1. |
Wake Up
02:16
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It’s the first day of the festival
Line up the drinks and we’ll swag em all
This is the one we love best of all
With a toora loora yay
There ain’t no clouds, I’ll testify
The sun is shining, I want to cry
Stamp your feet and kiss the sky
Let’s party on today
It’s time to wake up, shape up
Get your arses out of bed
We’re shipping out today
It’s time to wake up, shape up
Get your arses out of bed
Sore-heads be damned
Its been a long time me friends
In this land of hope and glory
But it’s 5 o’clock in the morning now
And that’s a different story
Give ya balls a scratch and shake ya head
You’ll soon be dancing off to bed
You’ve still gotta chance to get off your head
Sing one more time.
It’s time to wake up, shape up
Get your arses out of bed
We’re shipping out today
It’s time to wake up, shape up
Get your arses out of bed
Sore-heads be damned
It’s time to wake up, shape up
Get your arses out of bed
We’re shipping out today
It’s time to wake up, shape up
Get your arses out of bed
Sore-heads be damned
You said you wanna go back to sleep
But that’s just an illusion
You’ve had so much grog to drink
You’re a ball of confusion
You’re part of this big society
No time to swing the lead
If Dave and his boys gets his way
You’ll be working til ya dead
It’s time to wake up, shape up
Get your arses out of bed
We’re shipping out today
It’s time to wake up, shape up
Get your arses out of bed
Sore-heads be damned
It’s time to wake up, shape up
Get your arses out of bed
We’re shipping out today
It’s time to wake up, shape up
Get your arses out of bed
Sore-heads be damned
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2. |
Waxies' Dargle
02:26
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Says my aul’ wan to your aul’ wan
“Will ye go to the Waxies dargle?”
Says your aul’ wan to my aul’ wan
“We haven’t got a farthing.
We went up to Monto
See our dear Uncle McArdle
But he wouldn’t give us a couple a bob
To go to the Waxies dargle.”
What’ll ya have?!
I’ll have a pint!
I’ll have a pint with you, Sir!
But if one of us don’t order soon
We’ll be chucked out of the boozer!
Says my aul’ wan to your aul’ wan
“Will ye go to the Galway races?”
Says your aul’ wan to my aul’ wan
“We’ll go with our lads braces
We went up to Monto
See the Jewish moneylenders
But they wouldn’t give us a couple a crown
For the aul’ lad with suspenders.”
What’ll ya have?!
I’ll have a pint!
I’ll have a pint with you, Sir!
But if one of us don’t order soon
We’ll be chucked out of the boozer!
Says my aul’ wan to your aul’ wan
We got no beef or mutton
If we went up to Monto town
We might get a piece for nuttin’”
Here’s a piece of advice
From the aul’ fishmongers:
“If the food is scarce, you see the hearse
You’ll know you have died of hunger.”
What’ll ya have?!
I’ll have a pint!
I’ll have a pint with you, Sir!
But if one of us don’t order soon
We’ll be chucked out of the boozer!
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3. |
The Lark in the Morning
03:31
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4. |
Courtin' in the Kitchen
02:19
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Come single belle and beau, unto me pay attention
Don’t ever fall in love, it’s the devil’s own invention
For Once I fell in love with a lady so bewitching
Miss Henrietta Bell out of Captain Kelly’s kitchen
Singing toora loora la, toora loora laddie,
toora loora la, with me toora loora laddie
At the age of seventeen I was ‘prenticed to a grocer
Not far from Stephen’s Green, where Miss Henry used to go sir
Her manners were so fine, she set my heart a-twitchin’
She invited me to a hoolie’ in the kitchen
Singing toora loora la, toora loora laddie,
toora loora la, with me toora loora laddie
Next Sunday being the day, that we went to have a flare-up
I dressed me self quite gay and I frizzed and oiled me hair up
The captain had no wife, and he had gone on fishin’
And we kicked up high life downstairs in the kitchen
Singing toora loora la, toora loora laddie,
toora loora la, with me toora loora laddie
With her arms around me waist, she slyly hinted marriage
When to the door in haste, came captain Kelly’s carriage
Her eyes were full of hate, the poision she was spittin’
When the captain and the guards come marchin to the Kitchen
Singing toora loora la, toora loora laddie,
toora loora la, with me toora loora laddie
When the captain came downstairs, oh he saw me situation
In spite of all me prayers, I was marched off to the station
For me they’d give no bail, but to get to the home I was itchin’
And I had to tell the tale, of my courtin in the kitchen
Singing toora loora la, toora loora laddie,
toora loora la, with me toora loora laddie
Well, I swore she did invite me, though she gave a flat denial
For assault, they did indict me and I was sent for trial
She said I robbed the house in spite of all me screechin’
And I got six months in jail, for me courtin’ in the kitchen
Chorus x 2
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5. |
Tipsy
03:20
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He gets up to the bar, just to contemplate a drink
His first one’s a cider, let’s have a little think
His second one’s a red wine or maybe it’s a rum
Well I’ll have a little drink before I come undone
You know he’s tipsy, dipsy, you’ve heard it all before
he’s tipsy, dipsy, he’ll soon be on the floor
you know he’s tipsy, dipsy, drinks like ten men
and when tomorrow morning comes, we’ll I’ll be back again
fol deedah, fol deedah, fol deedah
fol de hey fol de ho, fol de alley alley oh! Hey!
