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
credits
from Whiskey Picnic,
track released August 1, 2017
Lead Vocals: Patrick Marran
Background Vocals:
Brian Donnelly
Matthew Breiner
Christine Scharf Breiner
Guitar: Dan Weiss & Brian Donnelly
Bouzouki: Patrick Marran
Bodhran: Matthew Breiner
Accordion: Nathan Diehl
Fiddle: Nyke Van Wyk
Oakland’s Dirtwire are in the middle of a campaign to press the dizzying electro-highlife grooves of “Electric River” to vinyl. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 22, 2020
