TEH WEL FARE MIRANDA
AND OMG GODBYA 2 Y3 LADEIS OF MILAN
WAL I HAEV SEN MOST OF MOST OF U AS WAS MAH PLAN
NOW! OMG WTF U BT3R FIND ANOTHER INMORA2 MAN

SWET OMG WTF LOL SARAH WAS A FIEN ITALIAN MADEEN
EV3N!!1! OMG LOL FIENR WIT HAR KNIK3RS ROUND HER
WIT!111 LOL ANG3LIA IT WAS HOWD U DO AND IF U PLZ!1!1
OMG I HAD IN TEH KITCHAN FORA U COUNT UP 2 THRE

CHORUS

TWAS!1!1! LOL FODERO FOR BR3AKFAST LUNCH AND DIN3R
BUT WTF LOL ONLY ONE OF TH3M WUD STAAL THIS ROVIN H3ART
FARE MIRANDA HAD ME ON A STRNG RIGHT FROM DA START
BUTOMG WH3N H3R HUSBAND TREID 2 SHOT MA I NU WED HAEV 2 PART

CHORUS

SO LOL R THE WAL R DA WEL FARE MIRANDA
AND GODBYE 2 YA LADEIS OF MILAN
W3L OMG WTF LOL I HAEV SEN MOST OF MOST OF U AS WAS MAH PLAN
NOW1!1!!!1 OMG U BTER FIND ANOTHER INMORA2 MAN

!!11!1! OMG LOL

Lay Down And Die

(Smyth)

Now you can't miss a woman
properly at least
Without cursing her name to a drink
And it's how are you doing, at what will you have?
And it's much colder out than you'd think

Now O'Connell's on William street
hands up to the wall
Shouting mother you left me inside
And when all's said and done, we've all had our fun
And the only thing left is to lay down and die
The only thing left is to lay down and die

Now I'm sick and I'm withered
And I'm lying on the floor
And they're feeding me three times a day
I've been battered to bleed, been on ECT
so get the fuck out of my way

For the roses of London
Are settling to bed
You can hear all the little ones sigh
And when all's said and done, we've all had our fun
And the only thing left is to lay down and die
The only thing left is to lay down and die

 

The Limerick Rake

(Trad., arr Siòbhan)

I am a young fellow that's easy and bold
In Castletown corners I'm very well known
In Newcastle West I spent many a note
With Kitty and Judy and Mary
My father rebuked me for being such a rake
And spending my time in such frolicsome ways
But I ne'er could forget the good nature of Jane
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.

Now some say I'm foolish and some say I'm wise
But the love of the women, I think 'tis no crime
The son of King David had Ten Thousand wives
And his wisdom was highly regarded
Now there's one from Askeaton and one from the Pike
Another from Arda, my heart was beguiled
She lives on the mountain, her stockings are white
and I'd love to be tightenin' her garters

John Damer of Shronel had plenty of gold,
And Devonshire's treasure is twenty times more,
But he's laid on his back among nettles and stones,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.
And when I am dead and am laid to my rest
My women and children shall appear at my wake
They'll gather around me, to offer a prayer

(To the Lord for the soul of their father)

 

The Monday Night Drinking Song

(Smyth)

Have you ever been down to Bank St, On a fine September's eve?
When the trees are swaying gently, like a drunkard in the breeze
When the moon is in the sky, white and shiny like me arse
Well it gives yeh courage and gives you life
And an urge to hit the bars

On a similar Monday evening, to Bank street I did stroll
and In a bold display of typical Jimmy self-control
Well I strolled into the pub, and who'd you think I'd see?
But Ghostface with a pitcher of Beer
And he kindly said to me:

Cho: Come order up the house, we'll booze it all away

There's nary a night for drinking like a Monday

There's Stefan And Stefan and Rhowan and Christopher, Joseph and Ryan and Ren
We've all been drunk this badly but we can't remember when
While the Working Joes are tired, and the suits are tucked away
The glasses ring as you hear me sing
Thank god it's bloody Monday

Chorus

So if you're in the neighborhood on the first night of the week
With dry lips and a thirst so fierce that you can hardly speak
Well, come in and take a chair, with the party at table 12
I'll give you a wink and get you a drink
And tell you to fuck yourself

Chorus(x2)

The Drunkard's Lullaby
(Smyth)

With a Whiskey or four
and me head on the floor
I could see the lights come shining through the pints
I saw you on the phone, sweet Janey
I passed out on the way back home
I hopped a train to West Wisconsin
this copper found me all alone
Oh Jane, my girl, this whole bloody world
he kicked me in the teeth and left me to die

Chorus:
and you've been sailing away
for a year and a day
to leave me singing the Drunkard's Lullaby

