ireland_md_wht.gif (7030 bytes)Irish Drinking Songs

Tim Finnegan's Wake
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Tim Finnegean lived in Watling Street,
A gentle Irishman-- Mighty odd --
He'd a beautiful brogue, so rich and sweet,
And to rise in the world, he carried a hod.
You see he'd a sort of a tippling way,
With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born,
And to help him on with his work each day,
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn'.

Chorus:
Whack fol-de-dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, tour trotters shake,
Wasn't it the truth I tould ye?
Lot's of fun at Finnegan's Wake!


One Morning Tim was rather full;
His head felt heavy, which made him shake
He fell from the ladder, and broke his skull,
So they carried him home for his corpse to wake.
They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet,
And laid him out upon the bed,
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet,
and a gallon of porter at his head!

Chorus

His friends assembled at the wake;
And missus Finnegan called for lunch.
First they bought in tay and cake;
Then pipes, tobacco, and whiskey punch,
Then Biddy O'Brien began to cry;
Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see?
Arrah! Tim avoureen, why did you die?
Arrah hould your gob says Billy McGee!

Chorus

Then Peggy O'Conner took up the job,
"Arrah, Biddy," says she "Ye're wrong, I'm sure,"
But Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob,
And left her sprawlin' on the flure.
Each side in war did soon engage,
"Twas woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelah-law was all the the rage-
An' a row an' a ruction soon began!

Chorus

Then Mickey Moloney raised his head
When a bottle of whiskey flew at him.
It missed him, falling on the bed,
The liquor scattered over Tim!
Tim revives! Se how He rises!
Timothy rising from the bed
Crying, "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes,"
Glory be to God, do you think I'm dead!

Chorus


The Wild Rover beer_green_md_wht.gif (4972 bytes)
This song's chorus is traditionally sung with claps and other crowd parts. These are included in the chorus and denoted by parenthesis.
Chorus:

And its "No, Nay, Never-              (Four claps while shouting "Rise up your kilt!")
No, Nay, Never, No More,     ( two claps)
Will I play the Wild Rover,       (one clap)
No never no more!                      (two claps)


I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I've spent all me money, on whiskey and beer
But now I return with gold and great score,
And I never will play the wild rover no more

Chorus

I went into an ale house where I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me "Nay"
Such a custom as yours I can get any day

Chorus

And then then out of me pockets I took sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She said I have whiskey and the wines of the best
And the words that I sent you were borne me in jest

Chorus

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And if they harass me, like oft-times before,
Than I never will play the Wild Rover no more

Chorus

The Parting Glass beer_green_md_wht.gif (4972 bytes)
Oh all the money that ere I spent,
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm that e're I've done
Alas it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall.
So fill to me the Parting Glass,
Goodnight and joy be with you all

Oh all the comrades that ere I had,
Are sorry now I'm going away
And all the sweethearts that e're I had
Would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls, unto my lot
That I should rise, and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call,
Goodnight and joy be with you all.

If I had money enough to spend
And liesure time to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in this town
That sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
I own, she has my heart in thrall
Then fill to me this Parting Glass
Goodnight and joy be with you all.
Jug Of Punch beer_green_md_wht.gif (4972 bytes)
One pleasant evening in the month of June,
As I was sitting with my glass and spoon,
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch,
And the song he sang was the jug of punch.

Toor-a-loor-a-loo, toor-a-loor-a-lay,
Toor-a-loor-a-loo, toor-a-loor-a-lay,
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch,
And the song he sang was the jug of punch.


What more diversion could a man desire,
Than to sit him down by a snug turf fire,
Upon his knee a pretty wench,
Ay and on the table, a jug of punch.

Toor-a-loor-a-loo, toor-a-loor-a-lay,
Toor-a-loor-a-loo, toor-a-loor-a-lay,
Upon his knee a pretty wench,
Ay and on the table, a jug of punch.


Let the doctors come with all their art,
They'll make no impression upon my heart,
Even the cripple forgets his hunch,
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch.

Toor-a-loor-a-loo, toor-a-loor-a-lay,
Toor-a-loor-a-loo, toor-a-loor-a-lay,
Even the cripple forgets his hunch,
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch.


If I get drunk, well the money's me own,
And if them don't like it they can leave me alone,
I'll tune my fiddle and I'll rosin me bow,
And I'll be welcome wherever I go.

Toor-a-loor-a-loo, toor-a-loor-a-lay,
Toor-a-loor-a-loo, toor-a-loor-a-lay,
I'll tune my fiddle and I'll rosin me bow,
And I'll be welcome wherever I go.


When I'm dead ay and in my grave,
No costly tombstone will I have,
Just lay me down in my native peat,
With a jug of punch at my head and feet.

Toor-a-loor-a-loo, toor-a-loor-a-lay,
Toor-a-loor-a-loo, toor-a-loor-a-lay,
Just lay me down in my native peat,
With a jug of punch at my head and feet.

ndtoclogo.gif (4563 bytes)  Lyrics To Notre Dame Songs

The Notre Dame Victory Marchclover2_rotate_md_wht.gif (3156 bytes)
Rally sons of Notre Dame,
Sing her glory, and sound her fame
Raise her Gold and Blue,
And cheer with voices true,
Rah! Rah! For Notre Dame.

We will fight in every game
Strong of heart and true to her name.
We will ne'er forget her
And we'll cheer her ever,
Loyal to Notre Dame.

Chorus:
Cheer, cheer for Old Notre Dame
Wake up the echoes cheering her name,
Send the volley cheer on high,
Shake down the thunder from the sky,
What tho the odds be great or small
Old Notre Dame will win over all,
While her loyal sons are marching
Onward to Victory

Hike, Notre Dame
The march is on
No brain or brawn,
Can stop the charge of fighting men,
Loud sings the cry,
A grim defy,
Of hard attack let loose again.
O it's hike, hike, hike to victory,
The call to rise and strike,
For Notre Dame men are winning,
When Notre Dame hears hike, hike, hike.

Chorus:
Hark to the cheering
Songs rising high,
Hark, hark to the roar,
As her ranks go marching by!
Shouler to shoulder,
Chanting her golden name,
Burn high your fires,
And sing along for Notre Dame.

Notre Dame, Our Mother
Notre Dame, our Mother
Tender, strong and true
Proudly in the heavens,
Gleams the gold and blue.
Glory's mantle cloaks thee
Golden is thy fame,
And our hearts forever,
Praise thee, Notre Dame.
And our hearts forever,
Love thee, Notre Dame

Down The Line
On down the line! beside the
glory of her name.
On down the line! Beneath the
colors of an ancient fame.
On down the line! Another day
for her proclaim.
Old Gold and Blue - you're
going through-
Go down the line for Notre Dame.

When Irish Backs Go Marching By
Rah! Rah! Rah!
Up! Notre Dame men answer the cry
Gathering foemen fling to the sky
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Brave hosts advancing challenging your name
March to the battle, Notre Dame!

Chorus:
And when the Irish backs go marching by
The cheering thousands shout their battle cry:
For Notre Dame men are marching into
the game,
Fighting the fight for you, Notre Dame
And when the Irish line goes smashing through
They'll sweep the foemen's ranks away;
When Notre Dame men fight for Gold and Blue,
Then Notre Dame men will win the day.