It’s early in the morning, she’s sober as a judge
She gotta go to town, but she doesnae bear a grudge
They say whiskey is the devil and it’s absolutely fine
Coz she’s off up to the bar for another glass of wine
You know she’s tipsy, dipsy, you’ve heard it all before
she’s tipsy, dipsy, she’ll soon be on the floor
you know she’s tipsy, dipsy, drinks like ten men
and when tomorrow morning comes, we’ll I’ll be back again
fol deedah, fol deedah, fol deedah
fol de hey fol de ho, fol de alley alley oh! Hey!
Well all the fine ladies and gents are sitting here
Another grand occasion for the drinking of the beer
Another fine occasion and of that there is no doubt
So dance a jig, have a swig and watch the doors on your way out
Well we’re tipsy, dipsy I’ve heard it all before
We’re tipsy, dipsy soon be on the floor
We’re tipsy, dipsy, drink like ten men
When tomorrow morning comes, well I’ll be back again
fol deedah, fol deedah, fol deedah
fol de hey fol de ho, fol de alley alley oh! Hey!
Well the auld time religion, well that’s my philosophy
In times of great need, see the vicar for a tea
In times of for pleasure and for laughter and for sin
Well it’s down the rub a dub for another pint of gin
Well we’re tipsy, dipsy, we’ve heard it all before
We’re tipsy, dipsy, we’ll soon be on the floor
We’re tipsy, dipsy, we drink like ten men
When tomorrow morning comes, well I’ll be back again
When tomorrow morning comes, well I’ll be back again
When tomorrow morning comes, well I’ll be back again
Amen
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6. |
Millionnaires
03:01
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Well I don’t give money to the Big Issue seller
Because he’s probably on heroin
I’ll walk past him with a grin
And if I can I’ll kick his dog
And I don’t give money to the buskers
‘Cos they’re talentless and lazy
They’re ruining the country
I think they should get a job
Instead I give my money to
Walmart for tax evasion
Primark for child labour
Texaco for the next invasion
I don’t give a fuck about you
I give my money to the Millionnaires
I give my money to the Millionnaires
I give all my money to the Millionnaires
and I don’t give a fuck about you
Well I don’t give money to the beggar
That’s what I pay my taxes for
Government should shove him through the door
Of a prison cell or a hospital
I don’t give to the homeless pisshead
‘Coz he’ll spend it all on booze instead
The waster doesn’t deserve a bed
Whaddya mean welfare is dead?
Instead I give my money to
Walmart for tax evasion
Primark for child labour
Texaco for the next invasion
I don’t give a fuck about you
I give my money to the Millionnaires
I give my money to the Millionnaires
I give all my money to the Millionnaires
and I don’t give a fuck about you
Instead I give my money to
Starbucks, in case I get hard up
BP making living life easy
HSBC they look after me
And I don’t give a fuck about you
I give my money to the Millionnaires
I give my money to the Millionnaires
I give all my money to the Millionnaires
And I don’t give a fuck about you
Well I don’t give money to the Big Issue seller
‘Cos he’s probably on heroin
I’ll walk past him with a grin
And if I can I’ll kick his dog
And I don’t give money to the buskers
Oh they’re talentless and lazy
They’re ruining the country
I think they should get a job
Instead I give my money to
Walmart for tax evasion
Primark for child labour
Texaco for the next invasion
I don’t give a fuck about you
I give my money to the Billionnaires
I give my money to the Billionnaires
I give all my money to the Billionnaires
And I don’t give a fuck about you
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7. |
Father O'Flynn
01:26
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8. |
Raggle Taggle Gypsy
02:48
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There were three of the gypsies came to the door
They came brave and boldly-o
And one sang high and the other sang low
And the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o
It was upstairs and downstairs the lady ran
Put on her suit of leather-o
And it was the cry all around her door;
“She’s away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o”
It was late that night when the lord came home
Enquiring for his lady-o
And it was the housemaid that replied;
“She’s away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o”
“Then saddle for me my big white steed
Me big one is not as speedy-o
And tonight I ride for I seek for me bride
Who’s away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o”
Which way did he ride….
