Another Irish Drinking Song

 

Gather round, ye lads and lasses, set ye for awhile

And hearken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle

Let’s all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone

And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song

 

Consumption took me mother, and me father got the pox

Me brother drank the whiskey ‘til he wound up in a box

Me other brother in the Troubles met with his demise

Me sister has forever closed her Irish smiling eyes

 

Now everybody’s died, so until our tears are dried

We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink, and then we’ll drink some more

We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light

Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinking once again

 

Ken was killed in Kilkenny, and Clair she died in Clare

Tip from Tipperary died out in Derry air

Shannon jumped into the river Shannon back in June

Ernie fell into the Erne, and Tom is in the Toome

 

“Cleanliness is godliness” me uncle Pat would sing

He broke is neck a’ slippin’ on a bar of Irish Spring

O’ Grady he was 80 though his bride was just a pup

He died upon the honeymoon when she got his irish up

 

Now everybody’s died, so until our tears are dried

We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink, and then we’ll drink some more

We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light

Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinking once again

 

My drunken uncle Brenden tried to drive home from the bar

The road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his car

Crazy uncle Mike thought he was a leprechaun

In fact he’s just a leper, and his arms and legs are gone

 

Connor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms

Until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms

And dear old Father Flanagan, who left the Lords employ

Drunk on sacramental wine beneath the altar boy

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Now everybody’s died, so until our tears are dried

We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink, and then we’ll drink some more

We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light

Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinking once again

 

When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cry’n shame

He wasn’t really Irish but he went to Notre Dame

Irony was what befell my great-grand uncle Sam

He choked upon the very last potato in the land

 

Someday soon I’ll leave this world of pain and toil and sin

The Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin

Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you

He kills the cast of Riverdance and Michael Flatley too

 

Now everybody’s died, so until our tears are dried

We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink, and then we’ll drink some more

We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light

Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinking once again

 

Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinking once again

 

Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinking once again