Songs of the Drink, Songs of the Sea

Pierce Campbell
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I've been the wild rover for many a year And I spent all me money on whiskey and beer And Now I'm returning with gold in great store And I never will play the wild rover no more Chorus And it's no, neah, never, no neah never no more Will I play the wild rover, no never no more I went into an ale house I used to frequent And I told the landlady, me money was spent I asked her for credit, she answered me neah Such acustomer as you I can get any day I reached into me pockets for soverigns bright And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight She said I have whiskey and wines of the best And the words that I spoke to her were surely in jest I'll go back to me parents, confess what I've done And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son And if they caress me as oft times before Sure I never will play the wild rover no more
Pierce Campbell
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It was Friday morn when we set sail And we were not far from the land When our captain he spied a mermaid so fair With a comb and a glass in her hand chorus And the ocean waves do roll, the stormy winds do blow And we poor sailors are skipping at the top While the landlubbers lie down below below below And the Landlubbers lie down below Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship And a fine old man was he This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom We shall sink to the bottom of the sea Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship And a fine spoken man was he Sayin I have a wife in Brooklyn by the sea And tonight a widow she will be Then up spoke the cook og our gallant ship And a crazy old butcher was he I care much more for my pots and my pans Than I do for the bottom of the sea Then three times round spun our gallant ship And three times round spun she Then three times round spun our gallant ship And she sank to the bottom of the sea
Pierce Campbell
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When I was a little lad, me mother up an' told me: Way, Haul Away, We'll Haul Away, Joe! That if I did not kiss the girls me lips would grow all mouldy! Way, Haul Away, We'll Haul Away, Joe! Way, Haul Away, We're bound for better weather! Way, Haul Away, We'll Haul Away, Joe! Now Louis was the King of France before the rev-o-lu-ti-on! Way, Haul Away, We'll Haul Away, Joe! But then he got his head cut off, which spoilt his con-sti-tu-ti-on! Way, Haul Away, We'll Haul Away, Joe! Well, first I had a English girl, but she was daft and lazy! Way, Haul Away, We'll Haul Away, Joe! But now I got an Irish girl, she damn near drove me crazy Way, Haul Away, We'll Haul Away, Joe! The cook is in the galley, makin' duff so handily, Way, Haul Away, We'll Haul Away, Joe! The Captain's in his cabin, drinkin' wine and brandy. Way, Haul Away, We'll Haul Away, Joe!
Pierce Campbell
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written by Pierce Campbell

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Written in 1997, this is always a crowd favorite(as well as one of my favorites) and I have had people from all over the country asking if they could play it.

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Some men drink whiskey, some men drink wine Some don't drink at all, some drink all the time Me I like porter at one pint a day As I walk home from work, the pub's on the way Chorus I've a fine job, a warm hearth and good wife But it's one pint of porter that makes perfect my life I don't drink any more, I don't drink any less But here is a secret I must confess After one pint of porter, I don't count all the rest A pint with the lads is a fine time indeed And talkin' the social's something every man needs The gift of the gab and a powerful thirst Will send ya home smilin' for better, for worse Life can be cheerful if you live it just so And here are two things that all men should know If you've a good woman, never ye stray And take one pint of porter at he end of the day
Pierce Campbell
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written by Pierce Campbell

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Written after finding a paper in my great Grandfather's belongings that had this chorus typed on it. Always a Kerry Boys favorite!

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Every sailin' man, drinks as much as he can When he has to plant his feet upon dry land But tipplin' has it's rules, and so as not to play the fool They call them out as the landlord pours the fuel chorus Not drunk is he who from the floor Can rise again and drink once more But drunk is he whoprostrate lies And cannot either drink nor rise And cannot either drink nor rise The start of every round brings a thunderous sound With voices raised to verse and flaggons downed One by one the voices die, one by one they fall aside 'Til there's only one man left to raise the cry The morning after's s reel, is sure to make them feel That even on land they're rollin' with the sea So they climb back aboard, to sail the sea once more And at night they'll raise a toast to raisin' hell on land
Pierce Campbell
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In the year of our lord 1806, we set sail from the coal quay of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks, for that grand city hall in New York We’d an elegant craft that was rigged fore and aft, and how the trade winds they drove her She had twenty three masts, and she stood several blasts And they called her the Irish Rover There was Barney McGee, from the banks of the Lee, There was Hogan from the county Tyrone There was Johnny McGirk, who was scared stiff sick of work And a chap from Westmeath named Malone There was slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule, and fighting Bill Tracy from Dover And young Mic McGann from the banks of the Bann Was the skipper of the Irish Rover We had one million bags of the sligo diaper rags, we had two million barrels of bone We had three million bales, of nanny goat tails, we had four million barrels of stone We had five million hogs, and six million dogs, seven million barrels of porter Eight million sides of old blind horses hides, in the hold of the Irish Rover We sailed seven years and the measles broke out, And our ship lost her way in the fog And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two, T'was myself and the captain's old dog The ship struck a rock, and oh Lord what a shock, And nearly tumbled over It turned nine times around, till that poor old dog got drowned Now I'm the last of the Irish Rovers
Pierce Campbell
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written by Pierce Campbell

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The first pub song I wrote abck in 1993 and still my most popular one.

