It's Nice To Meet You

Please make sure to contact the venue for confirmation 24 hours before any scheduled date.

    2016

DiBastiani Family Reunion (Everyone is invited)
26 Brown Rd Fawn Grove PA 17321

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DON'T MISS THIS!!

WHAT: DiBastiani/Delcher Family and Friends Reunion
WHEN: Saturday July 9th 20016 2:00PM
WHERE: Paul’s Place -- 26 Brown Rd Fawn Grove PA 17321
MUSIC:
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Barleyjuice

Rob Fahey and The Pieces (de jour) L. Townsend,. J. Tracey

Mini-Jam: Rob Fahey, Kyf Brewer, Lee Townsend, John Tracey
and maybe, just maybe Bobby Hird

The Stone House Band

Jeff Stikes Group
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Party begins at 2:00 Music at 4:00
Bounce house, water games, softball and smores for the kids.
Hamburgers, Hot dogs, Chicken provided
Please bring one dish to pitch in. We need salad, and desserts for 125 people. If you are attending I need the amount of people and what dish you are bringing. My email address is paul@hlnetworks.com
Camping is fine. Bring a tent and enjoy.
You must bring all of your own beverages.
Bottled water will be available.
RSVP by 6/25
Adults $25.00 each donation toward the bands and food. Kids free
This will be an epic party! Don’t miss it.

    2016

Annapolis Irish Festival
Anne Arundel County Fairgrounds 1450 Generals Hwy, Crownsville, MD 21032

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One show early Friday evening. We will post times as soon as they do!

    2016

Annapolis Irish Festival
Anne Arundel County Fairgrounds 1450 Generals Hwy, Crownsville, MD 21032

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Shows throughout the day. We will post times as soon as they tell us!

    2016

Hunter Mountain Celtic Festival
64 Klein Ave., Route 23A, Hunter NY 12442

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Another year at Hunter Mountain, up where the air is thinner so the Juice goes straight to your head...

showtimes TBA

    2016

Ohio Celtic Fest
Classic Park, 35300 Vine Street Eastlake, Ohio 44095

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Three days! More info soon

    2016

Ohio Celtic Fest
Classic Park, 35300 Vine Street Eastlake, Ohio 44095

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Three days! More info soon

    2016

Ohio Celtic Fest
Classic Park, 35300 Vine Street Eastlake, Ohio 44095

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Three days! More info soon

    2016

Eric's Birthday
All Over the World

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for he's a jolly good fellow

    2016

Kyf's Birthday
All Over the World

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for he's a jolly good fellow

    2016

South Buffalo Irish Feis
Cazenovia Park, Warren Spahn Way, Buffalo NY 14210

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Our fifth year! watch us ride real south Irish buffalos!

9:45 - 11

    2016

Barley Trio @ Maryland Renaissance Faire
1821 Crownsville Rd, Annapolis, MD 21401

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The Juice Trio - Kyf, Swanny & Alice hit the beer & oyster shooters hard on Irish Weekend!

Blackfriar's Theatre

Phone: (410) 266-7304

    2016

Barley Trio @ Maryland Renaissance Faire
1821 Crownsville Rd, Annapolis, MD 21401

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The Juice Trio - Kyf, Swanny & Alice hit the beer & oyster shooters hard on Irish Weekend!

Blackfriar's Theatre - showtimes TBA

Phone: (410) 266-7304

    2016

John's Birthday
All Over the World

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for he's a jolly good fellow

    2016

Alice's Birthday
All Over the Casino

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for she's a jolly good fellow

    2016

Halfway to St. Paddy's @ O'Malley's Pub
500 Welt Street, Weston Missouri 64098

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We can't stay away from the lovable dungeon...back at O'Malley's Pub for Halfway to St. Party's Weekend! And on a Friday night... respectable!

(816) 640-5235

    2016

Greeley Irish Festival
Greeley Nebraska

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Can't tell you much more than is on their all-inclusive website, except that this is their Tenth Annual Festival, so it's predicted to be bigger and better than ever. It's our second time out there, and we're happy to return! A great fest in a great town out in the middle of Nebraska, under the most velvety blanket of stars any coastal dweller has ever seen!

We will post a schedule when we get it.

    2016

Celtic Classic
305 Conestoga St, Bethlehem, PA 18018

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Back at Celtic Classic for two days!

FRIDAY:
4:30 at Tavern in the Glen
8:30 in the Grand Pavilion

    2016

Celtic Classic
305 Conestoga St, Bethlehem, PA 18018

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Back at Celtic Classic for two days!

ONE SHOW SATURDAY:
6:00 in The Grand Pavilion

    2016

Weston Irish Festival
O'Malley's Pub and Courtyard, 500 Welt Street, Weston MO 64098

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Back at O'Malley's by popular demand! We never get the schedule until they post it - just BE THERE. (we will share of course when we get it because we're actually very nice people)

    2016

Weston Irish Festival
500 Welt Street, Weston Missouri 64098

Details

Back at O'Malley's by popular demand! We never get the schedule until they post it - just BE THERE. (we will share the schedule of course when we get it because we are actually very nice people)

    2016

Weston Irish Festival
500 Welt Street, Weston Missouri 64098

Details

Back at O'Malley's by popular demand! We never get the schedule until they post it - just BE THERE. (we will share the schedule of course when we get it because we are actually very nice people)

    2017

North Myrtle Beach St. Paddy's Festival
Main Street, North Myrtle Beach, SC 29582

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Screw any chance of snow in March...we're headed back to Myrtle to kick off St. Paddy's Week! This is a free outdoor event, wild in the streets with lots of eats and beer on hand. Bring your appetite, sunscreen and exuberance!

1:00 - 2:15pm
2:45 - 4:00pm

    2017

Carroll Arts Theater
91 West Main St., Westminster MD 21157

Details

This makes our 11th annual return to the Carroll Arts Theater... and this year Friday is guaranteed to be a blowout because it falls on ST. PADDY's DAY! Be sure to get your tix early - not up for sale yet, but you can always contact boxoffice@CarrollCountyArtsCouncil.org to find out when you can purchase them. Don't miss us this year!

410-848-7272
info@CarrollCountyArtsCouncil.org

    2017

Carroll Arts Theater
91 West Main St., Westminster MD 21157

Details

This makes our 11th annual return to the Carroll Arts Theater... and this year is guaranteed to be a blowout because it falls on ST. PADDY's WEEKEND! Be sure to get your tix early - not up for sale yet, but you can always contact boxoffice@CarrollCountyArtsCouncil.org to find out when you can purchase them. Don't miss us this year!

410-848-7272
info@CarrollCountyArtsCouncil.org

Kyf Brewer

vocals, guitar, accordion, harmonica, bagpipes, congas, bodhran, tinwhistle, haggis, jam butties

Brewer is the throaty git on the microphone. He writes and sings for Barleyjuice, as he did previously for Company of Wolves, and before that The Ravyns. His whiskey-soaked vocal nodules have been exploited for everything from VH1's Before They Were Rock Stars to Dodge commercials, and he can be spotted with the unkilted eye in such cult films as Serial Mom and Fahrenheit 911 as well as playing a cop in NBC's Homicide and a sleazy photographer in CBS' Hack. Never really any good at holding down a steady job, Brewer occasionally pipes, and joined Swanny in the Millenium Pipes March on Edinburgh, Scotland in 2000. Kyf wants fans to know that his favourite colour is plaid and to please refrain from tossing haggis at him onstage, as it can be quite slippery.

Keith Swanson

vocals, guitar, bouzouki, mandolin, bagpipes, tinwhistle, bass, mutton kebobs

Though spurned at birth and subsequently raised by squirrels, Swanny has shown great adaptive skills. After leaving the security of his treetop home to rejoin the human world, he eschewed acorns in favor of guitars and bagpipes, and earned the rank of Pipe Major of the Loch Rannoch Pipe Band in 1997. He and they marched in the Millenium March in Edinburgh, Scotland in 2000. Swanny founded Barleyjuice with Kyf and others in 1998. His vast collection of Nancy songs and uncanny ability to pick an apropos jig is the stuff of celtic-rodent legend.

Eric Worthington

bass guitar, drunken harmonies, pint glass

Despite being both Scottish and Irish, Eric was allowed to join the band anyway. He has spent the last several years using his walking bass lines to step all over the vocals of such Philly acts as the Bobby Lenti Band, Lenny G and the Soulsenders, and his own pet project, The Karmic Repair Company. Prior to that, Eric lived a dual life of Accountant-By-Day, Lap-Dancer-By Night, which may explain his kilt fetish. Or not. And ladies, his favorite colour is eleven.

Alice O'Quirke

violin / fiddle, viola, vocals, piano, cajon, djembe, tinwhistle, endless hair

Irish-Italian, hailing from the outskirts of Philadephia, Alice had been searching for just the right vehicle with which to exhibit her limitless talents. After pillaging various universities including Eastern, Temple, and Immaculata, collecting degrees and opportunities, she has found a home with Barleyjuice, who encourages her to make as much of a spectacle of herself as she pleases. Alice can also Irish dance as well as Latin dance, so we warn audiences to give her space, lest someone be injured should she attempt both at once.

John Tracey

drums, pots, pans, anything that might be in front of him

What can be said about John Tracey that hasn't been said already? His long career of banging things has included being a member of such notable groups as Climbadonkey, The Ravyns, Crack The Sky, Rob Fahey & the Pieces, and many more. We're sure all these people have had things to say about him but we didn't ask any of them. Hailing from Baltimore, John has tried a number of good crab dishes and talks with that funny Baltimoron accent. Non-job-related feats John has attempted include riding on the front of his car while driving it, jumping over his drum kit while playing it, performing drum solos on non-drum surfaces, and riding a unicycle. Oh, and John's family is actually Irish. There's the one thing no one has ever said about him. Until now.

Please learn all of these lyrics and, in a melodic way, say them back to us as we perform.

(Click a cd title and you'll get the lyrics.)

St. Patrick's Day (© 2013 John Rafferty /add'l lyrics by Kyf Brewer)

Well the cop in the subway stuck his eye in my cup,
He said pour it out Paddy, cause i've seen enough,
And move yourself along or it's an Irish Kiss
Then I'll call for the wagon and I'll haul your ass in

chorus
Watch me chase all the snakes away,
Jamison and ginger after the parade
I could think of something so perfect to say
New York City on Saint Patrick's Day


I like Paddy whiskey but Jamo is tops
See me drinkin Bushmills you best call the cops
I'm dapper Sunday morning, by night I'm a slob
Sleeping is my enemy, drinkin's my job

chorus

I made a deal with the driver of the B68
Said he'd drop me off in Flatbush, I'm just to abstain
There's no open containers, go sit in the back
With the old Jewish ladies, don't ya give em no crap

chorus

Well the bus topped a hole and I rolled out
Couldn't find the curb, so they hauled me downtown
But the sergeant took heart, the only reason I think
There's a bloody lot of Murphys down the 9th precinct.

Watch me chase all the snakes away,
Jamo and ginger after the parade
I could think of something so perfect to say
New York City on Saint Patrick's Day.



Three Sheets To The Wind I (© 2013 Keith Swanson)

Let's go down to Whiskey Town
Land of song and sin
We're not leavin' till we're weavin'
Three Sheets To The Wind

Roll away on the morning tide
Sail away cross the ocean wide
We know that life is hard before the mast
And every port-o-call can be your last

Let's go down to Whiskey Town
Land of song and sin
We're not leavin' till we're heavin'
Three Sheets To The Wind

On our way by the light of dawn
When you wake we'll be hours gone
The life we lead is not a lengthy one
So while we're here we're gonna have our fun

Let's go down to Whiskey Town
Land of song and sin
We're not leavin' till we're weavin'
Three Sheets To The Wind
Let's go down to Whiskey Town
Raise a glass or ten
Pour me more till I'm the floor
Three Sheets To The Wind

Here today and tomorrow gone
It's time to liven up this festival
Make sure that Eric gets a vegetable

Let's go down to Whiskey Town
Land of song and sin
We're not leavin' till we're heavin'
Three Sheets To The Wind
Let's go down to Whiskey Town
Raise a glass or ten
Pour me more till I'm the floor
Three Sheets To The Wind.


Three Sheets To The Wind II (© 2013 Keith Swanson)

Back when I was sailin'
Was a barmaid serving here
She had a way of pouring
Made it more than just a beer
She'd tilt her head and smile
Pull the handle, wink her eye
If someone ordered whiskey
Well you'd almost wonder why

Sailin' lads who came to town
Would stand around and grin
Drinkin' in the talents
Of the lovely Jenny Flynn
We all tried to bed her
And though she denied us all
The cruelest words she spoke a man
Was when she'd shout last call

Set 'em up now Jenny
For the ships are sailin' in
We've got tales and treasures
Of the places we have been
We've been too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-long
Away from scotch and gin
We're not leavin' till we're weavin'
Three Sheets To The Wind

I lived a rover's life
Spent many broads a year
And when I'm feeling homesick
These old sea legs drag me here
Jenny's hasn't aged at all
She still can turn a head
And sailors still are saying
The same stuff they've always said

They say set 'em up now Jenny
For the ships are sailin' in
We've got tales and treasures
Of the places we have been
We've been too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-long
Away from scotch and gin
We're not leavin' till we're weavin'
Three Sheets To The Wind.


Whiskey & Weed (© 2013 Kyf Brewer)

He left in the morning
His bags were not packed
And continued to do so
For days after that
Not a weapon was raised
Only verbal attacks
Till the day she decided
He couldn't come back

So come let us bring the girl
Whiskey & Weed
For the pain and the heartache she's knowin'
A roomful of rose petals,
Whiskey & Weed
And a promise to keep her
From blowing away

Her comings and goings
Were notably miss'd
And to no one in kind
Would she offer her kiss
(She) said because I'm not wired
To handle all this
Now there's fire in me head
And I must go to bed

So come let us bring the girl
Whiskey & Weed
For the pain and the heartache she's knowin'
A roomful of rose petals,
Whiskey & Weed
And a promise to keep her
From blowing away

Promises said
With a wink and a beg
Are the playgrounds of devils and fools
Promises grayed
When no plans have been laid
And nobody's got time for the rules

Come let us bring the girl
Whiskey & Weed
For the pain and the heartache she's knowin'
A roomful of rose petals,
Whiskey & Weed
And a promise to keep her
From blowing away.


Longest Night of the Year (© 2013 Eric Worthington)

She was lighting a fire
To celebrate the solstice again
We were fighting desire
We both knew we would give in by the end

I thought she had an open heart
It was just her heaving breasts
Standing by the oaken hearth
With the other heathen guests

And we were all drinking fluids with the druids
On the Longest Night Of The Year

From here on the days are getting longer
The sun comes to renew our spirit
And we're all getting stronger
Come on over here, you can really feel it

The churches and the temples
Each have their traditions
Now all the town tonight has come
To indulge in their seditions

For it's well known by everyone
That the Pagans have more fun
And so we were all drinking fluids with the druids
On the Longest Night Of The Year.


