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I've never opened the bar before so I have NO idea what I'm doing even attempting it. We need GREEN beer! Lots and lots of green beer. I've started the corned beef and cabbage a stewin'. Should be ready in a few hours. So b'gosh and b'gorrah. Let's dance a jig! Mario's dancing with some leprechauns! Everyone join in :D
Gladly!! How about some fine Irish whiskey?? with a splash of 7up would be Bonnie!!
The Corned beef smells wonderful! Just the thing for a weary Doc!
I have brought the soda bread and the cracked mustard, along with the turnips and carrot casserole.
Well, while we're playing with stereotypes........
Anyone want to join in a song?
Another Irish Drinking Song
Gather ’round, ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while
And harken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle
Let’s all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone
And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song
Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox
Me brother drank the whiskey ’til he wound up in a box
Me other brother in the Troubles met with his demise
Me sister has forever closed her smiling Irish eyes
CHORUS
Now everybody’s died
So until our tears are dried
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink
And then we’ll drink some more
We’ll dance and sing and fight
Until the early morning light
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinking once again
Kenny was killed in Kilkenny and Claire, she died in Clare
Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air
Shannon jumped into the River Shannon back in June
Ernie fell into the Erne, and Tom is in the Toome
“Cleanliness is godliness,” me Uncle Pat would sing
He broke his neck a’slippin’ on a bar of Irish Spring
O’Grady, he was 80, though his bride was just a pup
He died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up
CHORUS
Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the cliffs of old Doneen
He took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen
Crazy Uncle Mike believed he was a leprechaun
In fact he’s just a leper, and his arms and legs are gone
When Timmy Johnson broke his neck, it was a cryin’ shame
He wasn’t really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame
McNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit
But he was just a Scotsman, so nobody gave a ****
CHORUS
Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar
The road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his car
Irony was what befell me Great Grand-Uncle Sam
He choked upon the very last potato in the land
Conner lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms
Until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms
And dear old Father Flanagan, who left the Lord’s employ
Drunk on sacramental wine, beneath the altar boy
CHORUS
Someday soon I’ll leave this world of pain and toil and sin
The Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin
Me only wish is, when the Savior comes for me and you
He kills the cast of Riverdance and Michael Flatley too
CHORUS
I guess I never relinquished my barstool from Thursday #202 ...
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Well! I have never been so insulted in all my life! You can keep your lousy green Irish whiskey, thank you LH. Clean the drains with it for all I care - it's all it's fit for.
*flounces off leaving the washing up undone.*
Who has green whiskey?? EEwwwww I will stick to a fine Irish whiskey! Now for that green beer......... I always wondered if that happens before or after the eggs turn green with the ham?
Think I will just start some coffee and see about this washing up............Karen ??why did you take the suds for the sink? and the sponge?? :eek:
LH where did you FIND that whiskey?? Looks over at Lady wearing a very telltale Cat Hat :p
Ahhhhh...forget about the bloody washing up Killearn. You can sit in the corner with me and we'll share a good bottle of Scotch ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Killearn Kitties
The rest of them can have that green poison..........it's probably made from blight infested potatoes anyway....lol
Wombat
Green whisky?
Damn, grabbed the wrong bottle, sorry guys.
Here's some Tullamore dew for the Orange among us, and some Bushmills for those of the Green persuasion!
That's what I get for reaching into the L+F without a light!
BTW, KK, how many times do we have to tell you?
WARN us before you start flouncing!
The colour of the whisky wasn't really the issue, rather the gratuitous insult to Scottish persons in your drinking song. :p
I may take my hypoallergenic ginger (before things get further confused) kitten and drink elsewhere! :D
No no! It's best to take them by surprise.Quote:
Originally Posted by Lady's Human
:p Well I am game for some Cornbeef & Cabbage.. I think I will stick with my Long Island Tea w/some Green food coloring.. Mario no I did not say anything about you drinking the food coloring.. :rolleyes: Oh for pete's sake look at you Mario now you have GREEN HAIR.. :D Ok now where was we here at the Bar..
Just remember everyone, Green beer is okay, not great, but okay. Green corned beef is definitely, definitely not.
Hubby and I are really looking forward to the day this year. Grandparents are taking darling Mims for the day and we do whatever we like!
Aye barkeep, pass me a pint o' Guinness...tis the best beer in all the land! ;)
Whiskey in the Jar -
As I was a-goin' over Gilgarra Mountain
I spied Colonel Farrell, and his money he was countin'.
First I drew my pistols and then I drew my rapier,
Sayin' "Stand and deliver, for I am your bold receiver."
Musha ringum duram da,
Whack fol the daddy-o,
There's whiskey in the jar.
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny;
I put it in my pocket to take home to darlin' Jenny.
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me,
Bu the devil take the women, for they always lie so easy!
Musha rungum duram da
I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber,
To dream of gold and girls, and of course it was no wonder:
Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,
Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
Musha rungum duram da
Next mornin' early, before I rose for travel,
A-came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell.
I goes to draw my pistol, for she'd stole away my rapier,
But a prisoner I was taken, I couldn't shoot the water.
Musha rungum duram da
They put me into jail with a judge all a-writin':
For robbin' Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain.
But they didn't take me fists and I knocked the jailer down
And bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town.
Musha ringum duram da
I'd like to find me brother, the one who's in the army;
I don't know where he's stationed, be it Cork or in Killarney.
Together we'd go roamin' o'er the mountains of Kilkenny,
And I swear he'd treat me fairer than my darlin' sportin' Jenny!
Musha ringum duram da
There's some takes delight in the carriages and rollin',
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin',
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
Courtin' pretty maids in the mornin', o so early!
Musha ringum duram da
"Musha rungum duram da" the last time I was heard to be sayin' that I was cut off from the bar!!! Faith & begorra I will not be sayin' thems words again!!