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Whiskey Picnic
00:26
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The Mermaid
02:54
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Galway Hooker
02:38
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GALWAY HOOKER
by Patrick Marran
Well, she's waiting by the docks every morning
There’s a lot of other sailors lined to book her up
I’d gladly climb her mast
For the view up there is vast
See I'm in love with my Galway hooker
Every single man ought to have one
Maybe every married laddie needs one, too
On top of you I'm as happy as can be
Oh, Galway hooker, you're the one for me
Everybody loves a Galway Hooker
The week is long without a little fun
But, if you get a chance to climb
Then you’ll see that she’s sublime
It makes you want to go and share her with your son
Every single man ought to have one
Maybe every married laddie needs one, too
On top of you I'm as happy as can be
Oh, Galway hooker, you're the one for me
Some say that it’s a danger just to board her
With scurvy and sea sickness all about
But, she’s clean as ocean air
And below deck she is bare
That’s the reason all the sailors headed out
Every single man ought to have one
Maybe every married laddie needs one, too
On top of you I'm as happy as can be
Oh, Galway hooker you're the one for me
Well, maybe someday I’ll go back to dry land
Where my dear old wife, she’s waiting by the bay
But, our ship came early home
And I see she's found her own
So, now we’re riding both our hookers in the bay
Every single man ought to have one [YES!]
Maybe every married laddie needs one, too [WE DO!]
On top of you I'm as happy as can be
Oh, Galway hooker you're the one for me
Every single man ought to have one [YES!]
Maybe every married laddie needs one, too [WE DO!]
On top of you I'm as happy as can be
Oh, Galway hooker you're the one for me
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My Son John
02:44
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The Barley Mow
05:32
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8. |
Step It Out Mary
03:53
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9. |
Old Brown Ale
03:18
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OLD BROWN ALE
by Patrick Marran
Well, the sea bed’s host to many a treasure
Fine gold and riches all beyond measure
But the thing I seek to which all these pale
Is my captain’s list to make old brown ale
For it’s one pint sea, laddies
One pint pale
One quart ‘a whiskey
That's the old brown ale
As our ship, the Valiant, took her privateer crew
From port to port only one thing’s true
You can spend your money or free hear this tale
There's none as sating as the old brown ale
For it’s one pint sea, laddies
One pint pale
One quart ‘a whiskey
That's the old brown ale
Now our captain, he’s known for his wicked grin
As the sop does drip from his ruddy red chin
But, it's not blood which will brim his grail
Just a homemade batch of that old brown ale
For it’s one pint sea, laddies
One pint pale
One quart ‘a whiskey
That's the old brown ale
But the ship was tossed one terrible day
The recipe lost as we drift into the bay
And now all that's left are some broken sails
And a mere ten gallons of that old brown ale
For it’s one pint sea, laddies
One pint pale
One quart ‘a whiskey
That's the old brown ale
Now we’ll dock for a half-week and rest our legs
If ya come on board, you can drain these dregs
And if we scrape bottom doesn't mean we’re through
Just in time comes the captain with a brand new brew
For it’s one pint sea, laddies
One pint pale
One quart ‘a whiskey
That's the old brown ale
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10. |
Nancy Whiskey
03:35
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11. |
Wild Rover
03:53
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