1. |
The Black Mill
02:54
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The grouse-hen nests in the Black Mill
And I heard it nests in it still
Don't sound the tune in Margaree
Or you won't make friends easily
Get over it, get over it
There could be worse than chicken shit!
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2. |
Farewell to Drunkenness
03:27
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A fair women once told me, when I stepped at her door
“Why can’t you quit from drinking, t’will kill you before long”
And then I replied to her, would you sing me a song?
Where all the men are drinking, a good beer ain’t a whore
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
It’s Friday and it’s raining, I’m left without a job
‘Tis time to forget all this shit, meet the guys at the pub
I catch up with McHalley, she’s already at three
Tonight pints of Guinness and Newkie are on me!
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
On our table pile up, many empty glasses
I try to win a wet kiss from many ugly lasses
The clock is close to three, there’s no one else around
But me and all my friends: time for another round! (reload!)
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
I wake in up the morning, all fuzzy, cold and sore
I don’t know where the hell I am, must get out of this place
I rush into the toilet; it’s the same as before
When I look at the mirror, it’s the same familiar face
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
So I bid you goodnight
Oh good friends that you are
And I’ll see ya for sure
Tomorrow at the bar…
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3. |
The Cabin
02:37
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I'm out of work and want a change, got nothing left to lose
I need to leave everything to help me clear my mind
My spot in timberland and a few bottles of booze
Is a great start for what I hope to find
So you tried to find a way out, you were caught in the cabin
You thought that you could escape but it was only a dream
You were hidden in the forest hoping to find some peace at last
But it got back to you 'cause no one could find you
Trapped inside my shack, I don't know what I can do
Is there a solution for my pursuit of happiness?
Can't live like this anymore, need a helping hand, but who?
To achieve my goal is hard when I'm a total mess
So you tried to find a way out, you were caught in the cabin
You thought that you could escape but it was only a dream
You were hidden in the forest hoping to find some peace at last
But it got back to you 'cause no one could find you
My last chance is to hold on and keep my spirits high
Going back to the woods might give me strength to move on
Staying there by myself could not hide my destiny
Anyway I'm sure that people won't know that I'm gone
So you tried to find a way out, you were caught in the cabin
You thought that you could escape but it was only a dream
You were hidden in the forest hoping to find some peace at last
But it got back to you 'cause no one could find you
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4. |
I Heard Jesus Was
02:50
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I heard Jesus was a cool lad
A peace and love kind of guy, it’s said
He smelled of BO and of weed
A smell that could have raised the dead
He had twelve merry drinking pals
Who loved a late boozy repast
But every morning, quite hung over
They swore this supper would be their last
My God, Old man!
Oh why have you forsaken me?
We hoped to party until dawn
But we're out of beer and it's only three!
He and his buddies crashed a wedding
Where all they served was water warm and stale
Jesus winked at the bride and the groom
And turned the water into ale
My God, Old man!
Am I really your true son?
Cause you seem to me a bit stern
And I mighty like to have some fun...
Sanitas Bona!
Sanitas Bona!
His hot girlfriend was an ex-whore
Who warmed the bed of many men in need
She never caught anything itchy at her job
And that was a miracle indeed
My God, Old man!
I read the jobs you had for me
And I could not help wondering
Can I really walk upon the sea?
Because I'd like to spread
The good news of brew the world around
And it looks to me a whole lot cheaper
Than renting a boat for a bag of pounds
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5. |
Glasses to the Sky
03:52
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Earning a living, paying the bills
Is hard work but well you sure know how it feels
But playing on stage with my brand new guitar
My complaints don't go very far
What is the truth and what is a lie?
Should I shake the hand reaching down from on high?
I can only go where my heart tells me to
And that is the best I can do
They may take our jobs away
Lead us all astray
Doesn’t matter anyway
We’ll get stronger everyday
Raise your glasses to the sky
Raise 'em proud and high
It's a song for you and I
Let us kiss our woes goodbye
Driving your car can irk you a great deal
If somebody else is holding the steering wheel
Even though this can be a shit of a ride
It’s nice to have friends by your side
They may take our jobs away
Lead us all astray
Doesn’t matter anyway
We’ll get stronger everyday
Raise your glasses to the sky
Raise 'em proud and high
It's a song for you and I
Let us kiss our woes goodbye
Johnny and Maggie and Sean!
