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the rumjacks - an irish pub song
There's a county map to go on the wall,
A hurling stick & a shinty ball,
The bric, the brac, the craic & all,
Lets call it an Irish pub,
Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap,
The Guinness pie & that cabbage crap,
The ideal wannabee Paddy trap,
We'll call it an Irish pub,
Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I swear upon the holy book,
The only 'craic' you'll get is a slap in the ear,
Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I'll up & burst yer filthy mug,
If you draw one more shamrock in me beer!
We'll raise the price o' beer a dollar,
We'll make em wear a shirt & collar,
We'll fly a bloody tri-colour,
And call it an Irish pub,
Jager bombs & double shots,
The underagers think its tops,
We'll spike the drinks & pay the cops,
We got us an Irish pub.
The quick one in the filthy bog,
The partin' glass across the lug,
O' the lady-O, the dirty dog,
We got us an Irish pub,
It's over to me and over to you,
We'll skip along the Avenue,
And who t'hell is Ronnie Drew?
We got us an Irish pub.
Plasma screens & neon lights,
Kara-farkin-oke nights,
The bouncers they can pick the fights,
We'll call it an Irish pub,
Plastic cups, a polished floor,
We'll hose the blood right out the door,
And let the knucklers back for more,
We got us an Irish pub,
Oh top o' the mornin', Garryowen,
Kiss me I'm Irish, Molly Malone,
Failte, Slainte, Pog ma thon,
We got us an Irish pub,
Spike the punch & strip the willow,
Strike me up the rakes o' Mallow,
The Liffey never ran so shallow,
We got us an Irish pub.
the rumjacks - bar the door casey
Bar the door Casey, don?t let me in
My shade?ll not cross your dear threshold again
Bar the door Casey, mind the way well
And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell
We?ve fought scores of sailors for the suds frae a keg
O?er the draw of a card, or a rare glimpse of leg
We?ve graced Kuta?s beaches with our pallid white skin
Now Casey old mate, my barge has come in
We?ve stormed foreign strands & taken our knocks
Held fast to our picket & lay siege to the docks
We?ve mourned pals & lovers too long fore their time
Now Casey old China, the parting is mine
I?ve penned a few lines to my missus of years
If ye find where she?s staying, don?t wait for the tears
And I?ve left a wee sum for to see me away
And a pint to fond memory at the close of the day
the rumjacks - big man down
They in their black battalion go
Fit to weep, dressed to kill, to the chapel on the hill
Through the wind and the blistering snow
Unafraid, undisguised, to put pennies in his eyes
The twist of a grin, the whiskers on his chin,
Hide the teeth of a giant, broken, yellow and defiant,
His bones lay crossed, he'll no be back,
He arrived in screaming pink, now he'll leave in silent black.
Cheer up ye lousy cadgers, I'll no be missed,
I've given ye all the day off work & leave to hit the piss,
So tart me up in finery & put me to the flame,
Don't plant me in the ground tho' for fear I'll grow again!
I know each & every line on your chiselled ugly faces,
Every red & bloated inch from noses down to laces,
Your nervous ticks, your treats & tricks, your secrets & your lies,
Oh if you could only see yourself through these old hollow eyes,
You'd surely die!
Oh its farewell for now my lovelies,
Goodbye to your taunts & your charms,
To stout hearted fellows with tunes for the burning,
To waltzing in sweet Lassies arms,
I'm off on the blood red rattler,
With these villainous slappers & clowns,
With the coughing, the wheezing , the farting & sneezing,
Malevolent ghosts & their hounds.
As a choking cloud he rose,
To suffocate the lamp, the air was growing damp,
Oily black the river flowed,
The plough-beasts went blind, fruit hung rotten on the vine,
The holy ones prepare a sacrificial virgin,
The need for sinners to repent was ne'er before so urgent,
The tired & lame are goners, strong men have soiled their breeks,
All the roads are cut & its been pissing down for weeks!
the rumjacks - home
Take me please I beg you, across the emerald sea
I'm nearly dead from waiting for your hand to reach for me
The day is near upon us, turning a bluish-grey
The air is getting warmer & it's time we hauled away
Turn for home, will ye go lassie go?
We've done all we can
so let's sail away from the things of man now, go
Time is near upon us, I long to see the day
When all is put to balance and the evil cast away
Do you hear me trying to reach you
with every breath I take?
