Kier Byrnes & Friends present "Blarney" - A Compilation of Celtic Music

by Kier Byrnes & Friends

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This is a final version of this album, officially released St Paddys Day 2017.
We may add extra bonus songs to it with time though, so keep checking back.

For booking/band related questions, email the threshold@hotmail.com
For a list of upcoming performances, please go to:
www.kbfreedomrunners.com/three-day-threshold/

This album was recorded at by Kier Byrnes at Undisclosed Location Studios, except where otherwise noted.

Cover art by Heather Ulrickson Hollenbach
mixes last updated 1-18-17 @11pm

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released March 17, 2016

As bandleader of Three Day Threshold, Kier Byrnes has played some diverse gigs over the years - performing at the Country Music Hall of Fame in Nashville, a private show at the house of Master Distiller (and great grandson) of Jim Beam, for US troops on the Iraqi border, even a prison in Holland - and it is these extraordinary experiences that accommodate an eclectic combination of Celtic, Americana, Gypsy, and country rock.

Dubbed "The Godfather of Americana" by the Weekly Dig Magazine, Byrnes has shared stages with American acts like Zac Brown, Dick Dale, The Avett Brothers, and Old Crow Medicine Show, as well as Irish bands such as Black 47 and The Young Dubliners.

Kier's tradition of releasing a traditional Irish song on each of his band’s releases inspired him to go one step further and dedicate an entire album of Celtic music. This paved the way for invitations to play Irish music on CBS television at the infamous St. Patrick’s Day Brunch hosted by Boston politicians, and to lead the house band at Ken Casey’s (Dropkick Murphys) and Bobby Orr’s Claddagh Fund Celebrity Golf Tournament.

Other places you may have seen/heard Kier play:
* Dropkick Murphys post-show party from their House of Blues concerts
* Harpoon Brewery St. Patrick's Day Festivals (6000+ attendance)
* "Ras Na hEireann" after parties (The Race of Ireland & The USA; 5000 runner limit)
* Headlining a sold out St Patrick's Day show at The Paradise, Boston, MA (750 capacity).
* In addition, Kier was fortunate enough to be flown over to Dublin to record banjo with members of Irish music legends, The Pogues.

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Winners of "Best Local Band" by Boston Magazine, Three Day Threshold has played in the Middle East for the troops, at the Jim Beam Distillery in Kentucky, at a Belgium Prison, and the Country Music Hall of Fame in Nashville. They've shared bills with acts like Zac Brown, Dick Dale, Avett Bros, Old Crow Medicine Show. Their sound is perhaps best described as Good Country Gone Terribly, Terribly Bad ... more

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Track Name: Irish Rover
The Irish Rover

In the year of our Lord, 1806, we set sail from the sweet cove of Cork,
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks, for the grand city hall in New York.
'Twas an elegant craft, she was rigged fore and aft, and how the trade winds drove her,
She could stand a great blast, with her 23 masts, and we called her the Irish Rover.

We had 1 million bags of the best Sligo rags, we had 2 million barrels of stone,
We had 3 million sides of our blind horses hides, we had 4 million barrels of bone.
We had 5 million hogs, 6 million dogs, 7 million barrels of porter,
We had 8 million bales of old nanny goat tails, in the hold of the Irish Rover.

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee, there was Hogan from County Tyrone,
There was Johnny McGuirk who was scared stiff of work, and the chap from West Meath was Malone.
There was Slugger O' Toole who was drunk as a rule, and fighting Bill Tracey from Dover.
There was Dolan from Clare, just as strong as a bear, as the skipper of the Irish Rover.