Clench your fist and carry on
Raise your glasses to the sky
It's a song for you and I
Raise your glasses to the sky
It's a song for you and I
They may take our jobs away
Lead us all astray
Doesn’t matter anyway
We’ll get stronger everyday
Raise your glasses to the sky
Raise 'em proud and high
It's a song for you and I
Let us kiss our woes goodbye
They may take our jobs away
Lead us all astray
Doesn’t matter anyway
We’ll get stronger everyday
Raise your glasses to the sky
Raise 'em proud and high
It's a song for you and I
Let us kiss our woes goodbye
They may take our jobs away
Lead us all astray
Doesn’t matter anyway
We’ll get stronger everyday
Raise your glasses to the sky
Raise 'em proud and high
It's a song for you and I
Let us kiss our woes goodbye
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6. |
Olaf
02:43
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En Tchéquie y'avait une p'tite girafe
Qui avait reçu le nom d'Olaf
Verte tachetée jaune, les yeux toujours en extase
N'étant pas née pour un p’tit pain
Elle s'est promenée aux quatre coins
De la planète pour faire sa danse grivoise
Un jour dans un party d'St-Patrick
Elle a trippé sur la musique
D'un band qui jouait du Flogging et du Dropkick
Fidèle Olaf on espère tous ben gros
Que tu t'emmerdes pas trop
Dans le trailer tout seul, quand on va à nos shows
Elle s'est souvent pété la fiole
Sa corne ou une oreille qui décolle
En dansant sur scène et en faisant la folle
Mais elle a des chums qui sont de vrais experts
Qui l'ont guérit pour pas cher
À coup d'sableuse, de plâtre et de fibre de verre
Là elle est en feu et peut enfin thrasher
Sur scène sans rien s'arracher
Fidèle Olaf reste toujours à nos cotés
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7. |
LLL
02:04
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Instrumental
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8. |
D.O.E.
03:09
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He, by the bar, looking at me with deep blue eyes
Oh what a feek, how could I turn him down?
My mind's not clear, already drank a bunch of pints
Oh what the hell, I'm outta town
He's waiting for me to buy him a drink
Still got some money but should I go through?
Well it looks like we are in sync
There might be chemistry so I could add a few
Should I leave or should I stay, and live as there's no tomorrow
Temptation or not only my heart should know
How can I be sure if he's worth it?
Right here right now there's a burning fire
But there's my man waiting at home
Can I handle my desire?
Should I leave or should I stay, and live as there's no tomorrow
Temptation or not only my heart should know
My conscience is killing me (Carpe Diem)
My conscience is killing me (Carpe Diem)
My conscience is killing me (Carpe Diem)
My conscience is killing me (Carpe Diem)
Should I leave or should I stay, and live as there's no tomorrow
Temptation or not only my heart should know
Should I leave or should I stay, and live as there's no tomorrow
Temptation or not only my heart should know
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9. |
The Fields of Athenry
04:05
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By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
Michael they have taken you away
For you stole Trevelyn's corn
So the young might see the morn
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay
Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters Mary when you're free
Against the famine and the crown
I rebelled they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity
Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry
By a lonely harbor wall
She watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry
Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry
Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry
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A bear there was (a bear!, a bear!)
All black and brown
Covered with hair
With a good flair
Oh come they said
Come to the fair
Come to the fair?
But I'm a bear!
And down the road
From here to there
Three boys, a goat
And a dancing bear
They danced and spun
Up to the fair
Oh look my friend
There's a maiden here
He smelled the scent
In the maiden's hair
She is so sweet
So pure and fair
He sniffed the air
And smelled it there
The maiden’s here
With honey in her hair
He is a hairy bear
He wants to come to the fair
I am a maiden fair
With honey in my hair
He's a dancing bear
He wants to drink some beer
I'm really standing here
In front of a crazy bear
Oh she's a maid, she's pure and fair
She'll never dance with a hairy bear
She'll never dance with a hairy bear
He lifted her high into the air
She called for a knight but he's a bear
All black and brown and full of hair
She kicked and wailed the maid so fair
He licked the honey from her hair
She looked so sweet
So pure and fair
Honey and gold
In her long hair
She is a maid
And she is fair
She doesn't care
About a bear (a hairy bear!)
