Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Another Irish Drinking Song, artist - Da Vinci's Notebook. Album song Brontosaurus, in the genre
Date of issue: 05.02.2010
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Another Irish Drinking Song |
Gather 'round ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while |
And harken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle |
Let’s all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone |
And lift our voices in another Irish drinkin' song |
Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox |
Me brother drank the whiskey 'till he wound up in a box |
Me other brother in the troubles met with his demise |
Me sister has forever closed her smilin' Irish eyes |
Now everybody’s died, so until our tears are dried |
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we’ll drink some more |
We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light |
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again |
Kenny was killed in Kilkenny and Claire she died in Clare |
Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air |
Shannon jumped into the river Shannon back in June |
Ernie fell into the Erne and Tom is in the Toome |
«Cleanliness is godliness,» me Uncle Pat would sing |
He broke his neck a-slippin' on a bar of Irish Spring |
O’Grady he was eighty, 'tho his bride was just a pup |
He died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up (HEY!) |
Now everybody’s died, so until our tears are dried |
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we’ll drink some more |
We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light |
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again |
Mexican hat dance |
Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the Cliffs of Old Dooneen |
He took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen |
Crazy Uncle Mike thought he was a leprechaun |
But in fact he’s just a leper and his arms and legs are gone |
When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin' shame |
He wasn’t really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame |
MacNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit |
But he was just a Scotsman so nobody gave a shit (OCH!) |
Now everybody’s died, so until our tears are dried |
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we’ll drink some more |
We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light |
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again |
Hava Nagila Ole! |
Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar |
The road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his car |
Irony was what befell me Great Grand Uncle Sam |
He choked upon the very last potato in the land |
Connor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms |
Until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms |
And dear old Father Flanagan who left the Lord’s employ |
Drunk on sacramental wine beneath the altar boy (HEY!) |
Now everybody’s died, so until our tears are dried |
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we’ll drink some more |
We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light |
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again |
Someday soon I’ll leave this world of pain and toil and sin |
The Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin |
Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you |
He kills the cast of Riverdance and Michael Flatley too |
Now everybody’s died, so until our tears are dried |
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we’ll drink some more |
We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light |
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again |
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again |
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again |