1. |
Irish All the Same
01:32
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It's right around that time of year
Of mothers' bane and drunkards' cheer
As sober thoughts become less clear
It's the liquor that's to blame
We celebrate first days of spring
We dance, we eat, we drink, and we sing
We forget about what Monday brings
And our parents, they do the same
So raise a pint of Guinness black
Drink to memories of those we lack
Pray the clocks will stop, turn back
And say a prayer in Paddy's name
And to those who don't reside southside
You too can share our Irish pride
With us you drink until sunrise
Today we're Irish all the same
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2. |
John Ryan's Polka
00:59
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3. |
Tell Me Ma
02:43
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I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They cut my hair and they stole my comb
But that's alright 'til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is a'courtin' one-two-three
Please mother tell me who is she
Now Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
They're knocking on the door and ringin' on the bell
Saying "oh my true love are you well"
Down she comes as white as snow
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old Johnny Murphy says she'll die
If she don't get the fellow with the roving eye
Let the wind and the rain and the hail come high
And the snow come shoveling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
And she'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she goes home
Let them all come as they will
It's Albert Mooney she loves still
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4. |
Dirty Old Town
03:36
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I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
It's a dirty old town
Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Springs a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town
It's a dirty old town
I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
I smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
It's a dirty old town
I'm gonna make me a big sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
It's a dirty old town
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
It's a dirty old town
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5. |
Humors of Whiskey
00:49
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Come guess me this riddle, what beats pipe and fiddle
What's hotter than mustard and milder than cream
What best wets your whistle, what's clearer than crystal
Sweeter than honey and stronger than steam
What can make the dumb talk, what can make the lame walk
What's the elixir of life and philosopher's stone
And what helped Mr. Brunnell to dig the Thames Tunnel
Sir wasn't it whiskey from old Inisowen
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
And boys, it's no wonder, if lightning and thunder
Was made from the plunder of whiskey me boys
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6. |
Finnegan's Wake
04:45
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Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
A gentleman Irish, but mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see Tim had a sort of a tipplin' way
With a love of the liquor he was born
To send him on his way each day
A drop of the craythur every morn'
Whack fol the da now dance to your partner
'Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
One morning Tim felt rather full
His head felt heavy and it made him shake
He fell from the ladder and broke his skull
And they carried him home, his corpse to wake
They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
They laid him out upon the bed
Wit' a bottle of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head
Whack fol the da now dance to your partner
'Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
His friends assembled at the wake
Mrs. Finnegan, she called for lunch
First brought tea, then cake
Then pipe tobacco and whiskey punch
Then Biddy O'Brien began to cry
"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see
Tim avourneen, why'd you die?"
"Shut your gob!" Said Paddy McGee
Whack fol the da now dance to your partner
'Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"Biddy," says she, "you're wrong I'm sure"
Biddy up and belt her in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
And civil war did then engage
'Twas woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
A row and a ruction soon began
Whack fol the da now dance to your partner
'Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
Mickey O'Donnell ducked his head
When a bottle of whiskey flew at him
It missed and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim
Bedad he rivives, see how he rises
Timothy rising from the dead
Saying "Whirl your whisky 'round like blazes
Thundering Jaysus, you think I'm dead?!"
