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Old 22-08-2012, 10:39 PM   #1
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I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
And now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.

Chorus:
And it's no, nay, never,
No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more.

I went to an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay
Such a custom as yours I could have any day."

Chorus:

I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest."

Chorus:

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they caress me as ofttimes before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.

Chorus:



As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver

Chorus:
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy

(Chorus)

I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

(Chorus)

't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

(Chorus)

Now there's some take delight in the carriages a rolling
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

(Chorus)

If anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenny
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny

(Chorus)

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Old 22-08-2012, 10:51 PM   #2
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While in the merry month of May from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early,
Took a drop of pure to keep me heartfrom sinking;
Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking.
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required,
I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead,
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in,
With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray.
We quitely cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down
the rocky road and all the way to Dublin,
Whack follol de rah !





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Old 22-08-2012, 11:26 PM   #3
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This is THE best drinking song, mainly because it exists to drink to. I cant explain how much I love this song, which is surprising seen as I usually listen to hip-hop. It has an interesting history this song. It is famous because it was sampled by Enigma on 'Return to Innocence' and everyone seems to think it is Native American chanting yet it is actually folk music from Taiwan.

Enigma took it from a CD made by the French Governments cultural exchange program and it became a big tune. Difang and his wife, who also does vocals on the chant were simple farmers and recieved no royalties until they entered a legal battle. They ended up with a little cash which they promptly spent on the children of their village.

Elders Drinking Song


The lyrics go....

Heyyaaahaaaaaahooowaiiiiiiiihaaaayaaaaa
Howaiiiahowaiiiahowawaiiii yeah!....and so on.

And they mean.......nothing, they are just the jubilant cries of some drunken tribal elders that happen to sound fantastic. A world away from your pissed up uncle singing 'It Must Be Love' by Madness at the top of his lungs.
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Old 22-08-2012, 11:30 PM   #4
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The lyrics go....

Heyyaaahaaaaaahooowaiiiiiiiihaaaayaaaaa
Howaiiiahowaiiiahowawaiiii yeah!....and so on.

And they mean.......nothing, they are just the jubilant cries of some drunken tribal elders that happen to sound fantastic. A world away from your pissed up uncle singing 'It Must Be Love' by Madness at the top of his lungs.
If you don't know the words just Heyyaaahaaaaaahooowaiiiiiiiihaaaayaaaaa
Howaiiiahowaiiiahowawaiiii along. The Dubliner's choruses are rather simple to remember to that's the beauty and functionality of it when drunk..

PS can mods sort out my typo in the title, or should it stay like that as drunken joke..for lols.

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Old 23-08-2012, 11:01 PM   #5
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Old 06-09-2012, 08:38 PM   #6
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Can`t beat this one:-


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Old 06-09-2012, 09:19 PM   #7
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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.
I called my wife and I said to her:
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,
Still you cannot see.
That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, 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.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that coat behind the door,
Where my old coat should be?

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool,
Still you cannot see.
That's a woolen blanket that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, 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.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that pipe upon the chair
Where my old pipe should be.

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool,
still you cannot see.
That's a lovely tin-whistle, that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
But tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure, I never saw before.

As I came home on Thursday nigh,
As drunk as drunk could be.
I saw two boots beside the bed,
Where my old boots should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns them boots beside the bed
Where my old boots should be.

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool,
Still you cannot see.
They're two lovely flower pots my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
But laces in flower pots I never saw before.

As I came home on Friday night,
As drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a head upon the bed,
Where my old head should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that head upon the bed,
Where my old head should be.

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool,
Still you cannot see.
That's a baby boy, that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
But a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure, I never saw before.


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Send "I'll Tell Me Ma" Ringtone to your Cell


I'll tell me ma, when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pulled me hair, stolen me comb
But that's alright, till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, can you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin' for her
Knock at the door, they're ringin' the bell
"Hello, my true love are you well?"

Out she comes white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come travelin' through the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own right by and by

When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will
It's Albert Mooney she loves still

I'll tell me ma, when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pulled me hair, stolen me comb
But that's alright till I get home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, can you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin' for her
Knock at the door, they're ringin' the bell
"Hello, me true love are you well?"

Out she comes white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come travellin' through the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own right by and by

When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will
It's Albert Mooney she loves still

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, can you tell me who is she?
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crank it the fuckup
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Old 14-05-2013, 11:33 AM   #12
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The Wurzels "I Am A Cider Drinker (Paloma Blanca)

Combine harvester a bit out dated but the backing singing for the drunk is to constantly hum ooarr ooarr all the way through. Sounds well mad.
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Irish Drinking song ( Kiss My Irish Arse)
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