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Who do ye play for, get fucked Definition: If you didn't come here to enjoy yourself, why expect others to do it for you?

Here's a little story about Johnny two pints Just 32 ounces and he's done for the night Johnny two pints, such a laughable sod He can always be found walking 'round in a fog You know Johnny two pints he's a hell of a guy Quick with a handshake and to flash you a smile He'll cling to a bar stool and tell you a joke Or toast to your health and slur as he spoke One pint for Ireland and one pint for me Two pints is all it takes to be drunk as can be He's Johnny two pints but what's in a name It don't take him much to put drinking to shame When Johnny's on the lash he starts to feel lonely He thinks to himself I could use me some company So he picks out a lass and confess he is smitten Unable to focus as the drink blurs his vision Johnny two pints has a way with the ladies He hits on millennials with cheap lines from the '80s If you party with me last I'd be so delighted Cuz there's a party in me kilt and you are invited Now when Johnny gets drunk sure you know it means trouble Any more than 2 pints and he starts seeing double When it comes down to fighting sure there aint no riddle When he feels outnumbered he aims for the middle One night at the pub Johnny called out for more Instead of two pints he'd have three or four Washed his face in the shitter and pissed in the sink It's quite plain to see Johnny can't hold his drink

In the winter of eighteen hundred and five, two recently immigrated Irishmen left their surrogate homes in Massachusetts bound for Connecticut...... they never made it. They set out from Boston on a cold winter's morn New Haven was in their sites So far from Erin the place they were born Two ladies so full of life And the road It surely did rise The highway would welcome this unwanted team When lives of men can be sold For face down in Springfield by the banks of a stream A Lyon's young body lies cold And the facts Get riddled with lies When you seek With pre-judging eyes No thought of the cost their lives might be lost Or story need ever be told Take my advice you'd better think twice Before you go down The Auld Gallows Road The posse was called up a manhunt begun To search along the highway The only proof needed is In God we trust And faith in the mouths of babes When nothing Is within a name And you Will be the one who takes blame They set up for trial with unbiased jury Who laugh at an innocent plea Pope loving Paddys that cling to a rosary Was all the evidence they need Townsfolk would gather ten thousand or more To watch them swing from a rope Oppression they fled from upon their own shore Was found on The Auld Gallows Road No thought of the cost their lives might be lost Or story need ever be told Take my advice you'd better think twice And don't go down The Auld Gallows Road We may forgive but we will never forget When you speak their names in a sentence of death May they remain no matter how long or old And to hell with your Auld Gallows Road

Have you heard of Anne Bonny Cut throat lass upon the sea Have you heard of Anne Bonny Banshee on the briney deep Anne was a girl who was quick to anger Ye dare not test her Irish temper She was a lass of only thirteen When she stabbed a maid and cut her cleanly Have you heard of Anne Bonny Banshee on the briney deep Anne would we'd a lowly sailor And for that her da disowned her She spent her days in pirate taverns There she met a seadog Rachtman Have you heard of Anne Bonny Banshee of the briney deep They stole a ship and never looked back Cause she loved the waves and her Calico Jack With cutlass keen and cannon thunder Anne Bonny would pillage and plunder Now you've heard of Anne Bonny Cut throat lass upon the sea Now you've heard of Anne Bonny Banshee on the briney deep