Catholic Guilt (© 2013 Kyf Brewer)

Heave away (heave away)
Heave away (heave away)
Heave away this plastic Mary
For the truth shall be named
And the rest shall remain
In the dear ould Catholic Guilt

It was 19 & 5
When me pa did arrive
At the docks in the new york of A
And the dear little church
Where me family was birthed
Was the emblem of suff'ring and shame
Every cross, every tear
Every Happy New Year
Every vow of a new resolution
Every oath of good grace
Was all delicat'ly laced within papal persecution

And we prayed for reprieve each Sunday morn
To save us from damnation
And we meant what we prayed
but the price that we paid
Was in bloody Catholic Guilt

Heave away (heave away)
Heave away (heave away)
Heave away this plastic Mary
For the truth shall be named
And the rest shall remain
In your dear ould Catholic Guilt

All the years did commence
To the bright present tense
Leaving heaven and hell looming o'er us
And the church with their grace
Kept us all in our place
With their bloody Catholic chorus

And here it's been 10 hundred years
And the clans have all mutated
Christians, Pagans and Jews
Have been all but diffused
But for bloody Catholic Guilt

Heave away (heave away)
Heave away (heave away)
Heave away this plastic Mary
For the truth shall be named
And the rest shall remain
In your dear ould Catholic Guilt

Let us cleanse ourselves this bloody morn
Lest the ros'ry do it for us
May the good be displayed
Let us toast and get laid
Without bloody Catholic Guilt

Heave away (heave away)
Heave away (heave away)
Heave away this plastic Mary
For the truth shall be named
And the rest shall remain
In your bloody Catholic Guilt.


Whelan's Barroom (traditional/lyrics by Gillian Welch, adapted from Barroom Girls)

Oh the night came undone like a party dress
And fell at her feet in a beautiful mess
The smoke and the whiskey came home in her curls
And they crept through the dreams of the barroom girls

Well she tosses and turns 'cause the sun is unkind
And the heat of the day is coming in through the blinds
Leave all the blue skies for the rest of the world
Because the neon will shine for the barroom girls

Oh the barroom girls go by your side
Like the ponies you pass on a carousel ride
And all of the colors go 'round in a swirl
When you dance in the arms of the barroom girls

Now she rolls to her feet, she can't sleep no more
And looks at her clothes lying out on the floor
Last night's spangles and yesterday's pearls
Are the bright morning stars of the barroom girls
Last night's spangles and yesterday's pearls
Are the bright morning stars of the barroom girls.


Whiskey For Christmas (© 2013 Kyf Brewer)

My love says she's giving up
Whiskey For Christmas
Champagne for New Year's
And New Year's Day
My favourite thing about
Whiskey For Christmas
Is all of your loved ones
Who give it away

My love looks incredible
Tucked in her corset
She's an endorsement
For yuletide class
She's specially edible
And truly entrancing
When i've been romancing
Me holiday glass

It's not the same
Without the fabulous dame
Drunk in the parlour room
But on the shelf
There's now a burgeoning wealth
Of what she won't consume
So hide that gloom, 'cause

My love says she's giving up
Whiskey For Christmas
Champagne for New Year's
And New Year's Day
My favourite thing about
Whiskey For Christmas
Is all of your loved ones
Who give it away

I like the ringing bells
And spirits as well
As any Christian gents
But she could never know
How much I adore
Her give of temperance
In present tense, cause

My love says she's giving up
Whiskey For Christmas
Champagne for New Year's
And New Year's Day
My favourite thing about
Whiskey For Christmas
Is all of your loved ones
Who give it away.


Little O'Belle et Bonne (© 2013 Kyf Brewer)

Oh... The day started off with the morn
The dogs had all slept in the corn
And the cock crowed her hail
As she bid us farewell
And took off on her trail of scorn

She'd come to our village to rest
And to get the whole world off her chest
While the gobshites took flight
On this lady of night
All the boys in the bar said God Bless

Chorus
Cuz...
She can talk without flappin' her gums
She can hitch without usin' her thumbs
May you break your teeth
On each word you may speak against
Little O'Belle et Bonne

The coppers all gave her the keys
And we blessed her whenever she sneezed
Businessmen on the street
Laid their coats at her feet
Lest she step in a smidgeon of grease

But the dames remained wary and cool
And considered each husband a fool
So they thought they would fix her
By planning a mixer
And bankers to bums came to drool

The aristocrats all dressed in red
Thinking that it might turn a few heads
But she'd brook no abuse
From their murderous ruse
And in turn showed up ready for bed

Bad girl
Look what ya done to us
Now girl
The women are onto us
Bad girl
Who cares what you do for your pay
They say
You'll only bring mis'ry
But well-behaved women
Seldom make hist'ry
And ain't it a myst'ry
More often than nae
It's a well-behaved woman
that gets in the way

The judge crashed the party by nine
And the jailer did follow behind
But they shared an obsession
For the oldest profession
And hence had a rollicking time

The queen of attention was she
A prism of equality
Not a man lost his wife
Through that terrible strife
Till next day they all followed her lead...

Cuz...
She can talk without flappin' her gums
She can hitch without usin' her thumbs
May you break your teeth
On each word you may speak against
Little O'Belle et Bonne
She can talk without snappin' her gum
She can hitch without usin' her thumbs
May you break your teeth
On each word you may speak against
Little O'Belle et Bonne!


Sweet Young Thing (Michael Nesmith, Gerry Goffin, Carole King)

Know that something very strange
Is happening to my brain.
I'm either feeling very good
Or else I am insane.
The seeds of doubt you planted
Have started to grow wild
But feel that I must yield before
The wisdom of a child

And it's love you bring,
No that I can't deny,
With your wings,
I can learn to fly,
Sweet young thing.

People try to talk to me
Their words are ugly sounds
But I resist all their attempts
To try and drag me down..
Turned on to the sunset,
Like I've never done before.
And I listen for your footsteps
And your knock upon the door

And it's love you bring,
With dreams of bluer skies
All these things,
When I seem them in your eyes
Sweet young thing.


Skulduggery Street
(© 2010 Kyf Brewer)

As I was out walking because of the car
That I wrecked early on in the day
I spied a young knacker who claimed he'd gone lost
And I asked him to show me the way
He sailed me through alleys and whisked behind policemen,
My bearings were heels over head
Till soon I could see this was nowhere to be
If you care if you're living or dead
But I found my feet and was pleasantly pleased
To find that I truly fit in

And it's up through the downspout
And in through the out door
The sound of two nickels is music so sweet
We'll stow you away for a bit of your pay
'Cause everything goes on Skulduggery Street

It's a good day to drink and a good day to drown
And the forecast is sunny with rain
And misled are the chieftains who govern this town
If they tell you there's life without pain
So find a street corner that's stinkin' and dim
And speak your dark pleasures to me

And it's up through the downspout
And in through the out door
What trouble today would you fancy to meet?
Look well to the strumpets who sit on their crumpets
And wave to the boys on Skulduggery Street

Come end your discomforts, your upsets, your woes
We'll be here for your every desire
We'll quiet your landlord on debts you might owe
For a pittance of what he requires
So come join our table of royals and rogues
Just mind you don't spit on your sleeves

And it's up through the downspout
And in through the out door
The sound of two nickels is music so sweet
Tread light past the seers who'd first cut off your ears
Than confess what they done on Skulduggery Street
And it's up through the downspout and in through the out door
To never climb out from this dirty tired beat
Bid well to the strumpets who'll sit on your trumpet
And sing all the day on Skulduggery Street.


Connemara Ground
(© 2010 Keith Swanson, Kyf Brewer)

The first thing I remember is my mother's ardent eyes
Gazing from the doorway as the world went drifting by.
The sky it was the bluest blue, the earth it did resound
The day I took my first steps on the Connemara Ground.

I chased the cows and chickens round and helped to haul the peat,
And hid among the flaggers when I needed some retreat.
We pinched the pound and grew our own, to seasons we were bound,
And it all tasted of heaven straight from Connemara Ground.

One day me cousin beckoned me to come across the sea -
"The other side is beautiful and plentiful and free,
They'll pay you just to cut their grass and keep their garden sound,
Come exorcise your spirit from the Connemara Ground."

I been across a hundred times and made my presence high,
And still remember clearly signs, "No Irish Need Apply".
You could have done without me boys, without me ancient face,
But America the beautiful would be a different place.

Now some will say the greenest grass is on the other crest,
And some will wave their nation's flag and claim to be the best,
But home is where you hang your hat, the truth is safe and sound
In the devil wind and secrets in my Connemara Ground.


Prettiest Girl At The Fair
(© 2010 Kyf Brewer)

Once we was fancy free
Aimless and arrogant
Dancing in tatters, we,
A long time ago
Drinking our union wage
Calling our elders out
Everything in our grasp
A long time ago

But time is a hobo
With dirt on his face
You can dress him in tails
But you can't take him anywhere

Turned round and there she was
Drifting on air she was
With ribbons and braids in her hair
She was the prettiest girl at the fair

Nights on the summer sound
Castles and carnivals
Hearts broken every day
But don't let it show
And there was whiskey, babe
Carnage from drunk parades
We pulled each other through
A long time ago

But time is a scissor
That cuts you to shreds
Steals your beauty and poise
And destroys all the evidence

Turned round and there she was
Drifting on air she was
With ribbons and braids in her hair
She was the prettiest girl at the fair

Soft as the ground she tread
Thoughts tumbling through me head
Could I be her hero or chance to wed
The prettiest girl at the fair?

All the prettiest things
Will they vanish with youth
Like a flash before thunder
Or promise on paper
And leave us with demons
And dragons to slay
And we'll fight till we sleep
And I slept till you shook me alive today

But time is a doctor
With blood on his head
He can heal every bone
But he can't raise the dead for you

Turned round and there she was
Drifting on air she was
With ribbons and braids in her hair
She was the prettiest girl at the fair

Could I be her hero or chance to wed
The prettiest girl at the fair?


Get Your Irish On
(© 2010 Kyf Brewer)

Well a man pushes west to a new set of mountains
On his back there's a fiddle and a drum
And the sound he makes ignites the whole country
Makes the new world hum

Well the man takes a wife and he teaches her to whistle
And he picks up the fiddle in the while
And the people come around and they bang and they howl
Sing songs of the devil and the sky

Now several years later and a new set of players
And the old ways crumbled and gone
But they still come alive with the spirit and the song
So come on honey, get your Irish on

There once was a young woman who was tall thin and lovely
But her heart was as wicked as the day
And she bellowed at her children kept em locked up in the cellar
Drove her suitors away

Then a man came from Dublin who could tell what was troublin' her
With eyes as wide as the sea
And he ended all her bitchin' with his courtin' in the kitchen
As he sang about the love and harmony

Then they popped that cork on his poitin bottle
And they rolled 'neath the covers till the dawn
Cause nothing is as strong as the spirit and the song
He said, come on honey get your Irish on!

One young couple sitting calm and collected
When the ceilidh band started up to play
They was two tired people with a foot in the grave
Had nothing to say

But the ceilidh band started up brave and strong
And the music drifted over the fair
And the singer sang and instruments rang
And the feet started kickin' in the air

Then up jumps the boy and does a jig on a log
And he pleads for her to be his bride
Cause nothing exists but the spirit and the song
He says come on honey, get your Irish on!


Molly's Girls
(© 2010 Gregory Schroeder, Kyf Brewer)

Ginger had to call through the locked door
Molly's always opens half past two
Bonnie came with Heather down the alley
Who'd have thought they all was in cahoots?

Opening to Ginger's "what's your pleasure?"
A simple jar of amber please to fill
Heather says you lot will never measure
To the ones like him who pay for spills

Ginger got us drunk together
And in our stupor found each other
All the rum that came from Heather
Just made Bonnie's lies sound better

Ginger says "what do I owe the pleasure?"
And I'd be in me heaven with these three
Smitten by the free advice from Heather
Any topic save sobriety

Drunken offers came and went so lightly
The girls never so cruel
Drunken sailors shuffled down to Molly's
Dizzy seamen on her ship of fools

Ginger got us drunk together
And in our stupor paid the charter
All the gin that came from heather
Just made Bonnie's bum look better

Stranded in this bar
A lowly customer
If I could get just one of you, one of you

Ginger got us drunk together
Gave us hope for easy pleasure
All the gin that came from Heather
Just made Bonnie's bum look better

Ginger got us drunk together
Gave us hope for easy pleasure
Tipped our euros, tin and leather
Then we sang this all together
Till the sun did shine.


Whiskey Maid
(© 2010 Kyf Brewer)

Oh,
The longing was sweet
There in the peat
Where we did meet
You,
With all of your charm
Did take my arm
And left me quite warm

We
Rode into town
Me staring down
The front of your gown
Straight
Up to your flat
Where the neighbor swore that
I sat on your cat

The landlady burst in the room
White as a candle, and drunk as a loon

You,
Your toes in the air
Except for your hair,
Was totally bare
I,
Thinking quite fast
Covered my ass
And filled up her glass

The villagers gathered in throng
'Cause drunk as we were we rolled out to the lawn

We, An afternoon had
A dizzy triad
Modestly clad
And so,
Town history made
Now each first of May
They have a parade

And now we know
That life can be hell
But from what I can tell
It's treated you well
But oh,
The longing was sweet
There in the peat
Where we did meet.


Jock MacGraw
(Traditional)

Behold, I am a soldier bold,
And only twenty five years old,
A braver warrior never was seen,
Frae Inverness tae Gretna Green.

When I was young, my father said,
He'd apprentice me in decent trade,
But I did na' like the job at a',
So I went and joined the Forty-Twa.

The wind may blaw, the cock may craw,
The rain may rain and the snaw may snaw,
But you wid'na frighten Jock MacGraw,
The stoutest man in the Forty-Twa

The sergeant, when he listed me,
He winked his e'e and then says he:
A man like you sae stout and tall,
Can ne'er be killed by a cannonball

The captain then, when he cam round,
He looked me up and looked me down,
Then turning to the sergeant, "Why you scamp,
You've 'listed the bleachfield, oot 'n' tramp."

The wind may blaw, the cock may craw,
The rain may rain and the snaw may snaw,
But you wid'na frighten Jock MacGraw,
The stoutest man in the Forty-Twa

At our last fecht, across the sea,
The general he sends after me,
When I get there and my big gun,
Of course the battle, it was won.

The enemy all run awa',
They were feared at the likes o' Jock MacGraw,
A man like me sae tall and neat,
Ye ken yoursel' he could never be beat.

The wind may blaw, the cock may craw,
The rain may rain and the snaw may snaw,
But you wid'na frighten Jock MacGraw,
The stoutest man in the Forty-Twa

The King then held a grand review,
We numbered a thousand and sixty two,
The Kilty lads cam marchin' past,
And Jock MacGraw cam marchin' last.

