by The Tossers on album Communication And Conviction: Last Seven Years

The cold ground was my bed last night, With a breeze so hard it could kill With friends like these, who needs to die? So I stay here for the thrill My last five pounds to get me home Well, get me som

by The Tossers on album Communication And Conviction: Last Seven Years

Well, I've been there, seven drunken nights Uh hmm, I've been there seven drunken nights, seven drunken days Uh hmm Oh, as I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a horse outside

by The Tossers on album The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death

Well, last night I lie all in my dreams When a rap at the door it startled me And I heard those footsteps on the stairs And I bade her, please come in Well, come in, come in, my roving friend Come in

by The Tossers on album On a Fine Spring Evening

I put my shoes on backward on the way out to a dance Then I had to go back home cause I forgot my pants I bought my love a ring and I professed my love of course We were not yet married and she wanted

by The Tossers on album Communication And Conviction: Last Seven Years

When gone the road to sweet athy, Hurroo, hurroo, When gone the road to sweet athy, Hurroo, hurroo When gone the road to sweet athy, With a stick in my hand, a drop in my eye. Oh, don't you love, now

by The Tossers on album Communication And Conviction: Last Seven Years

by The Tossers on album Communication And Conviction: Last Seven Years

Where the hell do you get these names from? D'Ampton worm? I like my Guinnesses plural. ...Shit. John D'Ampton went a-fishing once, a-fishing in the weir, He caught a fish upon his hook he thought l

by The Tossers on album On a Fine Spring Evening

In the merry month of May, from my home I started, Left the girls of Tuam, nearly broken hearted, Saluted father dear, kissed my darlin' mother, Drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother,

by The Tossers on album The Emerald City

Come and fill up you glasses with Whiskey and beer And my god bless and keep every one of you here May he fill your hearts with love and then may you prosper in this live again and again and again

by The Tossers on album On a Fine Spring Evening

O where are you now my love of mine I've had every drop of my brandy and wine Until I am safe within your arms My tears fill all of my days O say that you won't leave me and say you won't deceive me.

by The Tossers on album The Emerald City

The autumn wind is howling at the door but kettle's on and the house is warm and full of friends ans family here to welcome you mo chroì So be easy and be free Sláinte a cailìn mo chroì (g

by The Tossers on album The First League Out From Land (EP)

Oh poor old Dicey Riley, she has taken to the sup Poor old Dicey Riley, she will never give it up It's off each morning to the pub And she drops in for another little drop Oh the heart of the rowl has

by The Tossers on album Communication And Conviction: Last Seven Years

by The Tossers on album Communication And Conviction: Last Seven Years

by The Tossers on album The First League Out From Land (EP)

I remember the night that he came in From the wintry cold and damp A giant of a man in an oilskin coat And the bundle that told he was a tramp He stood at the bar and he called a pint Then turned and

by The Tossers on album The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death

[First part is a poem written by Brendan Kennelly and it is called "Clearing A Space". The song was written by Bono and Simon Carmody, and performed by Ronnie Drew.] I met her up on Leeson Street of

by The Tossers on album The Emerald City

On St. Patrick's Day Would you care to walk with me Once more tonight Old streets we knows become a new delight Where the wildcats prowl And the young men howl Through every darkened door From

by The Tossers on album The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death

Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure A massing treasure, why scrape and save? Why look so canny at every penny? You'll take no money within the grave Landlords and gentry with all their plenty M

by The Tossers on album The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death

We'll live out our lives on this dirty old street Only because we just can't compete But in the concrete of our younger days We left our names, our names Just like the people before When they reached

by The Tossers on album The Emerald City

I was born in the USA Born on the southside of Chicago town And on warm summer nights we would all gather 'round Away from irish parents eyes In the dark with lovers and friends hoping it wou