BOOZE & RIOTS

Well, Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn' He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn And they all looked very happy in the morning But Jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours Where the elephant man broke strong men's necks when he'd had too many Powers So sad to see the grieving of the people that he's leaving And he took the road for God knows in the morning We walked him to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again (Far away!) I'm sad to say I must be on my way So buy me beer or whiskey, 'cause I'm going far away (Far away!) I'd like to think of me returning when I can To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane The years passed by, the times had changed, I grew to be a man I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLe...

What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning Weigh-hey and up she rises Weigh-hey and up she rises Weigh-hey and 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 Weigh-hey and up she rises Weigh-hey and up she rises Weigh-hey and up she rises Early in the morning Put him in a long boat 'til he's sober Put him in a long boat 'til he's sober Put him in a long boat 'til he's sober Early in the morning Weigh-hey and up she rises Weigh-hey and up she rises Weigh-hey and up she rises Early in the morning Stick him in the scupper with a hosepipe on him Stick him in the scupper with a hosepipe on him Stick him in the scupper with a hosepipe on him Early in the morning Weigh-hey and up she rises Weigh-hey and up she rises Weigh-hey and u...

Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk Of a day-i-ay-i-ay I met a little girl and we stopped to talk Of a fine soft day-i-ay   And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do? Because her hair was black and her eyes were blue And I knew right then, I'd be taking a whirl Around the Salthill prom with a Galway girl   We were halfway there when the rain came down Of a day-i-ay-i-ay She asked me up to her flat downtown Of a fine soft day-i-ay   And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do? Because her hair was black and her eyes were blue I took her hand and I give her a twirl And I lost my heart to a Galway girl   When I woke up, I was all alone With a broken heart and a ticket home And I ask you now, tell me what would you do? If her hair was black and her eyes were blue 'Cause I've traveled around, I've been all over this world Boys, I ain't never seen nothing like a Galway girl

As we gather in the chapel here in old Kilmainham Gaol I think about these past few weeks, oh, will they say we've failed? From our schooldays, they have told us we must yearn for liberty Yet, all I want in this dark place is to have you here with me Oh Grace, just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger They'll take me out at dawn and I will die With all my love, I'll place this wedding ring upon your finger There won't be time to share our love, for we must say goodbye Now, I know it's hard for you, my love, to ever understand The love I bear for these brave men, my love for this dear land But when Pádraic called me to his side down in the G.P.O. , I had to leave my own sick bed; to him I had to go Oh Grace, just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger They'll take me out at dawn and I will die With all my love, I'll place this wedding ring upon your finger There won't be time to share our love, for we must say goodbye Now, as the dawn ...

Well how do you do, young Willie McBride Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside? And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done I see by your gravestone, you were only nineteen When you joined the great fallen in 1916 . I hope you died well and I hope you died clean Or young Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene? Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? And did the band play the Last Post and Chorus? Did the pipes play 'The Flowers of the Forest'? Did you leave 'ere a wife or a sweetheart behind? In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined? Although you died back in 1916 In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen? Or are you a stranger without even a name Enclosed in forever, behind a glass frame? In an old photograph, torn, battered and stained And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame Did they beat the drum slowly,...

Oh, Ireland is a very funny place, sir It's a strange and a troubled land And the Irish are a very funny race, sir Every woman's in Cumann na mBan Every doggie got a tri-coloured ribbon Tied firmly to its tail And it wouldn't be surprising If there'd be another rising Said the man from the Daily Mail Oh, every bird upon my word Singing Yo Ho — I'm A Provo ! Every hen in Jail is laying hand grenades Over there sir, i do declare sir! And every old cock in the farmyard Stock singing triumph to Sinn Fein And it wouldn't be surprising If there'd be another rising Said the man from the Daily Mail Oh, the other day I travelled down to Claire, sir I spied an old boreen Such a bunch of busy gooses there, sir Dressed in orange, white and green They were marching to the German Goose step And whistling Grann na bheal And every time I show up They would shoot me as a yeoman Said the man from the Daily Mail You might also like Oh, every bird upon my word Singing Yo Ho — I...

It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank An old man said to me, "Won't see another one" And then he sang a song, 'The Rare Old Mountain Dew' I turned my face away and dreamed about you Got on a lucky one, came in eighteen-to-one I've got a feeling this year's for me and you So, Happy Christmas, I love you, baby I can see a better time when all our dreams come true They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold But the wind goes right through you, it's no place for the old When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome , you were pretty, queen of New York City When the band finished playing, they howled out for more Sinatra was swinging , all the drunks, they were singing We kissed on a corner, then danced through the night The boys of the NYPD choir were singing, "Galway Bay" And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day You're a bum, you're ...