1. |
Calling all Celts
01:49
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Instrumental
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2. |
Craic for the Masses
03:07
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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?
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3. |
The O'Maolegain Rake
02:58
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4. |
Johnny 2-Pints
04:56
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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
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5. |
Auld Gallows Road
06:22
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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
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6. |
Anne Bonny
02:20
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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
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7. |
Maggie's Mutineers
05:33
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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.
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8. |
Paddy McLaughlin
05:40
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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
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9. |
Anthem
05:42
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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
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10. |
A Song for Jane McCrae
05:03
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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.
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11. |
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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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12. |
Huntersland Rd.
03:57
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Instumental
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13. |
Last Round
06:05
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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
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O'Maolegain, a "celtified" surname derived from half-hisrorical, half fictitious origins and the term "Rake", used in a historical context, is a term short for "rakehell". A man who was habituated to immoral conduct, wasting his fortune on gambling, drink, women and song. Which defines this project to the letter. ... more
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