The royal party grab their sticks,
And then began to stretch their necks,
Cries the king to the colonel, "Upon my soul,
I took that man for a telegraph pole."

The wind may blaw, the cock may craw,
The rain may rain and the snaw may snaw,
But you wid'na frighten Jock MacGraw,
The stoutest man in the Forty-Twa


Piss 'n' Ginger
(© 2010 Kyf Brewer)

Aye she's a bonnie girl, Piss 'n' Ginger
Aye she's the emerald of me cockles and me stones-o
I need a bonnie girl like Piss 'n' Ginger
A true love who'd never leave me sober

She works down the Fox and Crown, Piss 'n' Ginger
When I go round to see her I get subsequently stoned-o
She knocks off at 2am, Piss'n'Ginger
But I can't stand up to walk her home, no

Long have I been in love
Long have I dreamed about her
Long have I lived without her
Knowing of me jones
But I need a bonnie girl like
Piss 'n' Ginger
A true love who'd never leave me sober

She keeps the blokes in line, Piss 'n' Ginger
Got a set of Johnny Knuckles hidden neat behind the rail
She'll send 'em stumblin' out pissin' ginger
Security for when I'm old and ailing

Long have I been in love
Long have I dreamed about her
Long have I lived without her
Knowing of me jones
But I need a bonnie girl like
Piss 'n' Ginger
A true love who'd never leave me sober

Aye she's a bonnie girl, Piss 'n' Ginger
Aye, she's the emerald of me cockles and me stones-o
I need a bonnie girl like Piss 'n' Ginger
A true love who'd never leave me sober

Long have I been in love
Long have I dreamed about her
Long have I lived without her
Knowing of me jones
But I need a bonnie girl like Piss 'n' Ginger
A true love who'd never leave me sober.


Scottish Green
(© 2010 Eric Worthington)

Leaves are quickly turning Scottish Green
On the links we're burning Scottish Green
With one whiff we had ya, Scottish Green
This is the dog's nadgers, Scottish Green
We don't care what anyone might think
We've got something better than a drink

When whisky wants replacement, Scottish Green
We're sneaking to the basement, Scottish Green
This was once rare tonic, Scottish Green
We're now hydroponic, Scottish Green
We don't care what anyone might say
We've done our work, now it's time to play
Hey, hey, time to play

Northern lights are glowing Scottish Green
All night long we're growing Scottish Green
Aurora Borealis, Scottish Green
All we need right now is Scottish Green
Scottish Green
Scottish Green
Scottish Green
Scottish Green

Ya got any?


Drunken Sailor
(Traditional)

What do you do with a drunken sailor
What do you do with a drunken sailor
What do you do with a drunken sailor
Early in the morning?

Way, hey, up she rises
Way, hey, up she rises
Way, hey, up she rises
Early in the morning

Little of the hair of the dog that bit him
Little of the hair of the dog that bit him
Little of the hair of the dog that bit him
Early in the morning

Way, hey, up she rises
Way, hey, up she rises
Way, hey, up she rises
Early in the morning

Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Early in the morning

Way, hey, up she rises
Way, hey, up she rises
Way, hey, up she rises
Early in the morning

Put him in a longboat till he's sober
Put him in a longboat till he's sober
Put him in a longboat till he's sober
Early in the morning

Way, hey, up she rises
Way, hey, up she rises
Way, hey, up she rises
Early in the morning

Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter
Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter
Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter
Early in the morning

Way, hey, up she rises
Way, hey, up she rises
Way, hey, up she rises
Early in the morning

What do you do with a drunken sailor
What do you do with a drunken sailor
What do you do with a drunken sailor
Early the morning?

Way, hey, up she rises
Way, hey, up she rises
Way, hey, up she rises
Early in the morning.


Pour That Whiskey
(© 2010 Kyf Brewer, Kay Brewer)

Well we all went down to Philly
Didn't have a gig at all
So we sat in a pub in Philly
Just to watch the whiskey fall

Well he set us up in Philly
But he didn't know these boys at all
Cause we knocked em back till the whiskey's end
And shut him down by half past ten

Through the teeth and o'er the gums
Just one slip of the lips and tongue
Till we settle this, the night is young
Pour that feckin' whiskey, son

Well we all went up to Boston
Didn't have a gig at all
So we sat in a pub in Boston
Just to watch the whiskey fall

Through the teeth and o'er the gums
Just one slip of the lips and tongue
Till we settle this, the night is young
Pour that feckin' whiskey, son

There's a tavern down in Georgia
An elegant establishment
Where the bouncers help you off the floor
And police to help you out the door

One for the boys, one for the girls,
Here's to the ones we love the best
Who wait at home for our return
With the smoke and the whiskey on our breath

Through the teeth and o'er the gums
One more slip of the lips and tongue
Till we settle this, the night is young
Oh that pretty whiskey

Sing its praises till we're through
What would Brendan Behan do?
Line em up till Kingdom Come
Pour that feckin' whiskey, son!


Generations
(© 2010 Jim "Carbomb" Parkinson)

They farmed in the fields and they worked in the factories
Surviving the cold and the rain
They built the great land that they call Emerald Isle
Amidst all the hardships and pain

They came from the fields and the cities
With their strength and their souls and their minds
And they sang and they danced to the tunes of old Ireland
So they never would leave them behind

They left from the docks all aboard sailing ships
To the strains of American Wakes
Once through Ellis Island they started the trip
With a dream of a new life to make

They came from the fields and the cities
With their strength and their souls and their minds
And they sang and they danced to the tunes of old Ireland
So they never would leave them behind

They work different jobs and they still raise their families
Surviving the changes and times
They gather in places to share in the music
And sing with the tunes and the rhymes

They came from the fields and the cities
With their strength and their souls and their minds

And they sang and they danced to the tunes of old Ireland So they never would leave them behind

We come from the suburbs and cities
With our strength and our souls and our minds
And we sing and we dance to the tunes of old Ireland
So we never will leave them behind.


DISC 1

All For Me Grog (trad.)

and it's all for me grog
me jolly jolly grog
all for me beer and tobacco
for i spent all me tin
on the lassies drinkin' gin
far across the western ocean i must wander

and where is me shirt,
me noggin noggin shirt?
it's all gone for beer and tobacco
for the collar it is gone
and the sleeves are ripped and torn
and the tail is lookin' out for better weather

and it's all for me grog
me jolly jolly grog
all for me beer and tobacco
for i spent all me tin
on the lassies drinkin' gin
far across the western ocean i must wander

and where are me boots
me noggin noggin boots?
they're all gone for beer and tobacco
for the soles they are worn out
and the heels are kicked about
and the tongue is lookin' out for better weather

and it's all for me grog
me jolly jolly grog
all for me beer and tobacco
for i spent all me tin
on the lassies drinkin' gin
far across the western ocean i must wander

there's a pain in me head
and i haven't been to bed
since first i come ashore with me plunder
i've seen centipedes and snakes
and i'm filled with pains and aches
far across the western ocean i must wander

and it's all for me grog
me jolly jolly grog
all for me beer and tobacco
for i spent all me tin
on the lassies drinkin' gin
far across the western ocean i must wander.


Mush Mush (trad.)

'twas there i learned readin' and writin'
at dick crowley's where i went to school
and 'twas there i learned howlin' and fightin'
from me schoolmaster mister o'toole

him and me we had many a scrimmage
and devil a copy i wrote
there was ne'er a gossoon in the village
dared tread on the tail of me coat

singin' mush mush mush tu-ral-i-a-dy
mush mush mush tu-ral-i-a
there was ne'er a gossoon in the village
dared tread on the tail of me coat

'twas there i learned all of me courtin'
many lessons i took in the art
till cupid, the blackguard, while sportin'
an arrow drove straight through me heart

molly connor, she lived just forninst me
and tender lines to her i wrote
if you dare say one hard word ag'in 'er
i'll tread on the tail of your coat

singin' mush mush mush tu-ral-i-a-dy
mush mush mush tu-ral-i-a
there was ne'er a gossoon in the village
dared tread on the tail of me coat

but a blackguard called mickey maloney
came stole her affections away
for he'd money and i hadn't any
so i sent him the challenge next day

in the everning we met at the woodbine
the shannon we crossed in a boat
and i lathered him with my shillelah
for he tread on the tail of me coat

singin' mush mush mush tu-ral-i-a-dy
mush mush mush tu-ral-i-a
there was ne'er a gossoon in the village
dared tread on the tail of me coat

oh me fame it went all through the nation
folks came a flockin' to see
and they cried out without hesitation
you're a fightin' man, billy magee!'
i've cleaned out the finnigan faction
licked all the murphys afloat
if you're in for a row or a ruction
just tread on the tail of me coat

singin' mush mush mush tu-ral-i-a-dy
mush mush mush tu-ral-i-a
there was ne'er a gossoon in the village
dared tread on the tail of me coat.


Nancy Drinks Tequila (K. Swanson)

there's a bonnie lass from county bucks
i'm sure you've heard about
on the subject of the drinkin'
she is utterly devout
never had a dram of whiskey
never had a pint of stout
surely that is not to say
she's the type will do without

nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day
stronger men than old sylvest
i've seen her put away
her lips'll ne'er touch whiskey
beer or porter, punch or tay
nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day

when nancy's in the public house
there's sure to be a bloody row
she'll always drink a dram more than
the landlord can or will allow
if looks could kill it's sure that more
than one man would have up and died
hell it hath no fury as when
nancy's thirst has been denied

nancy drinks tequila
she's not like a normal irish lass
she'll even eat the worm that's lyin'
at the bottom of the glass
i dare you all lads big and small
if you believe you've got the brass
go head to head with nancy and
she'll drink you flat upon your arse

nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day
stronger men than old sylvest
i've seen her put away
her lips'll ne'er touch whiskey
beer or porter, punch or tay
nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day

we used to meet on saturdays
down at the pub the drum and fife
and after twenty shots or so
one night she said she'd be me wife
i can't complain about the pain
that's in me brain each sunday mornin'
i suppose this life i chose
it hasn't come without a warnin'

now we're a loving couple
tipplin' doubles down in dublin town
she's still as pretty as the day
i saw her in her wedding gown
as for me it's plain to see
tequila's cost me liver dear
i wonder if she'll love me less
if i go back to drinkin' beer

nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day
stronger men than old sylvest
i've seen her put away
her lips'll ne'er touch whiskey
beer or porter, punch or tay
nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day


Monto (trad.)

well if you got a wingo-o
take her up to ring-o
where the waxies sing-o
all the day
if you've had your fill o' porter
and you can't go any further
give your man the order -
back to the quay!

and take her up to monto monto monto
take her up to monto langeroo
to you

have you heard of the duke of gloucester
the dirty old imposter
he got a mott and lost her
up the furry glen
he first put on his bowler hat
and buttoned up his trousers
and he whistled for his growler
and he said, "my man -

take me up to monto monto monto
take me up to monto langeroo
to you"

have you heard of the dublin fusileers
them dirty old bamboozileers
they went and got the childer
one two three
marching from the linen hall
there's one for every cannon ball
and vicky's going to send em all
o'er the sea

but first go up to monto monto monto
first go up to monto langeroo
to you

now the czar of russia
and the king of prussia
they landed in the phoenix
in a big balloon
the asked the guardo band to play
the wearing of the green
but the buggers in the depot
didn't know the tune
so they both went up to monto monto monto
they both went up to monto langeroo
to you

and the queen she came to call on us
she wanted to see all of us
i'm glad she didn't fall on us
she's eighteen stone!
"mr. me lord the mayor," said she
"is this all you got to show me?"
why no ma'am, there's so much more to see
pog mo thoin!
and we took her up to monto monto monto
we took her up to monto langeroo
to you
and we all went up to monto monto monto
we all went up to monto langeroo
to you!


Real Old Mountain Dew (trad.)

Let grasses grow and waters flow
in a free and easy way.
Just give me enough of that fine old stuff
that's made near Galway Bay.
And peelers all from Donegal,
Sligo and Leitrum, too.
We'll give them the slip and we'll have a sip
of that real old mountain dew.
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day

At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still
where the smoke curls up to the sky.
From the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
there' s poteen brewin' nearby.
For it fills the air with a perfume rare.
Betwixt both you and me,
When home you roll you can take a bowl
or a bucket of the mountain dew.
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day

And learned men as use the pen
have wrote your praises high.
That sweet poteen from Ireland green,
distilled from wheat and rye.
Throw away your pills, it'll cure all ills,
be you pagan or christian or jew.
Take off your coat and grease your throat
with that real old mountain dew.
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day



What's Up Yours?
(K. Brewer / K. Swanson / K.M. Brewer / G. Ford / trad.)

you hear the rumblings at the fest
rowdy boys in ancient dress
but nae a one will near confess
what lurks beneath the tartan

you see the swagger and the sway
imagination runs away
could there be cloth or is there nay
behind the pleated curtain

finnich inarra finnich aneeah
finnich a feileadh mor
a trophy or two and a ribbon of blue
what's up yours?

when Irish eyes are smiling
what do you think they're smiling for?
it's a nod and a wink to me lucky charms
what's up yours?

we stand here proud before the king
we love to pipe, we love to sing
perhaps I'll do the highland fling
to show you my affection

ye lasses with your scarlet sash
i'll give your necks a good whiplash
if you should turn and catch me crack
a smile in your direction

finnich inara finnich aneeah
finnich a feileadh mor
could be the loch ness monster
what's up yours?
you can give the lass her fairin
but the gems she will adore
are the ones she'll see above your knee
what's up yours?

(instrumental shenanigans)

finnich inara finnich aneeah
finnich a feileadh mor
a thundrous crack and a union jack
what's up yours?
when irish eyes are smilin'
what d'you think they're smilin' for?
it's a nod & a wink to me lucky charms
what's up yours?

finnich inara finnich aneeah
finnich a feileadh mor
a thundrous crack and a union jack
what's up yours?
you can give the lass her fairin
but the gems she will adore
are the ones she'll see above your knee
what's up yours?

finnich inara finnich aneeah
finnich a feileadh mor
could be me jolly roger
what's up yours?

call it the lion rampant
call it dragon lore
willy wallace called it freedom!
what's up yours?


Dear Ould Ireland (trad.)

In Pennsylvanian woods we've met from one bright island flown.
Great is the land we tread, but yet out heart is with our own.
And ere we leave this shanty small while fades the autumn day,
We'll toast old Ireland dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.
Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray
We'll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.

We've heard her faults a hundred times, the new ones and the old.
In songs and sermons, rants andrhymes, enlarged some fifty-fold.
But take them all, the great and small, and this we've got to say:
Here's loved old Ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.
Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray
We'll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.

We know that brave and true men tried to crack her rusty chain.
The patriots suffered, the martyrs died, and all 'tis said in vain.
But no boy, no, a glance will show, how far they've won their way.
Here's brave old ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.
Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray
We'll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.

We've seen the wedding and the wake, the patron and the fair.
Lithe young frames and the dear old games in the kindly Irish air.
And the loud "Harroo" we have heard it too, and the thundering "Clear the way!"
Here's gay old ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.
Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray
We'll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.

