Screw the Safe Haven, all the Irish Join Me in a Pub

[The Lone Liberal]

“There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name
He was born and raised in Ireland in a place called Castlemaine
He was his father's only son, his mother's pride and joy
And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy”


Now, whose up for hav’n a pint of Guinness?

KEVIN BARRY

In Mountjoy jail one Monday morning
High upon the gallows tree
Kevin Barry gave his young life
For the cause of liberty
But a lad of eighteen summers
Yet no one can deny
As he walked to death that morning
He proudly held his head on high

Just before he faced the hangman
In his dreary prison cell
British soldiers tortured Barry
Just because he would not tell
The names of his brave companions
And other things they wished to know
"Turn informer or we'll kill you"
Kevin Barry answered, "no"
Calmly standing to attention
While he bade his last farewell
To his broken hearted mother
Whose grief no one can tell
For the cause he proudly cherished
This sad parting had to be
Then to death walked softly smiling
That old Ireland might be free

Another martyr for old Ireland
Another murder for the crown
Whose brutal laws may kill the Irish
But can't keep their spirit down
Lads like Barry are no cowards
From the foe they will not fly
Lads like Barry will free Ireland
For her sake they'll live and die

Ah, makes me eyes sad. Barkeep! Another round for the lads and the ladies!

[htuttle]

1. Is this a private fight...

...or can anybody join in?

:evilgrin:

[The Lone Liberal]

5. Grab your shalley and a pint

alls fair and welcome.

[Blue-Jay]

2. Fuckin' right!

Well i stumbled and i am all drunk and full of smoke
My wife said i have had enough, im sick, thats it, get out!
So i stumbled down to kellys pub across the edge of town
And i told the boys me story and we had another round

We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!
We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!
And if i see a pretty girl, ill sleep with her tonight!
We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!

And mary mcgregor, she was a pretty whore
She'd always greet you with a smile and never lock her door
But on the day she died, all the men in town did weep
For mary mcgregor finally got some sleep

We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!
We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!
And if i see a pretty girl, ill sleep with her tonight!
We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!

Well i once loved a girl, a child im told
I gave her my heart and she gave my a cold
So now i sit standing here out in the pouring rain
Ill stumble back to kellys pub and cry away me pain

We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!
We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!
And if i see a pretty girl, ill sleep with her tonight!
We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!

and, my favorite:


Well a Scottsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked the he'd drunk more than his share
He fumbled 'round until he could no long keep his feet
And he stumbled off in to the grass to sleep beside the street

Ring-ding didle lidle la deo
Ring dye didley eye oh
He stumbled off in to the grass to sleep beside the street

About the thime two young and lovely girls just happened by
One says to the other, with a twinkle in her eye
"See yon sleeping Scottsman, so strong a handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt"

Ring-ding didle lidle la deo
Ring dye didley eye oh
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt

They krept up on the sleeping Scottsman quite as could be
They lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there, behold, for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth

Ring-ding didle lidle la deo
Ring dye didley eye oh
Was nothing more htna God had graced him with upon his birth

They marveled for a moment, then one said "We must be gone.
Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along"
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied in to a bow
Around the bonnie star the Scotts kilt did lift and show

Ring-ding didle lidle la deo
Ring dye didley eye oh
Around the bonnie star the scotts kilt did lift and show

Now the Scottsman woke to natures call and stumbled for the trees
Behind the bush he lifts his kilt, and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice he says, to what's before his eyes,
"Lad, I don't know where you;ve been, but I see you've won first prize"

Ring-ding didle lidle la deo
Ring dye didley eye oh
Lad, I don't know where you've been, but I see you've won first prize

[catzies]

16. BRILLIANT!

:beer: :toast: :beer:

[The Lone Liberal]

29. Great song.

Let me stand you a round.

[dolo amber]

3. Are drinkin'

Scots welcome? :toast: :hi:

[Blue-Jay]

6. Hell, yes! Scots are welcome!

I made myself welcome anyhow, as any true Scot does to a drinking party.

Welcome Amber, take off yer dress!

[dolo amber]

14. Dinnae gies it, wide-o, uhll slap ye aboot the napper!

Any proper Scotsman knows the way you address a lady is:

"Dae ye drap thum, or jist pul thum tae the side?"

Fannybaws. :P

:D

[JohnKleeb]

4. Am I allowed in

I am only part.

