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see that smokin' bowl before you
mark our glorius rebelry round and round take up a Coro and in raptures loudly sing a fig by the law protected liberty's a glorius feast the court for the coward erected and the church was built to please the priest |
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| 2:47 |
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enjoy what'chas got, not what you have not
'tis a weak heart lamenting with sorrow when the days seem cursed, it could always be worse fight depression with sword and arrow when the zeppelinous clouds of trouble abound and thunder is clapping and lightning strikes ground just when yer thinking this may be your last throw a lash 'round the mast, hold fast! when the world ain't right, and it smithes ye with strife ye can now buckle down, it's a test they call life very soon you will see what kind of animal you'd be taking the bite outta life when they're testing the gallows, yer hung like a dog or they're marching us out to a firing squad we just smile and recall all the good times we had it's the best 'til tomorrow it's the best day 'til tomorrow no considering surrender when yer down in the dregs if ye look down and notice you still have your legs so stand up and fight you just might seize the day it's the best day 'til tomorrow |
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| 2:00 | 
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| 2:37 |
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i'm living up in Canada, and i'm Canadian
Scottish Canadian with opportunity i could have been a manager of a brewery making beer for everyone but most of all for me my father was a soda jerk, my mom an office clerk but neither one of those was good enough for me i could have moved into the hill, and ran a few stills and made a fortune selling hooch beyond the law pour decisions, a punk musician just ain't as cute at 53 i used to be a lumberjack, and i'm ok with that i wore suspenders, little panties, and a bra i used to be a socialist, a sort of communist now i'm a pessimist and i don't care at all i could have been a minister, a holy predator a man of faith you really wouldn't want to meet perhaps a Scientologist, just as a hobbyist and start a cult that's turning people into sheep pour decisions, a punk musician just ain't as cute at 53 i have forsaken money makin' yeah, you still wish you were me |
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| 5. |
| 2:16 |
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i hate my band they are what i am
they're filthy deceitful from fire to pan and when i look back on what they've done to my life they've cost me my dog, my job, and my wife i hate my band more than you could know they take yer mother and coercer to sew the holes in their socks and even their kilts they've spoiled the mil before it's been spilt but don't get me wrong they're goods lads at heart halos and horns, they got pitchforks and harps i'm singin' you the story so that it be told i toured as a young man, they made me old i hate my band it's always the same they waste all my time and they force me to play when the concert is over the music is done we constantly battle cuz 'it's half the fun but don't get me wrong they're goods lads at heart halos and horns, they got pitchforks and harps i'm singin' you the story so that it be told i toured as a young man, they made me old i hate my band for all and for one if we didn't sing it there'd be nae song at all when finally alone and safe in my grave i comfort to know that i may have escaped so do me a favor when i've played my hand inscribe on my tombstone "i hate my band." |
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| 6. |
| 2:09 |
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The sun was setting in the west, The birds were singing on every tree, All nature seemed inclined for to rest But still there was no rest for me. I grieve to leave my native land, I grieve to leave my comrades all, And my parents whom I held so dear, And the bonnie, bonnie lassie that I do adore. Farewell to Nova Scotia, your sea-bound coast, Let your mountains dark and dreary be. For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed, Will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me? The drums they do beat and the wars to alarm, The captain cries, we must obey. So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms, For it's early in the morning I am far, far away. Farewell to Nova Scotia, your sea-bound coast, Let your mountains dark and dreary be. For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed, Will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me? I have three brothers and they are at rest, Their arms are crossed up on their breast. But a poor simple sailor just like me, Must be tossed and driven on the cold black sea. Farewell to Nova Scotia, your sea-bound coast, Let your mountains dark and dreary be. For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed, Will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me? Will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me? Will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me? |
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| 2:02 |
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well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off
