November 12, 2015

Lyrics

Gather 'round ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while
and harken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle.
Let's all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone
and lift our voices in another Irish drinkin' song.

Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox
me brother drank the whiskey 'till he wound up in a box.
Me other brother in the troubles met with his demise
me sister has forever closed her smilin' Irish eyes.

Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried

we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again.
Ken was killed in Kilkenny and Claire she died in Clare

Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air.
Shannon jumped into the river Shannon back in June
Ernie fell into the Erne and Tom is in the Toome.
"Cleanliness is godliness," me Uncle Pat would sing

he broke his neck a-slippin' on a bar of Irish Spring.
O'Grady he was eighty, 'tho his bride was just a pup
he died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up (OI!).
Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried

we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again.
Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the cliffs of Alderney
he took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen.

When Crazy Uncle Mike thought he was a leprechaun
but in fact he's just a leper and his arms and legs are gone.
When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin' shame
he wasn't really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame.

MacNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit
but he was just a Scotsman so nobody gave a sh-(ACH!).
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Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried

we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more.

We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again.
Ole!
Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar
the road rose up to meet when he fell out of his car.
Irony was what befell me Great Grand Uncle Sam
He choked upon the very last potato in the land.
Connor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms
until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms.
And dear old Father Flanagan who left the Lord's employ
drunk on sacramental wine beneath the altar boy (HEY!).
Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again.
Someday soon I'll leave this world of pain and toil and sin
the Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin.
Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you
He kills the cast of Riverdance and Michael Flatley too.
Now everybody's died, so until our tears are Dried
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again.

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