Let's get the DU Saturday night party started right

[HEyHEY]

SIng along and lift your glass....


Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street,
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet,
An' to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way
but for the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day,
he'd a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
round the flure yer trotters shake
Bend an ear to the truth they tell ye,
we had lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

One morning Tim got rather full,
his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and
they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet,
and laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet
and a barrel of porter at his head

His friends assembled at the wake,
and Widow Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake,
then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim, auvreem! O, why did you die?",
"Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the cry,
"O Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
and sent her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage,
t'was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
and a row and a ruction soon began

Mickey Maloney ducked his head
when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed,
the liquor scattered over Tim
Now the spirits new life gave the corpse, my joy!
Tim jumped like a Trojan from the bed
Cryin will ye walup each girl and boy,
t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"

[Maestro]

1. I'm too drunk to read that.

So I will just say, Hell yeah!



and

[HEyHEY]

2. oky doky!

Time for another rye and coke

[greatauntoftriplets]

3. The Parting Glass (not that I'm going anywhere for a bit, except crazy)

Of all the money that e'er I spent
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that ever I did
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

If I had money enough to spend
And leisure to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in the town
That sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
I own she has my heart enthralled
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They'd wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be with you all

[Pale Blue Dot]

4. Hey! Crowded House did that song live!

I'll drink to that! :toast:

[HEyHEY]

5. Here's a Newfie folk song Great Big Sea does well

Oh the night that Patty Murphy died is a night I'll never forget
G G/F# C D
Some of the boys got loaded drunk and they ain't got sober yet
G C D
As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feeling gay
G
Oh Leary came with a bagpipe, some music for to play

G C D
That's how they showed their respect for Patty Murphy
G C D
That's how they showed their honour and their pride
G C D
They said it was a sinner's shame and they winked at one another
G G/F# Em D C D G
And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died

G G/F# Em D C D G (x2)

As Mrs. Murphy sat in the corner, pouring out her grief
Kelly and his gang came tearing down the street
They went into an empty room and a bottle of whisky stole
They put the bottle with the corpse to keep that whisky cold

Chorus
About 2 o'clock in the morning after emptying the jug
Doyle does up the icebox lit the sea for Patty's mug (?)
He stopped the clock to Mrs. Murphy couldn't see the time
And at a quarter after 2 we argued it was 9

[7th_Sephiroth]

6. >hic<

Who controls the British crown?
Who keeps the metric system down?
We do! We do.
Who leaves Atlantis off the maps?
Who keeps the Martians under wraps?
We do! We do.
Who holds back the electric car?
Who makes Steve Guttenberg a star?
We do! We do.
Who robs cave fish of their sight?
Who rigs every Oscar night?
We do! We do.

[HEyHEY]

12. HITLER! He only had one ball!

The other is in the Albert Hall! His brother, the dirty bugger, cut off the other when he was only small!

[achtung_circus]

7. No rum for me, I fear, doctor's orders. But I can still sing

Her eyes they shone like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band.
In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprenticed to trade I was bound
And many an hour's sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town.
Till bad misfortune came o'er me
That caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band.

Well, I was out strolling one evening
Not meaning to go very far
When I met with a pretty young damsel
Who was selling her trade in the bar.
When I watched, she took from a customer
And slipped it right into my hand
Then the Watch came and put me in prison
Bad luck to the black velvet band.

Next morning before judge and jury
For a trial I had to appear
And the judge, he said, "You young fellows...
The case against you is quite clear
And seven long years is your sentence
You're going to Van Dieman's Land
Far away from your friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band."

So come all you jolly young fellows
I'd have you take warning by me
Whenever you're out on the liquor, me lads,
Beware of the pretty colleen.
She'll fill you with whiskey and porter
Until you're not able to stand
And the very next thing that you'll know, me lads,
You're landed in Van Dieman's Land.

[HawkerHurricane]

8. Three Jolly Coachmen

One, two, and three jolly coachmen sat at an English tavern
Three jolly coachmen sat at an English tavern,
And they decided, and they decided, and they decided...
To have another flagon.

Landlord, fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over.
Landlord, fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over.
For tonight we merr-I be,
For tonight we merr-I be,
For tonight we merr-I be,
Tomorrow we'll be sober. (What!)

Here's to the man who drinks dark ale and goes to bed quite mellow!
Here's to the man who drinks dark ale and goes to bed quite mellow!
He lives as he ought to live
He lives as he ought to live
He lives as he ought to live
He'll die a jolly good fellow! (Ha! Ha! Ha!)

Here's to the man who drinks water pure and goes to bed quite sober.
Here's to the man who drinks water pure and goes to bed quite sober.
He falls as the leaves do fall,
He falls as the leaves do fall,
He falls as the leaves do fall,
He'll die before October! (Ho! Ho! Ho!)

Here's to the maid who steals a kiss and runs to tell her mother.
Here's to the maid who steals a kiss and runs to tell her mother.
She's a foolish, foolish thing.
She's a foolish, foolish thing.
She's a foolish, foolish thing.
For she'll not get another. (Pity!)

