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Sweet Mary of the Bog
01:27
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When they set the counties free
There'll be time for you and me
And no one to tell us how our love will drown
My sweet Mary of the Bog
As you proudly march along
With your red hair flowing in the summer breeze
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2. |
The Glen Will Rise Again
02:33
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I'm not sure how long it took
Took a page from Brendan's book
And I spent my evening's drinking down the pub
Where the barmaids were my friend
And every now and then
They'd send a shot of Powers with their love
And I remember JFK
In a most uncommon way
For his picture's hanging up above the bar
And to the left of that
There's a painting of St. Pat
And a rosary someone dropped into a jar
(Chorus)
We had thoughts of home
And a flag on the wall
We had fiddle playin' men
We had bold young lads who faced the foe
Saying 'death is not the end'
We had Mickey Dwyer by the alehouse fire
Singin' The Flower of Sweet Strabane
With the air in their lungs
The fathers and sons say
The glen will rise again Oh!
The glen will rise again
I got pissed in the UK
Drank my ten pounds away
And I left the bastards lying on the floor
And when the Prince of Wales himself
Came to drag me to my cell
It took seven men to show me to the door!
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3. |
Katie Bar the Door
03:13
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Katie bar the door
The devil's here again
He's looking for a saviour
He's looking for a friend
And the devil drinks in places
You and I have never been
So Katie bar the door
And never let him in
When I was just a boy
Sheila came without a sound
She said, 'the ship is sunk
And many a soul is drowned'
The Saldanha met the devil
On the banks of Lough Swilly
And he took three hundred British
To the bottom of the sea
(Chorus)
I was eighteen years old
I was down in the hold
Of a prison ship bound for Australia
Many good men are we
In this hulk on the sea
While the ghost of a highwayman sailed her
Has he cursed or damned you?
Or brought you to the well
Of soot and ash and fire
Seven miles below hell
For cursed trips on coffin ships
The smilin' bastards lay
Still countin' out their pennies
To spend another day
(Chorus)
We were set free at last
When the wind hit the mast
And the royal guards drowned in the affray
And our chances were slim
For the devil he don't swim
And the gales don't forgive round Botany Bay
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4. |
The Girls of Tramore
02:44
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In a dive in New York
On 58th Street
Well I thought I saw heaven
Get up from her seat
And I stared at her hard
As she moved through the bar
Now I love you girl
Wherever you are
In a town called Tramore
On the south coast of Eire
At an inn on the strand
There are women so fair
There are seventeen girls
And the innkeeper's wife
And I loved them all
And escaped with my life
(Chorus)
Said I'll love ya
All of my life
If I never see you never no more
Said I'll love ya
All of my life
As I search for the girls of Tramore
We drank and we swam
On the ocean side walk
On a warm sandy beach
Where yer lovers would talk
And the surfin's not bad
Even this far from home
In a Waterford town
Where I came for to roam
And Kilkenny is north
And Cork City is west
But the girls of Tramore
Are the ones I love best
I remember Aislinn
Alanna and Blaine
And how they disappeared
With the cold autumn rain
(Chorus)
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5. |
Sons of Molly/ Catharsis
04:50
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State of grace
I loved your face
What you've done to me
God only knows
You're tall and slim
Twelve or twenty-six ounces of sin
I've had my share
And Christ it shows
(Chorus)
And I've been drinkin' for a long time
Through all the years down all the days
The devil's lips on every shot that I swallow
I guess I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle
These loose lips
Have sunk a thousand ships
Like a ragin' storm
Blowin' through the night
Took you through the years
Through the valley of fears
But I'm on the drink
And now it's time to go
(Chorus)
Above it all now
It's a long way down
Above it all now
It's a long way down
Ask you how you've been
O'er a bottle of gin
As Christy plays
On the radio
You're tall and slim
Twelve or twenty-six ounces of sin
I've had my share
And Christ it shows
(Chorus)
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7. |
Liquordale
02:40
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Tara won't you marry me, carry me, bury me?