In Pennsylvanian woods we've met and may never see again,
The dear old land where our hearts are set and our first fond hopes remain.
But come, fill up another cup, and with every sup we'll say,
We'll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.
Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray
We'll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.



Potatoes
(R. Moller / T. Boylan / J. Cunningham / J. O'Brien)

ah the cool green grass rolled across the foggy hills
as i made my way back to my irish lass
she laid in wait for the man who went away
on the table was the food that filled my past

potatoes potatoes
potatoes boiled and fried
potatoes potatoes
enough to make you cry
potatoes potatoes
potatoes piled high
potatoes with whiskey on the side

'twas a cold winter's morning when my bonnie said to me
let's board a sip and sail across the sea
now don't fret my darling it won't be very long
we'll have some potatoes by the dawn

potatoes potatoes
potatoes boiled and fried
potatoes potatoes
enough to make you cry
potatoes potatoes
potatoes piled high
potatoes with whiskey on the side

came home to my little ones they were filled with fear
sat down to eat, cleaned out my ear
the misses came in with a stewed tomato
i said 'no thanks, colleen, i'll have a potato
if it's all the same to you'

potatoes potatoes
potatoes boiled and fried
potatoes potatoes
enough to make you cry
potatoes potatoes
potatoes piled high
potatoes with whiskey on the side

potatoes in the morning, potatoes in the night
potatoes in the evening, potatoes by the light
mcteagle, mick jagger, mcnugget, we agree
potatoes and beer are good enough for me

potatoes potatoes
potatoes boiled and fried
potatoes potatoes
enough to make you cry
potatoes potatoes
potatoes piled high
potatoes with whiskey on the side


Tim Finegan's Wake (trad.)

Tim Finnegan lived in Watkin Street,
a gentleman Irish, mighty odd.
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet,
and to rise in the world he carried a hod.
You see, he'd a sort of the tipplin' way.
With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born.
To help him on with his work each day,
he'd a drop of the creatur every morn.
Whack fol the dad, now dance to your partner,
welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth i told you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.

One morning Tim felt rather full.
His head felt heavy, which made him shake.
He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull.
They carried him home, his corpse to wake.
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet,
and laid him out upon the bed,
With a gallon of whisky at his feet,
and a barrel of porter at this head.
Whack fol the dad, now dance to your partner,
welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth i told you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.

His friends assembled at the wake,
and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch.
First they brought in tay and cakes,
then pipes, tobacco, and whisky punch.
Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see.
Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
"Oh, shut you gob," said Paddy Magee.
Whack fol the dad, now dance to your partner,
welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth i told you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.

Then Maggie O'Connell took up the job,
"Oh, Biddy," says she, "you're wrong, I'm sure."
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob,
and left her sprawling on the floor.
Then the war did soon engage,
'twas woman to woman and man to man.
Shillelagh law was all the rage,
when the row and the ruction soon began.
Whack fol the dad, now dance to your partner,
welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth i told you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.

Mick Maloney ducked his head when a bottle of whisky flew at him.
It missed, and landed on the bed,
the liquor scattered over Tim.
Tim revives, see how he rises.
Timothy risin' from the bed,
Sayin' "Whirl your whisky around like blazes!
Thanum an dial, do you think I'm dead?"
Whack fol the dad, now dance to your partner,
welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth i told you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.



Weekend Irish
(Kyf Brewer, Kay Brewer)

You see 'em out dancing with their flat caps on
Beware the Weekend Irish
Wavin' their banners and tippin' their drum
Beware the Weekend Irish
And the blood runs deep
When the booze is cheap
Long as you ain't got an agenda to keep
You can be a Weekend Irish, hey!
Aye,aye, we're the Weekend Irish

Monday Tuesday Wednesday, in a coat & tie
Beware the Weekend Irish
Thursday rolls around and me tongue is so dry
Beware the Weekend Irish
So we'll kiss the stone
Play our drones & bones
And call your cousin Mick on his Kelly phone
Cuz he's a Weekend Irish
Yeah we're the Weekend Irish, hey!

Aye, aye, we're the weekend Irish
Aye, aye, we're the weekend Irish

Draw me a shammy on the head of me black
And I'll be a weekend Irish
Ink me some tribal on the square of me back
And I'll be a weekend Irish
And we'll raise a hand
To the motherland
Best part of bein' an American
To be a Weekend Irish
To be a Weekend Irish, hey!

Aye, aye, we're the weekend Irish
Aye, aye, we're the weekend Irish
Aye, aye, we're the weekend Irish
Aye, aye, we're the weekend Irish!


Nancy Whiskey
(trad)

I am a weaver, a Calton weaver
I am a brash and a roving blade
I've got silver in my britches
And I ply the roving trade

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O

As I strode out through Glasgow City
Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell
I went in, sat down beside her
Seven long years I loved her well

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O

The more I kissed her, the more I loved her
The more I kissed her, the more she smiled
Soon I forgot my mother's teaching
Nancy Whiskey had me beguiled

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O

Well I rose early in the morning
To slake my thirst, it was my need
I tried to rise but was not able
For Nancy had me by the knees

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O

So come you weavers, you Calton weavers
Come all you weavers, where e'er you be
Beware of whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
She'll ruin you like she ruined me

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O


Moonshiner (trad)

I've been a moonshiner for many's the year
Spent all me money on whiskey and beer
I'll go to some hollow and I'll set up me still
And I'll make you a gallon for a ten-shilling bill

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler
I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me well leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry and I'll drink when I'm dry
If the moonshine don't kill me I'll live till I die

I'll go to some hollow in this counterey
Ten gallons of wash I can go on a spree
No woman to follow and the world is all mine
I love none so well as I love the moonshine

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler
I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me well leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry and I'll drink when I'm dry
If the moonshine don't kill me I'll live till I die

Oh moonshine dear moonshine oh how I love thee
You killed me poor father but dare ye try me
Bless all moonshiners and bless all moonshine
Its breath is as sweet as the fruit on the vine

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler
I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me well leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry and I'll drink when I'm dry
If the moonshine don't kill me I'll live till I die

There's moonshine for Liza, moonshine for May
Moonshine for Lou and she'll sing all the day
Moonshine for me breakfast, moonshine for me tay
It's moonshine me hearties, it's moonshine for me!

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler
I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me well leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry and I'll drink when I'm dry
If the moonshine don't kill me I'll live till I die


The Town Of Ballybay (trad.)

In the town of Ballybay, there is a lassie dwellin'.
I know her very well, and the story is worth tellin'.
Her father kept a still, and he was agood distiller,
When she took to the drink, well, the devil couldn't fill her.
With a ring a ding a dum, my ring a ding a diddio,
My ring a ding a dum, Whack fol the daddio.

She had a wooden leg that was hollow down the middle,
and she used to tie a string on it and play it like a fiddle.
She fiddled in the hall, and she fiddled in the alleyway.
She didn't give damn, 'cause she had to fiddle anyway.
With a ring a ding a dum, my ring a ding a diddio,
My ring a ding a dum, Whack fol the daddio.
She said she couldn't dance, unless she had her Wellie on,
But when she had it on, she could dance as well as anyone.
Wouldn't go to bed unless she had her shimmy on ,
But when she had it on, she would go as quick as anyone.
With a ring a ding a dum, my ring a ding a diddio,
My ring a ding a dum, Whack fol the daddio.
She had lovers by the score, every Tom and Dick and Harry.
She courted night and day, but still she wouldn't marry.
Then she fell in love with a fella with a stammer.
When he tried to run away, she hit him with a hammer.
With a ring a ding a dum, my ring a ding a diddio,
My ring a ding a dum, Whack fol the daddio.
She had childer up the stairs, she had childer in the brier.
And another ten or twelve sittin', roarin' by the fire.
She fed 'em on potatoes and on soup she made with nettles,
And on lumps of hairy bacon that she boiled up in the kettle.
With a ring a ding a dum, my ring a ding a diddio,
My ring a ding a dum, Whack fol the daddio.
So she led a sheltered life, eating porridge and black pudding.
And she terrorized her man until he died right sudden.
When the husband died, she was feeling very sorry,
She rolled him in a bag and she threw him in the quarry.
With a ring a ding a dum, my ring a ding a diddio,
My ring a ding a dum, Whack fol the daddio.


Whiskey in the Jar (trad.)

as i was crossing over
the cork & kerry mountain
i met with captain farrell
and his money he was countin'
i first produced my pistol
then i drew my rapier
sayin' 'stand and deliver
for i am a bold deceiver'

wish a rigum durum dah
whack for the daddy-o
whack for the daddy-o
there's whiskey in the jar

he counted out his money
and it made a pretty penny
i put it in my pocket
and i gave it to my jenny
she sighed and she swore that
she never would deceive me
but the devil take the woman
for they never can be easy

wish a rigum durum dah
whack for the daddy-o
whack for the daddy-o
there's whiskey in the jar

i went into my chambers
for to take a slumber
i dreamt of gold and jewels
and to that it is no wonder
but jenny took me charges
and she filled them up with water
and sent for captain farrell
to be ready for the slaughter

wish a rigum durum dah
whack for the daddy-o
whack for the daddy-o
there's whiskey in the jar

twas early in the morning
when i rose up to travel
the guards were all around me
and likewise captain farrel
i first produced my pistol
for she stole away my rapier
but i couldn't shoot the water
so a prisoner i was taken

wish a rigum durum dah
whack for the daddy-o
whack for the daddy-o
there's whiskey in the jar

if anyone can save me
it's me brother in the army
i think he must be stationed
out in cork or in kilarney
and if he'd come and join me
we'd go riding in kilkenny
i swear he'd treat me better
than me darlin' sportin' jenny

wish a rigum durum dah
whack for the daddy-o
whack for the daddy-o
there's whiskey in the jar.


Modern Pirates
(Jimmy Carbomb, aka J. Parkinson / PogMoTunes / ASCAP)

We'll sail Inner Harbor and Delaware Bay,
The Hudson, the Schuylkill and tip of Cape May.
Brandishing glasses and tankards galore,
In search of the barley juice up on the shore.

And it's toast to the lassies
And drink to the lads
Remember the women and song that we had
We'll fill-up our glasses
And empty the kegs
Then head-out for more on what's left of our legs.

We'll stagger on in to the pubs and the bars
Foresaking our vessels for domestic cars.
Insulting the strong, and exalting the weak,
'til were too drunk to fight and too tired to speak.

And it's toast to the lassies
And drink to the lads.
Remember the women and song that we had
We'll fill-up our glasses
And empty the kegs.
Then head out for more on what's left of our legs.

We trade Dublin for Philly, and York for New York
As long as there's Whiskey we'll sure take the work.
We won't bring the muskets, we won't cause the pain,
But we're good for some headaches, and tough to clean stains.

And it's toast to the lassies
And drink to the lads
Remember the women and song that we had
We'll fill-up our glasses
And empty the kegs
Then head-out for more on what's left of our legs

And it's toast to the lassies
And drink to the lads
Remember the women and song that we had
We'll fill-up our glasses
And empty the kegs
Then head-out for more on what's left of our legs

© 2006



DISC 2

Juice of the Barley (trad.)

In the sweet county Limerick one cold winter's night
all the turf fires were burning when I saw the light
and a drunken old midwife went tipsy with joy
as she danced round the room with a slip of a boy
singin' 'bainne na mbo is an gamhna, and the Juice of the Barley for me.'

Well when I was a gossoon of eight years old or so
With me turf and me primer to school I did go.
To a dusty old school house without any door,
Where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor

At the learning I wasn't such a genius I'm thinking,
But I soon beat the master entirely at drinking,
Not a wake or a wedding for ten miles around,
But meself in the corner was sure to be found.
singin' 'bainne na mbo is an gamhna, and the Juice of the Barley for me.'

One Sunday the priest led me out from the altar
Saying you'll end your days with your neck in a halter;
And you'll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell
And his words they did frighten me the truth for to tell,

So the very next morning as the dawn it did break
I went down to the vestry the pledge for to take,
And there in that room sat them priests in a bunch
Round a big roaring fire drinkin' tumblers of punch,
singin' 'bainne na mbo is an gamhna, and the Juice of the Barley for me.'

Well from that day to this I have wandered alone
I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none,
With the sky for me roof and the earth for me floor,
And I'll dance out me days drinking whiskey galore
singin' 'bainne na mbo is an gamhna, and the Juice of the Barley for me.'
singin' 'bainne na mbo is an gamhna, and the Juice of the Barley for me.'
singin' 'bainne na mbo is an gamhna, and the Juice of the Barley for me.'


Sally Garden (trad.)

it was down by the sally garden
my love and i did meet
she crossed the sally garden
on little snow white feet
she bade me take life easy
like the leaves that grow upon the tree
but i was young and foolish
and with her did not agree

in a field down by the river
my love and i did stand
and on her leaning shoulder
she placed her snow white hand
she bade me take love easy
like the grass that grows along the weirs
but i was young and foolish
and now am filled with tears.


I'll Tell Me Ma (trad.)

i'll tell me ma when i get home
the boys won't leave the girls alone
they pulled my hair they stole my comb
but that's all right till i get home
she is handsome she is pretty
she is the belle of belfast city
she is courtin' one two three
please won't you tell me who is she?

albert mooney says he loves her
all the boys are fighting for her
they rap at the door they ring at the bell
saying "oh me true love, are you well?"
out she comes as white as snow
rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
jenny murray says she'll die
if she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye

i'll tell me ma when i get home
the boys won't leave the girls alone
they pulled my hair they stole my comb
but that's all right till i get home
she is handsome she is pretty
she is the belle of belfast city
she is courtin' one two three
please won't you tell me who is she?

let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
the snow come tumbling from the sky
she's as nice as apple pie
she'll get her own love by and by
when she gets a lad all of her own
she won't tell her ma when she gets home
let them all say as they will
it's albert mooney loves her still

i'll tell me ma when i get home
the boys won't leave the girls alone
they pulled my hair they stole my comb
but that's all right till i get home
she is handsome she is pretty
she is the belle of belfast city
she is courtin' one two three
please won't you tell me who is she?