You said "Life is short
and time distorts"
And you couldn't wait another year for my luck
The Pacific is a dangerous ocean
it stretches from the east to the west
They pulled the glass out from my shoulder
they stitched me up along my chest
You're gone, you're gone I'll carry on
with all the words to "Fields of Athenry"

Chorus

And I swear to God, When I'm down in the sod
My maggots and my worms will slur their speech
Aren't we all doing what we have to
just doin' what we have to do?
You're swimming off the coast of Malta
I'm drowning in the mountain dew
You're gone, you're gone, I'll carry on
Though I'm sitting here too f****** c***** to cry

Chorus

Salford Town

I've never been out of Salford Town, the place where I was born
except when I was in the ranks and wore a uniform
But I'd sooner never travel, if the only way to see the world
is through the battle sights of a mark four 303

I've got a little baby, he's the apple of my eye
when I think about his future my thoughts take wing and fly
What kind of future can there be with planes and tanks and guns
all flying high and dropping bombs on other people's sons

I'd like to see the whole wide world, all north, south, east and west
I'd like to travel everywhere with the girl that I love best
But I'll die right here beside this gas-yard wall before I'll stand
in some other country with a bayonet in my hand

 

The Kilfinane Parish

(Smyth)

His name is Patrick Lee and he's a right and pious man
He is the proper parish priest up there in Kilfinane
If I'd a shiny penny for each hour of his refrains
I'd buy a round for Limerick and feed it with the change

chorus: We all go up to Kilfinane
In Sunday morning rain
With holes in all our trousers
And devils in our brains
We all go up to Kilfinane
And what's it all to you
Liquefied, glassy-eyed
And lurching in the pews

It happens on a Saturday, they come from far and near
Some bring port and whiskey, and some bring malted beer
At old McFadden's cottage 'till the dawning of the day
Roaring up and staggering and drunk in disarray

O'Donnell brings a fiddle and there's music at the bar
There's pretty Jane McDougall and she's serving up the jars
By seven in the morning, O'Leary's in the lurch
We'll drop him in the wheelbarrow, and head towards the church

 

Cheshire Delight

(Smyth)

Through all the moments of sadness and glory
Through all of the bastards and jackos and fights
I'm coming straight over the fair streets of Soho
With songs on my pale lips and ghosts in the night
Through war on the wireless and flesh on the streets
The place it has stood there for time incomplete
There were cap-heads and creepers and auld night watch keepers
There for the whiskey and Cheshire delight
There for the whiskey and Cheshire delight

There Dickens they say used to put them away
And his spirit would go haunting bold Hardy and Joyce
Their children still spinning of boozing and sinning
A hundred years later for six times the price
Long nights I did sit there with hundreds of men
Some brazen, some drunken, some not seen again
There was more pretty women to dance in and swim in
There for the whiskey and Cheshire delight
There for the whiskey and Cheshire delight

So come all ye businessmen, travellers and bank whores
And give up yer ears to this place if you please
You'll hear Londoners crying and laughing and dying
And my voice approaching from over the breeze
Not the steps of Saint Paul's nor Whitechapel below
Could bring you this story of beauty and woe
'neath your darkness and mud runs my fair city's blood
There for the whiskey and Cheshire delight
There for the whiskey and Cheshire delight

 

Spancil Hill

(Trad., arr Siòbhan)

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland's Isle did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with a will
And I came to anchor surely at the cross of Spancil Hill

It being the 23rd June the day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters in crowds assembled there
The young and the old, the brave and the bold their duty to fulfill
At the little Church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill

I went to see my neighbors to see what they would say
The old ones they were dead and gone and the young ones torn and grey
I met with the tailor Quigley, he's a bold as ever still
Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as fair as any lily flower and gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny, I love you still"
Oh she's Ned the farmers daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill

I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
She said, "Johnny you're only joking as many the time before"
The cock crewed in the morning he sounded loud and shrill

And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill

 

I Got Drunk in Europe

(Michael Munnik)

chorus:
I got drunk in Europe,
I got drunk in Europe,
I got drunk in Europe,
And I drank on the plane ride home

I touched down in Amsterdam
After eight long hours on the plane
Then I grabbed my bags, and I headed to the pub
To put me back to the sky once again

Chorus

Well in Paris, France, I took my chance
On the cheap beer flowing from the taps
Then I went to Prague where I dabbled in the Grog
and they dragged me to my bunk for a nap

And the Belgian beers are fine I hear
they make the best damned lagers in the land
with a few more pints, I will certainly agree
that' if I'm still able to stand

Chorus

I got bombed in Britain
I got smashed in Spain
I got Blitzed in Berlin
and when I sobered up again
I soaked my mind in Italian wine
I got drunk in Europe!

Well from London town where the ale is brown
to the red Chianti sold in Rome
no matter the city, no matter the tongue
where there's drink, I'm surely at home

Chorus (x2)