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Another Irish Drinking Song By Da Vinci’s Notebook

Gather ‘round, ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while And hearken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle Let’s all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox Me brother drank the whiskey ‘til he wound up in a box My other brother in the Troubles met with his demise My sister has forever closed her smiling Irish eyes CHORUS Kenny was killed in Kilkenny and Claire, she died in Clare Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air Shannon jumped into the River Shannon back in June Ernie fell into the Erne, and Tom is in the Toome Cleanliness is godliness me Uncle Pat would sing He broke his neck a’slippin’ on a bar of Irish Spring O’Grady, he was 80 though his bride was just a pup He died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up CHORUS

CHORUS Now everybody’s died So until our tears are dried We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink, and then we’ll drink some more We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinking once again

Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar The road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his car Irony was what befell my great-grand Uncle Sam He choked upon the very last potato in the land Conor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms Until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms And dear old Father Flanagan, who left the lord’s employ Drunk on sacramental wine, beneath the altar boy

Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the banks of old Doneen He took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen CHORUS Crazy Uncle Mike believed he was a leprechaun But in fact he’s just a leper, and his arms and legs are gone Someday soon I’ll leave this world of pain and toil and sin When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin’ shame The Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin He wasn’t really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you MacNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit But he was just a Scotsman, so nobody gave a sh-(ARRGHH) He kills the cast of Riverdance, and Michael Flatley too CHORUS


The Old Black Rum By Great Big Sea

I drank sixteen doubles for the price of one Trying to find the courage to talk to one I asked her for a dance Not a second glance My night had just begun

Well the queen of George street just went walking on by Walking on by with some guy who don’t care That she stood in line Since half past nine Well I drink to the father and the holy ghost And spent three hours on her hair (On her I’m kneeling at the altar of my nightly post hair!) So I’ll raise a glass, not the first nor last Come join me in this toast Well her friend is looking at me with an evil grin [Chorus:] I think the bloody racket might soon begin I must have said some thing Because the old black rum’s got a hold on me To the George street queen Like a dog wrapped round my leg The boys are joining in! And the old black rum’s got a hold on me Will I live for another day? [Chorus] Hey, Will I live for another day? So I drank all of my money And I slept out in the rain Everyday is different but the nights they’re all the same You never see the sun on the old black rum But I know I’m gonna do it again! [Chorus 2x]

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