I call you down from the mountain top
will ya cometo break me
Come to take me... Home
Oh take me please I beg you, across that crimson lake
The blood of ancient heroes foaming in our wake
The broken savage coast ahead will recognise her own
Rocks will march into the sea & guard our passage home
the rumjacks - mcalpines fusiliers
As down the glen came McAlpines men with their shovels slung behind them
'Twas in the pub that they drank the sub
And up in the spike you'll find them
They sweated blood and they washed down mud with pints and quarts of beer
And now we're on the road again with McAlpine's Fusiliers
I stripped to the skin with Darkie Flynn way down upon the Isle of Grain
Wi' that horsed Face O'Toole, sure we knew the rule
No money if you stopped for rain
McAlpine's God was a well filled hod
Your shoulders cut to bits and seared
And woe to he who looked for tea with McAlpine's Fusiliers
I remember the day that Bear O'Shea fell into a concrete stairs
What Horse Face said when he saw him dead
It wasn't what the rich called prayers
I'm a navvy short was the one retort that reached unto my ears
When the going's rough, sure you must be tough with McAlpine's Fusiliers
I've worked 'til the sweat nearly had me bet
With Russian, Czech and Pole
On shuddering jams up the hydro dams or underneath the Thames in a hole
I've grabbed it hard and I've got me cards
And many a ganger's fist across me ears
If you pride your life don't join by Christ, with McAlpine's Fusiliers
the rumjacks - me old ball & chain
Right! Hand me down that bottle of tequila from the shelf,
I?ll have a beer to follow & all, here take one for yerself,
I?ve been off the piss for ten long years & I?ve a bloody thirst,
And I won?t be leavin? here until you carry me feet first,
?Til I?ve tripped over the speakers & I?ve fallen through the band,
And told the chubby bouncer ?geeza shout if ye need a hand!?
I?m screamin o?er the bar & I?m spittin? in yer ear,
And signin? wi? my hands for ya to geez another beer.
Me old ball & chain is in a shallow grave,
So hit me, ONE, TWO, - ONE TWO THREE FOUR!
I don?t have to suffer anymore.
?Til I?ve kicked shit out yer jukebox & broken all yer darts,
& talked the friggin ears off my reflection in the glass,
I?ve spewed all down the front o? me & pissed all down me leg,
And I?m propped up in the corner like a fuckin? rusty keg.
?Til I?m snorin? like a chainsaw & I?m layin there catchin? flies,
And you ye cheeky bugger pops two pennies in me eyes,
?God love ye and protect ye, get yer knees up Missus Brown,
She?s topped her flamin? hubby & she?s torn up half the town!?
the rumjacks - my time again
My Daddy he were just a boy when he walked outta school
His Mammy said there?d soon be one more hungry mouth to fill
He said ?the learnin? and the schoolin? wurnae bad for them that could
Tho? I can read and write my bloody name and sign it where I should
And he said
If I had my time again, I know I?d be a learned man
An artisan in high demand, a Doctor or a Teacher
As sure as guns are made of iron, I were born a working man
I?d live & die right where I stand if I?d my time again
He went wide eyed down tae Johnny Brown, he were a big lad for his years
And there he worked so long if he ever cried there?d be iron ore in his tears
He?d tumble in of a Friday night a Haddie for yer tea,
And he?d sing to me their dirty songs & diddle me on his knee
And he?d sing
If I had my time again, I know I?d be a rovin? man
I?d rove away to far Japan to court the Emperors daughter
With his mates he?d belt the plates on fleets of shining awe
To carry all the well-to-do to golden foreign shores,
They all coughed themselves to an early grave half filled with bloody rain,
As the people sang ?The Long Black Limousine?
We all sing
If I had my time again, I know I?d be a fightin? man
In far Malay or Vietnam, tho? I am more a lover
the rumjacks - one summers day
They married in the civic hall, avoiding all the rigmarole
A prick of a man we liked to call 'cock-a-doodled-andy'
Drank a pint o' 'truth-be-told', called the bride a filthy moll
There the party lost control & rioted 'til sunday
Toward the quay they went, spewed all o'er the pavement
Torched the halls o' parliament & smashed up all the stores
The crusty invalids, the men, the women, the rusty lids
All played a game o' busty-heads & settled up old scores
Our fathers never taught us nowt can fall into a fist
Our mothers never told us there'd be days like this!
