All for Me Grog

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And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog,
All gone for beer and tobacco,
Well, I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
Far across the western ocean I must wander.

Where are me boots, me noggin, noggin boots?
All gone for beer and tobacco!
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking out for better weather.

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Where is me shirt, me noggin, noggin shirt?
All gone for beer and tobacco!
For the collar is all worn and the sleeves they are all torn
And the tail is looking out for better weather.

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Where is me bed, me noggin, noggin bed?
All gone for beer and tobacco!
For I lent it to a whore and the sheets they all are tore
And the springs is looking out for better weather.

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I'm sick in the head and I haven't gone to bed
Since I first came ashore from me slumber.
I spent all me dough on the lassies, don't you know
Far across the western ocean I must wander.

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Cockles & Mussels

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone.
She wheeled her wheel-barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

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Alive, alive-O! Alive, alive-O!
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

She was a fish-monger, and sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before,
They wheeled their wheel-barrows
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

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She died of a fever, and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

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I'll Tell Me Ma

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I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that's all right 'till I get home.
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the belle of Belfast city.
She is courtin' one two three.
Please can you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fightin' for her.
They rap at the door and they ring at the bell,
Sayin' 'Oh, my true love, are you well?'
Out she comes as white as snow
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Old Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fella with the rovin' eye.

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Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumblin' from the sky.
She's as sweet as apple pie,
She'll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will,
It's Albert Mooney she loves still.

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Johnny Jump Up

I'll tell you a story that happened to me
One day as I went down to Youghal by the sea.
The sun it was hot and the day it was warm,
Says I a quiet pint wouldn't do me no harm.

I went to the barman, said give me a stout.
Says the barman, I'm sorry, all the beer is sold out.
Try brandy or whiskey, 10 years in the wood.
Says I, I'll try cider, I heard that it's good.

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Oh never, oh never, oh never again,
If I live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten.
I fell to the ground, I couldn't get up
After drinking a pint of the Johnny Jump Up!

After lowering the third I headed straight to the yard
Where I bumped into Brophy, the big civic guard.
Come here to me boy, don't you know I'm the law?
Well, I up with my fist and I shattered his jaw.

He fell to the ground with his knees crumpled up,
'Twasn't I that hit him, was Johnny Jump Up.
The next thing I met down in Youghal by the sea
Was a cripple on crutches and says he to me,

I'm afraid for me life I'll be hit by a car,
Won't you help me across to the Railway Man's Bar?
And after three pints of that cider so sweet,
He threw down his crutches and danced on his feet.

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I went up the Lee Road, a friend for to see
They call it the madhouse in Cork by the Lee.
But when I got there, the truth I do tell,
They had that poor bugger locked up in a cell.

Said the guard testing him, say these words if you can,
"Around the rugged rocks, the ragged rascal ran."
Tell him I'm not crazy, tell him I'm not mad,
'Twas only six pints of that cider I had!

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Well, a man died in Union by the name of McNabb
They washed him and laid him outside on a slab.
And after the coroner his measurements did take,
His wife took him home to a bloody fine wake.

Twas about 12 o'clock and the beer it was high
The corpse he sat up and he said with a sigh,
I can't get to heaven, they won't let me up
Til I bring them a pint of the Johnny Jump Up!

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The Mermaid

Twas Friday morn when we set sail
And we were not far from the land,
When the captain, he spied a lovely mermaid
With a comb and a glass in her hand.

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Oh, the ocean waves will roll
And the stormy winds will blow
While we poor sailors go skipping at the top
And the landlubbers lie down below below below,
And the landlubbers lie down below.

Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,
And a brave old man was he.
He said, "This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom,
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea."

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And up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship
And a fine young lad was he.
"I have me a wife in Salem by the sea
And tonight she'll be grieving for me."

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And up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
And a mad old man was he.
He said, "I care much more for my pots and my pans
Than I do for the bottom of the sea."

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Then three times around went our gallant ship
And three times 'round went she.
Three times around went our gallant ship
And she sank to the bottom of the sea.

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Old Dun Cow

Some friends and I in a public house
Were playing dominoes one night,
When into the room the barman came,
His face all chalky white.
"What's up?" says Brown. "Have you seen a ghost?"
"Have you seen your Aunt Mariah?"
"Oh me Aunt Mariah be buggered," says he.
"The bleeding pub's on fire."

"Oh," says Brown, "What a bit of luck,
Everybody follow me!
It's down to the cellar, if the fire's not there
We'll have a grand old spree."
So we all went down with good old Brown
And the booze we could not miss.
And we hadn't been there five minutes or more
Till we were all quite pissed.

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Oh, there was Brown, upside down
Lapping up the whiskey on the floor.
"Booze, booze" the firemen cried
As they came knockin' at the door.
Don't let 'em in till it's all drunk up!
Somebody shouted, "MacIntyre!"
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

Then Smith ran over to the port wine tub
And gave it just a few hard knocks.
He started taking off his pantaloons,
Likewise his shoes and socks.
Oh don't do that, that's not allowed,
You can't do that in here.
Don't go washing your trotters in the port wine tub
When we've got all this Lite beer.

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Then there came a mighty crash,
Half the bloody roof gave way.
We were drowned by the fireman's hose
But we were going to stay.
So we got some tacks and old wet sacks
And we tacked ourselves inside.
And we sat swallowin' pints of stout
'Til we were bleary eyed.

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Late that night, when the fire was out,
We came up from the cellar below.
Our pub was burned, our booze was drunk,
Our heads was hanging low.
"Now look," says Brown with a look quite queer
Seems something raised his ire.
"We gotta get down to Murphy's Pub,
It closes on the hour!".

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Whiskey in the Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier,
Said "Stand and deliver, I am a bold deceiver!"

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With sharoom dooma doom dooma dah!
Whack fol' me daddio, whack fol' me daddio,
There's whiskey in the jar!

He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She saw it and she swore that she never would deceive me,
But the devil take them women for they never can be easy.

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I went into my chamber for to take a slumber,
To dream of gold and guineas, and for sure it is no wonder,
Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water,
Then sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter.

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It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel,
The guards were all around me, and likewise Captain Farrell.
I first produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier,
But I could not shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

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They took me into court, that judge my verdict making.
For robbing Captain Farrell upon that misty mountain,
But they didn't tie my fists, so I knocked the jailer down
And bid a fast farewell to that tight-fisted town.

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There's some that take delight in the hurley and the bowling,
There's some that take delight in the carriages a-rolling,
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty maidens in the morning bright and early.

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