well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off you're like a herd of bloody swine that refuse to leave the trough you'll get no more this evening so you better bugger off you've been a splendid audience but aye your time has passed so don't you all be letting that door hit you in the ass you've been a splendid audience but oh enough is enough we'd take it very kindly if you'd all just bugger off well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off (fuck you) well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off (fuck you) you're like a herd of fuckin' swine that refuse to leave the trough you'll get no more this evening so you better bugger off here's to all the smokin' vixens waitin' for the band thinkin' maybe one of them might make a one night stand but please don't take offense, because this song is not for you we'd be happy to oblige you when this fuckin' crap is through well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off you're like a herd of fuckin' swine that refuse to leave the trough you'll get no more this evening so you better bugger off now you've promised the ladies a night of love and bliss when truth be known you're far too drunk to stand up straight and piss so give it up you fuckin' wad oh cunt you'll not be laid the sooner you were out of here the quicked we'll be paid you'll get no more this evening stinkin' fuckers bugger off so haul your asses out of here you cunts and bugger off |
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| 2:21 |
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too many towns, so many years
billions of parties and all the whisky please forgive me if i tend to forget but i can't remember your name ah your face, think i remember didn't i meet you last December? in a tinkin' squat, or a parking lot aye it's good to see you again we've had good times and if you'd kindly remind i just might remember your name but after knocking back 10,000 shots all you punks look the same ah your face, think i remember didn't i meet you last December? in a tinkin' squat, or a parking lot perhaps we met but maybe not |
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| 9. |
| 2:38 |
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got the gear out in the van
13 years of punk rock and roll and we got time for the fans got the gear up on the stage 13 years we play the show then down the road again got my empties out the door 13 bucks in bottles and i'm off to the liquor store we're comin' over the way with a highland malt and haggis and drambie flambe so we drove like the devil with a whip and a hoe cashed in our bottles and we got some more we arrived on time full on in kilts |
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| 2:03 |
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there once was a wee laddie-o who lived not so very long ago
who had a brother with a heart of gold, they soon grew into men the younger had never walked, because of this he never had the brighter view and attitude, curse to live in a wheelie chair days went by, the story goes, they got the gift for making clothes shirts and britches, coats and socks, bluses, kilts and hats and socks one day after closing shop his brother wheeled him for a drop down at the pub when the locals drink, speaking in low tones tailor, tailor, all alone in the tavern sewing clothes tailor, tailor, don't believe in things that walk at night well he sat there sipping, mended clothes listening to those who'd never spent the night beside the stone and graves on haunted hill he said "Roll me up, we'll make a bet, i'll spend the night all by myself to prove there ain't no ghosts that haunt the stones on graveyard hill" tailor, tailor, all alone in the tavern sewing clothes tailor, tailor, don't believe in things that walk at night believe in things that haunt the moonlight well he sat there in the moonlight, he sat there mending clothes he was shocked to see a big skeleton standing in the graveyard 10 feet tall he tried to kill the tailor, but he glanced him smashing stones he took his flight for his life and walked around for evermore tailor, tailor, all alone in the tavern sewing clothes tailor, tailor, don't believe in things that walk at night believe in things that haunt the moonlight |
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| 1:38 |
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Gin in body meet a body
Comin' through the rye Gin in body meet a body Nae a body cry Elke a lassie ha'e a laddie Nae they say ha'e i When all the lassies smile at me When comin' thro' the rye Gin in body meet a body Comin' frae the toon Gin in body meet a body Nae a body frown |
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| 12. |
| 1:23 |
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| 13. |
| 3:03 |
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a noble whale ship and commander
called the Catalpa, they say she sailed into Western Australia and took six poor Fenians away so come all you screw warders and jailers remember Perth regatta day take care of the rest of your Fenians or the Yankees will steal them away you kept them in Western Australia till their hair it began to turn grey when a Yank from the States of America came out here and stole them away now all the Perth boats were a-racing and making short tacks fot the spot but the Yankee she tacked into Fremantle and took the best prize of the lot so come all you screw warders and jailers remember Perth regatta day take care of the rest of your Fenians or the Yankees will steal them away the Georgette armed with bold warriors went out the poor Yanks to arrest but she hoisted her star-spangled banner saying you'll not board me i guess so remember those six Fenians colonial and sing o'er these few verses with skill and remember the Yankee that stole them and the home that they left on the hill so come all you screw warders and jailers remember Perth regatta day take care of the rest of your Fenians or the Yankees will steal them away |
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