Now we're screamin' at the coppers with a belly full o piss
What a helluva way to celebrate yer day
Oh I love you so, I hope I get to let you know
before they lock my silly arse away
Oh I love you so, don't forget to write me tho'
& I'll return to you one summers day
"No bottles! No blades allowed"
shouted father hugh macleod
Who kissed his beads, blessed the crowd
& rolled upboth his sleeves
Soon I found me on the toes o' blackie anderson
Who promised he would put me on me arse
before he leaves
He gouged an eye, he took an ear
to match the one he took the year
I took away his mary dear & made her all me own
The right, the left, the hook, he played the fox
I played the chook
And I carved him like a turkey to the bone
Sticks, stones, broken bones
bleedin' hearts & broken homes
All screamin' for the preacher wi' his holy wine & wafer
Still the pipes o' war howled away & way
before thedust had even settled
We were in the mornin' paper
By the merc'n'tile the mob were near collapse
When casey barred the door
& kicked the head off all the taps
And we pissed away the pain of all the punches
and the slaps
'Til the wallopers came to sweep us off the bay
the rumjacks - roll away alone
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,
Come pull up a stump with an angry young man,
I'll talk a lot o' pish until I can barely stand,
And I'll roll away alone, all alone.
[Chorus]
Oh I'll roll away, live to fight another day,
Oh I'll roll away & I'll roll away alone,
Oh I'll roll away, live to fight another day,
Oh, and I'll roll away alone,
I'm as sober as a Preacher with a pocket load o' pennies,
And I couldnae get ma hole in a barrel load o' fannies,
The band is soundin' shite & all the pricks are out tonight,
So I'll roll away alone, all alone,
No more will I roam gie'in pony rides tae lassies,
The cheeky little upstarts wi' bony little arses,
They can lead their merry dance, I'll keep me pecker in me pants,
And I'll roll away alone, all alone.
the rumjacks - sober godless
I'd sing for you a song if I could carry a tune
Or even put two words together for a start
But I'm all at odds y'see, half the bloke I used to be
A tin man without his famous heart
I once sported language that could strip the walls o' paint
And draw colour to the cheeks o' toughened crooks
I'd argue with the scholars
'til their words caught in their collars
And they scurried home to burn their precious books
Until I ran into a shadow & chased her down the alley
Where she had her way with me against a wall
Laid me with a curse that left me sober & godless
Saved my life and took away my soul
I'd bend a ball around defenders, outrun the money lenders
And played pool like I were fightin bloody war
And if they fancied me at darts a trail o' broken hearts
Coulda led to me through any boozer door
One hand would carry tiles, lay concrete pipe for miles
While the other one was back fillin the trench
I could dead-lift a barrel, flog the arse aff 'bump
Er farrell'
All before this evil stole away my strength
I'd struggle; oh I'm sure if I only had a conscience
'Round hogmanay or march seventeen
Surely it's a sin to be sober & godles
When half the bloody world is wearin' green
I'd sing a song of old, draw tears from a statue
And I wasnae one to spare the beast the rod
Tho' I still feared the mystic powers of smoke
& strong whisky
To lay me low before an angry God
I'm like a ship without an anchor, no tenderness nor rancour
Doomed never to see heaven nor a hell
A ragged empty coat blowin' round these mortal streets
Until I find a way to lift this spell
No love, no hate, no substance, no weight
A jilted lover in an arsehole of a state!