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My wife is a year passed on and my children are all gone And there's no-one to watch over me in my agein' So I take care of myself, tip a pint back to my health 'Cause it helps me in this war on life I'm wagein' Hey ho, give me a pint or so, and I'll not bother you until I'm sober Hey ho, give me a pint or so, and I'll not bother you until I'm sober Some say I drink too much but those are just rumors and such People like to tease a man when he's been drinkin' So buy me one more beer and leave me to my tears 'Cause I'll not tell a soul of what I'm thinkin' Sometimes I get so sad thinkin' 'bout this life I've had As I raise another glass to friends who have fallen And I wonder why it's me the Lord forgets to see Or have I justnot heard him when He's been callin' Now I see the reaper's face he say's I was misplaced And he's sorry for all the trouble that he caused me One thing before we go, that's to buy a pint or so 'Cause I'll not leave behind the thing that has pleased me
Pierce Campbell
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written by Pierce Campbell

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Of course, I couldn't leave out the whiskey drinkers when writing drinking songs!

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I've been to the north , I've been to the south I've been east and west that's for sure But there's nothin' so grand, across this great land Than a noggin of whiskey in hand chorus There's just too much good whiskey about You can keep all your bitters and stout For others it's fine to sip on some wine But not for me, because I decree There's just too much good whiskey about I've tried other drink when whiskey was scarse But this I can tell you is true All else is for fools, there's no finer fuel Than whiskey, the grandest of jewels I came into this world, and I'll go out again When I do I'll have just one request Don't toast to me, I'll be already dead Raise a glass to the whiskey instead
Pierce Campbell
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Well, it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog It's all for me beer and tobacco Well, I spent all me tin , on the lassies drinkin' gin Far across the western ocean I must wander Where are me boots, me noggin' noggin' boots They're all gone for beer and tobacco The heels are all worn out, and the toes are kicked about And the soles are lookin'; out for better weather Where is me shirt, me noggin' noggin' shirt It's all gone for beer and tobacco For the collar is worn out, and the sleeves are all torn out And the tail is lookin' out for better weather I'm sick in the head, and I haven't been to bed Since I first set ashore on me slumber For I spent all me dough on the lassies don't you know Far across the western ocean I must wander
Pierce Campbell
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written by Pierce Campbell

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Gotta have a song about Rum!

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I set off to the sea at the age of thirteen Been the world over, the things I have seen But there's nothing so fearful as a big man-o-war Comin' up along side ya with her cannons a-roar The ration of rum, the ration of rum I should have been done for, but for the ration of rum The deck she had splintered we were thrown to the sea The air it was hell fire as sure as can be I thought I was going to sleep in the depths But I was too drunk to give up quite yet I filled up with sea water, of that there's no doubt But it didn't taste like rum, so I spit it all out I reached for a barrel that was floating on by When I saw it was rum, I started to cry I dodged hot lead cold steel, the noose and much more Been shipwrecked three times and made it to shore Out on the high seas there's danger's about But a ration of rum turns a scared man to stout
Pierce Campbell
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I'm a Rambler I'm a Gambler I'm a Long way from home And if you don't like me, well leave me alone I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry If the moonshine don't kill me, I'll live 'till I die Chorus I've been a moonshiner for many a yaer I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer I'll go to some hollow, I'll set up my still And I'll make you a gallon for a ten shilling bill I'll go to some hollow in this country Ten gallons of wash, I can go on a spree No woman to callow, the world is all mine I love them so well as I love the monshine Oh moonshine, dear moonshine oh how I love thee You killed me own father, dare you try me Now bless all moonshiners, and bless all moonshine Their breath is as sweet as the dew on the vine
Pierce Campbell
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As I was going over, the far famed Kerry Mountains I met with Captain Farrel, and his money he was countin' I frst produced me pistol, and then produced me rapier Sayin' stand and deliver, for you are my bold deciever Chorus With you whack fol the diddley oh, whack for the diddly oh Whack forl the diddly oh, there's whiskey in the jar Icounted out me money, and it made a pretty penny I put it in me pocket, and I gave it to me Jenny She sighed and she swore, that she never would decieve me But the Devil take the women, for they never can b easy I went to me chamber, for to take a slumber I deamt of golden jewels, and sure it was no wonder For Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water And she sent for Captain Farrel, to be ready for the slaughter T'was early in the morning, before I rose to travel The guards were all around me, and likewise Captain Farrell I then produced me pistol, ,for she stole away me rapier But I couldn't shoot the water, So a prisoner I was taken If anyone can help me, it's me brother in the army I think that he is stationed in Cork, or in Killarney And if he comes and joins me, we'll go rovin in Killarney I swear he'd treat me better, than my darlin' sportin' Jenny