Leinster Songbook

Post by **limecat** » March 29th, 2006, 1:32 pm

print, sing and be merry.

http://www.leinsterfans.com/toulouse/Le ... Lyrics.pdf 37KB

http://www.leinsterfans.com/toulouse/Le ... -Cover.pdf 730KB

I'm sure that the hardback edition will be in stores in time for Christmas

Thanks to Jim for these

thecoolfreak · Post by **thecoolfreak** » March 29th, 2006, 1:36 pm

That is fockin brilliant

Crash · Post by **Crash** » March 29th, 2006, 2:01 pm

No Boomtown Rats!

upfront_1979 · Post by **upfront_1979** » March 29th, 2006, 2:16 pm

legend!

RobbieRockBoy · Post by **RobbieRockBoy** » March 29th, 2006, 4:46 pm

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

Donny B. · Post by **Donny B.** » March 29th, 2006, 5:41 pm

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Leinster til i die · Post by **Leinster til i die** » March 29th, 2006, 9:36 pm

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

go_on_the_poni · Post by **go_on_the_poni** » March 30th, 2006, 8:37 am

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

breener · Post by **breener** » March 30th, 2006, 2:18 pm

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.
...
...
And number fifteen was Girv the Swerve.

Malahide Mullet · Post by **Malahide Mullet** » March 30th, 2006, 4:17 pm

Get your own forum Breener

Duff Paddy · Post by **Duff Paddy** » March 30th, 2006, 4:19 pm

Leinster songs:

I want to know what love is by Foreigner
Don't you forget about me by Simple Minds
Anything from Top Gun
Anything by Nik Kershaw
Freefallin' by Tom Petty

oh, and the occassional Molly Malone.

Malahide Mullet · Post by **Malahide Mullet** » March 30th, 2006, 4:20 pm

You never close your eyes anymore

Dave Cahill · Post by **Dave Cahill** » March 30th, 2006, 4:20 pm

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.
...
...
And number fifteen was Girv 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!

go_on_the_poni · Post by **go_on_the_poni** » March 30th, 2006, 4:30 pm

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.

dub blue · Post by **dub blue** » March 30th, 2006, 5:12 pm

to the tune of 'vieira, oh way oh'...

neil back stole the ball
munster won f*ck all
leinster, oh way oh....

bluesky · Post by **bluesky** » March 30th, 2006, 9:28 pm

dub blue wrote:to the tune of 'vieira, oh way oh'...

neil back stole the ball
munster won f*ck all
leinster, oh way oh....

That's a little cruel, if they did that to us we would be throwing all the toys out of the pram!

Flash Gordon · Post by **Flash Gordon** » March 30th, 2006, 10:18 pm

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.
...
...
And number fifteen was Girv the Swerve.

How come you didn't order a Swerve shirt Breener????

apple sourz · Post by **apple sourz** » March 30th, 2006, 10:21 pm

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.
...
...
And number fifteen was Girv the Swerve.

Just don't forget the stethoscope Flash!

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