all things good an irish

i didnt no were 2 put this thread so i though y not in here seems as good a aplace as ne and i though i would start with something good and irish so u can all go after me lol



SEVEN DRUNKEN NIGHTS





As I went home on a Monday night,

as drunk as drunk could be.

I saw a horse outside the door,

where my old horse should be.

I called my wife the curse o' my life,

Will you kindly tell to me?

who owns that horse outside the door?

where my old horse should be?



Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk

you silly old fool, and still you canna see.

That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me.

Well, it's many's a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

but a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before.



As I went home on a Tuesday night,

as drunk as drunk could be.

I saw a coat behind the door,

where my old coat should be.

I called my wife and I said to her:

Will you kindly tell to me?

who owns that coat behind the door?

where my old coat should be?



Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk

you silly old fool, and still you canna see.

That's a lovely blanket that my mother sent to me.

Well, it's many's a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

but pockets in a blanket, sure, I never saw before.



As I went home on a Wednesday night,

as drunk as drunk could be.

I saw a pipe upon the chair,

where my old pipe should be.

I called my wife and I said to her:

Will you kindly tell to me?

who owns that pipe upon the chair?

where my old pipe should be.



Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk

you silly old fool, and still you canna see.

That's a lovely tin whistle that my mother sent to me.

Well, it's many's a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

but tobacco in a tin whistle, sure, I never saw before.



As I came home on Thursday night,

as drunk as drunk could be.

I saw two boots below the bed,

where my old boots should be.

I called my wife and I said to her,

Will you kindly tell to me?

who owns them boots below the bed,

where my old boots should be.



Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk,

you silly old fool, and still you canna see.

That's two lovely flower pots my mother sent to me.

Well, it's many's a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

but laces in two flower pots I never saw before.



As I came home on a Friday night,

as drunk as drunk could be.

I saw a head upon the bed,

where my old head should be.

I called my wife and I said to her:

Will you kindly tell to me?

who owns that head upon the bed?

where my old head should be.



Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk

you silly old fool, and still you canna see.

That's a baby boy that my mother sent to me.

Well, it's many's a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

but a baby boy wi' whiskers on, I never saw before.

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before



have fun

The Fields Of Athenry
Written By Pete St. John




By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling,
"Michael, they have taken you away.
For you stole Trevelyan's corn,
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."

Chorus:
Low, lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wings,
We had dreams and songs to sing.
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young man callin',
"Nothing matters Mary when your free.
Against the Famine and the Crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down,
Now, you must raise our child with dignity".

Chorus:
Low, lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wings,
We had dreams and songs to sing.
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

By a lonely harbour wall,
She watched the last star falling.
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky.
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray,
For her love in Botany Bay.
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry"

Chorus:
Low, lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing,
We had dreams and songs to sing.
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

SICK NOTE
Pat Cooksey
Dear Sir, I write this note to you to tell you of me plight
and at the time of writing, I am not a pretty sight;
me body is all black and blue, me face a deathly gray
and I write this note to say why Paddy's not at work today.

While working on the fourteenth floor some bricks I had to clear;
now, to throw them down from such a height was not a good idea.
the foreman wasn't very pleased, he beeing an awkward sod
he said I'd have to cart them down the ladders in me hod.

Now, clearing all these bricks by hand it was so very slow,
so I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below.
But in me haste to do the job I was to blind to see
that a barrelful of building bricks was heavier than me.

So when I untied the rope the barrel fell like lead
and clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead.
Well, I shot up like a rocket till to my dismay I found
that halfway up I met the bloody barrel comming down.

Well, the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped,
and when I reached the top I banged the pully with my head.
Well, I clung on tight through numbed shock from this almighty blow
and the barrel spilled out half the bricks fourteen floors below.

Now, when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel and so started down once more;
still clinging tightly to the rope, I sped towards the ground,
and I landed on the brocken bricks that were all scattered round.

Well, I lay there groaning on the ground, I thought I'd passed the worst,
when the barrel hit the pully-wheel and then the bottom burst.
Well, a shower of bricks rained down on me, I hadn't got a hope
as I lay there moaning on the ground, I let go of the bloody rope.

The barrel than being heavier, it started down once more,
and landed right across me, as I lay upon the floor.
Well, it broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only say
that I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not a work today.

The Real Old Mountain Dew

Beside a hill there is a still,
Where the smoke runs up to the sky;
You ean always tell by the whiff and the smell
That the liquor boys are nigh.


Refrain:
That the liquor boys are nigh,
That the liquor boys are nigh,
You ean always tell by the whiff and the smell,
That the liquor boys are nigh.

This mountain dew is made from grain,
And mixed with water pure,
And the alcohol that it eontains
Will all your troubles cure.
Refrain:
Will all your troubles cure,
Will all your troubles cure,
And the alcohol that it contains
Will all your troubles eure.

AII learned men who use the pen
Have writ its praises high;
It fills the air with perfume rare
Distilled with wheat and rye.


Refrain:
Distilled with wheat and rye,
Distilled with wheat and rye,
It fills the air with perfume rare
Distilled with wheat and rye.

Away with pills,'twill cure the ills
Of Pagan, Christian and Jew,
Off with your coat and wet your throat
With the real old mountain dew.


Refrain:
With the real old mountain dew,
With the real old mountain dew,
Off with your coat and wet your throat
With the real old mountain dew.

So before we roll won't you have another bowl
Of the good old mountain dew?
Of the good old mountain dew?
Of the good old mountain dew?

Refrain:
Of the good old mountain dew?
Of the good old mountain dew?
So before we roll won't you have another bowl
Of the good old mountain dew?
WE DO

0ro se do bheatha bhaile*2 ta grainnemhol ag teacht tharr saile oglaigh arma bheith mar gardai then theres some more verses.its irish the language which i now

I found my love 'neath the gasworks croft falls
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town

Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Springs a girl in the streets at night
Dirty old town, dirty old town

Heard a siren from the dock
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town, dirty old town

I'm going to take a good sharp ax
Shining steel tempered in the fire
We'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town

hands on hearts everyone

Gaelic

Amhrn na bhFiann
Seo dhibh a chirde duan glaigh,
Cathrimeach briomhar ceolmhar,
r dtinte cnmh go buacach tid,
'S an spir go min raltogach
Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo
'S go tinmhar gl roimh thocht do'n l
F chinas chaomh na hoiche ar seol:
Seo libh canadh Amhrn na bhFiann

Curf:
Sinne Firnna Fil
A t f gheall ag irinn,
buion dr slua
Thar toinn do rinig chugainn,
F mhid bheith saor.
Sean tr r sinsir feasta
N fhagfar f'n tiorn n fn tril
Anocht a tham sa bhearna bhaoil,
Le gean ar Ghaeil chun bis n saoil
Le guna screach f lmhach na bpilar
Seo libh canadh Amhrn na bhFiann.

Cois bnta ridhe, ar rdaibh slibhe,
Ba bhuachach r sinsir romhainn,
Ag lmhach go tran f'n sr-bhrat sin
T thuas sa ghaoith go seolta
Ba dhchas riamh d'r gcine chidh
Gan iompil siar imirt ir,
'S ag sil mar iad i gcoinne nmhad
Seo libh, canadh Amhrn na bhFiann

Curf

English

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.

Chorus

Two Irishmen are talking about religion,one says "you know Seamus,I'm an athiest".His friend replies "Why's that then, Paddy?".Paddy replies "I don't know Seamus,I supposed that's just way God made me!".