the rumjacks - spit in the street
Oh I lie awake, I?m fit to break
And my head won?t leave me alone
I?ve to make my way through one more day
Strippin? knuckle to the glistenin? bone
Oh it?s a shit-fight!hell-right down to the Boulevarde
Crackles in the blisterin? heat
Where all the women they dress like high priced hookers
And the men all spit in the street
Oh I set out this mornin? in steel capped shoes
I paid a hard earned dollar for all the bad news
All to sell my soul to these ignorant mongrels
They can?t stop me thinkin? of you
Oh, I shove aside the human tide
And I struggle just to keep control
Through the lines o cabs, the angry stabs
Of the traffic all split my skull
Where the railway cops lay into the drunks
And the people never seem to see
And all the posh kids roll to the soul-less drivel
Of a pissy little MP3
I?ve been wearin? my dreams like tattered old jeans
All beer soaked & bloodied, the arse showin? through
And if I come home tonight without a knife in the neck
Whats left of me belongs to you
Follow me & we can drown together in a smoky little room
Help carry me by the light of the angry moon
A pocketful o? nails, the screechin? rails
Air thick enough to make ya choke
Five days o? grief for two relief
It doesn?t ever seem enough, I know
I need my white-hot fix o? my teenage kicks
I gotta get back to me
Among the boys o? Hades and the painted Ladies
Of this city?s where I?ve got to be
the rumjacks - the black matilda
By the windy shores o Canada bay I broke my fast for Lucia's day
A beguiling figure she blew my way and rattled me rovin' heart
The snipers crack, the metronome of pricy heels on polished stone
That I were soon to call my own by way o' the ancient art
I were cozened by a whiff-o-the-whim that scours the Costa harryin'
The likes o' men who've lost the lamp, the rudderless and bewildered
The sands below are littered wi' bones o' those who've taken a belly o' stones
And turned their backs on wives and homes to follow the black Matilda
Ho-ro m'lovelies cross yer hearts & hope to die
If e'er ye're drawn beneath a murky fathom of her eye
Ho-ro my lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye
Ye'll never again be able to lift yer head so bloody high
For even the boys of Inverary know, from Tortuga to Jericho
She took three hundred souls below off the deck o' the Andalusia
The poets and the Sages tried to warn us down the ages
Their blood drips from the pages where they tell o' the Black Matilda
She pursed her lips & spun a tune as fine as any silk cocoon
That's ever left McEacherns loom & held me there in a tawper
A bastard I was born y'ken? I lived as tho' I'd never end
I'll die a disenchanted man, they'll bury me as a pauper
For men have drowned & men have swung, the brig at Iron Cove were hung
Wi' a garland of the old, the young, all battered and unfamiliar
Theres no poetry theres no tune, no point in howlin' at the moon
A caution to ye very soon ye'll waltz yer Black Matilda
Ho-ro m'lovelies cross yer hearts & hope to die
If e'er ye're drawn beneath a murky fathom of her eye
Ho-ro my lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye
Ye'll never again be able to lift yer head so bloody high
For even the boys of Inverary know, from Tortuga to Jericho
She took three hundred souls below off the deck o' the Andalusia
The poets and the Sages tried to warn us down the ages
Their blood drips from the pages where they tell o' the Black Matilda
By the windy shores O' Canada bay I blew my friggin brains away
Its not as tho' i'm proud to say, its not as tho I coulda killed her
I'm off to Hells begotten shores where men like me have sailed before
And they shall sail forever more in the name o' the Black Matilda
Ho-Ro m'lovelies cross yer hearts & hope to die
Its enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry
Ho-Ro m'lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye
Its enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye die
Ho-Ro m'lovelies cross yer hearts & hope to die
Its enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry
Ho-Ro m'lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye
Its enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry
Enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry
Enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry
Enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye die
the rumjacks - the leaky tub
Oh this Amsterdam O' bawdy southern climes,
All awash in amber neon & sin,
'll see yer guts for galluses, sixes for yer nine's,
The cruelest place that I have ever been,
Oh there's women here blow hot & icy cold,
And they'll fight like rotten gull's to pick yer cage,
On the arms o' villains who'll see yer kidneys sold,
They'll spare condition, sex nor age.
And I'll curse the day a thousand shades o' blue,
When I swapped my Scottish Lion for a boxing kangaroo,
And I'll have one for the Mary, for Rollin' Annie too,
And one for the leaky tub that brought me here to you.
She were cut from the rock by the rare old stock,
Sent to hell in the devil's jewelry,
In her crown of fire & twisted bloody wire,
Tryin' to drive us all back into the sea.
Where you took my hand & helped me understand,
What it's like without them shackles just a while,
And we blazed our way around Blackwattle Bay,
And danced along The Hungry Mile.
Iron'll rust & corn'll ripen,
All the oceans'll turn to steam,
Whate'er'll pass and whatever'll happen,
You'll remain my lucid dream,
Oh the winds'll roar & cities'll crumble,
All that steam'll fall as tears,
And achin' hearts'll sing along in ,
Across all the miles and down the years.Oh this Amsterdam O' bawdy southern climes,
All awash in amber neon & sin,
'll see yer guts for galluses, sixes for yer nine's,
The cruelest place that I have ever been,
Oh there's women here blow hot & icy cold,
And they'll fight like rotten gull's to pick yer cage,
On the arms o' villains who'll see yer kidneys sold,
They'll spare condition, sex nor age.