[The Lone Liberal]

7. Whose buyn?

Me glass is collecting dust!

[Blue-Jay]

11. This round is on me!

[greatauntoftriplets]

43. Filling up your glass!

With jameson's.

[Lizz612]

8. Another song laddies!

In a neat little town they call Quincy
Apprenticed in trade I was bound
And many an hour of sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town
Then bad misfortune befell me
And caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and companions
To follow the black velvet band

As I as out strolling one evening
Not intending to stay very long
I met a frolicsome damsel
As she came tripping along
A watch she pulled out her pocket
And slipped it right into my hand
On the very first night that I met her
Bad luck to the black velvet band.

(chorus)
Her eyes, they shone like the diamond
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up in a black velvet band

Before judge and jury next morning
Both of us did appear
A gentleman claimed his jewelry
And the case against us was clear
Now seven long years transportation
Right down to Van Dieman's land
Far away from my friends and companions
To follow this black velvet band

So come all you jolly young fellows
I'll have you take warning by me
Whenever you're out on the liquor
Beware of the pretty Colleen
She'll fill you with whiskey and porter
Until you're not able to stand
And the very next thing you'd know
You've landed in Van Dieman's Land.


Traditional I believe
Lyrics from Dropkick Murphys

[ironflange]

9. I'm Ukrainian. Can I come in?

Mrs. Ironflange is mostly Irish. She doesn't like beer, but loves the hard cider.

:beer:

[The Lone Liberal]

10. Stand around or take a pint youre welcome if you enjoy a good craek.

Now Ireland's a very funny place, sir
it's a strange and a troubled land
and the Irish are a very funny race, sir
every girl's in the Cumann na mBan
Every doggie wears 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

Chorus:
Every bird, upon my word is singing 'treble! I'm a rebel!'
every hen it's said is laying hand grenades over there sir! I declare Sir!
And every cock in the farmyard stock crows in triumph for the Gael
and it wouldn't be surprising if there'd be another rising,
said the man from the Daily Mail

Now the other day I travelled down to Clare, sir
I spied in an old boreen a bunch of busy gooses there, sir
dressed in orange, white and green
They marched to the German goose step as they whistled Grann na bheal
and I'm shakin' in me shoes as I'm sending out the news,
said the man from the Daily Mail


Now the whole place is seething with sedition,
it's Sinn Fein through and through
All the peelers they are joining local units
and the password's Sinn Fein too
Every doggie wears 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

[TheMightyFavog]

12. My turn to sing!

They come over here
And they take all our land
They chop off our heads
And they boil them in oil

Our children are leaving
And we have no heads
We drink and we sing
And we drink and we die

We have no heads
We have no heads

They come over here
And they chop off our legs
They cut off our hands
And put nails in our eyes

O'Grady is dead
And O'Hanrahan's gone
We drink and we die
And continue to drink

O'Hanrahan
No O'Hanrahan

They buried O'Neill
Down in country Shillhame
The poor children crying
And fe dee din de
Hin fle di dinfle
Di din fle de din de
In hey bibble bibble
Hey bibble bibble
Hey fle bibble de

O'Hanrahan
No O'Hanrahan

We drink and we sing
And we drink and we sing
Hey!

We drink and we drive
And we puke and we drink
Hey!

We drink and we fight
And we bleed and we cry
Hey!

We puke and we smoke
And we drink and we die
Hey!

[bubblesby2002]

13. I"ll buy everyone another Guinness

As long as you sing with me:


As i was going over
The Kork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell
And his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
I said "Stand and deliver
Or the devil he may take you"

I took all of his money
And it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and
I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me
No Never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman
For you know she treat me easy

Mush a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy'o
Whack for my daddy'o, there's
Whisky in the jar, o

Being drunk and weary
I went to Molly's chamber
Taking my Molly with me
And i never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven
In walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols
And i shot him with both barrels

Chorus

Now some men like the fishing
And some men like fowling
And some men like to hear
The cannonballs are roaring
Me - I like sleeping
Specially in my Molly's chamber
But here i am in prison,
Here i am with a ball and chain, yeah

Chorus

[The Lone Liberal]

15. My turn for the Guinness. A few more and we'll talk some sedition.

'Twas down by Anna Liffey, my love and I did stray
Where in the good old slushy mud the sea gulls sport and play.
We got the whiff of ray and chips and Mary softly sighed,
"Oh John, come on for a wan and wan
Down by the Liffeyside."