Tara won't you marry me and be my bride on Sunday
Mister I will marry you, carry you, and bury you
Had myself a drink or two but I'll be there on Sunday
I'm sure that I was here before, my head was sore, I kicked the door
Face down on the barroom floor, they locked me up til Sunday
Rose in the morn cold and pale, go the boys to post my bail
Another night in Liquordale the death of me on Sunday!
Tara will you marry me, carry me, bury me?
Tara will you marry me and be my bride on Sunday
Mister I agreed to this, when I was drunk and clearly pissed
But marry you ain't on the list so fuck yerself on Sunday!
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8. |
Rebel Road
03:20
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I was born in the year of the monkey
A wandering soul meant forever to roam
And I like spending time with the drunks and the junkies
That hang around here while the rest have gone home
I've cursed all the nations and drunk with relations
I can count all my heroes on one hand or two
Like me they were born and they lived and they died here
And you never forget them when their life is through
(Chorus)
And we all battle hard and we run for the roses
And we leave this life with broken hearts and broken noses
And it's sad for me to think I'm all alone
So I'll see you soon on the old rebel road
Here's to Ohio, the deltas, the bayous
And let's not forget about old Boston town
New York is cold and the weather is shitty
But Finn takes me home with the Rose and the Crown
(Chorus)
I'm going home, boys home
To the girl I love who's waiting all alone
I'm going home, boys home
For this trip has nearly killed me and no more I'll fuckin' roam! That's right!
Favoured by the Gods in the backrooms and locals
I've gambled on the odds with the bookies I knew
This road's filled with winners, the saints and the sinners
And when I've lost it all I'll be back home with you
(Chorus)
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9. |
The Little Beggarman
03:03
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Savannah you've been like a lover to me
When I left you in March in the cool ocean breeze
Your azaleas, palms, and your moss draped trees
Pleaded with me not to go
For a boy from the North whose blood has run cold
I found warmth in the arms of your city of old
And I flirted with you as the old whiskey flowed
And like that you were gone in the morning
(Chorus)
All night you entertained me
Like a showgirl in Vegas, or the stars out at sea
Jewel of the south, wild and free
Savannah you've been good to me
Got a River Street high as I set foot upon it
Convinced that old Sherman knew a good thing when he saw it
Past the taverns on the bay that the sailors once haunted
And died while calling for rum!
Drunk in the twilight of Lafayette Square
Sippin' stout from a bottle as I wait for you there
And I dreamt of libations and a rose in your hair
As I whistled 'The Brass Mounted Army'
(Chorus)
There's a storm from the Caribbean blowin' in from the north
And the rain falls in sheets on our low country hosts
And the pews of St. John's are haunted by ghosts
How 'bout one more drink for the road?
So tell Billy Bones that I'm down at the bar
Drinkin' Myers and smokin' a Toro cigar
Oh and here's to you Johnny wherever you are
And 'The Days of Wine and Roses'
(Chorus)
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11. |
Plastic Paddy
03:28
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It was August, ten pints and a Powers
In the depths of a binge movin' on to whiskey sours
And it's been three days since I shaved or I showered
I'm a tortured rebel poet, I'm the man of the hour
Then she showed me, her patriotic colours
She said 'I come from Galway with my sisters and my brothers
She inquired 'are you Irish or any of the others?'
Just my cousin twice removed a relation of my mother's
(Chorus)
Gettin' pissky, down at McConnell's
Drinkin' whiskey and pina coladas
Now I'm starin' at all the empty bottles
Plastic Paddy is my name and slainte is my motto
Then I told her, up the republic
She said 'now me boy, you know nothing of the subject'
'You're a long way from Belfast and the troubles in our country/
Then she bashed me in the head, stood up and things were gettin' ugly
(Chorus)
I said Dolores, if it'll make you happy
I'll sing the Jug o' Punch and the songs the Clancy's taught me
And when you go back to Ireland you can tell your whole damn family
That you met a real drunken unrepentant plastic paddy!
(Chorus)
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