Enniscorthy in a bottle that is what i need
To take me back to a place with the pastures green
A place where the waters as blue as the sky
That is where im going tonight
You can dance you can sing you can come along
To the land called ireland where you can feel at home
There one way to get there if were going tonight
Well drink more of the rare old stuff and get to feeling right

Away im going im halfway through the door
So I guess its time we drink some more
Away im going as ireland calls me name
After 1 more drink it wont be the same be the same

Enniscorthy in a bottle that is what i need
To take me back to a place where the funs guaranteed
Where you can walk into a pub and hear the fiddles play
You can sit out on the countryside and get drunk all day
The people are all friendly and they all say hello
If your ready for ireland then come on lets go
Cause theres one way to get there if were going tonight
Thats to drink more of the rare old stuff and get to feeling right

Everytime I get back up I just fall back down
Everytime it seems ok thats when I start to drown
Is it wrong is it right where am I tonight
I need a bottle maybe 12 just to feel alright

Drink Drink Drink drink it down
Drink Drink Drink for me
Drink Drink Drink drink to drown
Drink Drink Drink everybody

If everything goes wrong today like the day before
Will you still be standing there or walk out the door
I dont know someone tell me I need some answers please
Is there meaning to this life or just behans philosophies

Oh fare thee well my friend ill never see the likes of you again
Give me one last kiss and well go our own ways
Your far away from me ill remember you how about me
Will I be in your mind or just the last in line

It was a cold December night
Too much drinkin to get to feelin right
But something felt wrong
Thats when she came along
Then I heard her say
Hey tonight where you gonna stay
I couldnt think I had no time
Then she said tonight your mine

I had no choice but to leave with this girl
It was just for a night but it changed my world
It makes me wonder how life would be
If I lived a life like she does she does
she done fucked me

Later on the bar closed down
Go with her or get stuck downtown
She grabbed me by the arm
Her eyes full of charm
Then I heard her say
Hey tonight your with me ok
I couldnt think I had no time
Then she said tonight your mine

Take me back to that open road
Where it leads ill never know
Take me back to that place ive been
Where I said id never be again

So raise your glasses to thee
Celebrate another drunken year for me

Everybodys gonna get drunk tonight
Were gonna drink and fight Hey Hey Hey
Everybodys gonna get drunk tonight
Everything will be alright

Play me a jig sing me a tune
My dear friend this shots for you
Feel it burn as it goes down
But watch out here comes another round

Drink until you cant see
Celebrate another drunken year for me

The place youve been is the place youll be
The questions come but no one answers thee
Why we drink when were told not to
I guess thats just what were born to do

So raise your glasses to thee
Celebrate another drunken year for me

Life is worse than a bad habit or disease
You cant stay away but its so hard to please
Sometimes I try to do things right
But im the same damn person and its just another night
Of smokin and drinkin with my friends
Talkin about the good times and where they ever went yeah
Everytime I try to do things right
I fuck up in the end

My whole life passed me by
I could never change my wicked ways

I take everyday as it comes
But everyday just brings more problems
This life has so many things
To drive a man insane

So tell me now where do I go
It cant get any harder when I have no one to turn to
But irish whiskey beer
And my guitar

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet
An to rise to the world he carried a hod
He had sort of a tipplers way
For the love of the liquor poor tim was born
To help him on his way each day
He had a drop of the craythur every morn

One morning Tim got rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull
Oh they carried him home his corpse to wake
Wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
Laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head

Whack for the da now dance to your partner
Round the floor your trotters shake
Bend an ear to the truth I tell you
We had lots of fun at Finnegans Wake

His friends assembled at the wake
And widow Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tea and cake
Then pipes tobacco whiskey punch
Biddy OBrien began to cry
Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see
Tim auvreem why did you die
Will you hold your gob said Paddy McGee

Then Maggie OConner took up the cry
O Biddy says youre wrong im sure
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And sent her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon enrage
Twas woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began

Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim
Timothy risen up he risen
Jumped like a trojan from the bed
Saying will ye walup each girl and boy
Tunderin Jesus do you think Im dead

Gather round me boys gather round me boys
Its time to drink alright
Gather round me boys gather round me boys
Its another saturday night
The week has past now well have a blast
Well get drunk and shout
But just make sure that we dont run out
Of that rare auld extra stout

Gather round and fill your glasses
But do one thing for me
If you get a hold of that triple X
Better save some for me
We like it red we like it black
We love that extra stout
But when its late and its closin time
It makes us wanna shout

