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 == My love of things Irish.... == 

 Just a couple of my favourite Irish songs. No need to repeat ""Whiskey in the Jar"" as all us Irish know it! God save Ireland and the Queen - though i'm an Atheist - i so guess... some-one save Ireland and the Queen... -P 

 ===Sally MacLennane=== 
 Well jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born 
 He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn 
 He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn 
 And they all looked very happy in the morning 

 Now jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours 
 Where the elephant man broke strong men's necks 
 When he'd had too many powers 
 So sad to see the grieving of the people that he's leaving 
 And he took the road for God knows in the morning 

 We walked him to the station in the rain 
 We kissed him as we put him on the train 
 And we sang him a song of times long gone 
 Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again 

 (far away) sad to say I must be on my way 
 So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away) 
 I'd like to think of me returning when I can 
 To the greatest little boozer and to sally maclennane 

 The years passed by the times had changed I grew to be a man 
 I learned to love the virtues of sweet sally maclennane 
 I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn 
 And ended up a barman in the morning 

 I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down 
 I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown 
 I heard them say that jimmy's making money far away 
 And some people left for heaven without warning 

 We walked him to the station in the rain 
 We kissed him as we put him on the train 
 And we sang him a song of times long gone 
 Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again 

 (far away) sad to say I must be on my way 
 So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away) 
 I'd like to think of me returning when I can 
 To the greatest little boozer and to sally maclennane 

 When jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone 
 He asked me all the details of the train that they went on 
 Some people they are scared to croak but jimmy drank until he choked 
 And he took the road for heaven in the morning 

 We walked him to the station in the rain 
 We kissed him as we put him on the train 
 And we sang him a song of times long gone 
 Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again 

 (far away) sad to say I must be on my way 
 So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away) 
 I'd like to think of me returning when I can 
 To the greatest little boozer and to sally maclennane 

 ===Sick Bed of Cuchulainn=== 
 Mccormack and richard tauber are singing by the bed 
 There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head 
 There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands 
 You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands 

 When you pissed yourself in frankfurt and got syph down in cologne 
 And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone 
 Frank ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in madrid 
 And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the yids 
 At the sick bed of cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer 
 And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair 

 And in the euston tavern you screamed it was your shout 
 But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out 
 They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains 
 So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again 
 At the sick bed of cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer 
 And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair 

 You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl 
 There was lousy drunken bastards singing billy is in the bowl 
 They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch 
 So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church 

 Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks 
 And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box 
 Then they'll take you to cloughprior and shove you in the ground 
 But you'll stick your head back out and shout ""we'll have another round"" 
 At the graveside of cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray 
 And God is in his heaven, and billy's down by the bay"