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Them Spuds Ain't Royal
00:52
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2. |
Wanted: Drunk 'n' Alive
04:02
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[Chorus]
Wanted
Wanted
Wanted
Drunk 'n' alive
Wanted
Wanted
Wanted
Drunk 'n' alive
[/Chorus]
A little saloon at a fork in the road
Th'appearance is sober, the atmosphere low
The horse trough is busted the doors fallen out
Yet still I'm lured in by the sweet smell of stout
As I walk in the bar I find seventeen men
All looking at me, then back down again
Two seconds in, the music has stopped
They show me a poster, I know that I'm fucked
[Chorus]
They all know what I’ve done
The patrons are restless, they're shouting out loud
The bartender's friendly, "first one's on the house"
I pick up the pint, I drink and I spit
Then ax the old bastard, "the fuck is this shit?!"
He says and explains, "it's simple my friend"
"Your bounty's my life, I can't pay my rent"
"So I poured you the finest black stout that we have
Topped off with whiskey and porter and dram"
[Chorus]
The madness has begun
[Bridge]
I slam the pint
and start to walk
the crowd has fallen still
I'm trying to make my way
back to the door
then suddenly a chill
I try to
push on
when all the lights go out
It's hard to relax
with a man on your chest
and a bottle in your mouth!
[/Bridge]
A punch on the kidney, a kick in the spleen
This must be the best feckin 'barfight i've seen
ten against one, the chances are slim
The bartender ran, things are looking grim
The darkest of moments, a space opens up
For me to escape through while drinking my rum
I made it outside now, away from the heat
off to the next town, five minutes to breathe
[chorus]
They’ve got me drinking on the run
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3. |
The Molly Maguires
02:54
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[chorus]
Make way for the Molly Maguires
They're drinkers, they're liars, but they're men
Make way for the Molly Maguires
You'll never see the likes of them again
[/chorus]
Down the mines no sunlight shines
Those pits they're black as hell
In modest style they do their time
It's Paddy's prison cell
And they curse the day they traveled far
And drown their tears with a jar
[chorus]
Backs will break and muscles ache
Down there there's four times to three
Of fields afar of a womans arm
Just dig that bloody seam
Though they drain their bodies and their brow
Who dare to push them around
[chorus]
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4. |
Duncan McIntyre
04:12
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In the year of 1942
In the sixth month of the year
Father McIntyre said goodbye
To his son out on the pier
Duncan he got shipped away
To a far and foreign land
Bravely he got on the boat
With his chanter in his hand
And we’ll sing ooh
Ooh ooh
We will remember you
For everything you went through
We’ll sing ooh
Ooh ooh
Duncan McIntyre
This one’s for you
When he arrived he joined the 51 st
To lead the 5 th Black Watch
To win the battle at Al Alamein
And celebrate with scotch
They surprised the Axis late at night
The Black Watch was inbound
Duncan’s chanters droning through the dark
Axis woken by the sound
Chorus
The Italians got up
And found their rifles in the dark
Mortars blasting through their tents
Powder igniting with a spark
Rifles fired as the Trento charged
The Black Watch had their fight
Duncan he got shot three times
Didn’t make it through the night
Chorus
The stories that are told
Remember Duncan as he was
After the first shot he kept playing
Supporting 5 th without a pause
The second shot did take his breath
There on that faithful night
Duncan fell onto the ground
But still he was alright
After the third shot Duncan started off
The regimental march
Highland Laddie blasting through the pipes
The 5 th increased their charge
When the fight was fought and won
Duncan lay dead there on the ground
With still his fingers on the chanter
And his pipes under his arm
Chorus
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5. |
Drill Ye Tarriers, Drill
04:48
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Every morning at seven o'clock
There were twenty-seven Tarriers drilling at the rock
The boss comes along and he says, "Keep still
And come down heavy on your cast iron drill."
Chorus
And drill, ye Tarriers, drill
Drill, ye Tarriers, drill
For it's work all day for the sugar in you tay
Down beyond the railway
And drill, ye Tarriers, drill
And blast, and fire.
The boss was a fine man down to the ground
And he married a lady six feet 'round
She baked good bread and she baked it well
But she baked it harder than the hobs of Hell.
chorus
The foreman's name was John McCann
By God, he was a blaming man
Last week a premature blast went off
And a mile in the air went big Jim Goff.
chorus
And when next payday came around
Jim Goff a dollar short was found
When he asked, "What for?" came this reply
"You were docked for the time you were up in the sky."
chorus
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6. |
Whisky Tango Hotel
03:59
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[ chorus]
What if we told you,
We even serve the devil
We pour him in every glass
You'll find drunk folks on every level
What a mess, oh what a mess
What the hell, what the hell
One will shout out to oneself
We have the finest personnel
Welcome to the Whisky Tango
The Whisky Tango Hotel!