And I'll curse the day a thousand shades o' blue,
When I swapped my Scottish Lion for a boxing kangaroo,
And I'll have one for the Mary, for Rollin' Annie too,
And one for the leaky tub that brought me here to you.
She were cut from the rock by the rare old stock,
Sent to hell in the devil's jewelry,
In her crown of fire & twisted bloody wire,
Tryin' to drive us all back into the sea.
Where you took my hand & helped me understand,
What it's like without them shackles just a while,
And we blazed our way around Blackwattle Bay,
And danced along The Hungry Mile.
Iron'll rust & corn'll ripen,
All the oceans'll turn to steam,
Whate'er'll pass and whatever'll happen,
You'll remain my lucid dream,
Oh the winds'll roar & cities'll crumble,
All that steam'll fall as tears,
And achin' hearts'll sing along in ,
Across all the miles and down the years.
the rumjacks - the reaper & tam mccorty
Tam he woke tae find a shadow by the bed
Blamed it on the vapors still beleaguerin' his head
Scrubbed his chops & dragged
an oily bug rake through his hair
And wiped the mirror tae find the bogey mimickin' his stare
He boilt the jug tae quench his mug & baked a lump o' toast
Hid behind the racin' pages from the hoary ghost
"Awfy ghostie if yer here tae make me dead
Spare me life & bother me wife or Mother-in-law instead! "
"Tam Mccorty I'm not here to make you cry
I know youre just a broken man wi' longing in his eye
I'll say my say & go my way a-carving through the rye
Tam Mccorty, its not your day to die. "
"By the way ye've hung yer tools o' trade & mantle I can tell
Ye willnae leave until ye've seen me safely intae hell
So follow me down the 'Horse & Crown' of liquor
I'm sae fond
I'll drink meself tae death & haunt the witches from beyond. "
They drank to fallen heroes, they spat & cursed the Queen
They argued o'er 'Black Caviar' - The finest ever seen?
They smoked cigars & played at cards for
pots o' Gilbeys Gin
Roarin' as the fiery liqour, it spilled all down their chin
They staggered home along the tracks
and pissed against a post
The dogs a' barkin' madly
all as though they'd seen a ghost
"Oh take me now I beg you, pick yer mark & pick it well
I'm tired o' livin' & there I think I hear the hounds o' Hell! "
Death threw his cloak across him
where he passed out in his chair
And whispered in a frosty tone directly in his ear
"Best you learn to live again, forgive yerself yer past
For when you see me next Tam, it'll be your last. "
the rumjacks - uncle tommy
Early one November me Uncle Tommy joined the army
Kitted him out for danger and ferried him o'er the sea
He threw me o'er his shoulder, sang to me a dirty ditty
Telling me when I were older you'll be just like me
A half a bottle o' whisky, tattoo of a pretty lady
Half a dozen Havana's & his Aunties rosary
A-thunderin' oe'r the border, guns a-blazin', hells a-raisin'
Here I am ya bastards, ye'll no be havin' me
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor
Tommy was a ramblin' man
A silver blade in the dyin' shade
Oor Tommy was a fightin' man
The following December he sent a card to Auntie Annie
Tellin' her he were frozen half to death upon a hill
Sick o' the sound o' trash cans, kickin' in doors on dear old ladies
Sick o' the screamin' babies, he had lost the bottle tae kill
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor
Tommy was a ramblin' man
A silver blade in the dyin' shade
Oor Tommy was a fightin' man
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor
Tommy was a ramblin' man
A silver blade in the dyin' shade
Oor Tommy was a fightin' man
He earn't his scars in German bars
And breakin' the hearts o' the maids o' Norway
Trained his guns upon the Huns
And boxed the sons o' proud old Galway
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor
Tommy was a Ramblin' man
Quick with a pound when yer luck was down
Oor Tommy was a Jerry can
Early one November me Uncle Tommy left the army
Stripped him o' his regalia & ferried him o'er the main
He took me by the shoulder, sang to me a dirty ditty
Bastard's only love ye when ye're shootin' at yer ain
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