Oh wait my bear
Oh please come here
I'm so lonely
And not so fair
Come to the fair
With all your hair
We'll have some fun
And an affair
He is a hairy bear
He wants to come to the fair
I am a maiden fair
With honey in my hair
He's a dancing bear
He wants to drink some beer
I'm really standing here
In front of a crazy bear
Oh she's a maid, she's pure and fair
She'll never dance with a hairy bear
She'll never dance with a hairy bear
He lifted her high into the air
She called for a knight but he's a bear
All black and brown and full of hair
She kicked and wailed the maid so fair
He licked the honey from her hair
Oh she's a maid, she's pure and fair
She'll never dance with a hairy bear
She'll never dance with a hairy bear
He lifted her high into the air
She called for a knight but he's a bear
All black and brown and full of hair
She kicked and wailed the maid so fair
He licked the honey from her hair
Oh she's a maid, she's pure and fair
She'll never dance with a hairy bear
She'll never dance with a hairy bear
He lifted her high into the air
She called for a knight but he's a bear
All black and brown and full of hair
She kicked and wailed the maid so fair
He licked the honey from her hair
She sighed and squealed
And kicked the air
My bear she sang
My bear so fair
And off they went
From here to there
The bear the bear
And the maiden fair
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11. |
The Wearing of the Green
03:06
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For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green
They're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green
For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green
They're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green
Oh. Paddy dear and did you hear the news that's going round?
The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground
St. Patrick's Day no more we keep his colour can't be seen
For they hangin' men and women for the wearing of the green
I met with Napper Tandy and he took me by the hand
He said : "How's dear old Ireland and how does she stand?"
She's the most distressful country that you’ve ever seen
For they're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green
For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green
They're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green
And if the color we must wear is England's cruel red
Shure Ireland sons will not forget the blood that they have shed
You may take the shamrock from your hat and cast it down the sod
But 'Twill take root and flourish there, tho' under foot 'tis trod
My father loved his country and sweeped from in 'is breast
But I had one they died for her must never soul be blessed
Most tears me mother shad for me, how'd bitter they had been
But we have proved the traitors for the wearing of the green
For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green
They're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green
For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green
They're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green
And if at last our coloured shirt be thorn from Ireland's heart
Her sons would shame and sorrow for the dear old my wound heart
I hear the whisper of the land that lies me on the sea
Where the rich and poor stand equal in the light of freedom's day
Oh, Ireland, must believe you driven by a tyrant's hand
And see come mother's blessing from the strange and distant land
Where the cruel cross of England shall never more be seen
And in that land we live and die still wearing Ireland's green
For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green
They're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green
For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green
They're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green
For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green
They're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green
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12. |
A Lad and a Hag
04:49
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One day, feeling quite alone
Wishing for a lass fair and gay
I met an ugly crone
Slowly comin' my way
Her hair was long and white
And her shoulders were all bent
She was such a pitiful sight
Mumbling to herself as she went
I said : « oh my good lad,
Will you give me a kiss?
A groom like you I once had
And love I sorely miss. »
« If you kiss me, » I further said,
« I will change into a lass
With a fair and pretty head
And a mouth-drooling little ass.»
I thought I had nothing to lose
To find out if her words were true
And not some sick devious ruse
But there’s one thing I had to do
Daunted by this grim enterprise
And dizzy with her reek
I held my breath and closed my eyes
And quickly kissed her on the cheek
Where the hag stood moments ago
Now was a girl young and fair
Her limbs were white as snow
And shining like gold was her hair
Very soon we were groom and bride
And we were giddy with delight
Of having my love by my side
Every day, and every night
But soon she showed her black heart
Always ordering me around
Keeping me and my friends apart
Growling at me like a bloodhound
One day I was fed up
And at last I walked out the door
And since then raised a lonely cup
For I had no friends anymore
Leaving her, I did not regret
For her breasts had begun to sag
I wish I fled the day I met
Long ago that crazy old hag
One day, feeling quite alone
Wishing for a lass fair and gay
A young lad met an ugly crone
Slowly coming his way…
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