CaliCeltic Show @ Firehouse Arts Center

SING ALONG LYRICS

Don’t know the words? Here’s a quick guide to singing along with the BEST parts of your favorite Irish songs!

-------- HOTALING'S WHISKEY ----------

If, as they say, God spanked the town

For being over-frisky,

Why did he burn the churches down

And save Hotaling's Whiskey?

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-------- STEAM BEER ----------

Save us, Fritz!

Why'd they be so mean,

To leave the San Francisco,

And take away the Steam?

Save us, Fritz!

Why'd they be so mean,

To leave the San Francisco,

And take away the Steam?

Oh, steam beer! Steam beer!

From old Portrero,

Out to the pier!

I guess we'll have to drink our tears…

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-------- WHISKEY MUSTACHE ----------

It's a peaty, oaky, smoky, toasty,

bristly, glorious splash

It's the honey on my upper lip,

My fine whiskey mustache!

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-------- COLD BEER ----------

Cold beer, cold beer

So much better than an old beer

We like a cold beer

To drink at the end of the day!

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-------- THE MAN IN THE BOAT ----------

Where is the man in the boat?

Port? Aft? Starboard?

To keep the ship afloat!

We have got to sail the briny sea,

Where oh where can that little man be?

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-------- SHAME AND SCANDAL ----------

Woe is me,

A shame and scandal in the family,

Woe is me,

A shame and scandal in the family.

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-------- PUB ON THE BEACH ----------

Find me lazin'

With my drink within my reach

It's the best of two worlds,

My pub on the beach!

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-------- AOIFE AND HER REEFER ----------

Aoife and her reefer

Gonna be the death of me,

Just one puff, it ain't enough,

Red-headed Aoife, she takes three.

She'll roll a spliff in just a jiff

and happy we will be,

Aoife and her reefer,

Gonna be the death of me.

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-------- JOHNNY TARR ----------

Even if you saw it yourself,

You wouldn't believe it!

I wouldn't trust a person like me, if I were you.

I wasn't there, but I swear I have an alibi

I heard it from a man who knows a fella who says it's true!

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—------ BLACK VELVET BAND —------

Her eyes

shone like the diamonds

I thought she was

queen of the land

With her hair

thrown over her shoulder

Tied up in a black velvet band

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—------ SOUTH AUSTRALIA —------

Haul away, you rolling kings!

Heave away, haul away!

Haul away, you'll hear me sing!

Bound for South Australia!

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—------ The Mermaid —------

'Cause her hair

was green as seaweed

Her skin was blue and pale

Her face it was a work of art

I loved that girl

with all my heart

But I only liked the upper part

I did not like the tail

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—------ MUIRSHEEN DURKIN —------

Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin,

I'm sick and tired of workin'

No more I'll dig the praties

No longer I’ll be fooled!

As sure as me name is Carney,

I'll be off to Californ-yee

Where instead of diggin' praties,

I'll be diggin' lumps of gold

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—------ MARI MAC —------

Mari-Mac's mother's

makin' Mari-Mac marry me

My mother's makin' me

marry Mari-Mac

Well I'm gonna marry Mari cause Mari's takin' care o' me

We'll all be feelin' merry

when I marry Mari-Mac

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-------- NO PORTER ON PADDY’S ----------

There’s no porter,

No porter on Paddy’s!

There’s no bog roll

At all on the shelves,

There’ll be no pints of black

And you can’t have the craíc,

Unless it’s at home

by yourselves!

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-------- DICEY RILEY --------

Poor auld Dicey Riley,

She has taken to the sup!

Poor auld Dicey Riley,

She could never give it up!

It's off in the morning to the pub,

And then she's in for another little drop,

For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley!

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-------- THE TIPPLER --------

I know everyone

In this town

From their great-great-great

Grandfathers down

You, I’ve never seen around

Sure as I could knock ye

To the ground!

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-------- HOME FOR A REST --------

You'll have to excuse me,

I'm not at my best,

I've been gone for a week [month]

I've been drunk since I left!

These so-called vacations

Will soon be my death

I'm so sick from the drink

I need home for a rest!

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-------- AT LEAST SHE WASN'T A REDHEAD --------

At least she wasn't a redhead,

'Cause then it would have been worse!

There's a fire in Hell,

But a red-headed gal

Is a thing to be frightened of first!

She'll split you six ways from a Sunday,

She says she wishes you dead,

Sure, it's distressing,

But count your blessings:

At least she's no redhead!

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-------- THE BEER FROM ST JAMES GATE --------

I don't mean to seem irate

I want the beer from St James Gate!

A frothy pint would be just great!

Hurry now, don't make me wait,

I want the beer from St James Gate!

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-------- ONE DOCTOR OUT OF TEN --------

I've had some good advice,

But it never sounds like fun:

Nine men with PhDs

All ganging up upon the one!

They say, "Nine out of ten doctors,

"This is what they recommend!"

So that's why I always find

That one doctor out of ten!

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-------- WILD ROVER --------

And it's no, nay, never

RISE UP YOUR SKIRTS!!

No, nay, never no more

Will I play the wild rover

No never, no more!

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-------- GALWAY GIRL --------

And I ask you, friend:

what's a fella to do?

Because her hair was black,

and her eyes were blue.

And I knew right then

I'd be taking a whirl

Around the Salthill Prom

with a Galway Girl

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-------- PADDY ON THE RAILWAY --------

I was wearing…

corduroy britches

Digging ditches

pulling switches

dodging hitches

I was workin' on the railway!

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