Perhaps you hadn't heard Cuz it don't pertain to you True enough what's your concern Of a fair weather feline crew But should ye go to sea With a load of hungry cats Watch your arse or walk the plank With a knife stuck in your back It makes me so seasick When I think how I trusted you I can't wrap my head around it With all the fucked up things you do There's two faces to be sure Where you had once been friendly But with a friendship like yours What the fuck use is an enemy I had built the ship you never could So you took what was mine like a bitch pirate would It must be such a burden Just thinking for yourselves Top put such little work in Just to name a ship something else The sagas can be bold When the truth is overlooked So don't believe what you been told I didn't jump cause I was pushed Stand unholy ground hoist a black flag Rally round the banner of an old sea hag The whiskey the beers All the wasted years Blaggards tell a sweeter tale Of Maggie's Mutineers The lies the jeers The bullshit in me ears Run a rig the bloody score Of Maggie's Mutineers When the length of your arm Is how your friendship is measured And the value of your art Weighs in as plundered treasure I suppose you think you're clever Claiming vision, not your own. Had it not been for my effort, You'd be playing with yourself at home Load a blunderbuss take up your sword It's time for you to throw the captain overboard Make the captain walk the plank Send me off without a thanks Concerns me not if you should choke On bitter seeds that you have sown Tell me what did you co-find Besides a crew you could shanghi There's no quarter to behold A grand a piece a friend was sold All should see through your disguise A poxy toerag telling lies I'm so glad I built a ship So you could kick me off of it Not enough for your ego So you gave me the old heave-ho Let's cut the bullshit pleasantries And get on with this fucking mutiny The whiskey the beers Alliances unclear Blaggards tell a sweeter tale Of Maggie's Mutineers The lies the jeers Allegiance disappears Run a rig the bloody score Of Maggie's Mutineers So I'll wish you all good luck And hope for you the best But I'm not the type who'll soon forget And I forgive shit even less. For there are small ships and thwre re tall The ships that sail the sea But the best ships are friendships Which we can no longer be. Now get the fuck off my ship.

It was the pride of America's highway It would endure and that was for sure Floating down the New York byway It was a line boat out for a tour It could hold six tons of old shotguns Seven tons of cotton so pure An eight-ton crate of building freight And nine tons of bourbon liqueur When you see us passing through your home town Give us a wave as you watch us go At the bridge better keep your head down. Or be thrown to the water below It could hold six tons of old shotguns Seven tons of cotton so pure An eight-ton crate of building freight And nine tons of bourbon liqueur There's a packet boat slowly approaching Show some class and allow it to pass Board the mule and hitch up the gelding And now you'll be hauling some ass It could hold six tons of old shotguns Seven tons of cotton so pure An eight-ton crate of building freight And nine tons of bourbon liqueur Traveled every inch of water on Erie From Buffalo to Lock 19 From there she would not terry Alba harbor on to NYC It could hold six tons of old shotguns Seven tons of cotton so pure An eight-ton crate of building freight And nine tons of bourbon liqueur Hop on board of the Patty McLaughlin Patty McLaughlin upon the old canal You can ride on the Patty McLaughlin On to the next locale

All too long we have waited for Hidden truth behind the door It's time to stand up for what's right Roll up your sleeves and join the fight We will stand and we won't fall Gonna rise above it all We'll be the first ones in the ring Cause we won't fall for anything And this is our anthem We have had it up to here Won't give in to doubt and fear Won't let shit get in our way Let it be known we're here to stay Gonna practice what we preach This resolve you can't defeat Not gonna fall for false pretense This is your life swing for the fence So busy lying to each other Instead of standing with your brother So sick and tired of the same old shit I'm done with it We will fight and we won't lose Unsubjected to your views Gonna raise our voices loud Cause we're not just sheep in the crowd Won't be locked up in your cage Time to break out, time to rage We'll be the ones to make the call Cause we won't settle for fuck all And this is our anthem And this is our anthem now When the gobshites come for you There is nothing left to do But choose to die upon your feet Or live your life down on your knees Come prepared and don't pretend It's your right you should defend There is no one wearing a crown We're not the type to be held down And this is our anthem All too long we've waited for Hidden truth behind the door It's time to stand up for what's right Roll up your sleeves and join the fight We will stand and we won't fall Gonna rise above it all We'll be the first ones in the ring Cause we won't fall for anything So raise your voice and ring the rafters It's time to curse out all these bastards Try as they might you know we just won't break Had all we can take This is our anthem This is our anthem This is our anthem This is our anthem