The Hard Life Of Ivan MacCrae
(K. Brewer)

Destined to be the next czar of a nation
But he missed coronation when the car broke down
Now he can't pay his taxes 'cause he run out of matches
To light a dear candle to write it all down

The lottery's full
And it's two pounds a pull
But he never can seem to make change

And there's mad luck and bad luck
And what I could've had luck
And it's governed by blaggards
In the hills far away
And there's robbers and ruses
And a thousand excuses
For the hard life of Ivan MacCrae

He can't pull the plow 'cause he don't have a cow
But he knows of a grant that the state endows
But he can't face the vicar without any liquor
And he can't buy the liquor if he don't pull the plow

So he sits by the window
And watches the sun go
And nobody mentions his name

And there's mad luck and bad luck
And what I could've had luck
And it's governed by blaggards
In the hills far away
And there's robbers and ruses
And a thousand excuses
For the hard life of Ivan
The hard life of Ivan MacCrae

And there's mad luck and bad luck
And what I could've had luck
And it's governed by blaggards
In the hills far away
And there's robbers and ruses
And a thousand excuses
For the hard life of Ivan
The hard life of Ivan
The hard life of Ivan MacCrae


Celtic Girl (©2007 Kyf Brewer/CoCo Brewer)

When you come to the end of your day
And you can't think of anyone to save your live
That could pull you through the big bad world
Then the chance is you never met a Celtic Girl

If your breath's been taken away
By the sight of a lass the second she strolled past
And your heart's gone into a whirl
Then the odds are you're lookin at a Celtic Girl

What if your world turned upside down
The earth went purple and the sky went brown
You'd need somebody that could make things sound
When you feel like you wanna go home
She could spark a fire that would guide you there
Eidle-du-i-diddle-i-dum

If there's a freckled face in your mind
And you just can't shake it cause you been daydreamin'
Of a head that's covered in curls
And the twinkle-eyed beauty of a Celtic Girl

She can make up a proper meal in seconds flat
Drink you under the table saying "here's your hat"
And she'll quote you wisdom from her great granddad
That's the best that you ever have known
And you better well listen or ye'll turn up missin'
Eidle-du-i-diddle-i-dum
Eidle-du-i-diddle-i-dum

If she walks with the devil in her gait
And she'll dance for hours while her young man waits
And she tears when the bagpipes skirl
Then you know that you found yourself a Celtic Girl
When you come to the end of your day
And you can't find anyone to save your life
Who can pull you through this big bad world
Then you know you better find yourself a Celtic Girl

Boy you better get yourself a Celtic Girl
Celtic Girl
Celtic Girl.


Rosin the Bow (trad.)

I've traveled this world all over
and now to another I go
and I know that good quarters are waitin'
to welcome old Rosin the Bow

to welcome old Rosin the Bow me boys
to welcome old Rosin the Bow
I know that good quarters are waitin'
to welcome old Rosin the Bow

when I'm dead and laid out on the table
a voice you will hear from below
sayin' send down a hogshead of whiskey
to drink with old Rosin the Bow

to drink with old Rosin the Bow me boys
to drink with old old Rosin the Bow
send down a hogshead of whiskey
to drink with old Rosin the Bow

then get a half dozen stout fellows
and let 'em all stagger and go
and dig a great hole in the meadow
and in it put Rosin the Bow

and in it put Rosin the Bow me boys
and in it put Rosin the Bow
dig a great hole in the meadow
and in it put Rosin the Bow

I hear that old tyrant approachin'
that cruel remorseless old foe
and I lift up me glass in his honour
take a drink with old Rosin the Bow

take a drink with old Rosin the Bow me boys
a drink with old Rosin the Bow
I lift up me glass in his honour
take a drink with old Rosin the Bow

to the memory of Rosin the Bow me boys
the memory of Rosin the Bow
lift up me glass in his honour
to the memory of Rosin the Bow

take a drink with old Rosin the Bow me boys
a drink with old Rosin the Bow
I lift up me glass in his honour
take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.


Whiskey to the Sea (K. Brewer)

well the life goes in circles as everyone know
and the mirth and the misery comes as it goes
and the drunkard's philosophy starts where it ends
have a drink to me boys and then hit me again

names will be shouted and glasses be filled
and the girls will get frisky and say what they will
but the moment of finest reflection must be
when you're sending your whiskey on back to the sea

there's buggers and beggars and liars by trade
and white blessed angels that visit your bed
but enlightenment waits serendipitously
when you're sending your whiskey on back to the sea

now god is quite homeless and scattered and blind
and he keeps a few things round the back of my mind
and the times he retrieves them are errant and few
and i field most requests from him best i can do

he's harboring spirits, the neighbors complain
it's gone to his liver, it's gone to his brain
but it's bollocks i say, i recall pleasantly
having sent all that whiskey on back to the sea

names will be shouted and glasses be filled
and the girls will get frisky and say what they will
but the moment of finest reflection must be
when you're sending your whiskey on back to the sea

names will be shouted and glasses be spilled
and the girls will get risky and do what they will
but i'm known to break out in such grand melody
when i'm sending my whiskey on back to the sea.


Pretty Wild Bride
(Keith Swanson / ItsAThing Music; Kyf Brewer / Brewerds&Music / ASCAP)

minister's stammering she can tell it's for the record though
cuz biblically speaking we was already wed
still see you standing there with your hair done up and everything
your daddy beside ya with his face beet red

cov'rin' the bogs, i nearly missed the alter
but i couldn't leave ya standin' and the caterer besides
gone are the days the ladies used to halter me
i'm making my peace with all who poisoned my pride

and it's too ra loo and i'm on my way
loosen your corset and we'll sing all the day
singin' too ra loo and i've all i need
bottle of mead and my pretty wild bride

int'resting that i knew no one at me own reception
but i took it for granted that they all knew me nurse
sharin' me whisky with all me brand newfound relations
put a lump in my throat and a hole in my purse

piper was drunk at least that's how he sounded when
i pulled him from a fun'ral drinkin' every man's rum
missus was holdin' her own out on the dancin' floor
with ev'ry wanker tryin' to grab a pinch of her bum
but if you need a dancer she's as good as they come

and it's too ra loo and i'm on my way
loosen me tie yeah we'll be here all day
singin' too ra loo and i've all i need
packet of weed and my pretty wild bride

© 2006



Fiddler's Green (trad.)

as i walked by the dockside one evening so fair
to view the salt water and take the sea air
i heard an old fisherman singing a song
won't you take away boys, me time is not long..

wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper
no more on the docks i'll be seen
just tell me old shipmates i'm takin a trip mates
and i'll see 'em someday in fiddler's green

now fiddler's green is a place i've heard tell
where the fisherman go when they don't go to hell
where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
and the cold coast of greenland is far far away

wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper
no more on the docks i'll be seen
just tell me old shipmates i'm takin a trip mates
and i'll see 'em someday in fiddler's green

when you get on the docks and the long trip is through
there's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
and there's bottles of rum growin' from every tree

wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper
no more on the docks i'll be seen
just tell me old shipmates i'm takin a trip mates
and i'll see 'em someday in fiddler's green

now i don't want a harp nor a halo not me
just give me a breeze and a good rollin' sea
i'll play me old squeezebox as we sail along
with the wind in the riggin' to sing me a song

wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper
no more on the docks i'll be seen
just tell me old shipmates i'm takin a trip mates
and i'll see 'em someday in fiddler's green.


Dear Richard's Wake (K. Brewer)

come all ye taletellers with bridges to burn
put your money away
dear richard has died and it's eight in the morn
and we must get back to drinkin'

now richard did rarely take pleasure in wealth
put your money away
top o' the morning to you and the rest to himself
and we must get back to drinkin'
these bottles of cheer is on old richard dear
and he'd will it that way i been thinkin'
for it comes from the trust that he languished from us
and we must get back to drinkin'

now the misses was stitched with a delicate thread
put your money away
for i've held the poor dear as she thrashes in bed
but we must get back to drinkin'

in years that would follow apart we did drift
put your money away
for he took the oath and i took the fifth
and we must get back to drinkin'

each bottle of cheer is on old richard dear
and he won't have your wages i'm thinkin'
for it's all from the fuss that he landed on us
and we must get back to drinkin'.


Jo'rneyman's Song
(K. Brewer)

Oh Deary O'Leary will y'dance with me slow
And sing me a song of the pagans you know
How you toast to the moon till you're suitably fed
For you are the spirit that goes to my head
Sing away hey a Jo'rneyman's Song
Tonight I will drink to you all ev'ning long

And I'll drink to the company all that we keep
Drink to the sun and the stars and the deep
And the prospect to meet up in future reprise
Occasion to gaze in your beautiful eyes
Sing away hey a Jo'rneyman's Song
Tonight I will drink to you all ev'ning long

For tomorrow we laugh and tomorrow we cry
Tomorrow we dance and tomorrow we die
And tomorrow you will be my yesterday song
And I would die richer for having you known
Sing away hey a Jo'rneyman's Song
Tonight I will drink to you all ev'ning long

Ye must welcome the phantoms that scream through the night
Tak' heed to the visions and presences bright
Lest ye waste up your life with the weight of street
In fear of the banshees ye'd happen to meet
Sing away hey a Jo'rneyman's Song
Tonight I will drink to you all ev'ning long

Oh Deary O'Leary what more can be said?
For you have the forest and I have my bed
And you call from the trees on your gossamer wings
Sayin' never again shall we speak of such things
Sing away hey a Jo'rneyman's Song
Tonight I will drink to you all ev'ning long

So let's drink to the company all that we keep
Drink to the sun and the stars and the deep
And the prospect to meet up in future reprise
Occasion to gaze in your beautiful eyes
Sing away hey a Jo'rneyman's Song
Tonight I will drink to you all ev'ning long.


Wild Rover (trad.)

i've been a wild rover for many a year
and i've 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

and it's no nay never
no nay never no more
will i play the wild rover
no never no more

i went into 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 custom as yours i can have anyday.'

and it's no nay never
no nay never no more
will i play the wild rover
no never no more

i took out from me pocket ten sovereigns bright
and the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
she said, "i've got whiskies and wines of the best,
and the words that i spoke they were only in jest"

and it's no nay never
no nay never no more
will i play the wild rover
no never no more

i'll go back to me parents, confess what i've done
and i'll ask 'em to pardon their prodigal son
and if they caress me as oft times before
well i never will play the wild rover no more

and it's no nay never
no nay never no more
will i play the wild rover
no never no more.


Drunkard's Ambassadors
(K. Brewer/K. Swanson)

Calling out ye sons of war
Whatever you got we've seen it before
Leave your policies on the floor
We're the drunkard's ambassadors

Bid em high, bid em low
Over to Middle East you go
Leaving us to mind the store
We're the drunkard's ambassadors

Turn to the east
Turn to the west
Turn to the nation that you love the best
With force and fear, we'll keep you impressed
We're the drunk
We're the drunkard's
We're the drunkard's ambassadors

Drink to pollution, drink to wealth
Drink to anything but your health
Drink to all he's fighting for
You're the drunkard's ambassador

Off to Israel, off to Rome
Off to anywhere far from home
And wonder why they treat ye poor -
You're the drunkard's ambassador

Turn to the east
Turn to the west
Turn to the nation that you love the best
With force and fear, we'll keep em suppressed
We're the drunk
We're the drunkard's
We're the drunkard's ambassadors

Turn to the east
Turn to the west
Don't bother with who got us into this mess
Till the emperor's been completely undressed
We're the drunk
We're the drunkard's
We're the drunkard's ambassadors.


Songs For Sinners
(K. Brewer)

My love's been drinkin'
She does not know me
We courted years ago
She bore my child
Tonight she's telling me
I'm not the man she cares for
My love's been drinkin'
She's in denial

But we'll all lay together
Beneath the bloomin' heather
For worse or for better, friend or foe,
So then while the sun's still shinin'
Let's raise a cup o' kindness
And sing our songs for sinners here below

My mates are drinkin'
They cannot hear me
I'm talking louder than
A newlywed
But they're just laughin'
And pointing at me
My mates are drinkin'
They're off their heads

But we'll all lay together
Beneath the bloomin' heather
For worse or for better, friend or foe,
So then while the sun's still shinin'
Let's raise our cup o' kindness
And sing our songs for sinners here below

The counselor's drinkin'
He cannot comprehend
He's analyzin' and placin' fault
On all my plunderin' and my carousin'
The counselor's drinkin'
Ain't worth his salt

The crowd's been drinkin'
They're swayin' with me
With every too-ra-loo
They're singin' strong
And we are one tonight
No hand is clenched to fight
The crowd is drinkin'
And I am home

And we'll all lay together
Beneath the bloomin' heather
For worse or for better, friend or foe,
So then while the sun's still shinin'
Let's raise our cup o' kindness
And sing our songs for sinners here below

And we'll all lay together
Beneath the bloomin' heather
For worse or for better when we go,
So then while the sun's still shinin'
On earth as in divinin'
We'll sing our songs for sinners here below.


The Hard Life Of Ivan MacCrae
(K. Brewer)

Destined to be the next czar of a nation
But he missed coronation when the car broke down
Now he can't pay his taxes 'cause he run out of matches
To light a dear candle to write it all down

The lottery's full
And it's two pounds a pull
But he never can seem to make change

And there's mad luck and bad luck
And what I could've had luck
And it's governed by blaggards
In the hills far away
And there's robbers and ruses
And a thousand excuses
For the hard life of Ivan MacCrae

He can't pull the plow 'cause he don't have a cow
But he knows of a grant that the state endows
But he can't face the vicar without any liquor
And he can't buy the liquor if he don't pull the plow

So he sits by the window
And watches the sun go
And nobody mentions his name

And there's mad luck and bad luck
And what I could've had luck
And it's governed by blaggards
In the hills far away
And there's robbers and ruses
And a thousand excuses
For the hard life of Ivan
The hard life of Ivan MacCrae

And there's mad luck and bad luck
And what I could've had luck
And it's governed by blaggards
In the hills far away
And there's robbers and ruses
And a thousand excuses
For the hard life of Ivan
The hard life of Ivan
The hard life of Ivan MacCrae


Weekend Irish
(Kyf Brewer, Kay Brewer)

You see 'em out dancing with their flat caps on
Beware the Weekend Irish
Wavin' their banners and tippin' their drum
Beware the Weekend Irish
And the blood runs deep
When the booze is cheap
Long as you ain't got an agenda to keep
You can be a Weekend Irish, hey!
Aye,aye, we're the Weekend Irish

Monday Tuesday Wednesday, in a coat & tie
Beware the Weekend Irish
Thursday rolls around and me tongue is so dry
Beware the Weekend Irish
So we'll kiss the stone
Play our drones & bones
And call your cousin Mick on his Kelly phone
Cuz he's a Weekend Irish
Yeah we're the Weekend Irish, hey!

Aye, aye, we're the weekend Irish
Aye, aye, we're the weekend Irish

Draw me a shammy on the head of me black
And I'll be a weekend Irish
Ink me some tribal on the square of me back
And I'll be a weekend Irish
And we'll raise a hand
To the motherland
Best part of bein' an American
To be a Weekend Irish
To be a Weekend Irish, hey!

Aye, aye, we're the weekend Irish
Aye, aye, we're the weekend Irish
Aye, aye, we're the weekend Irish
Aye, aye, we're the weekend Irish!