We had sailed 7 years when the measles broke out, and our ship lost its way in the fog. (GREAT FOG!!)
The whale of the crew was reduced down to two, just myself and the captain's old dog. (GREAT DOG!!)
The ship struck a rock, Lord what a shock, the boat, it spun right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned

Hey! I'm the last of the Irish Rover.
Track Name: The Foggy Dew
The Foggy Dew

Down the glen, one Easter morn, To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men, In squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum, nor battle drum; Did sound it's dread tattoo
But the Angel’s bells, o'er the Liffey swell; Rang out through the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin Town, They hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky, Than at “Sulva” or “Sude El Bar”
And from the plains of Royal Meath; Strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns, Sailed in through the foggy dew

Oh the bravest fell, and the requiem bell; Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter tide, In the spring time of that year
While the world did gaze, with deep amaze; At those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight, so that freedom's light; Might shine through the foggy dew

'Twas England bade our Wild Geese fly; That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves; On the fringe of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died, by Pearse's side; Or fought with Cathal Brugha (brew)
Their names we will keep, where the fenians sleep; 'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew

Oh, the night fell black, the rifles crack; made Perfidious Albion reel
Mid the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame; did shine o’er the lines of steel
By each warrior’s blade, a prayer was said; that to Ireland her sons be true
And when morning broke, still the war flag shook; Out its folds in the foggy dew

Back through the glen, I rode again; my heart with grief so sore
I parted with those valiant men, Whom I’ll never see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go; I'll kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead; When you fell in the foggy dew
(stop and tag it) For slavery fled, O glorious dead; When you fell in the foggy dew
Track Name: Star of the County Down
Star Of The County Down

Near Banbridge town in the County Down, one morning last July
Down a Boreen green, came a sweet Colleen, and she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself, for to see I was really there

From Bantry Bay to Derry’s Quay, From Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen, like the fair Colleen; that I met in the County Down


As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head and I looked with a feeling rare
And I says, says I, to a passer-by: Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?
Well he looked at me, and he said to me: That's the gem of Irelands crown
Young Rose McCann, from the banks of the Bann, she's the star of the County Down

She’d have soft brown eyes with a look so shy, and a smile like a rose in June
And she sang so sweet, what a lovely treat, as she lilted an Irish tune
At the patterns dance, I was in a trance, as she whirled with the lads from the town
And it broke me heart, just to be apart, from the Star of the County Down

At the harvest fair, she'll be surely there, so I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shone bright & my hat cocked right, for a smile from my nut-brown rose
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke, ‘til my plough is a rust-colored brown
Til a smiling bride, by my own fireside, sits the star of the County Down
Track Name: Blonde is the Colour
Blonde is the Color

Blonde is the color, of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
And I love the ground on which she stands

I love my love, and well she knows
I love the ground where on she goes.
I wish the day, that it soon will come
When she and I could be as one

I go to the Clyde, I mourn and weep
For satisfied, I never can be
Then I write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death, a thousand times

For Blonde is the color of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
And I love the ground on which she stands
Track Name: Come Out Ye Black and Tans
Come out ye Black and Tans – Wolfetones


I was born in a Dublin street where the loyal drums do beat
And the loving English feet they walked all over us
And every single night when me dad would come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus

Oh come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra

Come tell us how you slew them ole Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus, they had spears and bow and arrows
How you bravely you faced down one with your sixteen-pounder gun
And you've frightened them poor natives to their marrows

Come here so you can tell, how you've slung the brave Parnell
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Where are your sneers and jeers that you loudly let us hear
When our leaders of 16 were executed
Track Name: Jar of Porter
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la, too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la; give him a jar of porter
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la, too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la; give him a jar of porter

If you want your child to grow, Your child to grow, your child to grow
If you want your child to grow, Give him a jar of porter

Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la; give him a jar of porter

When I was young and cradle cake, No drop of milk now would I take
My father up and had his spake, Give him a jar of porter

Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la; give him a jar of porter

And when I'm dead and in my grave, I hope a prayer for me you'll save
And as you’ll be passin' by, Throw in a jar of porter

Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la; throw in a jar of porter

And when I reach the golden gates, I hope I have not long to wait
I'll call St. Peter aside and say, Brought you a jar of porter

Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la, brought you a jar of porter
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la; give him a jar of porter!
Track Name: Clifden Fair/Tam Lin
Poem by James Cousins
Track Name: Jug of Punch (featuring Melanie Berg & Mandy Byrnes)
Jug Of Punch
Background: A jug was, and still is, the best for drinking punch out of. As they say, the water and the spirits mix better.