[/chorus]
Welcome Lads 'n Lassies
To the finest Inn in town
The beds are made, the staff is great
The drinks are all around
First class rooms and service
Will leave you feeling frisky
mirrors on the ceiling
a mini bar with whisky
chorus
You´re head is feeling heavy
What the hell is going on
Guess you found our secret (stash)
On the second floor, room 201
Now we have to blindfold you
And take you to the shed
Now don't you worry, about a thing
This won't be so bad
chorus
When we remove the blindfold
You won't believe your eyes
The old shed in the backyard
was only a disguise
What a splendid audience
what a splendid sight
at the Whisky Tango Hotel
you'll party all damn night!
chorus
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7. |
A Night Like This
03:00
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The time, the time, the time is right
It's time to step out of the light
To find my pub and go inside
And keep on drinking through the night!
I lift my head up with a grin
Because all of my mates walk in
We're up for booze, we're up for sin
Let a night of fun begin!
Time and time and time again
When I'm out drinking with my friends
A few more hours we must append
A night like this should never end!
We raise a glass of malt or blend
Until we can no longer stand
A few more hours we must append
A night like this should never end!
No matters we need to attend
Into a stupor we'll descend
A few more hours we must append
A night like this should never end!
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Finally found the pub I've been looking for my whole life
Finally found the pub I adore
Finally found the pub where I’ll meet my next ex-wife
And after her many more
It’s the pub where I’ll get drunk me boys
The pub where I will die
The pub where I’ll spend all me days
And douse my candlelight
So drink with me that one last drink
We’ll dance all through the night
In the pub where I spent many days
I’ll go down without a fight
There’s no place like home they said, but I’ll prove them wrong
I’ll stay in this pub forever
But five minutes later nonetheless they kicked me out
For drinking too much again
I’ll go home and I’ll get drunk me boys
At home is where I’ll die
At home I will spend many days
And douse my candlelight
So drink with me that one last drink
We’ll dance all through the night
In the pub where I spent many days
I’ll go down without a fight
Tonight I’ll go back again and drink that final drink
I’ll try to make it ‘till last call
I won’t let them kick me out again, I won’t let them win
When I get my drink I can die in peace
I’ll drink until I’m drunk me boys
I’ll drink until I drown
I’ll drink until that final drink
Will finally get me down
So drink with me that one last drink
We’ll dance all through the night
When the barkeep shouts last call
I’ll be down without a fight
When the barkeep shouts last call
I’ll be down without a fight
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9. |
Forgotten Friday
04:42
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I know I drank too much last night
But I don’t really care
My friends have told me what I’ve done
So I thought I’d share.
They told me I had thrown up
All over Marky’s floor
I slipped and fell, rolled down the stairs
And crashed right through the door
And then I got right up again
Ran out into the snow
My friends they all ran after me
To see where I would go
Another, another forgotten Friday night
I woke up black and blue again,
I’m sure it was a sight.
Another, another forgotten Friday night
I’m still not sure of what I did,
But I think I’ll be all right.
I ran and ran until I fell
Into someone’s backyard
They must’ve told me that as well
Because I woke up scarred
Then I broke out into song
I sang until I retched
They dragged me back inside again
And stretched me on the bed
Another, another forgotten Friday night
I woke up black and blue again,
I’m sure it was a sight.
Another, another forgotten Friday night
I’m still not sure of what I did,
But I think I’ll be all right.
Ooo ooo ooo
ooo ooo ooo
You know, I’ve tried every cure against a hangover
But the best cure is… keep drinking!
They didn’t tie me up
So I ran down the stairs again
Started chugging all their beers
Made fun of all my friends
They took me down, fell to the ground
Gave me a throw-up cup
They strapped me to the bed this time
And that’s when I woke up
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10. |
The Irish Rover
04:13
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On the fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York
'twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty seven masts
And they called her the Irish rover
We had one million bags of the best sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
And six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bales of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish rover
There was awl Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his sparse witty talk
He was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance
When he took off his pants
That he sailed in the Irish rover
There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from county Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger o'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish rover
We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
Oh lord! what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned
I’m the last of the Irish rover
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The Royal Spuds Leiden, Netherlands
A bit of punk, a pinch of good old rock music and whole lot of folkie tunes is what The Royal Spuds call throwing a party in
style!
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