Nancy Whiskey
(trad)

I am a weaver, a Calton weaver
I am a brash and a roving blade
I've got silver in my britches
And I ply the roving trade

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O

As I strode out through Glasgow City
Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell
I went in, sat down beside her
Seven long years I loved her well

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O

The more I kissed her, the more I loved her
The more I kissed her, the more she smiled
Soon I forgot my mother's teaching
Nancy Whiskey had me beguiled

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O

Well I rose early in the morning
To slake my thirst, it was my need
I tried to rise but was not able
For Nancy had me by the knees

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O

So come you weavers, you Calton weavers
Come all you weavers, where e'er you be
Beware of whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
She'll ruin you like she ruined me

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
O the whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O


Jo'rneyman's Song
(K. Brewer)

Oh Deary O'Leary will y'dance with me slow
And sing me a song of the pagans you know
How you toast to the moon till you're suitably fed
For you are the spirit that goes to my head
Sing away hey a Jo'rneyman's Song
Tonight I will drink to you all ev'ning long

And I'll drink to the company all that we keep
Drink to the sun and the stars and the deep
And the prospect to meet up in future reprise
Occasion to gaze in your beautiful eyes
Sing away hey a Jo'rneyman's Song
Tonight I will drink to you all ev'ning long

For tomorrow we laugh and tomorrow we cry
Tomorrow we dance and tomorrow we die
And tomorrow you will be my yesterday song
And I would die richer for having you known
Sing away hey a Jo'rneyman's Song
Tonight I will drink to you all ev'ning long

Ye must welcome the phantoms that scream through the night
Tak' heed to the visions and presences bright
Lest ye waste up your life with the weight of street
In fear of the banshees ye'd happen to meet
Sing away hey a Jo'rneyman's Song
Tonight I will drink to you all ev'ning long

Oh Deary O'Leary what more can be said?
For you have the forest and I have my bed
And you call from the trees on your gossamer wings
Sayin' never again shall we speak of such things
Sing away hey a Jo'rneyman's Song
Tonight I will drink to you all ev'ning long

So let's drink to the company all that we keep
Drink to the sun and the stars and the deep
And the prospect to meet up in future reprise
Occasion to gaze in your beautiful eyes
Sing away hey a Jo'rneyman's Song
Tonight I will drink to you all ev'ning long.


London Calling
(J. Mellor, M. Jones)

London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, ye boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
Except for the ring of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it brother, we can go it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out and draw another breath
London calling now I don't want to shout
But while we were talking I saw you nodding out
London calling see we ain't got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A political error, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I live by the river

The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A political error, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I live by the river

The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A political error, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I live by the river

London calling, yes I was there too
And you know what they said, well some of it was true
London calling at the top of the dial
And after all this won't ya give me a smile?
London calling
London calling
I never felt so much alike.


My Bonnie Lassie and Me
(J. Parkinson)

The rain is softly falling, flowing to the Loch
The hills emit a foggy mist to guide us while we talk
I'm walking through the Highlands
My Bonnie Lassie and Me

The sheep along the roadside, grazing in the field
Make me stop and ponder "Is this setting really real?"
I'm walking through the Highlands
My Bonnie Lassie and Me

The cable-knit and woolen kilt keeps me nice and warm
Who ever thought a man could feel this way?
The feeling of my woman, hanging on my arm
I know that I could never dream this kind of day

Way off in the distance we see our happy home
A testament to Scotland of her thatch and of her stone
I'm walking through the Highlands
My Bonnie Lassie and Me

The cable-knit and woolen kilt keeps me nice and warm
Who ever thought a man could feel this way?
The feeling of my woman, hanging on my arm
I know that I could never dream this kind of day.

Way off in the distance we see our happy home
A testament to Scotland of her thatch and of her stone
I'm walking through the Highlands
My Bonnie Lassie and Me
I'm walking through the Highlands
My curly Lassie and Me


Bleary-Eyed Beauty
(K. Brewer/R. Bell)

Well I've gathered your things and I've bid our beannacht
The clachan is sleeping, the crow and the cock
Your vagabond sailors have all gone to dock
To ready their heads for the morning

You spun em all proper and gave em a fling
Now the sheep's in the stable the pig's on the wing
The piper's been paid and we don't owe a thing
Till you start up again in the morning

When all the world will eagerly welcome your next brave move...

And it's off to bed my bleary-eyed beauty
The angels trust to me
And I won't leave you dry when you're closing your eyes
We'll sip from your sea of dreams

I've herded the horses, done chores from the field
Disquieted chickens for what they would yield
Brought fresh cream and berries to fashion a meal
To be fickle and fat in the morning

For I love ya my darlin, my name I desire
To fall from your sweet lips when asked of your squire
And curl your fine toes as we sit by my fire
Till all the wee hours of the morning

When all the world will anxiously welcome your new brave plan...

And it's off to bed my bleary-eyed beauty
The angels trust to me
And I won't leave you dry when you're closing your eyes
Just sip from your sea of dreams

And it's off to bed my starry-eyed polly
The angels smile on thee
When I kiss you all over and over again
And trip on your sea of dreams

And it's off to bed my bleary-eyed beauty
The angels trust to me
And I won't leave you dry when you're closing your eyes
Just sip from your sea of dreams

Knock it on the head my starry-eyed polly
The angels smile on thee
As I kiss you all over and over again
And sip on your sea of dreams.


Pretty Wild Bride
(Keith Swanson / ItsAThing Music; Kyf Brewer / Brewerds&Music / ASCAP)

minister's stammering she can tell it's for the record though
cuz biblically speaking we was already wed
still see you standing there with your hair done up and everything
your daddy beside ya with his face beet red

cov'rin' the bogs, i nearly missed the alter
but i couldn't leave ya standin' and the caterer besides
gone are the days the ladies used to halter me
i'm making my peace with all who poisoned my pride

and it's too ra loo and i'm on my way
loosen your corset and we'll sing all the day
singin' too ra loo and i've all i need
bottle of mead and my pretty wild bride

int'resting that i knew no one at me own reception
but i took it for granted that they all knew me nurse
sharin' me whisky with all me brand newfound relations
put a lump in my throat and a hole in my purse

piper was drunk at least that's how he sounded when
i pulled him from a fun'ral drinkin' every man's rum
missus was holdin' her own out on the dancin' floor
with ev'ry wanker tryin' to grab a pinch of her bum
but if you need a dancer she's as good as they come

and it's too ra loo and i'm on my way
loosen me tie yeah we'll be here all day
singin' too ra loo and i've all i need
packet of weed and my pretty wild bride

© 2006



Modern Pirates
(Jimmy Carbomb, aka J. Parkinson / PogMoTunes / ASCAP)

We'll sail Inner Harbor and Delaware Bay,
The Hudson, the Schuylkill and tip of Cape May.
Brandishing glasses and tankards galore,
In search of the barley juice up on the shore.

And it's toast to the lassies
And drink to the lads
Remember the women and song that we had
We'll fill-up our glasses
And empty the kegs
Then head-out for more on what's left of our legs.

We'll stagger on in to the pubs and the bars
Foresaking our vessels for domestic cars.
Insulting the strong, and exalting the weak,
'til were too drunk to fight and too tired to speak.

And it's toast to the lassies
And drink to the lads.
Remember the women and song that we had
We'll fill-up our glasses
And empty the kegs.
Then head out for more on what's left of our legs.

We trade Dublin for Philly, and York for New York
As long as there's Whiskey we'll sure take the work.
We won't bring the muskets, we won't cause the pain,
But we're good for some headaches, and tough to clean stains.

And it's toast to the lassies
And drink to the lads
Remember the women and song that we had
We'll fill-up our glasses
And empty the kegs
Then head-out for more on what's left of our legs

And it's toast to the lassies
And drink to the lads
Remember the women and song that we had
We'll fill-up our glasses
And empty the kegs
Then head-out for more on what's left of our legs

© 2006



Love With a Priest
(Kay Brewer / Barleywench Music; Kyf Brewer / Brewerds&Music / ASCAP)

he stands on the alter so stout and erect
the hair bristles up on the back of my neck
his creamy white collar doth tame the wild beast
i, i'm in love with a priest

he speaks so discreetly and beckons to me
come forth to the rail i'll give comfort to thee
i'll hear your confession and give you release
i, i'm in love with a priest

God save me father
i surely have sinned
a scotch and a water
a tonic & gin
but hell or high whiskey
i will make my peace
i, i'm in love with a priest

i love his black cassock, his promise and vow
i worship the sweat that rolls down from his brow
though many have suffered with cause to repent
i dare not desert him for six weeks of lent

the hand lifts the spirit, his head tilts to mine
to thirst him is human, to quench is divine
he fills me with glory, the longing has ceased
i, i'm in love with a priest

God save me father
i surely have sinned
a scotch and a water
a tonic & gin
but hell or high whiskey
i will make my peace
i, i'm in love with a priest

now don't weep me daughters - it's not what you think
it's only a guinness, the father of drink
if anything's rising that would be the yeast
i'm in love with a priest.

© 2006


Real Old Mountain Dew (trad.)

Let grasses grow and waters flow
in a free and easy way.
Just give me enough of that fine old stuff
that's made near Galway Bay.
And peelers all from Donegal,
Sligo and Leitrum, too.
We'll give them the slip and we'll have a sip
of that real old mountain dew.
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day

At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still
where the smoke curls up to the sky.
From the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
there' s poteen brewin' nearby.
For it fills the air with a perfume rare.
Betwixt both you and me,
When home you roll you can take a bowl
or a bucket of the mountain dew.
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day

And learned men as use the pen
have wrote your praises high.
That sweet poteen from Ireland green,
distilled from wheat and rye.
Throw away your pills, it'll cure all ills,
be you pagan or christian or jew.
Take off your coat and grease your throat
with that real old mountain dew.
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day



Beauty & The Rum
(Kyf Brewer / Brewerds&Music / ASCAP; Traditional)

at twenty and three
plunder did we
waitin' for pleasure to come
we'd straddle the edge
and out of our heads
waitin' for pleasure to come
and women were there for the game, boys
wastin' their youth on the young
hearty and hale for the name, boys
we'd become

and it's oh me and run off to sea
somebody give her a dance
i woke feelin' low and i briefly let go
now betty we haven't a chance
but wasn't it all for the rum boys,
booty and beauty and rum

gold were the days
ourselves in a haze
waitin' for christmas to come
and promises broke
like great barrels of smoke
pouring out over the lawn
nothing to anchor us down, boys
no one to keep us at home
bookers and bankers be damned, boys
we had none

and it's oh me and run off to sea
somebody give her a dance
i woke feelin' low and i briefly let go
now betty we haven't a chance
but wasn't it all for the rum boys,
booty and beauty and rum.

© 2006


Tartan is the Colour Of My True Love's Hair (v.2)
(Mark Mulholland / IMRO; Kyf Brewer / Brewerds&Music / ASCAP)

Well when I was just a young lad, my life about to start
There was ever only one girl had a place inside my heart
We walked the glen, we climbed the Ben, the forest was our bed,
And many a morn I'd wake to find me kilt across her head

And I been up and I been down and I been here and I been there
Never saw a bonny lassie quite as comely or as fair
You can talk of pretty maidens and I don't bloody care
Cause tartan is the colour of my true love's hair

We walked the bonnie highlands, no matter what the weather
And we'd shag each other senseless in the bonnie purple heather
'Til one day we were frolicking and as my true love laughed,
She fell into the workings of an old disused mineshaft

And I been up and I been down and I been here and I been there
Never saw a bonny lassie quite as comely or as fair
You can talk of pretty maidens and I don't bloody care
Cause tartan is the colour of my true love's hair

Well I never have recovered from that sad, sad, sorry day
So I left my native land for the shores of Amerikay
And many a man has made remark about me ancient dress
But I wear it in remembrance of the girl it e'er first kessed

And I been up and I been down and I been here and I been there
Never saw a bonny lassie quite as comely or as fair
You can talk of pretty maidens and I don't bloody care
Cause tartan is the colour of my true love's hair

© 2006



Tim Finegan's Wake (trad.)

Tim Finnegan lived in Watkin Street,
a gentleman Irish, mighty odd.
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet,
and to rise in the world he carried a hod.
You see, he'd a sort of the tipplin' way.
With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born.
To help him on with his work each day,
he'd a drop of the creatur every morn.
Whack fol the dad, now dance to your partner,
welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth i told you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.

One morning Tim felt rather full.
His head felt heavy, which made him shake.
He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull.
They carried him home, his corpse to wake.
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet,
and laid him out upon the bed,
With a gallon of whisky at his feet,
and a barrel of porter at this head.
Whack fol the dad, now dance to your partner,
welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth i told you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.

His friends assembled at the wake,
and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch.
First they brought in tay and cakes,
then pipes, tobacco, and whisky punch.
Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see.
Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
"Oh, shut you gob," said Paddy Magee.
Whack fol the dad, now dance to your partner,
welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth i told you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.

Then Maggie O'Connell took up the job,
"Oh, Biddy," says she, "you're wrong, I'm sure."
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob,
and left her sprawling on the floor.
Then the war did soon engage,
'twas woman to woman and man to man.
Shillelagh law was all the rage,
when the row and the ruction soon began.
Whack fol the dad, now dance to your partner,
welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth i told you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.

Mick Maloney ducked his head when a bottle of whisky flew at him.
It missed, and landed on the bed,
the liquor scattered over Tim.
Tim revives, see how he rises.
Timothy risin' from the bed,
Sayin' "Whirl your whisky around like blazes!
Thanum an dial, do you think I'm dead?"
Whack fol the dad, now dance to your partner,
welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth i told you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.



Dear Ould Ireland (trad.)

In Pennsylvanian woods we've met from one bright island flown.
Great is the land we tread, but yet out heart is with our own.
And ere we leave this shanty small while fades the autumn day,
We'll toast old Ireland dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.
Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray
We'll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.

We've heard her faults a hundred times, the new ones and the old.
In songs and sermons, rants andrhymes, enlarged some fifty-fold.
But take them all, the great and small, and this we've got to say:
Here's loved old Ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.
Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray
We'll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.

We know that brave and true men tried to crack her rusty chain.
The patriots suffered, the martyrs died, and all 'tis said in vain.
But no boy, no, a glance will show, how far they've won their way.
Here's brave old ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.
Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray
We'll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.

We've seen the wedding and the wake, the patron and the fair.
Lithe young frames and the dear old games in the kindly Irish air.
And the loud "Harroo" we have heard it too, and the thundering "Clear the way!"
Here's gay old ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.
Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray
We'll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.

In Pennsylvanian woods we've met and may never see again,
The dear old land where our hearts are set and our first fond hopes remain.
But come, fill up another cup, and with every sup we'll say,
We'll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.
Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray
We'll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray.



Whiskey-Bailey's-Guinness
(Jimmy Carbomb, aka J. Parkinson / PogMoTunes /ASCAP)

I wandered o'er the nation, and staggered through the bars
I traveled o'er the roadways in rusty, junker cars
I searched the whole world over for the cure to ease my pain
And found the medication that swirls 'round my brain.