This is a song for the bonnie Jane McCrae A tale about a young lass, that time has taken away History tries to tell us, what her story cannot say So listen as I sing this song for Jane. Born in Jersey, to her father, Reverend James She went north to New York, when her mother passed away Up the hearty Hudson, near Saratoga she would stay And to a redcoat, she gave her heart away. In the autumn of the year, the trees were set alight With colors of the season, yellow-gold and crimson bright The days were warm and balmy, with cold and frosty nights The fort upon the Hudson, would become a fateful site. Her finance was a loyalist, to Quebec he'd taken flight To be among the British, and press royal might The army of Burgoyne, Ticonderoga well in sight Her lover set sent for Jane to reunite. Jane had reached Fort Edward, the war had come as well An ambush in the thicket, the fort an empty shell. Many lives were lost that day, a bloody tale to tell When the Panther, had come escorting hell. Jane was taken captive, as the woesome village fell A musket rang out in the din, and sounded her death knell No differences were put aside, or quarrels did it quell So was the fate of this poor young bonnie belle. So simple points the finger, at savages we blame While doubt surrounds the corpses, past cemetery gates. Revolution gained momentum, at outrage to your fate Liberty was the cost that her life paid No evidence to speak the truth, no scalp supports the claim No tomb to hold the bonnie lass, few bones inside her grave. A musket shot her bridal march, a dirge her wedding day In memory, a song for Jane McCrae.

The day was fair with promise as I sailed from sullen shore I bade farewell with all intent to see my love once more The open sea is calling me her voice inside my head I boldly left to answer her my destiny beset My soul would not be satisfied with feet upon the ground My heart perhaps beguiled by her gentle siren sound The gown she wears upon her a handsome bluish green Casting a bewitching spell on the sailor's heart in me And the sea will carry me on Like an old familiar song I will ever rue the day I made plans to go away To a place I thought I'd belong The wind speaks the seas disdain salt spray lashes skin Rigging all in tatters as waves condemn my sin The open sea is beating me the sails turn to shreds As I look back from where I came a heart full of regret The mizzen mast in splinters the hull is split in two Her icy grip in contrast to warmer thoughts of you No approaching mercy or quarter to be found As I prepare a final stand far from solid ground And the sea will carry me on Like an old familiar song I shall ever rue the day I set sail and left the quae Now everything I pined for is lost Your presence here unwelcome your fate uncertainty Foolish pride of wanderers dissolves when washed in me Your heart is none of my concern your carelessness a crime You're being here a flash of light and I am old as time Your naive search for vanity has led you to your fate Hope you cling to dearly in my bed shall find a grave You may test me all you like I'll never set you free You've courted the wrong mistress I am the mighty sea And the sea will carry you on Like an old familiar song You shall ever rue the day You hoisted sail and came my way When all your desires are wrong As I lose grip upon the wreck that once had been my home I dreamt of darling Kathleen and sank unlike a stone Last breath spoke true love's name forever shall it be The jealous sea has claimed the life of the sailor's heart in me And the sea will carry me on Like an old familiar song I shall ever rue the day your kiss pleaded me to stay Now everything I once loved is gone

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Help me to the bar And hand me a glass Take your time to pour For I fear it's my last A drink firm in hand Surrounded by cheers But before I go One more round of beer Pass me the last round I'm ready to go I'll miss you much more Than you'll ever know My time here is brief But before I rise One more round with you It's your turn to buy So hand me my last round Before I leave Slide me some coin me boy and give a cheer Let's have another beer And shed no tear So glad you could come No tears should you cry Instead raise a pint As we say goodbye Let's drink to the past Of love and good cheer To family and friends And all we hold dear And to every lass The fondest adeiu You'll never miss me As much I will you As I reach the end And empty my cup If you'll buy this round I'll fill it back up So pass me the last round Before I go Play me a tune for soon I'm leaving you Let's drink to joyful sounds with my last round I look 'round the room See faces so dear Brings me so much joy Seeing all of you here It's time for last call We drank the pub dry You're a Johnny 2-pint I'm not gonna lie When I'm in me grave All covered in grass Make sure I'm face down Tell the world kiss my ass My time here is done But before I go Pour me one last round One more for the road So pour out my last round When I am gone Raise your voice strong in song and Sing along And fertilize the ground With my last round So pass me the last round Before I go Play me a tune for soon I'm leaving you Let's drink to joyful sounds with my last round