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Another Irish Drinking Song- Da Vinci's Notebook

Haha, here's a fun one. A good old Irish Drinking Song. I don't own the song, band, lyrics, or video. Enjoy, and thanks for reading and listening!
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Gather 'round,
Ye lads and lasses,
Set ye for a while,
And hearken to me mournful tale,
About 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 smiling 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 Shannon back in June.
Ernie fell in to 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.
(Hey!)

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.
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Joe Murphy fought with Riley,
Near the cliffs of old Doneen.
He took out his shillelagh,
And he stabbed him in the spleen.
My crazy Uncle Mike,
Thought he was a leprechaun.
But 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.
McNamara crossed the street,
And by a bus was hit.
But he was just a Scotsman,
So nobody gave a sh-
(Agh.)

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.
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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 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 killed him,
And cut off his lucky charms.
And dear old Father Flannegan,
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 join all of me kin.
Me only wish is,
When the Savior comes for me and you~,
He kills the cast of Riverdance,
And Michael Flatley too!
(Yay!)

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~!
(Hoy!)
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