As per DF's idea, and today's trend, why not have a good thread to pharm your St. Paddy's day posts in!
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Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
Jophiel wrote:
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Jeszcze Polska nie zgineła,
Kiedy my żyjemy.
Co nam obca przemoc wzieła,
SzablÄ… odbierzemy.
Marsz, marsz, DÄ…browski,
Z ziemi włoskiej do Polski,
Za twoim przewodem
ZÅ‚aczym siÄ™ z narodem.
Przejdziem Wisłe, przejdziem Warte,
Będziem Polakami,
Dał nam przykład Bonaparte,
Jak zwyciężać mamy.
Marsz, marsz, DÄ…browski...
Jak Czarniecki do Poznania
Po szwedzkim zaborze,
Dla ojczyzny ratowania
Wracał się przez morze.
Marsz, marsz, DÄ…browski...
NephthysWanderer the Charming wrote:
In!
Black 47 wrote:
Marchin' down O'Connell Street with the Starry Plough on high
There goes the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky
Leading them is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye
"My name is James Connolly - I didn't come here to die
But to fight for the rights of the working man
The small farmer too.
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, and don't give up your dream
Of a Republic for the workin' class, economic liberty!"
Then Jem yelled out "Oh Citizens, this system is a curse!
An English boss is a monster, an Irish one even worse
They'll never lock us out again and here's the reason why
My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die..."
And now we're in the GPO with the bullets whizzin' by
With Pearse and Sean McDermott biddin' each other goodbye
Up steps our citizen leader and he roars out to the sky
"My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die..."
Oh Lily, I don't want to die, we've got so much to live for
And I know we're all goin' out to get slaughtered, but I just can't take any more
Just the sight of one more child screamin' from hunger in a Dublin slum
Or his mother slavin' fourteen hours a day for the scum
Who exploit her and take her youth and throw it on a factory floor
Oh Lily, I just can't take any more
They've locked us out, they've banned our unions, they even treat their animals better than us
No! It's far better to die like a man on your feet than to live forever like some slave on your knees, Lilly
But don't let them wrap any green flag around me
And for God's sake, don't let them bury me in some field full of harps and shamrocks
And whatever you do, don't let them make a martyr out of me
No! Rather raise the Starry Plough on high, sing a song of freedom
Here's to you, Lily, the rights of man and international revolution!
We fought them to a standstill while the flames lit up the sky
'Til a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the fight
They shot him in Kilmainham jail but they'll never stop his cry
My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die...."
There goes the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky
Leading them is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye
"My name is James Connolly - I didn't come here to die
But to fight for the rights of the working man
The small farmer too.
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, and don't give up your dream
Of a Republic for the workin' class, economic liberty!"
Then Jem yelled out "Oh Citizens, this system is a curse!
An English boss is a monster, an Irish one even worse
They'll never lock us out again and here's the reason why
My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die..."
And now we're in the GPO with the bullets whizzin' by
With Pearse and Sean McDermott biddin' each other goodbye
Up steps our citizen leader and he roars out to the sky
"My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die..."
Oh Lily, I don't want to die, we've got so much to live for
And I know we're all goin' out to get slaughtered, but I just can't take any more
Just the sight of one more child screamin' from hunger in a Dublin slum
Or his mother slavin' fourteen hours a day for the scum
Who exploit her and take her youth and throw it on a factory floor
Oh Lily, I just can't take any more
They've locked us out, they've banned our unions, they even treat their animals better than us
No! It's far better to die like a man on your feet than to live forever like some slave on your knees, Lilly
But don't let them wrap any green flag around me
And for God's sake, don't let them bury me in some field full of harps and shamrocks
And whatever you do, don't let them make a martyr out of me
No! Rather raise the Starry Plough on high, sing a song of freedom
Here's to you, Lily, the rights of man and international revolution!
We fought them to a standstill while the flames lit up the sky
'Til a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the fight
They shot him in Kilmainham jail but they'll never stop his cry
My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die...."
Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
Tim Finnegan lived in Walken Street a gentle Irishman mighty odd
He'd beautiful brogue both rich and sweet to rise in the world he carried a hod
Tim had a bit of a tipplin' way with a love for the liquor Tim was born
And to help him on with his work each day he'd a drop of the cray-thur every more
Chorus:
Whack fol the da will ya dance to your partner,
Welt 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 was heavy which made him shake
He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull and they carried him home his corpse to
wake
Well they laid him out in a nice clean sheet and they laid him out upon the bed
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head
Chorus
Well his friends assembled at the wake and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First the brought in teas and cake then pipes tobacco and whiskey punch
The Widow Malone began to cry "Such a lovely corpse did you ever see?"