My liver is in shambles and my colon is a mess
The reason for the problem is a source that is your guess
Turpentine and thinners, and refined alcohol
I blew-out all my taste buds as I've tried to taste them all

Oh vodka's in the bottle and rum is in the flask,
I've got a shot of brandy, and tequila in my glass
Imported wines from off the vines will sometimes serve the task
But Whiskey-Bailey's-Guinness will knock me on my ass.

Take a pint of Guinness and watch the waterfall
Drink it halfway down and stop you dare not drink it all
Take half a shot of whiskey make Jameson the call,
Then top the shot with Bailey's get ready for a ball.

Line those glasses up, me boys, it's time to face the fray,
If you ain't got the gonads get up and walk away.
Drop that shot right in the beer, then quickly drink it down,
Last one empty on the bar will buy another round.

Oh vodka's in the bottle and rum is in the flask,
I've got a shot of brandy, and tequila in my glass
Imported wines from off the vines will sometimes serve the task
But Whiskey-Bailey's-Guinness will knock me on my ass.

I wandered o'er the nation, and staggered through the bars
I traveled o'er the roadways in rusty, junker cars
I searched the whole world over for the cure to ease my pain
And found the medication that swirls 'round my brain.

© 2006



A Bands A Band For A'That
(© 2010 Kyf Brewer)

Ye pimply-faced all rife with chords
wherever grace may find you
ye bards of youth with tongues of swords
lean close that I remind you

that as you're turned and passion-poised
tae voice a generation
know well your path was lit and paved
by Britain's great invasion

who forced the shores American
and bled the yankee soil
with amplifiers pressed to ten
laid waste the passive minstrel

remember jagger's pomp and thrust
and lennon's swift appraisal
proud Stewart shook the halls to dust
as Strummer, Jones and Davies

when Bonham fought with thunderous rage
and Moon wreckless abandon
brave Townshend swept the air with Page
McManus and MacGowan

and for creative liberty
nae matter what the drawback
united toppled peer and press
a band's a band for a'that

and charged with acts of mutiny
and whate'er else you'd call that
stood we in rev'rent unity
a band's a band for a'that

while ye were boasting in the bars
or brawling on the pavement
'was we adoze in wrecks of cars
tae make the next engagement.

© 2006



The Bar I Love Remained
(Keith Swanson / ItsAThing Music / ASCAP)

I met her here, at the 'Olde Drum And Fife'.
We'd court upon quart of the 'water of life.'
I gave her my heart at this old oaken bar,
but she left for a guy with a really long car.
Now the single malt flows like a river,
but not fast enough to forgive her.
So I sit and I sing this sad little song,
as another dram is drained.
The lass that I love has left me long,
but the bar I love remained.

Her name wasn't Nancy, but oh, was she fair,
with her eyes evergreen, and her long golden hair.
Now all I have left is the gin and the rum,
and the empty barstool where she planted her bum.
Now the whisky won't make me forget her,
but it's making her sister look better.
As I sit and I sing this sad little song,
and another dram is drained.
The lass that I love has left me long,
but the bar I love remained.

Now there's no use in crying alone in my beer.
My love she is gone, but her sister is here.
I ask the bartender to pour me a glass;
some courage to help win over this lass.
Says he, "You're not needin' another.
That's no sister you see, that's her brother."
So I sit and I sing this sad little song,
and contemplate a change.
The lass that I love has left me long,
but the bar I love remained.

© 2006



All For Me Grog (trad.)

and it's all for me grog
me jolly jolly grog
all for me beer and tobacco
for i spent all me tin
on the lassies drinkin' gin
far across the western ocean i must wander

and where is me shirt,
me noggin noggin shirt?
it's all gone for beer and tobacco
for the collar it is gone
and the sleeves are ripped and torn
and the tail is lookin' out for better weather

and it's all for me grog
me jolly jolly grog
all for me beer and tobacco
for i spent all me tin
on the lassies drinkin' gin
far across the western ocean i must wander

and where are me boots
me noggin noggin boots?
they're all gone for beer and tobacco
for the soles they are worn out
and the heels are kicked about
and the tongue is lookin' out for better weather

and it's all for me grog
me jolly jolly grog
all for me beer and tobacco
for i spent all me tin
on the lassies drinkin' gin
far across the western ocean i must wander

there's a pain in me head
and i haven't been to bed
since first i come ashore with me plunder
i've seen centipedes and snakes
and i'm filled with pains and aches
far across the western ocean i must wander

and it's all for me grog
me jolly jolly grog
all for me beer and tobacco
for i spent all me tin
on the lassies drinkin' gin
far across the western ocean i must wander.


Wild Rover (trad.)

i've been a wild rover for many a year
and i've 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

and it's no nay never
no nay never no more
will i play the wild rover
no never no more

i went into 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 custom as yours i can have anyday.'

and it's no nay never
no nay never no more
will i play the wild rover
no never no more

i took out from me pocket ten sovereigns bright
and the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
she said, "i've got whiskies and wines of the best,
and the words that i spoke they were only in jest"

and it's no nay never
no nay never no more
will i play the wild rover
no never no more

i'll go back to me parents, confess what i've done
and i'll ask 'em to pardon their prodigal son
and if they caress me as oft times before
well i never will play the wild rover no more

and it's no nay never
no nay never no more
will i play the wild rover
no never no more.


Fiddler's Green (trad.)

as i walked by the dockside one evening so fair
to view the salt water and take the sea air
i heard an old fisherman singing a song
won't you take away boys, me time is not long..

wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper
no more on the docks i'll be seen
just tell me old shipmates i'm takin a trip mates
and i'll see 'em someday in fiddler's green

now fiddler's green is a place i've heard tell
where the fisherman go when they don't go to hell
where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
and the cold coast of greenland is far far away

wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper
no more on the docks i'll be seen
just tell me old shipmates i'm takin a trip mates
and i'll see 'em someday in fiddler's green

when you get on the docks and the long trip is through
there's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
and there's bottles of rum growin' from every tree

wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper
no more on the docks i'll be seen
just tell me old shipmates i'm takin a trip mates
and i'll see 'em someday in fiddler's green

now i don't want a harp nor a halo not me
just give me a breeze and a good rollin' sea
i'll play me old squeezebox as we sail along
with the wind in the riggin' to sing me a song

wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper
no more on the docks i'll be seen
just tell me old shipmates i'm takin a trip mates
and i'll see 'em someday in fiddler's green.


Marymack (trad.)

there's a little girl and her name is marymack
make no mistake she's the girl i'm gonna track
lots of other fellows try to get her on her back
but i'm thinkin' that they'd have to get up early

marymack's father's makin' marymack marry me
my father's makin' me marry marymack
gonna marry mary for me mary for to care for me
we'll be feelin' merry when i marry marymack

this little lass she's got alot of class
got alot of brass and her father thinks i'm gas
i'd be a silly ass to let the matter pass
my father thinks she suits me rather fairly

marymack's father's makin' marymack marry me
my father's makin' me marry marymack
gonna marry mary for me mary for to care for me
we'll be feelin' merry when i marry marymack

mary and her mother go an awful lot together
in fact you hardly ever see the one without the other
and the people wonder whether it is mary or her mother
or the both of them together that i'm courtin'

marymack's father's makin' marymack marry me
my father's makin' me marry marymack
gonna marry mary for me mary for to care for me
we'll be feelin' merry when i marry marymack

the weddin's on a wednesday and everything's arranged
soon her name'll change to mine unless her mind has changed
and with makin' the arrangements i'm just about deranged
marriage is an awful undertakin'

marymack's father's makin' marymack marry me
my father's makin' me marry marymack
gonna marry mary for me mary for to care for me
we'll be feelin' merry when i marry marymack

gonna be a grand affair and grander than a fair
there's gonna be a coach and mare for every fare that's there
and we'll dine upon the finest fare i'm sure to get my share
if i don't i'll be very much mistaken

marymack's father's makin' marymack marry me
my father's makin' me marry marymack
gonna marry mary for me mary for to care for me
we'll be feelin' merry when i marry marymack

there's a little girl and her name is marymack
make no mistake she's the girl i'm gonna track
lots of other fellows try to get her on her back
but i'm thinkin' that they'd have to get up early

marymack's father's makin' marymack marry me
my father's makin' me marry marymack
gonna marry mary for me mary for to care for me
we'll be feelin' merry when i marry marymack.


Sally Garden (trad.)

it was down by the sally garden
my love and i did meet
she crossed the sally garden
on little snow white feet
she bade me take life easy
like the leaves that grow upon the tree
but i was young and foolish
and with her did not agree

in a field down by the river
my love and i did stand
and on her leaning shoulder
she placed her snow white hand
she bade me take love easy
like the grass that grows along the weirs
but i was young and foolish
and now am filled with tears.


Mush Mush (trad.)

'twas there i learned readin' and writin'
at dick crowley's where i went to school
and 'twas there i learned howlin' and fightin'
from me schoolmaster mister o'toole

him and me we had many a scrimmage
and devil a copy i wrote
there was ne'er a gossoon in the village
dared tread on the tail of me coat

singin' mush mush mush tu-ral-i-a-dy
mush mush mush tu-ral-i-a
there was ne'er a gossoon in the village
dared tread on the tail of me coat

'twas there i learned all of me courtin'
many lessons i took in the art
till cupid, the blackguard, while sportin'
an arrow drove straight through me heart

molly connor, she lived just forninst me
and tender lines to her i wrote
if you dare say one hard word ag'in 'er
i'll tread on the tail of your coat

singin' mush mush mush tu-ral-i-a-dy
mush mush mush tu-ral-i-a
there was ne'er a gossoon in the village
dared tread on the tail of me coat

but a blackguard called mickey maloney
came stole her affections away
for he'd money and i hadn't any
so i sent him the challenge next day

in the everning we met at the woodbine
the shannon we crossed in a boat
and i lathered him with my shillelah
for he tread on the tail of me coat

singin' mush mush mush tu-ral-i-a-dy
mush mush mush tu-ral-i-a
there was ne'er a gossoon in the village
dared tread on the tail of me coat

oh me fame it went all through the nation
folks came a flockin' to see
and they cried out without hesitation
you're a fightin' man, billy magee!'
i've cleaned out the finnigan faction
licked all the murphys afloat
if you're in for a row or a ruction
just tread on the tail of me coat

singin' mush mush mush tu-ral-i-a-dy
mush mush mush tu-ral-i-a
there was ne'er a gossoon in the village
dared tread on the tail of me coat.


Tippin' it up to Nancy (trad.)

oh there's been a woman in our town
a woman you quite know well
she dearly loved her husband
and another man twice as well
with me right finnick-in-eer-i-o
me tip finnick-a-wall
with me right finnich-nary-o
we're tippin' it up to nancy

she went down to the chemist shop
some remedies for to buy
'have you anything in your chemist shop
to make me old man blind?'
with me right finnick-in-eer-i-o
me tip finnick-a-wall
with me right finnich-nary-o
we're tippin' it up to nancy

'give him eggs and marrowbones
and make him suck them all
before he has the last one sucked
he won't see you at all'
with me right finnick-in-eer-i-o
me tip finnick-a-wall
with me right finnich-nary-o
we're tippin' it up to nancy

she gave him eggs and marrowbones
and made him suck them all
before he had the last one sucked
he couldn't see her at all
with me right finnick-in-eer-i-o
me tip finnick-a-wall
with me right finnich-nary-o
we're tippin' it up to nancy

'if in this world i cannot see
then here i cannot stay
i'd rather go and drown myself'
'come on,' says she
'and i'll show you the way'
with me right finnick-in-eer-i-o
me tip finnick-a-wall
with me right finnich-nary-o
we're tippin' it up to nancy

she led him to the river
and she led him to the brim
but sly enough of martin
it was him that shoved her in
with me right finnick-in-eer-i-o
me tip finnick-a-wall
with me right finnich-nary-o
we're tippin' it up to nancy

she swam through the river
and she swam through the brine
'oh martin, dear martin,
don't you leave me behind..'
'shutup ye silly aul fool,
ye know poor martin is blind'
with me right finnick-in-eer-i-o
me tip finnick-a-wall
with me right finnich-nary-o
we're tippin' it up to nancy

there's nine in me family
and none of em is me own
i wish that each and every man
would come and claim his own
with me right finnick-in-eer-i-o
me tip finnick-a-wall
with me right finnich-nary-o
we're tippin' it up to nancy.


Rosin the Bow (trad.)

I've traveled this world all over
and now to another I go
and I know that good quarters are waitin'
to welcome old Rosin the Bow

to welcome old Rosin the Bow me boys
to welcome old Rosin the Bow
I know that good quarters are waitin'
to welcome old Rosin the Bow

when I'm dead and laid out on the table
a voice you will hear from below
sayin' send down a hogshead of whiskey
to drink with old Rosin the Bow

to drink with old Rosin the Bow me boys
to drink with old old Rosin the Bow
send down a hogshead of whiskey
to drink with old Rosin the Bow

then get a half dozen stout fellows
and let 'em all stagger and go
and dig a great hole in the meadow
and in it put Rosin the Bow

and in it put Rosin the Bow me boys
and in it put Rosin the Bow
dig a great hole in the meadow
and in it put Rosin the Bow

I hear that old tyrant approachin'
that cruel remorseless old foe
and I lift up me glass in his honour
take a drink with old Rosin the Bow

take a drink with old Rosin the Bow me boys
a drink with old Rosin the Bow
I lift up me glass in his honour
take a drink with old Rosin the Bow

to the memory of Rosin the Bow me boys
the memory of Rosin the Bow
lift up me glass in his honour
to the memory of Rosin the Bow

take a drink with old Rosin the Bow me boys
a drink with old Rosin the Bow
I lift up me glass in his honour
take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.


Juice of the Barley (trad.)

In the sweet county Limerick one cold winter's night
all the turf fires were burning when I saw the light
and a drunken old midwife went tipsy with joy
as she danced round the room with a slip of a boy
singin' 'bainne na mbo is an gamhna, and the Juice of the Barley for me.'

Well when I was a gossoon of eight years old or so
With me turf and me primer to school I did go.
To a dusty old school house without any door,
Where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor

At the learning I wasn't such a genius I'm thinking,
But I soon beat the master entirely at drinking,
Not a wake or a wedding for ten miles around,
But meself in the corner was sure to be found.
singin' 'bainne na mbo is an gamhna, and the Juice of the Barley for me.'

One Sunday the priest led me out from the altar
Saying you'll end your days with your neck in a halter;
And you'll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell
And his words they did frighten me the truth for to tell,

So the very next morning as the dawn it did break
I went down to the vestry the pledge for to take,
And there in that room sat them priests in a bunch
Round a big roaring fire drinkin' tumblers of punch,
singin' 'bainne na mbo is an gamhna, and the Juice of the Barley for me.'

Well from that day to this I have wandered alone
I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none,
With the sky for me roof and the earth for me floor,
And I'll dance out me days drinking whiskey galore
singin' 'bainne na mbo is an gamhna, and the Juice of the Barley for me.'
singin' 'bainne na mbo is an gamhna, and the Juice of the Barley for me.'
singin' 'bainne na mbo is an gamhna, and the Juice of the Barley for me.'