Here's to the maid who steals a kiss and stays to steal another.
Here's to the maid who steals a kiss and stays to steal another.
She's a boon to all mankind.
She's a boon to all mankind.
She's a boon to all mankind.
For soon she'll be a mother!

[HEyHEY]

9. This here is my favourite ditty

D G D
Verse 1: Oh when I was just a young boy, sure I longed to see the world
A G D
To sail across the sea in ships and see the sails unfurled
G D A
I went to seek my fortune on the far side of the hill
D A7 D
I've wandered far and wide and of travel I've had my fill


D
Chorus: And it's home, boys, home, home I'd like to be
G D E7 A7
Home for a while in the old country,
D G D A
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
G A D
Are all growin' greener in the old country.

Verse 2: Well I left my love behind me and I sailed across the tide,
I said that I'd be back again and take her for my bride.
But many years have passed and gone and I'm still far away,
I know that she's a fond true love and waiting for the day.

Chorus:

Verse 3: Now I've learned there's more to life than to wander and to roam,
Happiness and peace of mind can best be found at home.
For money can't buy happiness and money cannot bind,
So I'm going back tomorrow to the girl I left behind.

Chorus:

[sundog]

10. I need a drink-- today was the longest day in the history of the universe

:beer:

[greatauntoftriplets]

11. The late, great Stan Rogers (also a Canadian).

I used to be a Pharisee,
Cynical and wise, telling rich, ungodly lies of humanity;
And in the marketplace was seated
A cripple with a lyre,
I looked at him and said, "I've been rich, but so unhappy,
What sets you so on fire".
And he said, "Look upon me brother,
I'm a man with peace of mind.
You know I've never been much good at nothin'
But the words I've wrought in rhyme,
But I've a good woman to feed me,
And friends to share a brew,
And evenings we will sit around and sing together
And it could be the same for you, if you just

Hold on to young friends you made of old,
And cleave to the woman that keeps you whole,
Keep a warm fire
For all your friends who come in from the cold.
I love you as a brother
And I don't even know your name.
I know this must sound different,
But for me it's always been the same.

Tonight the smoke is rising from all around the room,
And judging from the warmth of the smell from the kitchen,
There'll be supper ready soon.
And our table's set for twenty,
Room for more if they should come,
And later on we'll pass around the pipe for our pleasure
And sit and take a little rum, and we will

Hold on to young friends we made of old
And cleave to the women that keep us whole,
And keep a warm fire
For all our friends who come in from the cold;
We love them all as brothers
And we don't have to know their names
We know this must sound different,
But for us it always stays the same.

Hold on to young friends…etc.
I used to be so different,
Now I know I'll always stay the same

[Swamp Rat]

13. Le bon temps roule!!!

Jambalaya (On the Bayou)

Goodbye joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have good fun on the bayou

Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo
’cause tonight I’m gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Thibodeaux, fountaineaux, the place is buzzin’
Kinfolk come to see yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo
’cause tonight I’m gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo
’cause tonight I’m gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

:smoke: :toast:

[bubblesby2002]

14. I can't drink right now, but I can sing (well sort of)

As i was going over
The Kork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell
And his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
I said "Stand and deliver
Or the devil he may take you"

I took all of his money
And it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and
I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me
No Never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman
For you know she treat me easy

Mush a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy'o
Whack for my daddy'o, there's
Whisky in the jar, o

Being drunk and weary
I went to Molly's chamber
Taking my Molly with me
And i never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven
In walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols
And i shot him with both barrels

Mush a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy'o
Whack for my daddy'o, there's
Whisky in the jar, o

Now some men like the fishing
And some men like fowling
And some men like to hear
The cannonballs are roaring
Me - I like sleeping
Specially in my Molly's chamber
But here i am in prison,
Here i am with a ball and chain, yeah

Mush a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy'o
Whack for my daddy'o, there's
Whisky in the jar, o

[sasquatch]

15. Going to Brazil

Here we go again, on a 747.
Looking at the clouds from the other side of heaven.
Smoking and drinking,never gonna stop.
Reading magazines, stop me looking at the clock.
Wanna watch the movie, can't keep still.
Flying down to Rio, going to Brazil.

Watching all the roadcrew attacking little girls.
Joined the mile high club, goin round the world.
All the booze is free, airline is going broke.
Wanna watch the movie, can't keep still.
Flying down the Rio, going to Brazil.

Steve, Clem, Hobbsy, John, Crazy Dill& Pappy,
had to fly second class, they ain't to fucking happy.
Elevator music, butter in my ears.
Think were gonna die, just the pilot changing gear.
Wanna watch the movie, can't keep still.
Flying down to Rio, going to Brazil.

:beer::party:

[TrogL]

16. *reels drunkenly*

Away away with the fife and drums
here we come, full of rum
lookin' for women to paddle their bums
in the North Atlantic Squadron

the cabin boy, the cabin boy
the dirty little nipper
filled his ass with broken glass
and circumsized the skipper

...and away, away...

[HEyHEY]

17. You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best

I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left.