Barleyjuice - Modern pirates lyrics

We'll sail Inner Harbor and Delaware Bay The Hudson, the Schuylk** and tip of Cape May Brandishing gla**es and tankards galore In search of the barley juice up on the shore And it's toast to the la**ies And drink to the lads Remember the women and song that we hadŠ We'll fill-up our gla**es And empty the kegs Then head-out for more on what's left of our legs We'll stagger on in to the pubs and the bars Foresaking our vessels for domestic cars Insulting the strong, and exalting the weak Œtil were too drunk to fight and too tired to speak And it's toast to the la**ies And drink to the lads Remember the women and song that we hadŠ We'll fill-up our gla**es And empty the kegs Then head out for more on what's left of our legs We trade Dublin for Philly, and York for New York As long as there's Whiskey we'll sure take the work We won't bring the muskets, we won't cause the pain But we're good for some headaches, and tough to clean stains And it's toast to the la**ies And drink to the lads Remember the women and song that we hadŠ We'll fill-up our gla**es And empty the kegs Then head-out for more on what's left of our legs And it's toast to the la**ies And drink to the lads Remember the women and song that we hadŠ We'll fill-up our gla**es And empty the kegs Then head-out for more on what's left of our legs Rocky Road to Dublin While in the merry month of May from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins; Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three four, five Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road All the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah ! In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight next morning blithe and early Took a drop of pure to keep me heartfrom sinking; Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking See the la**ies smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin' Asked me was I hired, wages I required I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three four, five Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road All the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah ! In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be soon deprived a view of that fine city So then I took a stroll, all among the quality; Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin' Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three four, five Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road All the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah ! From there I got away, me spirits never falling Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he; When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling; When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three four, five Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road All the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah ! Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it Blood began to boil, temper I was losing; Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing "Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray We quitely cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three four, five Hunt the Hare and turn her down The rocky road and all the way to Dublin Whack follol de rah !