"Tim avourneen why did you die?" "Shut your gob!" said Biddy McGee
Chorus
Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job "Biddy," says she, "You're wrong I'm sure."
Biddy fetched her a belt in the gob and left her sprawled out on the floor
Then the war did soon engage woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh-law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began
Chorus
Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head as a noggin' of whiskey flew at him
It missed and fallen on the bed the liquor scattered over Tim
Tim revived see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Sayin' "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes? Thunderin' Jaysus ! Do you think I'm dead?"
Chorus
He'd beautiful brogue both rich and sweet to rise in the world he carried a hod
Tim had a bit of a tipplin' way with a love for the liquor Tim was born
And to help him on with his work each day he'd a drop of the cray-thur every more
Chorus:
Whack fol the da will ya dance to your partner,
Welt 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 was heavy which made him shake
He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull and they carried him home his corpse to
wake
Well they laid him out in a nice clean sheet and they laid him out upon the bed
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head
Chorus
Well his friends assembled at the wake and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First the brought in teas and cake then pipes tobacco and whiskey punch
The Widow Malone began to cry "Such a lovely corpse did you ever see?"
"Tim avourneen why did you die?" "Shut your gob!" said Biddy McGee
Chorus
Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job "Biddy," says she, "You're wrong I'm sure."
Biddy fetched her a belt in the gob and left her sprawled out on the floor
Then the war did soon engage woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh-law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began
Chorus
Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head as a noggin' of whiskey flew at him
It missed and fallen on the bed the liquor scattered over Tim
Tim revived see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Sayin' "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes? Thunderin' Jaysus ! Do you think I'm dead?"
Chorus
Some people are like slinkies, they aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
Southern & Irish, so my contribution is to say Fiddle dee dee.
Quote:
Southern & Irish, so my contribution is to say Fiddle dee dee, y'all!.
In!!!!
MsPaint ftw!
MsPaint ftw!
In Dublin's fair city,
Where girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she pushed her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Now she was a fishmonger,
And sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her mother and father before,
And they each wheeled their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Where girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she pushed her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Now she was a fishmonger,
And sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her mother and father before,
And they each wheeled their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
best drinking song evar remade wrote:
As i was going over
The Kork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell
And his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
I said "Stand and deliver
Or the devil he may take you"
I took all of his money
And it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and
I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me
No Never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman
For you know she tricked me easy
Chorus:
My shots rang dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy'o
Whack for my daddy'o, there's
Whisky in the jar, o
Being drunk and weary
I went to Molly's chamber
Taking my Molly with me
And i never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven
In walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols
And i shot him with both barrels
Chorus
Now some men like the fishing
And some men like fowling
And some men like to hear
The cannonballs are roaring
Me - I like sleeping
Especially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison,
Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Chorus
The Kork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell
And his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
I said "Stand and deliver
Or the devil he may take you"
I took all of his money
And it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and
I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me
No Never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman
For you know she tricked me easy
Chorus:
My shots rang dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy'o
Whack for my daddy'o, there's
Whisky in the jar, o
Being drunk and weary
I went to Molly's chamber
Taking my Molly with me
And i never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven
In walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols
And i shot him with both barrels
Chorus
Now some men like the fishing
And some men like fowling
And some men like to hear
The cannonballs are roaring
Me - I like sleeping
Especially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison,
Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Chorus
Edit: Interwebs lyrics are sometimes incorrect
Edited, Fri Mar 17 15:09:42 2006 by Elderon
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Edited, Fri Mar 17 15:06:57 2006 by Frakkor
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Edited, Fri Mar 17 15:06:57 2006 by Frakkor
Sir Exodus wrote:
In!!!!
MsPaint ftw!
MsPaint ftw!
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I need to make a fat dancing leprechaun
I need to make a fat dancing leprechaun
In.
Rate ups for everyone (except Neph) because this is as close as I will probably ever get to a St. Paddy's day drunken orgy.
You sages suck. 
MentalFrog wrote:
You sages suck.
I had Shepard's Pie for SPD Lunch it was good. It was seasoned with sage.
Alma wrote:
I lost my post
Is drinking wine on St. Patrick's Day not festive enough? I know it's not an Irish drink but, shouldn't getting hammered be festive enough?
fenderputy the Shady wrote:
Is drinking wine on St. Patrick's Day not festive enough? I know it's not an Irish drink but, shouldn't getting hammered be festive enough?
What about smoking the green?
I'm too lazy to upload an avatar for one day. However, Mad Scientist's Union has a little green in it, and you can pretend it's somewhat Celtic shaped.
It's a compromise.
Nexa
It's a compromise.
Nexa
“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
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― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
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