Friday, March 31, 2017

The Rebel Black Dot Irish Song o' the Day


Denis Leary, "Traditional Irish Folk Song" from No Cure for Cancer (The Last Angry Irishman)

Commentary: My music library doesn't have enough distinctly Irish songs to do this year-in & year-out, but, bangers & mash, this was fun!
"They come over here and they take all our land,
They chop off our heads and they boil them in oil,
Our children are leaving and we have no heads,
We drink and we sing and we drink and we die.
We have no heads!
No, we have no heads!

"They come over here and they chop off our legs,
They cut off our hands and put nails in our eyes,
O'Grady is dead and O'Hanrahan's gone,
We drink and we die and continue to drink.
O'Hanrahan!
No Hanrahan!

"They buried O'Neill down in County Shillhame,
The poor children crying (fake Irish/gibberish),
(Fake Irish/gibberish),
Hey, diddle diddle, hey, diddle diddle, hey, diddle diddle, hey,
O'Hanrahan!
No Hanrahan!

"We drink and we sing and we drink and we sing, hey!
We drink and we drive and we puke and we drink, hey!
We drink and we fight and we bleed and we cry, hey!
We puke and we smoke and we drink and we die, hey!"
Also, there is no County Shillhame. Erin go bragh!

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