Courtin' in the Kitchen (trad.)

come single belle and beau, unto me pay attention
don't ever fall in love, it's the devil's own invention
for once I fell in love with a maiden so bewitchin'
miss henrietta bell out in captain kelly's kitchen

with me toora loora la, me toora loora laddie
me toora loora la, toora loora laddie

at the age of seventeen i was 'prenticed to a grocer
not far from stephen's green where miss henri' used to go sir her manners were sublime, she set me heart a-twitchin' when she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen

with me toora loora la, me toora loora laddie
me toora loora la, toora loora laddie

next sunday bein' the day that we were to have the flare-up
i dressed meself quite gay and i frizzed and oiled me hair up the captain had no wife and he had gone a-fishin' and we kicked up high life down below stairs in the kitchen

with me toora loora la, me toora loora laddie
me toora loora la, toora loora laddie

with her arm around me waist, she slyly hinted marriage
to the door in dreadful haste came captain kelly's carriage
her eyes soon filled with hate and poison she was spittin'
when the captain broke the door and walked right into the kitchen

with me toora loora la, me toora loora laddie
me toora loora la, toora loora laddie

when the captain came downstairs, though he spied my situation in spite of all me prayers i was marched off to the station for me they had no bail, but to get home i was itchin' so i had to tell the tale, how i came into the kitchen

with me toora loora la, me toora loora laddie
me toora loora la, toora loora laddie

i said she did invite me, but she gave a flat denial
for assault she did indict me, and i was sent for trial
she swore i robbed the house in spite of all her schreechin' and i got six months hard for me courtin' in the kitchen

with me toora loora la, me toora loora laddie
me toora loora la, toora loora laddie.


Donnie Scot (K. Brewer)

she chants, she staves
she rants and she raves
and just a wee thing can you see that?
she'll grow, she'll fall
she'll fathom it all
and never be sweeter than this
i'll lull her to dream with my song
and give up my breath if hers ever should wane
and close i will bide
and always remain
i'll stand by my donnie, my scot.

Monto (trad.)

well if you got a wingo-o
take her up to ring-o
where the waxies sing-o
all the day
if you've had your fill o' porter
and you can't go any further
give your man the order -
back to the quay!

and take her up to monto monto monto
take her up to monto langeroo
to you

have you heard of the duke of gloucester
the dirty old imposter
he got a mott and lost her
up the furry glen
he first put on his bowler hat
and buttoned up his trousers
and he whistled for his growler
and he said, "my man -

take me up to monto monto monto
take me up to monto langeroo
to you"

have you heard of the dublin fusileers
them dirty old bamboozileers
they went and got the childer
one two three
marching from the linen hall
there's one for every cannon ball
and vicky's going to send em all
o'er the sea

but first go up to monto monto monto
first go up to monto langeroo
to you

now the czar of russia
and the king of prussia
they landed in the phoenix
in a big balloon
the asked the guardo band to play
the wearing of the green
but the buggers in the depot
didn't know the tune
so they both went up to monto monto monto
they both went up to monto langeroo
to you

and the queen she came to call on us
she wanted to see all of us
i'm glad she didn't fall on us
she's eighteen stone!
"mr. me lord the mayor," said she
"is this all you got to show me?"
why no ma'am, there's so much more to see
pog mo thoin!
and we took her up to monto monto monto
we took her up to monto langeroo
to you
and we all went up to monto monto monto
we all went up to monto langeroo
to you!


I'll Tell Me Ma (trad.)

i'll tell me ma when i get home
the boys won't leave the girls alone
they pulled my hair they stole my comb
but that's all right till i get home
she is handsome she is pretty
she is the belle of belfast city
she is courtin' one two three
please won't you tell me who is she?

albert mooney says he loves her
all the boys are fighting for her
they rap at the door they ring at the bell
saying "oh me true love, are you well?"
out she comes as white as snow
rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
jenny murray says she'll die
if she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye

i'll tell me ma when i get home
the boys won't leave the girls alone
they pulled my hair they stole my comb
but that's all right till i get home
she is handsome she is pretty
she is the belle of belfast city
she is courtin' one two three
please won't you tell me who is she?

let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
the snow come tumbling from the sky
she's as nice as apple pie
she'll get her own love by and by
when she gets a lad all of her own
she won't tell her ma when she gets home
let them all say as they will
it's albert mooney loves her still

i'll tell me ma when i get home
the boys won't leave the girls alone
they pulled my hair they stole my comb
but that's all right till i get home
she is handsome she is pretty
she is the belle of belfast city
she is courtin' one two three
please won't you tell me who is she?


Nancy Drinks Tequila (K. Swanson)

there's a bonnie lass from county bucks
i'm sure you've heard about
on the subject of the drinkin'
she is utterly devout
never had a dram of whiskey
never had a pint of stout
surely that is not to say
she's the type will do without

nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day
stronger men than old sylvest
i've seen her put away
her lips'll ne'er touch whiskey
beer or porter, punch or tay
nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day

when nancy's in the public house
there's sure to be a bloody row
she'll always drink a dram more than
the landlord can or will allow
if looks could kill it's sure that more
than one man would have up and died
hell it hath no fury as when
nancy's thirst has been denied

nancy drinks tequila
she's not like a normal irish lass
she'll even eat the worm that's lyin'
at the bottom of the glass
i dare you all lads big and small
if you believe you've got the brass
go head to head with nancy and
she'll drink you flat upon your arse

nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day
stronger men than old sylvest
i've seen her put away
her lips'll ne'er touch whiskey
beer or porter, punch or tay
nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day

we used to meet on saturdays
down at the pub the drum and fife
and after twenty shots or so
one night she said she'd be me wife
i can't complain about the pain
that's in me brain each sunday mornin'
i suppose this life i chose
it hasn't come without a warnin'

now we're a loving couple
tipplin' doubles down in dublin town
she's still as pretty as the day
i saw her in her wedding gown
as for me it's plain to see
tequila's cost me liver dear
i wonder if she'll love me less
if i go back to drinkin' beer

nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day
stronger men than old sylvest
i've seen her put away
her lips'll ne'er touch whiskey
beer or porter, punch or tay
nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day


Potatoes
(R. Moller / T. Boylan / J. Cunningham / J. O'Brien)

ah the cool green grass rolled across the foggy hills
as i made my way back to my irish lass
she laid in wait for the man who went away
on the table was the food that filled my past

potatoes potatoes
potatoes boiled and fried
potatoes potatoes
enough to make you cry
potatoes potatoes
potatoes piled high
potatoes with whiskey on the side

'twas a cold winter's morning when my bonnie said to me
let's board a sip and sail across the sea
now don't fret my darling it won't be very long
we'll have some potatoes by the dawn

potatoes potatoes
potatoes boiled and fried
potatoes potatoes
enough to make you cry
potatoes potatoes
potatoes piled high
potatoes with whiskey on the side

came home to my little ones they were filled with fear
sat down to eat, cleaned out my ear
the misses came in with a stewed tomato
i said 'no thanks, colleen, i'll have a potato
if it's all the same to you'

potatoes potatoes
potatoes boiled and fried
potatoes potatoes
enough to make you cry
potatoes potatoes
potatoes piled high
potatoes with whiskey on the side

potatoes in the morning, potatoes in the night
potatoes in the evening, potatoes by the light
mcteagle, mick jagger, mcnugget, we agree
potatoes and beer are good enough for me

potatoes potatoes
potatoes boiled and fried
potatoes potatoes
enough to make you cry
potatoes potatoes
potatoes piled high
potatoes with whiskey on the side


Dear Richard's Wake (K. Brewer)

come all ye taletellers with bridges to burn
put your money away
dear richard has died and it's eight in the morn
and we must get back to drinkin'

now richard did rarely take pleasure in wealth
put your money away
top o' the morning to you and the rest to himself
and we must get back to drinkin'
these bottles of cheer is on old richard dear
and he'd will it that way i been thinkin'
for it comes from the trust that he languished from us
and we must get back to drinkin'

now the misses was stitched with a delicate thread
put your money away
for i've held the poor dear as she thrashes in bed
but we must get back to drinkin'

in years that would follow apart we did drift
put your money away
for he took the oath and i took the fifth
and we must get back to drinkin'

each bottle of cheer is on old richard dear
and he won't have your wages i'm thinkin'
for it's all from the fuss that he landed on us
and we must get back to drinkin'.


What's Up Yours?
(K. Brewer / K. Swanson / K.M. Brewer / G. Ford / trad.)

you hear the rumblings at the fest
rowdy boys in ancient dress
but nae a one will near confess
what lurks beneath the tartan

you see the swagger and the sway
imagination runs away
could there be cloth or is there nay
behind the pleated curtain

finnich inarra finnich aneeah
finnich a feileadh mor
a trophy or two and a ribbon of blue
what's up yours?

when Irish eyes are smiling
what do you think they're smiling for?
it's a nod and a wink to me lucky charms
what's up yours?

we stand here proud before the king
we love to pipe, we love to sing
perhaps I'll do the highland fling
to show you my affection

ye lasses with your scarlet sash
i'll give your necks a good whiplash
if you should turn and catch me crack
a smile in your direction

finnich inara finnich aneeah
finnich a feileadh mor
could be the loch ness monster
what's up yours?
you can give the lass her fairin
but the gems she will adore
are the ones she'll see above your knee
what's up yours?

(instrumental shenanigans)

finnich inara finnich aneeah
finnich a feileadh mor
a thundrous crack and a union jack
what's up yours?
when irish eyes are smilin'
what d'you think they're smilin' for?
it's a nod & a wink to me lucky charms
what's up yours?

finnich inara finnich aneeah
finnich a feileadh mor
a thundrous crack and a union jack
what's up yours?
you can give the lass her fairin
but the gems she will adore
are the ones she'll see above your knee
what's up yours?

finnich inara finnich aneeah
finnich a feileadh mor
could be me jolly roger
what's up yours?

call it the lion rampant
call it dragon lore
willy wallace called it freedom!
what's up yours?


Whiskey in the Jar (trad.)

as i was crossing over
the cork & kerry mountain
i met with captain farrell
and his money he was countin'
i first produced my pistol
then i drew my rapier
sayin' 'stand and deliver
for i am a bold deceiver'

wish a rigum durum dah
whack for the daddy-o
whack for the daddy-o
there's whiskey in the jar

he counted out his money
and it made a pretty penny
i put it in my pocket
and i gave it to my jenny
she sighed and she swore that
she never would deceive me
but the devil take the woman
for they never can be easy

wish a rigum durum dah
whack for the daddy-o
whack for the daddy-o
there's whiskey in the jar

i went into my chambers
for to take a slumber
i dreamt of gold and jewels
and to that it is no wonder
but jenny took me charges
and she filled them up with water
and sent for captain farrell
to be ready for the slaughter

wish a rigum durum dah
whack for the daddy-o
whack for the daddy-o
there's whiskey in the jar

twas early in the morning
when i rose up to travel
the guards were all around me
and likewise captain farrel
i first produced my pistol
for she stole away my rapier
but i couldn't shoot the water
so a prisoner i was taken

wish a rigum durum dah
whack for the daddy-o
whack for the daddy-o
there's whiskey in the jar

if anyone can save me
it's me brother in the army
i think he must be stationed
out in cork or in kilarney
and if he'd come and join me
we'd go riding in kilkenny
i swear he'd treat me better
than me darlin' sportin' jenny

wish a rigum durum dah
whack for the daddy-o
whack for the daddy-o
there's whiskey in the jar.


Muckle John (G. Ford / trad.)

the king said 'my court is in a disarray -
bring me my fool to give me cheer today'
john came in, he said, 'take my wife..'
the king said, 'not, i think i'll take your life'

poor old muckle john
now his song and dance is done
the king said 'i don't much appreciate, son,
the funny little head of muckle john.

you know i'd forgive a natural fool
but an artificial one as you
i will not pardon, so i think instead
tomorrow morning i'll have your head'

poor old muckle john
now his song and dance is done
the king said 'i don't much appreciate, son,
the funny little head of muckle john.'

down to his chambers john was led
bars for his windows, stone floor for bed
he was jealous, john reasoned a bit much, i think
forget the last meal, john needs a drink

poor old muckle john
now his song and dance is done
the king said 'i don't much appreciate, son,
the funny little head of muckle john.'

up to the chopping block john went
he said 'all in all, i'd rather be in kent.'
with one blow his fool's cap did ring
the king said, 'now there's a truly funny thing..'

poor old muckle john
now his song and dance is done
the king said 'i don't much appreciate, son,
the funny little head of muckle john.'


Moonshiner (trad)

I've been a moonshiner for many's the year
Spent all me money on whiskey and beer
I'll go to some hollow and I'll set up me still
And I'll make you a gallon for a ten-shilling bill

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler
I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me well leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry and I'll drink when I'm dry
If the moonshine don't kill me I'll live till I die

I'll go to some hollow in this counterey
Ten gallons of wash I can go on a spree
No woman to follow and the world is all mine
I love none so well as I love the moonshine

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler
I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me well leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry and I'll drink when I'm dry
If the moonshine don't kill me I'll live till I die

Oh moonshine dear moonshine oh how I love thee
You killed me poor father but dare ye try me
Bless all moonshiners and bless all moonshine
Its breath is as sweet as the fruit on the vine

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler
I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me well leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry and I'll drink when I'm dry
If the moonshine don't kill me I'll live till I die

There's moonshine for Liza, moonshine for May
Moonshine for Lou and she'll sing all the day
Moonshine for me breakfast, moonshine for me tay
It's moonshine me hearties, it's moonshine for me!

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler
I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me well leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry and I'll drink when I'm dry
If the moonshine don't kill me I'll live till I die


Whiskey to the Sea (K. Brewer)

well the life goes in circles as everyone know
and the mirth and the misery comes as it goes
and the drunkard's philosophy starts where it ends
have a drink to me boys and then hit me again

names will be shouted and glasses be filled
and the girls will get frisky and say what they will
but the moment of finest reflection must be
when you're sending your whiskey on back to the sea

there's buggers and beggars and liars by trade
and white blessed angels that visit your bed
but enlightenment waits serendipitously
when you're sending your whiskey on back to the sea

now god is quite homeless and scattered and blind
and he keeps a few things round the back of my mind
and the times he retrieves them are errant and few
and i field most requests from him best i can do

he's harboring spirits, the neighbors complain
it's gone to his liver, it's gone to his brain
but it's bollocks i say, i recall pleasantly
having sent all that whiskey on back to the sea

names will be shouted and glasses be filled
and the girls will get frisky and say what they will
but the moment of finest reflection must be
when you're sending your whiskey on back to the sea

names will be shouted and glasses be spilled
and the girls will get risky and do what they will
but i'm known to break out in such grand melody
when i'm sending my whiskey on back to the sea.


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