Hey dont close down yet weve only just begun
Theres still more beer to drink so theres still more fun
We can play all night long as long as the people shout
And as long as the bar doesnt run out of that rare auld extra stout

Gather round and listen up
To what I have to say
When its last call for alcohol
Thats when we all say nay
And at the end of every single night
The bar tries to kick us out
But when its late and its closin time
Were all gonna shout

Red Dog Anheiser
Mickeys and Budweiser
Natural Light and Natural Ice
hell any Beer will suffice

Beer is good Beer is great
There is no Beer that I hate
Hell even if its warm
I will not hesitate

Fosters Labatte Blue
Little Kings and Molson too
Miller High Life Genuine Draft
Lotsa Beer straight from the tap

40s Blatz Red White and Blue
Cant forget Guinness too
Keystone will do just fine
Magnum a dollar 29

I remember when I was about 12 years old
I said daddyo wont you give me a cold one
He got me my beer and he got me my rum
Back in those days we had some fun yeah
Sitting in the car with the radio on
Wed be drinking till the early morn
But now those days are long gone

Sitting under a full moon
Drinking with my dad tonight
Sitting under a full moon
Everythings gonna be alright

Now so many years have went bye
I still remember those days to my surprise
Times have changed and the car is gone
But wed still drink to the early morn
Until the other day when he passed away
For me yeah that was a real bad day
But he finally made his way home

I wake up every other day
With my friends at the window sayin Hey Hey Hey
Let us in or get your ass out here
Its time to drink some beer
And look what we have for you to enjoy
Some beer for breakfast Oi Oi Oi
Sometimes I feel like saying go away
But I end up drinking anyway

We will be drinking tonight
Just like the night before
We will be drinking tonight
Until we pass out on the floor

Tomorrow will be just like yesterday
With my friends at the window sayin Hey Hey Hey
This liquid bread it will do you fine
And we know that you cant decline
So open the door so we can employ
The finest drinking methods Oi Oi Oi
Sometimes Im still drunk from the other day
But I end up drinking anyway

Theres many things that I forgot through my life
But theres one thing that wont leave
Thats the memory of my grandpa standing in that old house
Playing that old six string

Yeah he could play the guitar
The one he handed down to me
So now I can play as you see
And everytime I play it feels like hes standing with me

Grandpa was a dedicated farming man
Nothing special like a surgeon or a king
But when the day was done hed have a little fun
And hed go grab that old six string

He could pluck a banjo mighty fine
And he sures hell could sing
But there was nothing ever quite like
When hed play that old six string

O where shall I gae seek my bred?
Or where shall I gae wander?
O where shall I gae hide my head?
For here I'll bide nae langer.
The seas may row, the winds may blow,
And swathe me round in danger,
My native land I must forego,
And roam a lonely stranger.

The glen that was my father's own,
Must be, by his, forsaken,
And the house that was my father's home
Is leveled with the brake.
Ochon ochon, our glory's oer,
Stole by a mean deceiver,
Our hands are on the broad claymore,
But might is broke forever.

And thou my prince, my injured prince,
Thy people have disowned thee,
Have hunted and have driven thee hence
With ruined chiefs around thee.
Though hard beset, when I forget
Thy fate, young helpless rover,
This broken heart shall cease to beat
And all its griefs be over.

Farewell, farewell, dear Caledon
Land of Gael no longer!
A stranger fills thy ancient throne,
In guile and treachery stronger.
Thy brave, thy just, fall in the dust,
On ruin's brink they quiver,
Heaven's pitying ee is closed on thee,
Adieu, adieu forever.

They left on a ship about 1850
They didnt want to but they still had to leave
They sailed the harsh sea boys sailed the sea
Thats how some ended up in this country
The ships that they sailed were more like their graves
They still call them coffin ships to this day
Many didnt make it to see their new homes
So throughout the ocean their ghosts may roam

I send out a prayer to all you brave men
Who lost your lives back then
I send out a prayer to bless your souls
May God be with you all

England was the monster destroy and supress
And what did it do but just make a big mess
Of homeless and starving even the dead
Some that escaped painted the sea red
The Great Irish Famine call it what you will
The problem that left too many dead or ill
Many didnt make it to see their new homes
So throughout the ocean their ghosts may roam

I send out a prayer to all you brave men
Who lost your lives back then
I send out a prayer for the suffer to cease
So you may rest in peace