One pleasant evening in the month of June; I was sitting with my glass and spoon
A small chick sat on an ivy bunch, And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch."
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
A small chick sat on an ivy bunch, And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch."

What more diversion can a man desire? Than to sit him down by an alehouse fire
Upon his knee a pretty wench And upon the table a jug of punch.
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
Upon his knee a pretty wench And upon the table a jug of punch.

Let doctors come with all their art; They'll make no impression upon my heart
Even the nurses all break for lunch, When they’re snug outside of a jug of punch
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
Even the nurses all break for lunch, When they’re snug outside of a jug of punch.

And if I get drunk, well, me money's me own, And them don't like it, they can leave me alone
I'll chune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow And I'll be welcome wherever I go.
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
I'll chune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow And I'll be welcome wherever I go.

And when I'm dead and in my grave, No costly tombstone will I crave
Just lay me down in my native peat, With a jug of punch at my head and feet.
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
Just lay me down in my native peat, With a jug of punch at my head and feet.
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
A small chick sat on an ivy bunch, And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch."
Track Name: Johnny MacEldoo
Johnny McEldoo

There was Johnny MacEldoo and McGee and me, And a couple or two or three went on a spree one day

We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew, And the beer and whiskey flew, and we all felt gay.

We visited McCann's, McEloman's, Salty Dan's, We then went into Swann's our stomachs for to pack

We ordered out the feed which indeed we did need, And we finished it with speed but we still felt slack

Johnny McEldoo turned red, white and blue; And a plate of Irish stew he soon put out of sight

He shouted out encore with a roar for some more, That he never felt before such a keen appetite

He ordered eggs and ham, bread and jam, what a cram; But him we couldn't tram, though we tried our level best

For everything we brought, cold or hot, mattered not, It went down him like a shot but he still stood the test

He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, we were scar'd; We thought it would go hard when the waiter brought the bill

We told him to give o'er but he swore he could lower, Twice as much again and more before he had his fill

He nearly soaked a trough full of broth, says McGrawth He'll devour the tablecloth if you don't haul him in

When the waiter brought the charge McEldoo felt so large, He began to scout and barge, and his blood went on fire

He began to curse and swear, tear his hair in despair, And to finish the affair, called the shopman a liar

The shopman he threw out and no doubt he did clout; McEldoo he kicked about like an old football

Tattered all his clothes, broke his nose, I suppose, Nearly killed him with a few blows in no time at all

MacEldoo began to howl and to growl, by my soul, He threw an empty bowl at the shopkeeper's head

Struck for Mickey Finn, peeled the skin off his chin, And the ructions did begin, and we all fought and bled

The peelers did arrive, man alive, four or five, And at us they made a drive for us all to march away

We paid for all the meat that we ate, set it straight, And went home to ruminate on the spree that day
Track Name: The Jolly Tinker
THE JOLLY TINKER

As I went down a shady lane, at a door I chanced to knock
"Have you any pots or kettles, with rusty holes to block?"
"Well indeed I have, don't you know I have
To me right fol-ooral-addy, well indeed I have"

The misses came out to the door and she asked me to come in
"You're welcome jolly tinker and I hope you brought your tin"
"Well indeed I have, don't you know I have
To me right fol-ooral-addy, well indeed I have"

She took me through the kitchen and she led me through the hall
And the servants cried "The devil, has he come to block us all
Well, indeed I did, don't you know I did
To me right fol-ooral-addy, don’t you know I did"

She took me up the stairs, me lads, to show me what to do
Then she fell on the feather bed and I fell on it too
Well, indeed I did, don't you know I did
To me right fol-ooral-addy, don’t you know I did"

She then took out a frying pan and she began to knock
For to let the servants know, me lads, that I was at my work
Well, Indeed I was, don't you know I was.
To me right fol-ooral-addy, don’t you know I was"

