Irish Drinking Songs

[Hitch]

I've always wanted to start a thread on Irish Drinking songs, so here ya go.

I'm part Irish, and proud of that.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfrDilSgDbo

[woodman]

Love it. Great thread idea Hitch. When I was young we used to go see an old Irish Ex-preist who's name was Father Pat. He had a band and they would do Irish songs, some quite bawdy. It was a lot of fun to sit at small local bars and listen to that music.

[ziero0]

It could be Irish

My God How the Money Rolls in
My God How the Money Rolls in

[This is a compilation from several sources. Alternate words in brackets.]

My father makes book on the corner
My mother [granny] makes second-hand [bootlegger, illicit, synthetic] gin
My sister makes love for a dollar [sells kisses to sailors]
My God [Oh, Lord; My word], how the money rolls in!

(Chorus:) Rolls in, rolls in, my God, how the money rolls in, rolls in!
Rolls in, rolls in, my God, how the money rolls in!

My mother's a bawdyhouse keeper
Every night when the evening grows dim [action begins]
She hangs out a little red lantern [hangs a red light in the window]
My God, how the money rolls in!

My grandma [mother] makes pink [cheap] prophylactics
She pierces [punctures; pokes in] the end with a pin
My grandpa [father] gets rich on [does quickie] abortions
My God, how the money rolls in!

My brother's a poor [street] missionary [street-corner preacher]
He saves gorgeous [wayward, fallen] women [little girlies] from sin
He'll save you a blonde for five dollars [a guinea]
My God, how the money rolls in!

My brother's a medical student, [Harley Street surgeon]
With instruments long, sharp, and thin.
He only knows [does] one operation.
My God, how the money rolls in!

[osoab]

How do you understand a drunk Irishman?

[Tumbleweed]

I like this one.





https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h81oiF7VIOw

Of all the money that e'er I had, I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done, alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit to memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all


Of all the comrades that e'er I've had, they are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I've had, they would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call good night and joy be with you all


If I had money enough to spend and leisure time to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in this town, that sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips I own, she has my heart enthralled
So fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all


My dearest dear, the time draws near when here no longer can I stay
There's not a comrade I leave behind, but is grieving for my going away
But since it has so ordered been what is once past can't be recalled
Now fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all


If I had money for to spend, If I had time to waste away
There is a fair maid in this town, I fain would while her heart away
With her rosy cheeks and dimpled chin, my heart she has beguiled awa'
So fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you a'


If I had money for to spend, I would spend it in her company
And all the harm that I have done, I hope it's pardoned I will be
And all I've done for want of it to memory I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all


A man may drink and not be drunk, a man may fight and not be slain
A man may court a pretty girl and perhaps be welcomed back again
But since it has so ordered been by a time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all

[Tumbleweed]

An Irish drinking story

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olQI8rak8c0