Orthodox Celts

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Drinking song

The clock started noon,
I jumped out of bed,
I drank a cup of coffee
And I walked out to the street.
It was a boring sunny day,
I was lookin' for some fun,
I tried to find someone
So I walked into a pub.

There was Lucky playin' banjo,
On accordion was Jake,
We drank some beer and whiskey
And pint of good old Celtic gin.
It was derby on TV,
On Parkhead was a crowd,
We started watchin' game
With hope that our Celts would win.

We are drinkin' beer,
We are drinkin' gin,
No matter what's in bottle
We are drinkin' everything.

Then we took a short walk through the dirty streets,
And came back to the pub, for the game of darts,
Celtic beat the rangers, all the people sang & cheered,
We broke some bloody glasses, we were little bit of weird

That was ordinarily day in our smelly town,
We felt the smell of petrol and the dust between the toes,
Our eyes were chilly sparkled like a jewels in the crown,
Our hearts are always fill, doesn't matter where we go.

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Far away

It's been hours since midnight but I don't care too much
The waterpump is pulsing spittin' out the mud
The roaring cats are tearing last bunch of flash and bones
And I just stare at nowhere loosing time and kicking stones

Then in rotten lousy caffee the old man starts to talk
Agonizing heavily, pretends that he can walk
Through the smoke of dusty morning i'm listenin' raven's yell
Mailin' from my memory those words I learned so well

Chorus:
Far away, far away,
You're so far away from me but I'll be back one day

Sometime ago we sailed away accross the big blue sea
We thought that new world's braver, that better we will be
The sun is always brighter on the other side
But heart and soul, I left at home, committed suicide

I remember when we parted the signs on sky were mean
Mars and moon collided, thus sad I've never been
I promised I'll be writing and for you I will pray
The words were floatin' in my head, for the first time I did say

And now it is much easier, my mind has gone somewhere
I don't have to think about how this life is no fair
While the breezy wind is blowin' I'm burnin' like a spark
I'm the last one who waits to see the rainbow in the dark

Tonight I will be drunk to hell as every other day
And I'll go home imaginin' my unknown hidden way
In the deepest heart of nowhere swallowin' potato pies
I'm waitin' to be cracked at last so sick and tired of lies

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Green roses

At the crack of the dawn thunder and lightning crossed the way
The shadow of knight waited to see the bright light of the day
Nobody saw his bitter tears through the dark veil of rain
The river of blood under his feet run wild again and again

The green roses will grow
While green fields turn to red
Only memory remains
Of hero and his faith

He just stood and he stared with a sword in his hand
Under the bridge of rainbow's gold he fought for his land
The black crow stole his destiny and flew from the cross
Flyin' high, goin' so far to take his soul away

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Rocky road to Dublin

In the merry month of June from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear kissed me darlin' mother
Drank a pint of beer me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghost and goblins
Brand new pair of brogues rattled o'er the bogs
Frightened all the dogs on rocky road to Dublin

Chorus:
One two three four five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin whack fol lol de ra

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning light and airy
Took a drop of the pure to keep my heart from sinking
That's an Irish cure whene'er he's on for drinking
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while
At my curious style, t'would set your heart a-bubbling
Ax'd if I was hired, wages I required
I was almost tired on rocky road to Dublin

In Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
Then I took a stroll among the quality
Bundle it was stole in a neat locality
Something crossed my mind, then I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on rocky road to Dublin

From there I got away my spirits never failing
Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, Played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin'
Off to Holyhead, wished myself was dead
Or better far, instead, on rocky road to Dublin

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil, temper I was losin'
Poor old Erin's isle they began abusin'
"Hurrah me soul" sez I, me shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobble in
Then with a loud Hurrah, joined in affray
Quickly cleared the way, on rocky road to Dublin

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Star of the County Town

Near Banbridge Town in the County down,
One morning last July,
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there.

From Bantry Bay up to berry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I say's, say's I, to a passer by,
"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?"
He smyiled at me and he say's, say's he,
"That's the gem of the Ireland's crown,
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the star of the County Down".

From Bantry Bay up to berry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.

At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
So I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shine bright, and my hat cocked right,
For the smile of a nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke,
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till a smyling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.

From Bantry Bay up to berry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.

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The wearing of the green

Oh. Paddy dear and did you hear the news that's goin' round?
The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground.
St. Patrick's Day no more will 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 have 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 colour we must wear is england's cruel red,
Shure Ireland sons will ne'er forget the blood that they have shed.
You may take the shamrock from your hat and cast it down the sod,
'Twill take all 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 I had proved the traitor 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 rich and poor stand equal in the light of freedom's day.
Oh, Ireland, must believe you driven high from 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.

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