Modern Pirates - Barleyjuice

We’ll sail Inner Harbor and Delaware Bay

The Hudson, the Schuylkill and tip of Cape May

Brandishing glasses and tankards galore

In search of the barley juice up on the shore

And it’s toast to the lassies

And drink to the lads

Remember the women and song that we hadŠ

We’ll fill-up our glasses

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 lassies

And drink to the lads

Remember the women and song that we hadŠ

We’ll fill-up our glasses

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 lassies

And drink to the lads

Remember the women and song that we hadŠ

We’ll fill-up our glasses

And empty the kegs

Then head-out for more on what’s left of our legs

And it’s toast to the lassies

And drink to the lads

Remember the women and song that we hadŠ

We’ll fill-up our glasses

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 lassies 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 !