Well he rode east and he rode west
He rode north and south also
And when he rode to the wide open field
That’s where he spied his lady-o
“And, why did you leave your house and your home
Why did you leave your money-o?
Why did you leave your own wedded lord
All for the raggle taggle gypsy-o?”
“Ah what do I care for my house and my home?
What do I care for money-o?
What do I care for my own wedded lord?
I’m away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o”
“It was there last night you’d a goose feather bed
Blankets drawn so comely-o
But tonight you lie in a wide open field
In the arms of the raggle taggle gypsy-o”
“Ah, what do I care for my goose feather bed?
And Blankets drawn so comely-o?
For tonight I lie in a wide open field
In the arms of the raggle taggle gypsy-o”
“Yeah you rode west when I rode east
You rode high and I rode low
I’d rather have a kiss of the yellow gypsy’s lips
Than stay with the lord and money-o”
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9. |
The Siege of Ennis
01:54
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10. |
Come by the Hills
03:54
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Oh, come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea
Where the rivers run clear, and the bracken is gold in the sun
Oh, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done
Oh, come by the hills to the land where life is a song
And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long
Where the trees sway in time, and even the wind sings in tune
Oh, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done
Oh, come by the hills to the land where legends remain
The stories of old fill our hearts and may yet come again
Where the past has been lost, and the future remains to be won
Oh, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done
Oh, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done
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11. |
The Parkdale Jig
01:42
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12. |
Daddy Was
02:39
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Daddy was a smoked stained thinker
He certainly upset all the rest of the crew
And now you know he was a smoker and a drinker
And Paddie worked alongside him too
Well have a drink, one or two
Line em up while I nip to the loo
And when the bell rings, it’s what to do?
Well it’s time roll home and he lights up a cigarette
Fiddle liddle lye, skiddle lido lido
Fiddle liddle lye, skiddle liddle lydle lum
Fiddle liddle lye, skiddle lido lido
Fiddle liddle lye, skiddle liddle lydle lum
Sophie was a socialist worker
She worked all her life just to earn a crumb
She liked to spend her nights at the party headquarters
That’s where you’ll hear her bang her drum
Well have a drink, one or two
Line em up while I nip to the loo
And when the bell rings, it’s what to do?
Well it’s time roll home and he lights up a cigarette
Fiddle liddle lye, skiddle lido lido
Fiddle liddle lye, skiddle liddle lydle lum
Fiddle liddle lye, skiddle lido lido
Fiddle liddle lye, skiddle liddle lydle lum
Billy was a protest singer
He liked to write his songs and play it all night
He sits on his throne and contemplates ruling
Upsets one or two and he gets into a fight
Well have a drink, one or two
Line em up while I nip to the loo
And when the bell rings, it’s what to do?
Well it’s time roll home and he lights up a cigarette
Fiddle liddle lye, skiddle lido lido
Fiddle liddle lye, skiddle liddle lydle lum
Fiddle liddle lye, skiddle lido lido
Fiddle liddle lye, skiddle liddle lydle lum
Johnny was an old time murderer
He liked to link the bodies up with a clue
By day he was a gas board fitter
Interpol, The FBI are after him too
Well have a drink, one or two
Line em up while I nip to the loo
And when the bell rings, it’s what to do?
Well it’s time roll home and he lights up a cigarette
Fiddle liddle lye, skiddle lido lido
Fiddle liddle lye, skiddle liddle lydle lum
Fiddle liddle lye, skiddle lido lido
Fiddle liddle lye, skiddle liddle lydle lum
Daddy was a smoke-stained thinker
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13. |
Rare Old Mountain Dew
02:39
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Let grasses grow and waters flow
In a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff
That’s brewed near Galway Bay
Come Gowgers all from Donegal
From Sligo and Leitrim too
Oh, we’ll give them the slip and we’ll take a sip
Of the rare old Mountain Dew
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle dum diddle dum day
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle dum diddle dum day
At the foot of the hill there’s a neat little still
Where the smoke curls up in the sky
With a whiff and a sniff you can plainly tell
That there’s poitin made nearby
For it fills the air with a perfume
That’s known to me and you
It’s off we roll to drink a bowl
Or a bucket full of Mountain Dew
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle dum diddle dum day
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle dum diddle dum day
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle dum diddle dum day
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle dum diddle dum day
There’s learned men who take-up the pen
Who have wrote the praises high
Of sweet poitin from Ireland green
That’s made from wheat and rye
Get away with your pills, it’ll cure all ills
Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat
With the Rare old the Mountain Dew
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle dum diddle dum day
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle dum diddle dum day
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle dum diddle dum day
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle diddle dum
Skiddly idle dum diddle dum day
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14. |
Merry Hell
03:26
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Keeping up the standards, keep on drinking where you fell
Will I see you on the other side raising Merry Hell?