She put her hand into her pocket and she pulled out twenty pounds
"Take that my jolly tinker and we'll have another round"
"Well, indeed we will, don't you know we will...
To me right fol-ooral-addy, don’t you know we will"

Well, I've been a jolly tinker for these forty years or more
But such a lovely job as that, I never did before
Well, indeed I did, don't you know I did...
To me right fol-ooral-addy, don’t you know I did"
Track Name: The Sick Note (The Bricklayer's Plight)
The Sick Note/The Bricklayers Plight

Dear Sir, I write this note to you, to inform you of me plight
And at the time of writing, I am not a pretty sight
My body is all black and blue, me face a deathly gray
I write this note to tell you why, I’m not at work today

While working on the fourteenth floor, some bricks I had to clear
And to throw them down from off the top, seemed quite a good idea
But the foreman wasn't very pleased, he was an awful sod
He said I had to cart them down the ladder in me hod.

Well clearing all those bricks by hand, it seemed so very slow
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below
But in me haste to do the job, I was just too blind to see
That a barrel full of building bricks, is heavier than me.

So when I had untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead
And clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead
I took off like a rocket and to my dismay I found
That half way up I met the bloody barrel coming down.

Well the barrel broke me shoulder, as ONTO the ground it sped
And when I reached the top I banged the pulley with me head
I held on tight, though numb with shock from this almighty blow
And then the barrel spilled out half its load, fourteen floors below

Now when those building bricks fell from the barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel so I started down once more
I held on tightly to the rope as I flew down to the ground
And I landed on those building bricks that were scattered all around.

Now as I lay there on the deck, I thought I'd passed the worst
But when the barrel reached the top, that's when the bottom burst
A shower of bricks rained down on me, I knew I had no hope
And In all of the confusion, I let go the bloody rope.

The barrel being heavier, it started down once more
And landed right on top of me, as I lay there on the floor
It broke three ribs and my left arm, and I can only say
That I hope you'll understand the reasons why I’m not at work today.
Track Name: The Moonshiner (featuring Kevin Rose)
The Moonshiner

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler, I'm a long ways from home,
And if you don't like me, well, leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
And if the moonshine don't kill me, I'll live til I die

I've been a moonshiner for many a year
I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
I'll go to some hollow, I'll set up my still
And I'll make you a gallon for a ten shilling bill

I'll go to some hollow, in this country
Ten gallons of wash, I can go on a spree
No women to follow, the world is all mine
I love none so well, as I love the moonshine

Oh, moonshine, dear moonshine, oh, how I love thee
You killed me old father, but ah you try me
Now bless all moonshiners, and bless all moonshine
Their breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine
Track Name: Cruiskeen Lan
Cruiskeen Lan (translates to The Full Jug)

Let the farmer praise his grounds, let the huntsman praise his hounds,
And the shepherd his dewy scented lawn;
Oh but I, more wise than they, spend each happy night and day
With me darlin' little cruiskeen lan, lan, lan,
Oh, me darlin little cruiskeen lan.

Immortal and divine, great Bacchus, god of wine
Create me by adoption your own son.
In hopes that you'll comply, That my glass shall not run dry
Nor me darlin' little cruiskeen lan, lan, lan
Oh, me darlin little cruiskeen lan

And when grim Death appears, in a few but happy years,
To say “oh won’t you come along with me”
I'll say, "Begone, you knave! For king Bacchus gave me leave
To take another cruiskeen lan, lan, lan
Oh, To take another cruiskeen lan.

