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 Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 6:30 pm
Ok, for everyday from now on i will post an old drinking song or sea shanty, (well...untill i run out) dont ask me why im doin this im jus ina funkey-drink- till-you-drop-and-listen-to-drinking-songs mood, Sing along if you know the words ^^
ok, heres the first one for today:
The banks of newfoundland:
Me bully boys of Liverpool
I'll have you to beware
When you sail on them packet ships,
No dungaree jumpers wear
But have a big monkey jacket
All ready to your hand
For there blows some cold nor'westers
On the banks of Newfoundland
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
And we'll think of them cold nor'westers
On the banks of Newfoundland
There was Jack Lynch from Malnahinch,
Mike Murphy and some more
I tell you well, they suffered like hell
On the way to Baltimore
They pawned there gear in Liverpool
And sailed as they did stand
And there blow some cold nor'westers
On the banks of Newfoundland
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
And We'll think of them cold nor'westers
On the banks of Newfoundland
The mate he stood on the fo'c'sle head
And loudly he did roar
Come rattle her in me lucky lads,
You're bound for America's shore
So brush the mud off that dead man's face
And haul or you'll be damned
For there blow some cold nor'westers
On the banks of Newfoundland
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
And We'll think of them cold nor'westers
On the banks of Newfoundland
And now we're off the hook me boys,
And the land is white with snow
And soon we'll see the pay table
And we'll have all night below
And on the docks, come down in flocks,
Those pretty girls will stand,
Sayin, It's snugger with me than it is at sea,
On the banks of Newfoundland
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
For while we're here we could be there
On the bank of newfoundland
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 12:10 pm
next song ^^
Beer Beer Beer:
A long time ago, way back in history,
when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea.
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops,
and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.
He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.
The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well
one thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell
so all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop
for five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5
He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.
A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick,
the kind of lubrication to make your engine tick.
40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks.
Its only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax, 1 2 3 4 5
He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.
The Lord bless Charlie Mops!
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 11:57 am
YAY! ><
whiskey in the jar:
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with Captain Farrell, and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and I then produced my rapier
Sayin' stand and deliver, for you are a bold deceiver,
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me,
but the Devil take the women, for they never can be easy
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water,
Then sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter.
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
T'was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel,
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell.
I first produced me pistol, for she'd stolen away me rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
Now there's some take delight in the carriages a-rollin',
And others take delight in the hurley and the bowlin'.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
If anyone can aid me, t'is my brother in the army,
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll go with me, we'll go roving in Kilkenny,
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
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