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Ireland, Oh Ireland
04:40
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Now, Here's to those who were born in the dirt
Swore at the dirt and cursed at the dirt
Ah, Here's to those who rose up from the dirt
Of some long far forgotten land
Here's to those who worked in the sod
Who sweat in the sod who bled from the sod
Ah, Here's to those who died in the sod
Of some long far forgotten land
Ireland , Oh Ireland
My long lost home
My new found friend
Ireland Oh Ireland
A stone skip away across the sea
Ah, please won't you remember me
Now, Here's to those who pulled up their roots
Chewed up their roots, and spat out their roots
AH, Here's to those who ripped out their roots
Of some long far forgotten land
Now, Here's to those who saved all they had
Scraped all they had and gave all they had
Ah, Here's to those who braved all they had
For some long far forgotten land
Now, Here I am with my hands in the dirt
my knees in the dirt, my boots in the dirt
Ah, Here I am with my soul in the dirt
Of some long far forgotten land
Now, Here's to those who remember the past
Cherish the past and worship the past and
Ah, Here's to those who will lift up a glass
To some long far forgotten land
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Drill Ye Tarriers, Drill
05:14
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Every morning, seven o'clock
There's Twenty Irishmen a pounding on a rock
The boss man says, "Shut up, keep still...
Come down heavy on your cast iron drill."
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
Drill, ye tarriers, drill
For it's work all day no sugar in you tay
Down beyond the railway Drill, ye tarriers, drill And blast, and fire.
The big boss man, he down to the ground
Married a lady 'bout six feet 'round
She bakes his bread, she bakes it well
She bakes it harder than the nobs of Hell.
The foreman, name of John McCann
Swear I never met a meaner man
A premature blast went off
And a mile in the air goes big Jim Goff.
The next payday she come around
A dollar light poor Jimmy found
"John, what for?" comes this reply
"You're docked for the hour you was up in the sky."
Tarriers live on work and sweat
There ain't no tarrier, got rich yet
Sleep and work, and work some more
And drill right down to the devil's door."
There I stand me hat in hand
With two trains kissing in the Utah sand
There's no one now, who knows my name
An Irish derby is me claim to fame
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3. |
St. Paddy's Wagon
04:13
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Ah the wheels they shine like silver
And her heart it's solid gold
As she drives St. Paddy's Wagon
For to take the sinner home
Oh Pat O'Shea he was a dray man Brought the beer by horse and cart
But late at night became a wild man Under spell of the brewers art
Now Patrick's wife she was a true one Kept the house and fed the brood
At closing time she'd hitch the wagon And bring her man back home to roost
One winter night with storm a raging The wife she says, "It's just too rough.
I'm staying here beside me fire, After all, Enough's...enough!"
They never found poor Patrick's body, It's like he vanished from this earth
And Paddy's wife she's out there driving On a never ending search
Now who's a saint and who's a sinner and who are we to pick and choose
'Cause we all ride St. Paddy's Wagon when there's nothing left to loose
And down the Pub they tell the story, "So watch the time, and keep your head.
