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7 Year Itch (2014)

by The Langer's Ball

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1.
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
2.
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 2 3 4 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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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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7 Live tracks recorded for Iowa Public Radio and 1 bonus live studio track from Hannah & Michael.

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released August 15, 2014

Tracks 1-7 recorded live on Public Radio with our 5-piece Irish Punk band. Originally aired 2014. Includes a bonus live studio track of the duo.

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