Then down along by George's street the loving pairs to view
While Mary swanked it like a queen in a skirt of royal blue;
Her hat was lately turned and her blouse was newly dyed,
Oh you could not match her round the block,
Down by the Liffeyside.

And on her old melodeon how sweetly could she play.;
"Good-by-ee" and "Don't sigh-ee" and "Rule Brittanni-ay"
But when she turned Sinn Feiner me heart near burst with pride,
To hear her sing the "Soldier's Song",
Down by the Liffeyside.

On Sunday morning to Meath street together we will go,
And it's up to Father Murphy we both will make our vow.
We'll join our hands in wedlock bands and we'll be soon outside
For a whole afternoon, for our honeymoon,
Down by the Liffeyside.

[dolo amber]

17. Aye

A few mair o these a'll be greetin' like a bairn...:cry:

:beer: :toast:

[Amaya]

18. I'm only half Irish

Can I join too? :D :hi:

[The Lone Liberal]

20. Do you know the Soliders Song? Grab a pint

and we'll all stand while ya sing it.

[Amaya]

22. I don't know that one

could ya help me sing it? thanks for the drink hon! :beer:

[The Lone Liberal]

28. Everyone lift their pints and stand for the Irish National Anthem

Amhrán na bhFiann
Seo dhibh a cháirde duan óglaigh,
Cathréimeach briomhar ceolmhar,
ár dtinte cnámh go buacach táid,
'S an spéir go min réaltogach
Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo
'S go tiúnmhar glé roimh thíocht do'n ló
Fé chiúnas chaomh na hoiche ar seol:
Seo libh canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann

Sinne Firnna Fáil
A tá fé gheall ag éirinn,
buion dár slua
Thar toinn do ráinig chugainn,
Fé mhóid bheith saor.
Sean tír ár sinsir feasta
Ní fhagfar fé'n tiorán ná fén tráil
Anocht a théam sa bhearna bhaoil,
Le gean ar Ghaeil chun báis nó saoil
Le guna screach fé lámhach na bpiléar
Seo libh canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann.

Cois bánta réidhe, ar árdaibh sléibhe,
Ba bhuachach ár sinsir romhainn,
Ag lámhach go tréan fé'n sár-bhrat séin
Tá thuas sa ghaoith go seolta
Ba dhúchas riamh d'ár gcine cháidh
Gan iompáil siar ó imirt áir,
'S ag siúl mar iad i gcoinne námhad
Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann

We'll sing a song, a soldier's song,
With cheering rousing chorus,
As round our blazing fires we throng,
The starry heavens o'er us;
Impatient for the coming fight,
And as we wait the morning's light,
Here in the silence of the night,
We'll chant a soldier's song.

Chorus:
Soldiers are we
whose lives are pledged to Ireland;
Some have come
from a land beyond the wave.
Sworn to be free,
No more our ancient sire land
Shall shelter the despot or the slave.
Tonight we man the gap of danger
In Erin's cause, come woe or weal
"Mid cannons" roar and rifles peal,
We'll chant a soldier's song.

In valley green, on towering crag,
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered 'neath the same old flag
That's proudly floating o'er us.
We're children of a fighting race,
That never yet has known disgrace,
And as we march, the foe to face,
We'll chant a soldier's song.

[Pale_Rider]

31. "Amhrán na bhFiann"

With musical accompaniment ...
http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Acres/2667/anthem.html

[greatauntoftriplets]

35. I used to be able to sing The Soldier's Song...

in English and Irish.

[GoddessOfGuinness]

19. I'm with you!

Have another pint, on me! :beer:

[Pale_Rider]

21. Good way to lose an eye ...

... by calling an Irish woman a colleen!

[The Lone Liberal]

24. Sure you are right. Mind me manners

is what I say..

[Pale_Rider]

25. I have a wife from Tipp ...

... who would "f*ck me out of it" for calling her a lass!

:beer:

The "Amhrán na bhFiann"
http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Acres/2667/anthem.html

[The Lone Liberal]

23. Can you believe it?

It’s just after 1 in the A.M. not a f**kn car on O’Connell Street Bridge. Good on Temple Bar.


http://www.earthcam.com/ireland/dublin/

[Pale_Rider]

32. Have a pint of Guinness and a shot of Paddy's ...

... for me at Oliver St. John Gogarty!