And should you see St. Paddy's Wagon, you've had yer fill, it's time for bed"
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Black Eyed Susan
05:10
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I was hanging with the boys
Looking for some trouble and some noise
We were cruising the Temple Bar
Heard Crazy Celtic music from afar
She was, laced in leather, solid black
She had the whole joint jumping front to back
She played the fiddle in the band
The deepest, darkest eyes in all the land
Black eyed Susan, Black eyed Sue
Wildest flower Erin ever grew
Black eyed Susan she rocked my world
Stole my Irish heart that black eyed girl
Drums were pounding, Bass went boom
Everyone was dancing in the room
She was laughing at the dogs in heat
Stamping on their roses round her feet
Black eyed Susan, Black eyed Sue
Wildest flower Erin ever grew
Black eyed Susan she rocked my world
And Stole my Irish heart that black eyed girl
Was it whisky, was it beer
Or was the devil whispering in my ear
I Knocked the bouncer on his ass
Grabbed that girl and kissed her hard and fast
Black eyed Susan, Black eyed Sue
Wildest flower Erin ever grew
Black eyed Susan she rocked my world
And Stole my Irish heart that black eyed girl
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A Sheep for Mr. Wolff
04:39
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You wonder what I'm thinking as I look upon your face
'Ah Christ, they hired a baby to take the old mans' place'
40 years I worked here, I thought that you should know
With only two days notice, the blackguards let me go
When you sign up with the Shipyard, you sign away your soul
You should have used your head boy, signed up for patrol
You could have been a soldier, it would have been more fun
It's safer chasing bullets, safer facing guns
Listen up I'll tell ya everything I know
You die to go to heaven, You live in hell below
Every word I give ya, is the gospel truth
You're a slave for Mr. Harland, a sheep for Mr. Wolff
I could not save a ha'penny I could not save a crown
Instead I lost three fingers pounding rivets round
I then became a welder, now everywhere I go
I'm seeing pretty angels, the world's a big halo
A mate of mine was working down in the fires of hell
Fitting pipes to boilers and all was going well
When a 4 inch main exploded, it made an awful hiss
And poor old Paddy Clancy, fried just like a fish
I helped to build the grandest ship in 19 hundred twelve
The RMS Titanic, a wonder I beheld
I planned to be a stowaway, misfortune got me found
The dirty lousy luck of it , I wish that I had drown
If you know what's good for you, you'll turn around and run
Take up stealing watches, and pocketbooks for fun
For there's no meaner jailhouse, no sentence half as hard
And there's no tougher prison than the Belfast Shipyards
Listen up I'll tell ya everything I know
There's Angels up in heaven, Yer Boss is down below
Every word I give ya, is the gospel truth
You're a slave for Mr. Harland a sheep for Mr. Wolff
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Ah Dee Oh Da
03:31
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7. |
The Poteen Man
04:47
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I brew just enough for friends and me kin
But the church and the law they tell me it's a sin
I'm going away, farewell Ireland
I'll not lick the boots of the Black and the Tan
New York, New York Ameri-kay
I'll loose my mind if I stay here a day
Nicked an old horse and headed due South
To find a wench and a good Public House
I'm the Poteen Man, I'm the Poteen Man
From County Wicklow to the Carolina sand
I'm the Poteen Man, I'm the Poteen Man
Making my way in a new found land
Set up a trade in East Caroline
To cultivate the Celtic Moonshine
When two bloody rozzers they bashed in me still
I grabbed up me pipes and I run for the hills
Blue mountains above Green valleys below
For sure it's the mirror of my Wick-a-low
Hollers and Rivers and caves for to hide
They'll never catch me on this mountainside
I'm the Poteen Man, I'm the Poteen Man
From County Wicklow to the Carolina sand
I'm the Poteen Man, I'm the Poteen Man
Making my way in a new found land
Now isn't it grand, oh isn't it great
My car she's the envy of this Bloody State
The coppers they call her the Devils Machine
She runs on a mixture of gas and Poteen
Oh Moonshine dear Moonshine oh how I love thee
Ya killed me ol' father but ah now try me
So bless all Moonshiners and bless all Moonshine
Their breath smells as sweet as the due on the vine
I'm the Poteen Man, I'm the Poteen Man
From County Wicklow to the Carolina sand
I'm the Poteen Man, I'm the Poteen Man
Making my way in a new found land
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8. |
Me Father Was a Shepherd
03:39
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Hey up, matey now
Grab the sheets to come around
Hey up, matey now
We're sailing out to sea
Hey up, matey now
Seven leagues to solid ground
Hey up, matey now
A sailor's life for me
Me father was a shepherd - Me mother was a wench
He didn't mind the whiskey - she didn't mind the stench
They couldn't afford a proper house they lived inside the barn
With nanny goats and piglets it was there that I was born
I grew up drinking whisky - I grew up eating stew
Old and greasy mutton, you chew and chew and chew
Soon I was tall enough, to church I went to pray
I lifteded fathers brogans to Dublin ran away
I begged for pennies on the corners down upon the quays
Learned the art of nimble fingers from the runaways
Me hand went down a pocket, Lord it was a shock
A rat, a trap, a finger snap the Cap'n had me got
He grabbed me by the scruffy and he swung me twice around