So fill your glasses high, let’s not part with lips so dry
For the lark now proclaims it’s the dawn!
And since we can’t remain, may we sharply meet again
To fill another cruiskeen lan, lan, lan
Oh, to fill another cruiskeen lan.
Track Name: Danny Boy
DANNY BOY

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling
'tis you must go, 'tis you must go, and I must bide.
But come you back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow
'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Avé" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
Track Name: BONUS SONG: A Toast to My Father
A Toast to My Father

You take a bottle, Fill the glass Drink it down and drink it fast
Slam it down, now up again To my dear father

He’s a stubborn as a mule and rigid as a wall
And when we’d talk, we’d yell and scream if we’d talk at all

He’d start me in the morning, ‘til evening give me hell
And say a job worth doing, is a job worth doing well

Each day I’d learn a lesson, he’d show me how its done
And if he caught me messin’ round, he’d teach me more than one

You take a bottle, Fill the glass, Drink it down and drink it fast
Slam it down, now up again, To my dear father

We’d fight like rabid dogs, rarely seeing eye to eye
But when times were tough and things got rough, he’d be there by me side

He taught me to live honest and taught me to live true
And though we’re both much older now, I still look up to you

So here I call a toast and raise my glass up high (pause)
Here’s a drink to you old man, I’ll love ya til I die! HEY

You take a bottle, Fill the glass, Drink it down and drink it fast
Slam it down, now up again, To my dear father
You take a bottle, Fill the glass, Drink it down and drink it fast
Slam it down, now up again, To my dear father
HEY……To my dear father
HEY……To my dear father
HEY…….To my dear…. (finish your beer!)
Track Name: BONUS SONG: Leaving of Liverpool
Leaving Of Liverpool

Farewell to you my own true love, I am going far away
I am bound for California, But I know that I'll return some day

So fare thee well my own true love, when I return, united we will be
It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me, My Darling, when I think of thee

I am off to for California, By way of the stormy Cape Horn,
And I will write thee a letter, my love, When I am homeward bound.

I’ve sailed upon on a Yankee clipper ship, Davy Crockett is her name,
Mr. Daniel Burgess is the captain of her and they say she’s a floating hell.

Farewell to you, Lower Frederick Street, Anson Terrace and Park Lane
If the man be a sailor, we will get along; If not I'll never see you again
Now I know I’ll never see you again
Track Name: BONUS SONG: Kelly, I'm Coming Over
Kelly, I’m Coming Over

Hi, My name is Jimmy McGuirk, I was born and raised in the bay
A working gent, who pays the rent, Loading docks in the Cay
O’Malley and Minihan, Thomas O’Shanahan, Taking a ride into town
Down for a pint, and well I just might, Be partial to sticking around
Kelly, I’m coming over, Kelly, I’m coming over

My favorite dive’s a hole in the wall, Just west of Union Square
Wasn’t the taps or Keno for cash, That always landed me there
Behind the bar, you’d often find, A lass which none could deny
You take one down, pass it around, Hoping to catch her eye

Oh Kelly, Oh Kelly, Oh Kelly, Oh now Kelly; Kelly, Oh Kelly
Kelly, I’m coming over, Kelly, I’m coming over

A glass of gin we all fit in, we dance like no one’s around
We answers yay, or don’t cha dare cause I’ll be staring ya down
The riders and rovers, highway patrollers, Always holding me back
I’ll be rambling or be gambling, Heading straight to attack

Oh Kelly, Oh Kelly, Oh Kelly, Oh now Kelly; Kelly, Oh Kelly
Oh Kelly, Oh Kelly, Oh Kelly, Oh now Kelly; Kelly, Oh Kelly
Kelly, I’m coming over, Kelly, I’m coming over
Track Name: BONUS SONG: Pub with no Beer
PUB WITH NO BEER

What a God Awful Place is a Pub with No Beer
‘Tis a lonely night to be caught alone
Try to make your way, finding someone of your own
But there’s nothing so lonesome, so morbid, so drear
To stand in a bar of a Pub with No Beer! (Hey)

Pub with No Beer! (Hey) Pub with No Beer! (Hey)
There’s nothing on God’s earth more than I fear
No pint of the stout, so break the whiskey out
What a God awful place is a pub with no beer

The lads from the town with nothing to say
Even the mayor’s been caught speechless today
The waitress stands up, cries out its worse than it appears,
the whiskey’s run out and I still got no beer

