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Ye mourners all, as you pass by
Come in and drink if you are dry
Just spend your money, think not amiss
And pop your nose in a jug of this
Ye tippler's all if you've half a crown
You're welcome all, for to sit down
Just call your drinks and think not amiss
And spend your life in a jug of this
When I am old and can scarcely crow
With an old grey beard and a head that's bald
Crown my desire and fulfill my wish
A pretty young girl and a jug of this
When I am in my grave and dead
And all my sorrows are past and fled
Transport me then into a fish
And let me swim in a jug of this
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Bartender pour me another
I’m gonna go talk to Mackey’s Daughter
Drink a Drink then Drink Another
So I can talk to Mackey’s Daughter
Drink a Drink then drink another
Drink a Drink then drink another
Drink a Drink then drink another
Drink Drink Drink another!!!!
She sits alone a silent beauty
Open seat right by her side
If we could talk for just one minute
Then I might take her for a ride
2 3 4
Her Cheeks are like the some ruby roses
Eyes as deep blue as the sea
Or sparklin’, shimmerin’, shinin’ Diamonds
I hope that she’ll come home with me
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Mackey is Known for his might right hook
but His left’ll hit me just as hard
I’ll take my chances with old Mackey
That I might take her up the yard
2 3 4
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What will you do when the whiskey’s done? Hey Ho, Johnny
What Will you do when the Whiskey’s done? Hey My Johnny O
What Will you do when the Whiskey’s done? Sit by the fire drink hot rum
Johnny is a boy who likes his fun, Johnny you’re a roving blade
Johnny you’re a roving blade game ball Johnny you’re a roving blade
Johnny you’re a roving blade game ball Johnny you’re a roving blade
What will you do in the summer time? Hey Ho Johnny
What will you do in the summer time? Hey My Johnny O
What will you do in the summer time? Drink cold beer & blood red wine
When the weather’s warm it’ll suit me fine, Johnny you’re a roving blade
What will you do when your true love goes? Hey Ho Johnny
What will you do when your true love goes? Hey My Johnny O
What will you do when your true love goes? There’s many other flower’s sweet as a rose
And many in the garden grows, Johnny you’re a roving blade
What will you do when it’s time to die? Hey Ho Johnny
What will you do when it’s time to die? Hey My Johnny O
What will you do when it’s time to die? Look St. Peter in the eye
I’ll tell him that I’m Feeling awfully dry, Johnny you’re a roving blade
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You can run on for a long time, Run on for a long time, Run on for a long time, Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God's gonna cut you down, Sooner or later God's gonna cut you down
Go tell that long tongue liar, go tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, tell the gambler, tell the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Well, my goodness gracious won’t you tell me the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee
Talkin' to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought, I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "you’ll go do my will"
You may run and hide and slip and slide
Try to take the mote from your neighbor’s eye
But sure as there is rich and poor
You’re gonna reap just what you sow
Well, you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made day and night
What's done in the dark will be brought to the light
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I am the Whiskey Chaser An’ I Never Get Enough
I Keep on Drinking all The Rare Auld Stuff
When The Bottles Empty I reach For One More
I Am The Whiskey Chaser Till I Pass Out On The Floor
I Started Out In St. Paul’s Town, But Drank The Buggers Out
I Finished up Their Whiskey Then Started On Their Stout
Then Headed Cross The River To Play Another Show
But Now The Whiskey’s Gone and I Think It’s Time To Go
I Drank Across The West Coast in Seattle & Spokane
I Slogged Through Montana and I do It All Again
Got Pissed in Kansas City & Woke Up In Waterloo
Had a Bottle Up In Fargo & In East Grand Forks With You
I Used to chase the women, but they left me in a lurch
Then I chased Salvation but just ended up in church
Chasing Fame & fortune I got caught-up by the fuzz
But now I’m chasin’ whiskey & I always catch my buzz
I’ll get lit in New York City & In Boston & P.A.
Hit The Bronx & Hell’s Kitchen & all The Pubs Along The Way
We’re drinkin’ Down To Jersey Then Head Back to The Mid-West
Chicago is Calling Where The Whiskey Is The Best
So I’ve Headed Out on The Road Across The U.S.A.
I’m Drinkin Now In this old Town, But I’ll Be On My Way
There’s Lots Of Other Boozers & Lots of Places Yet to See
I Won’t Be Back Through Here ‘Till Yer’ Next Delivery
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The Whiskey makes me frisky, I think it’s outta sight!
That’s the drink I’m drinkin’ almost any night
I may wake up with some body aches & wound up awful tight
But then I go for the hair of the dog and the thing that suits me right
CORK DRY GIN With some Tonic and a lime
CORK DRY GIN It’s Martini time
I said CORK DRY GIN and I’ll be feelin’ fine
With some CORK DRY GIN
Oh the Ciders a little lighter, nice & sweet & dry
Amber or a golden brown, the apple of my eye
But sometimes I get bored with it & must diversify
So I look for the bartender & you’ll hear me cry
Don’t pour me Tanqueray
Beefeaters is not okay
And I don’t want that ol’ Bombay
I just want…
I’m a hoarder of the porter; I’ll drink ‘em by the score
If you drop me in a lake of it, I’d never go for shore
But sometimes after pints & pints & pints & pints & galore
I wish to Christ & God above that someone would just pour
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As I roved out on a May morning On a May morning right early
I met my love upon the way Oh, Lord but she was early
And she sang diddle-liddle-lee, diddle-liddle-lee,
diddle-liddle-lee, diddle-liddle-lee Me Darlin’
Her boots were black her stockings white And her buckles shone like silver
She had a dark and a rolling eye And her ear-rings tipped her shoulder
"What age are you my bonny wee lass What age are you my honey?"
Right modestly she answered me "I'll be seventeen on Sunday"
"Where do you live my bonny wee lass Where do you live my honey?"
"In a wee house up on the top of the hill And I live there with my mammy"
"If I went to the house on the top of the hill When the moon was shining clearly
Would you arise and let me in And your mammy not to hear you?"
I went to the house on the top of the hill When the moon was shining clearly
She arose to let me in But her mammy chanced to hear her
She caught her by the hair of the head And down to the room she brought her
And with the butt of a hazel twig She was the well-beat daughter
"Will you marry me now my soldier lad Will you marry me now or never?
Will you marry me now my soldier lad For you see I'm done forever"
"I can't marry you my bonny wee lass I can't marry you my honey
For I have got a wife at home And how could I disown her?"
A pint at night is my delight And a gallon in the morning
The old women are my heart break But the young ones is my darling
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ABCD (Bonus Track)
02:24
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Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jill forgot to take her pill and now they have a daughter
ABC . . .
Mary had a little lamb, her father shot it dead
So now she brings it to school each day between two slices of bread
ABC . . .
Hey diddle diddle the cat took a piddle all over the kitchen floor
The little dog laughed to see such fun so the cat did a little bit more
ABC . . .
Jack be nimble Jack be quick Jack jumped over the candlestick
Holy Moses great balls of fire Jack you fool you should have jumped higher
ABC . . .
Georgie Porgy pudding and pie, he kissed the girls and made them cry
But when the boys came out to play, he kissed them as well, he was funny that way
ABC . . .
There was a poor nun called Vera, she wouldn’t let anyone near her
Till a crafty old monk slipped into her bunk, now she’s a Mother Superior
ABC . . .
Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet her clothes all tattered and torn
It wasn’t a spider that sat down beside her but little boy blue with his bugle
ABC . . .
Old Mother Hubbard went to her cupboard to fetch her poor dog a bone
But when she bent over Rover took over and gave her a bone of his own
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