Paroles The Limerick Rake de Siobhan

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I am a young fellow that's easy and bold
In Castletown corners I'm very well known
In Newcastle West I spent many a note
With Kitty and Judy and Mary
My father rebuked me for being such a rake
And spending my time in such frolicsome ways
But I ne'er could forget the good nature of Jane
Agus fá¡gaimá­d siáºd mar atá¡ sé.



Now some say I'm foolish and some say I'm wise
But the love of the women, I think 'tis no crime
The son of King David had Ten Thousand wives
And his wisdom was highly regarded
Now there's one from Askeaton and one from the Pike
Another from Arda, my heart was beguiled
She lives on the mountain, her stockings are white
and I'd love to be tightenin' her garters

John Damer of Shronel had plenty of gold,
And Devonshire's treasure is twenty times more,
But he's laid on his back among nettles and stones,
Agus fá¡gaimá­d siáºd mar atá¡ sé.
And when I am dead and am laid to my rest
My women and children shall appear at my wake
They'll gather around me, to offer a prayer

(To the Lord for the soul of their father)



The Monday Night Drinking Song

(Smyth)

Have you ever been down to Bank St, On a fine September's eve?
When the trees are swaying gently, like a drunkard in the breeze
When the moon is in the sky, white and shiny like me arse
Well it gives yeh courage and gives you life
And an urge to hit the bars

On a similar Monday evening, to Bank street I did stroll
and In a bold display of typical Jimmy self-control
Well I strolled into the pub, and who'd you think I'd see?
But Ghostface with a pitcher of Beer
And he kindly said to me:

Cho: Come order up the house, we'll booze it all away

There's nary a night for drinking like a Monday

There's Stefan And Stefan and Rhowan and Christopher, Joseph and Ryan and Ren
We've all been drunk this badly but we can't remember when
While the Working Joes are tired, and the suits are tucked away
The glasses ring as you hear me sing
Thank god it's bloody Monday

Chorus

So if you're in the neighborhood on the first night of the week
With dry lips and a thirst so fierce that you can hardly speak
Well, come in and take a chair, with the party at table 12
I'll give you a wink and get you a drink
And tell you to fuck yourself

Chorus(x2)

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