Irish Drinking Song ( ALL LYRICS )

Gather ‘round Ye lads and lasses, set Ye for a while, and harken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle. Let’s all raise are glasses high to friends and family gone, and lift are voices in another Irish drinkin’ song. Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox,
me brother drank the whiskey ‘till he wound up in a box.
Me other brother in the troubles met with his demise, me sister has forever closed her smilin’ Irish eyes.
Now everybody’s died, so until are 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 mornin’ light, then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up and go drinkin’ once again. Ken was killed in Kilkenny and Claire she died in Clare, Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air. Shannon jumped into the river Shannon back in June, Ernie fell into the Erne and Tom is in his Toome. “Cleanliness is godliness, “ me Uncle Pat would sing, he broke his neck a-slippen’ on a bar of Irish Spring
O’Grady he was eighty, ‘tho his pride was just a pup, he died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up (OI!).
Now everybody’s died, until are 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 mornin’ light, then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up and then we’ll go drinkin’ once again.

Joe Murphy fought with Rwildly near the cliffs of Alderney, he took out his shillelagh and stabbed him in the spleen. Crazy Uncle Mike thought he was a leprechaun, but in fact he’s just a leper and his arm and legs are gone. When Timmy Jhonson broke his neck it was a cryin’ shame, he wasn’t really Irish but he went to Notre Dame. MacNamara crosses the street and by a bus was hit, but he was just a Scotsman so nobody gave a sh*t (OCH!). Now everybody’s died and until are 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 mornin’ light, then we’ll throw up, pass out, and then we’ll go drinkin’ once again. Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar, the road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his car. Irony was what befell me Uncle Sam, he choked upon the very last potato in the land. 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 alter boy (HEY!). Now everybody’s died and until are 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 mornin’ light, then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up and go drinkin’ once again. 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 saviour comes for me and you, He kills the cast of Riverdance and Michal Flatly too

Now everybody’s died, so until are 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 mornin’ light, then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up and go drinkin’ once again.
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up and go drinkin’ once again,
Then we’ll throw up,
Pass out, wake up
and go drinkin’
Once again.
(OI!)

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