[The Lone Liberal]

26. Turn the pints up, I'm buying

Many homes are filled sorrow and with sadness
Many hearts are filled with anguish and with pain
And old Ireland now she hangs her head in sorrow
For the men who died at Upton for Sinn Féin

Let the moon shine out tonight along the valley
Where those heroes of Sinn Féin in ambush fell
May they rest in peace those men who died for Ireland
In the lonely woods of Upton far away

Some were thinking of their mothers, wives and sweethearts
Some were thinking of their dear old Irish homes
Did they think of how they drilled along the valley
When they marched out from Cork City to their doom

The warning cry rang out: "Fix your bayonnets"
And those gallant lads they fixed them for the fray
Gallantly they fought and died for dear old Ireland
In the lonely woods of Upton far away

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

27. The name's Bukowski... Meet me in the alley. n/t

[The Lone Liberal]

30. Are you going to read me a ta of poetry?

or is it the dust your intending to unsettle?

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

39. A bit of dust and we'll drink till dawn. n/t

[greatauntoftriplets]

33. I want some Jameson's!!!!

Damnit!!!!

[The Lone Liberal]

34. Where have you been, we are all as drunk as Gilhooey's ghost

Fill up and toss em back, ya got a long road ahead to catch up.

[greatauntoftriplets]

36. HA!!!

Ya don't think I've been imbibing?

[Pale_Rider]

38. Feck! Drink! Arse!

http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~cbaker01/frted/SOUNDS/NJC/DFAG.WAV

[greatauntoftriplets]

37. The Bold Fenian Men!!!

Up the Republic!

Down by the Glenside
by Peadar Kearney
'Twas down by the Glenside I met an old woman
A plucking young nettles she ne'er saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men
'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beamin'
On strong manly forms, and on eyes with hope gleamin'
I see them again sure through all my sad dreamin'
Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men
Some died by the glenside, some died mid the stranger
And wise men have told us their cause was a failure
But they stood by old Ireland and never feared danger
Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men
I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short I will never forget her
We may have great men but we'll never have better
Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men

[Melsky]

40. Checking in

I brought a martini

[SiobhanClancy]

41. Sorry I'm late....somebody pull me a pint

And come tell me Sean O'Farrell tell me why you hurry so
Husha buachaill hush and listen and his cheeks were all a glow
I bare orders from the captain get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon

And come tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gath'rin is to be
At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me
One more word for signal token whistle out the marchin' tune
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon
:toast:

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon

Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning light
Murmurs rang along the valleys to the banshees lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon

'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon

:beer:

Come listen all me true men to my simple rhyme
For it tells of a young man cut off in his prime
A soldier and a statesman who laid down the law, and,
To die by the roaside in lone Beal na Blath
When barely sixteen to England crossed o'er
For to work as a boy in a government store
But the Volunteers call he could not disobey
So he came back to Dublin to join in the fray

-Chorus-
At Easter nineteen sixteen when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
And in the post office they nobly did show
How a handful of heros could outfight the foe.

To Stafford and jails transported they were
As prisoners of England they soon made a stir
Released before Christmas and home once again
He banded old comrades together to train
Dail Eireann assembled our rights to proclaim
Suppressed by the English you'd think it's a shame
How Ireland's best and bravest were harried and torn
From the Arms of their loved ones and children new born.

For years Mick eluded their soldiers and spies
For he was the master of clever disguise
With the Custom House blazing she found t'was no use
And soon Mother England had asked for a truce
Oh when will the young men a sad lesson spurn
That brother and brother they never should turn
Alas that a split in our ranks 'ere we saw
Mick Collins stretched lifeless in lone Beal na Blath

Oh long will old Ireland be seeking in vain
Ere we find a new leader to match the man slain
A true son of Grainne his name long will shine
O gallant Mick Collins cut off in his prime.

[greatauntoftriplets]

42. I'm sipping Jameson's...

Want some to go with your pint? Figured you'd show up here!

[SiobhanClancy]

44. I wouldn't say no to a wee drop....

thank you kindly:)
Btw,Martin McGuinness is speaking at Harvard next week and I'm going to go hear him!

[greatauntoftriplets]

45. Someone at work heard Gerry Adams last year in Chicago.

The review I heard of it was disappointing. Hope McGuinness is a bit more forceful, especially considering all the recent developments -- like UUP not being willing to discuss the Easter Friday agreements. Jeez. They want Sinn Fein to give and offer nothing in return.