Armin_Tamzarian wrote: » You only have to get worried when you hear them starting to songs like this one.Well I have been a Provo now for fifteen years or more Of ArmaLites and mortar bombs I thought I knew the score Now we have a weapon that we've never used before The Brits are looking worried and they're going to worry moreTiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA SAM missiles in the skyI started out with petrol bombs and throwing bricks and stones There were a hundred more lads like me I never was alone Soon I learned that bricks and stones won't drive the brits away It wasn't very long before I joined the IRATiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA SAM missiles in the skyThen there came internment in the year of '71 The Brits thought we were beaten that we were on the run On that early august morning they kicked in our back door But for every man they took away they missed twenty moreTiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA SAM missiles in the skyI spent eight years in the cages had time to think and plan Although they locked away a boy I walked out a man There's only one thing that I learned while in a cell I lay The Brits will never leave us until they're blown awayTiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA SAM missiles in the skyAll through the days of hunger strike I watched my comrades die And in the streets of Belfast you could hear the women cry I can't forget the massacre that Friday at Loughgall I salute my fallen comrades as I watch the choppers fallTiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA SAM missiles in the sky
Armin_Tamzarian wrote: » You only have to get worried when you hear the locals starting to sing songs like this one.Well I have been a Provo now for fifteen years or moreOf ArmaLites and mortar bombs I thought I knew the scoreNow we have a weapon that we've never used beforeThe Brits are looking worried and they're going to worry moreTiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RASAM missiles in the skyI started out with petrol bombs and throwing bricks and stonesThere were a hundred more lads like me I never was aloneSoon I learned that bricks and stones won't drive the brits awayIt wasn't very long before I joined the IRATiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RASAM missiles in the skyThen there came internment in the year of '71The Brits thought we were beaten that we were on the runOn that early august morning they kicked in our back doorBut for every man they took away they missed twenty moreTiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RASAM missiles in the skyI spent eight years in the cages had time to think and planAlthough they locked away a boy I walked out a manThere's only one thing that I learned while in a cell I layThe Brits will never leave us until they're blown awayTiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RASAM missiles in the skyAll through the days of hunger strike I watched my comrades dieAnd in the streets of Belfast you could hear the women cryI can't forget the massacre that Friday at LoughgallI salute my fallen comrades as I watch the choppers fallTiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RASAM missiles in the sky
lala stone wrote: » whats the tune??!
Alessandra wrote: » All culchies where I'm from love Tiestos.
An Fear Aniar wrote: » This is where it's at: Happy days!:) .
Armin_Tamzarian wrote: » You only have to get worried when you hear the locals starting to sing songs like this one.Well I have been a Provo now for fifteen years or more Of ArmaLites and mortar bombs I thought I knew the score Now we have a weapon that we've never used before The Brits are looking worried and they're going to worry moreTiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA SAM missiles in the skyI started out with petrol bombs and throwing bricks and stones There were a hundred more lads like me I never was alone Soon I learned that bricks and stones won't drive the brits away It wasn't very long before I joined the IRATiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA SAM missiles in the skyThen there came internment in the year of '71 The Brits thought we were beaten that we were on the run On that early august morning they kicked in our back door But for every man they took away they missed twenty moreTiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA SAM missiles in the skyI spent eight years in the cages had time to think and plan Although they locked away a boy I walked out a man There's only one thing that I learned while in a cell I lay The Brits will never leave us until they're blown awayTiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA SAM missiles in the skyAll through the days of hunger strike I watched my comrades die And in the streets of Belfast you could hear the women cry I can't forget the massacre that Friday at Loughgall I salute my fallen comrades as I watch the choppers fallTiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA SAM missiles in the sky
BVB wrote: » The Town Pants Seven Drunk Nights Lyrics: As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be? Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/PeJm ] I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before.I like this song when im drunk
brummytom wrote: » Absolutely legendary song. You can't beat Ronnie singing it though, even if they're "only allowed to sing 5 of em"
McArmalite wrote: » Seven Drunken Nights actually caused a mega protest from the Catholic church in the 60's who wanted it banned. Apparently the Dubliners brought it out and the church went ape about it as they said it attack on the marriage :eek: !!!! SERIOUS ( Ask your folks if they are old enough to remember )
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