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Leinster Songbook
print, sing and be merry.
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I'm sure that the hardback edition will be in stores in time for Christmas
Thanks to Jim for these
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I'm sure that the hardback edition will be in stores in time for Christmas
Thanks to Jim for these
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You forgot..
SNOWBALLED
Crashed out of the market, out on the floor
Washed up on the shore
Bombed out of the City, out of the door
Thrown up against the wall
Put out of the picture, axe about to fall
Walk before you crawl
Dragged down to the bottom, screaming for air
The shark must get his share
You can see it coming, miles and miles away
Women, drink and money are going to make you pay
Snowballed, oh yeah
Snowballed, they've done it again
Snowballed, makin' me pay
Snowballed
Howl of the wolf, snow in his eyes
Waiting to take you by surprise
Eye of the needle, head of the fight
Watch those teeth 'cause they're ready to bite
You can see it coming, miles and miles away
Women, drink and money are going to make you pay
Snowballed, yes you have
Snowballed, I've been fooled again
Snowballed, that's all
Snowballed
Out of my mind
One more time
SNOWBALLED
Crashed out of the market, out on the floor
Washed up on the shore
Bombed out of the City, out of the door
Thrown up against the wall
Put out of the picture, axe about to fall
Walk before you crawl
Dragged down to the bottom, screaming for air
The shark must get his share
You can see it coming, miles and miles away
Women, drink and money are going to make you pay
Snowballed, oh yeah
Snowballed, they've done it again
Snowballed, makin' me pay
Snowballed
Howl of the wolf, snow in his eyes
Waiting to take you by surprise
Eye of the needle, head of the fight
Watch those teeth 'cause they're ready to bite
You can see it coming, miles and miles away
Women, drink and money are going to make you pay
Snowballed, yes you have
Snowballed, I've been fooled again
Snowballed, that's all
Snowballed
Out of my mind
One more time
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how about seven drunken nights:
Lyrics
Seven Drunken Nights
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door, where my old horse should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow, sure I never saw before.
As I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door, where my old coat should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But buttons on a blanket, sure I never saw before.
As I went home on wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe upon the chair, where my old pipe should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
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 tobacco in a tin whistle, sure I never saw before.
As I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed, where my old boots should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns those boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
They're two lovely geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But laces in geranium pots, sure I never saw before.
As I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed, where my old head should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure 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
Lyrics
Seven Drunken Nights
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door, where my old horse should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow, sure I never saw before.
As I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door, where my old coat should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But buttons on a blanket, sure I never saw before.
As I went home on wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe upon the chair, where my old pipe should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
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 tobacco in a tin whistle, sure I never saw before.
As I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed, where my old boots should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns those boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
They're two lovely geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But laces in geranium pots, sure I never saw before.
As I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed, where my old head should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure 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
"its a sunday, if you want to go to church, go there and worship Brian O'Driscoll". - Stuart Barnes 22/1/06
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yes indeed but the better version finishes with this verse
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I lad sneaking out the back, a quarter after three.
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who was that lad sneaking out the back a quarter after three?
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
As drunk as drunk can be
That was just the tax man that the Queen she sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But an Englishman who can last till three I've never seen before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I lad sneaking out the back, a quarter after three.
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who was that lad sneaking out the back a quarter after three?
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
As drunk as drunk can be
That was just the tax man that the Queen she sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But an Englishman who can last till three I've never seen before
rarrr
Anthem for the Swerve
In the style of "Yellow Submarine"..
We all dream of a team of Girv the Swerves, a team of Girv the Swerves.
And number one was Girv the Swerve.
And number two was Girv the Swerve.
And number three was Girv the Swerve.
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And number fifteen was Girv the Swerve.
We all dream of a team of Girv the Swerves, a team of Girv the Swerves.
And number one was Girv the Swerve.
And number two was Girv the Swerve.
And number three was Girv the Swerve.
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And number fifteen was Girv the Swerve.
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Re: Anthem for the Swerve
An excellent concept Breener, but we wouldn't want the lad to go mental with the fame of it all Perhaps we could Regify the tune!breener wrote:In the style of "Yellow Submarine"..
We all dream of a team of Girv the Swerves, a team of Girv the Swerves.
And number one was Girv the Swerve.
And number two was Girv the Swerve.
And number three was Girv the Swerve.
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And number fifteen was Girv the Swerve.
I have Bumbleflex
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rare old mountain dew
with the words changed slightly as per my signature.....and anyone with more time on their hands come up with something for the other 2 verses
Rare Old Mountain Dew
Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way.
But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay.
Come gaugers all from Donegal, from Sligo and Leitrim, too,
Oh. we'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip of the real old Mountain Dew.
CHORUS
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um,diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um,diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh
At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still where the smoke curls up to the sky.
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell there's a poitin still close by.
Oh it fills the air with a perfume rare and betwixt both me and you,
As home we roll, we can drink a bowl, or a bucket of mountain dew.
CHORUS
Now learned men who use the pen, have wrote the praises high
Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green distilled from wheat and rye.
Away with pills, it will cure all ills, of the Pagan, Christian or Jew,
So take off your coat and grease your throat with the real old mountain dew.
Rare Old Mountain Dew
Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way.
But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay.
Come gaugers all from Donegal, from Sligo and Leitrim, too,
Oh. we'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip of the real old Mountain Dew.
CHORUS
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um,diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um,diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh
At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still where the smoke curls up to the sky.
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell there's a poitin still close by.
Oh it fills the air with a perfume rare and betwixt both me and you,
As home we roll, we can drink a bowl, or a bucket of mountain dew.
CHORUS
Now learned men who use the pen, have wrote the praises high
Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green distilled from wheat and rye.
Away with pills, it will cure all ills, of the Pagan, Christian or Jew,
So take off your coat and grease your throat with the real old mountain dew.
rarrr
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Re: Anthem for the Swerve
How come you didn't order a Swerve shirt Breener????breener wrote:In the style of "Yellow Submarine"..
We all dream of a team of Girv the Swerves, a team of Girv the Swerves.
And number one was Girv the Swerve.
And number two was Girv the Swerve.
And number three was Girv the Swerve.
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And number fifteen was Girv the Swerve.
Flash ahhhh ahhh, he'll save every one of us
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Re: Anthem for the Swerve
Just don't forget the stethoscope Flash!Flash Gordon wrote:breener wrote:In the style of "Yellow Submarine"..
We all dream of a team of Girv the Swerves, a team of Girv the Swerves.
And number one was Girv the Swerve.
And number two was Girv the Swerve.
And number three was Girv the Swerve.
...
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And number fifteen was Girv the Swerve.