Browncoat Bar & Grill - Irish Drinking Songs

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FREELANCERTEX

Saturday, March 15, 2008 3:23 AM

lol i dont have much of a response to caffeine :-P just wakes me up a lil, doesnt make me hyper.

aw man PEZ!! i havent had that in so long. love all the little pez dispensers too. had a few star wars ones XD *is a nerd*

bout the twitches: yeah, not eat so much sugar lol XD

VETERAN

Saturday, March 15, 2008 4:15 AM

Tankobite,

I know the tune was used for labor union songs too, but please send out the Civil War lyrics.

FEARTHEMULLET

Saturday, March 15, 2008 8:30 AM

A few songs that always spark my Irish mood.

Quote:
Tim Finnigan
Whiskey in the jar
If I ever leave this world alive
The worst day since yesterday
The Parting Glass
Danny Boy
Mountain Dew
The Moonshiner
May the living be Dead (In our wake)
Drunken Lullabies
Rebels of the Sacred Heart
Shaun Davey

LEOPARDFLAN

Saturday, March 15, 2008 2:11 PM

Cookies are the best breakfast ever! Especially my mom's chocolate chip cookies. And they're even better when eaten in large quantities without permission And then you follow those with a big slice of chocolate cake..... I think I'll end up getting the twitches again, but it's worth it

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98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature.

STINKINGROSE

Saturday, March 15, 2008 4:16 PM

Normally I can sing right along with a large number of Irish/drinking/rowdy/naughty songs.
Something is happening at present which makes me mentally pull up the lyrics and tune to any of a number of songs *except* the one I'm trying to remember.
Bugger.

Pogues: the one about "this is the last time I get married" (Irish punk wedding song!)

I could probably type out the lyrics to "She Moved "Through The Fair", but it's kinda slow...
(does go with S&BJ Day a little towards the end...)

"There Were Roses"
"Rambling Irishman"
Jacobite donation to the discussion: "Come Ye O'er Frae France" (Makes you want to up and march on some place...)

"Peg O'Nell"
"Cockles and Mussels"
"Queen of Argyle"
"An Poc Ar Buille"("The Mad Buckgoat")
"Planxty Irwin"
"Mrs MacDermott's"
"Smash The Windows"
"Darby O'Leary"
"Dance To Your Daddy" (children's song, no booze.)
"Kemp Owyn" (Okay, that one's Welsh...)

I'll stop now and go put on a CD.
And a lovely pot of tea for Gee.

I'm also going to build a basement for the Bar, whip together a Truly Amazing Still with a special interdimensional time alternator, and come up with something absolutely lovely and quite nearly explosive. Be back in a sec!

PIRATECAT

Saturday, March 15, 2008 5:28 PM

Shhh Shh shh, its my turn now, turn the mike back on you dum mick. This onez for my dear sweet little mother who's the greatest sweetest cook I mean momma. Ok here we hey how are ya doing would ya like a litte irish in ya ok ok for my mom " FEELINGS nothing more than feelings FEEElings of luuv. WHoa WHOA who you callen a Duke fan. My mother's no duke fan I get in your ass on dat. Listen here paddy I'll take your little Boston Colledge ass to school. Ahh Brady lost the superbowl whaa . Get your hands off ya homo. Feeelings slam.

"Battle of Serenity, Mal. Besides Zoe here, how many-" "I'm talkin at you! How many men in your platoon came out of their alive".

FREELANCERTEX

Saturday, March 15, 2008 7:37 PM

afternoon drinkers. how's everybody?

TANKOBITE

Saturday, March 15, 2008 8:30 PM

Here you go; there's two versions actually.

Quote:
WHEN SHERMAN MARCHED DOWN TO THE SEA by Samuel Hawkins Marshall Byers Tune: "Old Rosin the Beau"

Our camp-fires shone bright on the mountains
That frowned on the river below,
While we stood by our guns in the morning,
And eagerly watched for the foe;
When a rider came out of the darkness
That hung over mountain and tree,
And shouted: "Boys, up and be ready!
For Sherman will march to the sea!"

Then cheer upon cheer for bold Sherman
Went up from each valley and glen,
And the bugles re-echoed the music
That came from the lips of the men;
For we knew that the stars in our banner
More bright in their splendor would be,
And that blessings from Northland would greet us
While Sherman marched down to the sea.

Then forward, boys! forward to battle!
We marched on our perilous way,
And we stormed the wild hills of Resaca--
God bless those who fell on that day!
Then Kennesaw, dark in its glory,
Frowned down on the flag of the free,
But the East and the West bore our standards
When Sherman marched down to the sea.

Still onward we pressed till our banners
Swept out from Atlanta's grim walls,
And the blood of the patriot dampened
The soil where the traitor flag falls.
We paused not to weep for the fallen,
Who sleep by each river and tree,
But we twined them a wreath of the laurel,
And Sherman marched on to the sea.

Oh, proud was our army that morning,
That stood where the pine darkly towers,
When Sherman said, "Boys, you are weary,
But to-day fair Savannah is ours."
Then sang we a song for our chieftain,
That echoed o'er river and lea,
And the stars in our banner shone brighter
When Sherman marched down to the sea.

and
Lincoln and Liberty Too

Quote:
LINCOLN AND LIBERTY Attributed to Jesse Hutchinson, Jr. (1813-1853) Tune: "Old Rosin the Bow"

Hurrah for the choice of the nation,
Our chieftain so brave and so true,
We'll go for the great reformation,
For Lincoln and Liberty, too!
We'll go for the son of Kentucky,
The hero of Hoosierdom through,
The pride of the "Suckers" so lucky,
For Lincoln and Liberty, too!

They'll find what by felling and mauling,
Our railmaker statesman can do;
For the people are everywhere calling
For Lincoln and Liberty, too.
Then up with the banner so glorious,
The star-spangled red, white, and blue,
We'll fight till our banner's victorious,
For Lincoln and Liberty, too.

Our David's good sling is unerring,
The Slavocrat's giant he slew,
Then shout for the freedom preferring,
For Lincoln and Liberty, too.
We'll go for the son of Kentucky,
The hero of Hoosierdom through,
The pride of the "Suckers" so lucky,
For Lincoln and Liberty, too.

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There's a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There's a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun;
And there's Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.

FREELANCERTEX

Sunday, March 16, 2008 12:25 AM

silly u didn't answer my question with that post :-P

FREELANCERTEX

Sunday, March 16, 2008 1:29 AM

*teleports in*

*looks around at empty bar*

hey...where is everyone?

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