The Dreadnoughts - Sons of Murphy lyrics

The day is done and it's been too long It's down to the pub where you belong We know you're weary, tired and cold We are the sons of Murphy A net, the bait was off the tow Two fine gentlemen don't you know We are deterred at the rake and bow We are the sons of Murphy Shaking bottles to the floor Are you drinking your worries out the door And the sons will shout, drinks will pour (Hey) This is what you're waiting for Liam's the fiddler an' Carlin sings Of all triangles and fiery rings You hail along for you know one thing We are the sons of Murphy Fifteen pints, a Murphy show Shots of turnamore roundabout You laugh an' sing and dance and shout With all the sons of Murphy Shaking bottles to the floor Are you drinking your worries out the door And the sons will shout, drinks will pour (Hey) This is what you're waiting for Ah Jimmy's me name and if I'm right Your antiquity's gone from sight And now it's time to say goodnight To all the sons of Murphy So when the day's been tired and long It's down to the pub where we belong And that's the end of this poxy song We are the sons of Murphy Shaking bottles to the floor Are you drinking your worries out the door We know your friend's the drink no more (Hey) And the sons will shout an' drinks will pour (Hey) And that's why?? This is what you're waiting for