I flew up with the birdies and their crappy coming down
No one cared to save me from the trouble I was in
I heard the Cap'n yelling, you can either sink or swim
I flapped my arms and kicked my legs and screamed like holy heck
He hauled me from the Liffey and he threw me on the deck
Ya stink just like a piggie and you look just like a goat
Alas it's ten year later and I'm still upon this boat
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The Choir From Hell
04:27
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Well I been in Kearny and I heard the Blarney
In the lonely streets at dawn
If the dirty boys want the dirty whisky
Fer sure, I give 'em what they want
Now the garbage mounds rising from the ground
They can hide more than the view
Say an unkind word to some little turd
You're resting in the bubbling spew
If you kick around in the bars of Jersey
You get kicked around as well
If when you sing with me in the bars of Jersey
Then you're singing with The Choir From Hell
You can watch the docks, going round the clock
And there ain't no college boys there
Men that make their pay in a world of grey
Then spend it all on a beer
A container box got a busted lock
But if'n you help yourself,
You spend eternity in the oily sea
At the bottom of the Arthur Kill
Then it's down the shore and you know what for
Gotta get a little Seaside fun
But the little sister had a twisted mister
Poor baby she was Born to Run
Sure the lights are pretty in Atlantic City
But the shadows hide the pain
Oh the girls at night disappear from sight
Should they break the rules of the game
From her northern hills to the southern pines
To her sprawling shopping malls
Well I chugged her beers and I slopped her whisky
And many a Pub I crawled
So then some sad day should you cross my way
I got many a lie to tell
I'm the wee old man with the devil's hand
I'm Recruiting for the Choir From Hell
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The linen came from Belfast, The finest in the land
And all of the embroidery of course it was by hand
The lovely Celtic symbols Killarney never saw
The pride o' me family, Shirt that No One Wore
Well, me Grampa married Granny 60 years ago
In the best a suit of clothes he had
Borrowed from his brother, the seat baloney skin
Behold a skinny dirty shirty lad
Me Granny felt so bad for him she took a solemn vow
She'd sew the grandest shirt in Ireland
Started saving pennies up and shiny things she found
Her needle fairly flew to beat the band
A vestment pure and wonderful, don't touch... don't even look
Just take your grimy fingers far away
She kept it in the cedar chest beside the holy book
"I thought we'd save it for a Special Day"
For weddings and for funerals it stayed inside the trunk
The Christenings and years went flying by
No occasion met the test no banquet good enough
And if you did suggest it she would cry
I crept up to the attic, the chest I opened wide
The day we put poor Granny in the ground
Certainly the time was neigh to wear the holy cloth
Oh, Jesus, Mary, Joseph what I found
The linen all moth eaten, The thread had turned to sand
And all the embroidery it fell right in me hand
I laughed so hard I wet myself, no one ever saw
The pride o' me family, Shirt that No One Wore
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My Donegal
04:20
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Donegal, Donegal
Your hills so green,so tall
My heart is in the heather, We live and breath together
No, I could never leave ya after all, my Donegal
There's no one left to blame now but myself
I am the last remaining of the twelve
My father and my mother, my sisters and my brothers
I pray they lift a glass up to my health
The children were the first ones here to go
To Boston or the graveyard down the road
The rest were right behind them, there's nothing here to bind them
They'll send me money soon as they take hold.
I've got a good low fire to warm my bones
Honest peat, not your Cardif coal
And if I need some help, well the bible's on the shelf
I'd rather have some whiskey, truth be told
Perhaps I'll take a stroll down to the sea
The bounty of the ocean all for free
Ah it'll be so grand all the fish that I will land
As soon as I can get back on my feet
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12. |
Every Step of the Road
03:27
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My boots they've been to the mountains
My boots they've been to the sea
My boots they walked through the desert
A hard hearted lover is she
I hitched a ride up the North land
To only visit, you know
There's more to lose than your boots, man
Her beauty so deep and so cold
The mud on my boots
It'll never hold roots
And no one remembers my name
To live on the wheel
Sure it has it's appeal
If you don't mind the wind
And you don't mind the rain
I've laughed at thunder and lightning
I've cried with pleasure and pain
I've run from trouble like teardrops
All wash away with the rain
I'll leave no trace of my foot steps
I'll leave your humble abode
My boots belong to this big world
They love each step of the road
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Trip McCool Oak Island, North Carolina
I put on the guitar and sing as if my ancestors were listening; and I truly believe they are so I better not disappoint them. Trip is the part of my soul that never forgot the sacrifices they made. My people rose up from the Irish mud to make a better life for me. I write songs for them, for my people, the immigrants, the poor, the salt of the earth. It's all true, even the lies. ... more
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