Whack fol the da now dance to your partner
'Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
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7. |
Rover Interlude
00:54
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8. |
The Wild Rover
03:25
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Well I've been the wild rover for many a year
And I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
Now I'm returning with gold in great store
And never will I play the wild rover no more
And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more
I went into an ale house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me "Nay,
Such a custom as yours I could have any day"
And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more
I pulled out of me pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes shone wide with delight
She said "I have whiskeys and wines on the best
And the words that I said they were only in jest"
And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more
I'll go home to me parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And when they caress me as oft times before
Oh never will I play the wild rover no more
And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more
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9. |
Monday
03:05
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I have not been home since Monday
No, the county took me in
I have not been home since Monday
And I reek of beer and gin
I have not been home since Monday
And I don't plan to return
For the pub is where I live
'Til I'm sitting in me urn
I have not been home since Monday
Playing sessions night and day
My voice and fingers hurt me
But the craic has been mighty
I have not been home since Monday
I'm too wired from the Wren
Don't know if I can sleep
'Til it comes around again
I have not been home since Monday
I've been drowning in the booze
Took a month off drinking
Now I'm waking up to brews
I have not been home since Monday
Feel as good as I can be
You may think I need a bed
But this bar stool's good for me
I have not been home since Monday
'Cause parade day's coming soon
Been shaking with excitement
From me cap to pantaloons
I have not been home since Monday
And the Sunday coming next
I'll be downing pints of Guinness
In a room of drunken friends
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10. |
Fields of Athenry
04:30
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By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
"Michael they have taken you away
For you stole Trevelyan's corn
So the young may see the morn
Now prison ships lie waiting in the bay"
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
So lonely 'round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
"Nothing matters Mary when you're free
Against the famine and the crown
I rebelled, they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity"
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
So lonely 'round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely harbor wall
She watched the last star falling
As the prison ships sailed out against the sky
So she'll live and hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
So lonely 'round the fields of Athenry
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11. |
Drunken Sailor
01:55
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What do ya do with a drunken sailor
What do ya do with a drunken sailor
What do ya do with a drunken sailor
Early in the morning
Way, hey, and up she rises
Way, hey, and up she rises
Way, hey, and up she rises
Early in the morning
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Early in the morning
Way, hey, and up she rises
Way, hey, and up she rises
Way, hey, and up she rises
Early in the morning
Stick him in a longboat 'til he's sober
Stick him in a longboat 'til he's sober
Stick him in a longboat 'til he's sober
Early in the morning
Way, hey, and up she rises
Way, hey, and up she rises
Way, hey, and up she rises
Early in the morning
Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter
Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter
Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter
Early in the morning
Way, hey, and up she rises
Way, hey, and up she rises
Way, hey, and up she rises
Early in the morning
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
Early in the morning
Way, hey, and up she rises
Way, hey, and up she rises
Way, hey, and up she rises
Early in the morning
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12. |
Auld Triangle
02:59
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A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing
While those mice were squealing in my prison cell
And the auld triangle
Went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the royal canal
To begin the morning the screw was ballin'
Oh get up you bowsy and clean out your cell
And the auld triangle
Went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the royal canal
In that female prison there are 75 women
It is among those women that I wish I did dwell
And the auld triangle
Could go jingle jangle
All along the banks of the royal canal
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13. |
Black Velvet Band
04:33
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In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound
And many an hour's sweet happiness
Have I spent in that neat little town
A sad misfortune came o'er me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll down Broadway
Meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid
Traipsing along the highway
She was both fair and handsome
Her neck it was just like a swan's
And her hair it hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid
And the gentleman passing us by
Well I knew she meant the doing of him
By the look in her roguish black eye
A gold watch she took from his pocket
And placed it right into my hand
And the very next thing that I said was
"Bad luck to the black velvet band"
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band
Before the judge and the jury
Next morning I was to appear
The judge said to me "Young man
Your case it is proven quite clear.
We'll give seven years penal servitude
To be spent far away from the land
Far away from your friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band
So come all you jolly young fellows
And take ye this warning by me
When you're out on the town me lads
Beware of them pretty colleens
They'll fill you with whiskey and porter
Until you're unable to stand
And the very next thing that you know
You've landed in Van Diemens Land
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14. |
O'Tool Interlude
00:17
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15. |
The Rattlin' Bog
05:38
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Oh, row, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-oh
Rare bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-oh
In that bog there was a hole,
A rare hole and a rattlin' hole
...
In that hole there was a tree,
A rare tree and a rattlin' tree
...
On that tree there was a limb,
A rare limb and a rattlin' limb
...
On that limb there was a branch,
A rare branch and a rattlin' branch
...
On that branch there was a twig,
A rare twig and a rattlin' twig
...
On that twig there was a nest,
A rare nest and a rattlin' nest
...
In that nest there was an egg,
A rare egg and a rattlin' egg
...
On that egg there was a bird,
A rare bird and a ratllin' bird
...
On that bird there was a feather,
A rare feather and a rattlin' feather
...
On that feather there was a flea,
A rare flea and a rattlin' flea
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In that flea there was a cell,
A rare cell and a rattlin' cell
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16. |
Irish Blessing
01:20
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May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always with you
May the sun shine warm on you always
Until we meet again
May the rain fall softly on you
May the hand of God uphold you
May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always with you
May the sun shine warm on you always
Until we meet again
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17. |
Chipotle #2
03:50
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Motel Breakfast Chicago, Illinois
Motel Breakfast is:
Conor Brennan
Drue Devente
Jimmy Drenovsky
Jesse Nasadowski
Mick
O'Donnell
Motel Breakfast formed in 2017 and began by playing the Midwest college circuit, growing notable reputations in Chicago, Milwaukee, and Madison. The band is currently workshopping new material as they prepare their next phase.
Inquiries/booking: motelbreakfast@gmail.com
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