We’ve still got time for romance, fa’ilte hospitality
All the pretty girls are dancing and you know where I will be
Well excuse me while I pray, well excuse me while I pray
Dear God what have you got to do to take this pain away
Well excuse me while I pray, well excuse me while I pray
Dear God what have you gone and done I’ve lost all time today
There’s fear of death and violence does your mother want to stay?
All I want is lovely jugs of beer, she offers only tae!
We all fear gods and monsters and we still can’t get release
Have you had enough of life down in the belly of the beast?
Well excuse me while I pray, well excuse me while I pray
Dear God what have you got to do to take this pain away
Well excuse me while I pray, well excuse me while I pray
Dear God what have you gone and done I’ve lost all time today
Plagued by bouts of kindness, threw myself down in a well
With me body all tattooed in a dirty drunken smell (eugh!)
Dragged out of the city, through the one that tried and failed
And I’ll kick and bloody murder like I just broke out of jail!
Well excuse me while I pray, well excuse me while I pray
Dear God what have you got to do to take this pain away
Well excuse me while I pray, well excuse me while I pray
Dear God what have you gone and done I’ve lost all time today
Keeping up the standards, keep on drinking where you fell
Well I’ll see you on the other side raising Merry Hell!
We’ve still got time for romance, fa’ilte hospitality
All the pretty girls are dancing and you know where I will be
Well excuse me while I pray, well excuse me while I pray
Dear God what have you got to do to take this pain away
Well excuse me while I pray, well excuse me while I pray
Dear God what have I gone and done I’ve got too drunk today
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15. |
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Did you hear them play the tunes, take them round the Parish
Pluck it, strike it, hammer it down, make it awful savage
Keep the music from the page, no paper production
Strings made from fusewire, anything for a plectrum
Rip the music from the wall, Sing into the silence
All you need is a place to play, To the devil with your licence
When they pulled the reel apart, wove it back together
Driving rhythms once again like they’d gone on forever
Then the drummer beat the goat, beat it with a passion
Weaving rhythms round the tunes like they’d gone out of fashion
Rip the music from the wall, Sing into the silence
All you need is a place to play, To the devil with your licence
To the mix add stormin’ tunes, beer and smoke and whiskey
Fiddle and bohdron nail it down, jigs and reels a plenty
Play the blarney pilgrim land, drink in double measure
Merrily kiss the quaker with Killarney boys of pleasure
Rip the music from the wall, Sing into the silence
All you need is a place to play, To the devil with your licence
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16. |
All for Me Grog
01:57
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Well it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It’s all for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
I’m Sick in the head, I aye been to bed
since first I came ashore with me plunder
I’ve seen centipedes and snakes, me ‘ead is full of aches
And I gotta build a path to way out yonder
Well it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It’s all for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
Where are me boots, me old smelly boots
Sold out for beer and tobacco
Well the heels are hanging out, the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking out for better weather
Well it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It’s all for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
Where is me bed, me old stinky bed
Sold out for beer and tobacco
Well I spent it on the girls, the springs are all in twirls
And the sheets are looking out for better weather
Well it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It’s all for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
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17. |
Tell Me Ma
02:58
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Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won’t leave the girls alone
They pull their hair, they steal their comb
But that’s all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a courting one, two, three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Knock at the door and they ring that bell
Oh my true love, are you well?
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Jenny Murphy says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye
Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won’t leave the girls alone
They pull their hair, they steal their comb
But that’s all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a courting one, two, three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?
Let the wind and the rain and the hail go high
And snow come a shovelling from the sky
She’s as happy as apple pie
And she’ll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won’t tell her Ma till she comes home
All the boys come as they will
For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still
Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won’t leave the girls alone
They pull their hair, they steal their comb
But that’s all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a courting one, two, three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?
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The New Ruffians Wolverhampton, UK
Four multi-instumentalist Midlanders playing a heady mix of traditional Celtic music, Ska, R’n’R, Indie & Punk.
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