Good ole Johnny Ransom, the first time in his life
Has gone home sober to his darling wife
He walks into the kitchen, she says “you’re early my dear?”
And he breaks down, cause the pubs got no beer
What a God awful place is a pub with no beer!
What a God awful place is a pub with no beer!
Track Name: BONUS SONG: Haul Away Joe
HAUL AWAY JOE
When I was a little boy, so my mother told me, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
That if I did not kiss the girls, my lips would all grow moldy, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
Way, haul away, the good ship now is rolling, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

First I met a Yankee girl and she was fat and lazy, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

And then I met an Irish girl, she damn near drove me crazy, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

King Louis was the King of France before the revolution, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

And then he got his head cut off, it spoiled his constitution, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

St. Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

He built a church in Dublin town and on raised a steeple on it, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

Way haul away, we're bound for better weather, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
Track Name: BONUS SONG: Drunken Sailor
DRUNKEN SAILOR (3dt)

I was out gambling, I never win but tonight, I was on a roll
The Deputy, had a pair of three and was fifty in the hole

What do you do with a drunken Sailor?
What do you do with a drunken Sailor?
What do you do with a drunken Sailor, earli in the mornin’?

A little five card stud, with fellahs from the neighborhood,
Over a glass of the shine,
It didn’t help, the sheriff’s sister, Lil, was a good friend of mine

It was getting wind that I was cheatin, ask me I couldn’t tell
The Sheriff looks me in the eye, says son you’re gonna die and I’ll be sending ya straight to hell

It got very still, in walks good ‘ole Lil, carrying a .45
The sheriff gives and evil grin and she pops a hole through him, that’s how I knew my love arrived

That's what you do with a drunken Sailor.
That's what you do with a drunken Sailor.
That's what you do with a drunken Sailor, earli in the morning’
Way oh up he rises.
Track Name: BONUS SONG: Whiskey, You're the Devil
WHISKEY YOU’RE THE DEVIL (3dt)

Whiskey You’re the Devil, leading me astray,
over hills and mountains into a bloody grave
You’re easy on the soul, and spicy in the tay,
Oh whiskey, you’re my darling drunk or sober

Here’s a man they call Kris Tasker, he’s headed for disaster
A mighty blighty son, if the evenings just begun
Hey father watch your daughter, Cause with the pint he offers
He’s still screaming hallelujah

Sweet Ann Clementine, sweet friend of mine
Its not the glass of wine she’s after
Come now fill my glass, bitch you can kiss my ass
I’m still screaming bloody murder

Here’s a man they call Kris Tasker, he’s headed for disaster
A mighty blighty son, if the evenings just begun
And its touura lourra la, touura lourra la,
Right you are my ladies, there is whiskey in the jar!
Track Name: BONUS SONG: Back Home in Derry
Back Home in Derry

In 1803 I sailed out to sea, Bound from the sweet port of Derry
For Australia bound if I didn't all drown, And the marks of our fetters we carried.
In our rusty iron chains we cried out our veins, Our good wives we left in sorrow
As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled, At the English, and thoughts of tomorrow

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

I stepped out from the foil to bid Farwell to the soil And down below decks we were lying.
And I heard a scream and I woke from a dream, With a vision of old Ireland dying.
The sun burn was cruel and they dished out our gruel, O'Connor lay down with a fever
Eighty rebels today bound for Botany Bay, And how many would live there to see her?


I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell. Our ship danced like a moth in the firelights.
White horses rode high and the devil passed by, Taking souls to Hades by twilight.
Five weeks out to sea , they turned now fifty-three, We buried our comrades each morning.
We’re lost in a time and we rolled in our slime, It was endless night without dawning.


Well, Van Dieman's land is a hell for a man To live out your life there in slavery.
When the climate is raw and the gun speaks the law. Neither wind nor rain care for bravery.
Twenty years have gone by and I've ended me bond, My comrades ghosts walk beside me
As rebel I came and I'm dyin’ the same. On the cold shades of night, you can find me