Dirty Old Town lyrics and video

Dirty Old Town

I met my love
by the gas work´s wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl
by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Clouds are drifting ´cross the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Springs a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town, dirty old town

I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
I smelt the spring
on the smokey wind
Dirty old town, dirty old town

I´m going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I´ll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town...

Here´s a nice version of this originally scottish song that has somehow been associated with Ireland...



It´s a cover by the german band Brandstifter... check out their myspace channel as well: http://www.myspace.com/brandtstifter

Irish Drinking Song

Nice version of "another irish drinking song"... :-)
The guy is from Wichita, Kansas... USA, of course... but he sounds really Irish! :-)



Lyrics: 
Gather 'round, ye lads and lasses, set ye for awhile;
Hearken to me mournful tale of the Emerald Isle.
Let's all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone,
And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song!

Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox,
Me brother drank the whiskey 'til he wound up in a box.
Me other brother in the troubles met with his demise,
Me sister has forever closed her simlin' Irish eyes.

Now everybody's died,
So until our 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 morning light,
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up,
And then go drinking once again.

Kenny was killed in Kilkenny and Claire, she died in Clare.
Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air.
Shannon jumped into the river Shanon back in June,
Ernie fell into the Erne and Tom is in the Toome.

"Cleanliness is godliness," me Uncle Pat would sing.
He broke his neck a slippin' on a bar of Irish Spring.
O'Grady, he was eighty though his bride was just a pup;
He died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up.

Now everybody's died,
So until our 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 morning light,
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up,
And then go drinking once again.

Joe Murphy fought with Reilly on the banks of old Doneen,
He took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen.
Crazy Uncle Mike believed he was a leprechaun;
In fact, he's just a leper, and his arms and legs are gone.

When Timmy Johnson broke his neck, it was a cryin' shame.
He wasn't really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame.
MacNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit,
But he was just a Scotsman, so nobody gave a-- Augh!

Now everybody's died,
So until our 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 morning light,
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up,
And then go drinking once again.

Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar,
The road rose up to meet him as he fell out of his car.
Irony was what befell me Great-Grand-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 caught him and cut off his lucky charms.
Dear old Father Flanagan, who left the Lord's employ
Drunk on sacramental wine beneath the altar boy.

Now everybody's died,
So until our 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 morning light,
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up,
And then go drinking once again.

Someday soon I'll leave this world of pain and toil and sin,
The Lord will take me by the hand to see all of me kin.
I only wish that when the Savior comes for me and you
He kills the cast of Riverdance, and Michael Flatley too!

Now everybody's died,
So until our 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 morning light,
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up,
And then go drinking once again.

Now everybody's died,
So until our 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 morning light,
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up,
And then go drinking once again.

Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up,
And then go drinking once again.
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up,
And then go drinking once again!

The wild mountain thyme

A german guy by the name of Torsten Q singing his version of the scottish folk song "the wild mountain thyme"...



Check out Torsten´s chanell on youtube:
http://www.youtube.com/user/torstenq

It´s A Long Way To Tipperary

It´s A Long Way To Tipperary

Up to mighty London came an Irishman one day,
As the streets are paved with gold, sure ev'ryone was gay;
Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand and Leicester Square,
Till Paddy got excited, then he shouted to them there:

Chorus:
lt's a long way to Tipperary, it's a long way to go;
It's a long way to Tipperary,
To the sweetest girl I know!
Good-ye, Piccadilly, farewell, Leicester Square!
It's a long, long way to Tipperary
but my heart's right there!

Paddy wrote a letter to his Irish Molly O,
Saying, "Should you not receive it, write and let me know!
If I make mistakes in spelling, Molly dear," said he
"remember it's the pen that's bad, don't lay the blame on me."

Molly wrote a neat reply to Irish Paddy 0
Saying "Mike Mahoney wants to marry me, and so leave the Strand and Piccadilly
or you'll be to blame
For love has fairly drove me silly, hoping you're the same!"

(Chorus)

Video: 
This is the first recorded version of the song - it´s John McCormack who recorded It´s A Long Way To Tipperary in 1914 with the Victor label: