by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless

Take me please I beg you, across the emerald sea, I'm nearly dead from waiting for your hand to reach for me, The day is near upon us, turning a bluish-grey, The air is getting warmer & it's time we h

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless

I'd bet you heads or tails if I could find a coin to toss, Tho they say the coin that can't be found's the coin that cant be lost, If you'd spare a coin old stranger for a pint o liquid gold, I'll reg

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless

She bore half a ton o' sons & had to bury all but one, Who's locked away in prison for not takin' up his gun, Now all she has to comfort her from this day to her last, Are a box of old white feathers

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless

Oh now come fellow traveller, bend an ear t'ward me, Come cease all yer rabble & row, All yer shrill empty laughter is slicin' right through me, And there's feck all so funny no never, no how. Ye'd as

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless

Oh now come fellow traveller, bend an ear t'ward me, Come cease all yer rabble & row, All yer shrill empty laughter is slicin' right through me, And there's feck all so funny no never, no how. Ye'd as

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless

Oh now come fellow traveller, bend an ear t'ward me, Come cease all yer rabble & row, All yer shrill empty laughter is slicin' right through me, And there's feck all so funny no never, no how. Ye'd as

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless Japan Edition

Oh now come fellow traveller, bend an ear t'ward me, Come cease all yer rabble & row, All yer shrill empty laughter is slicin' right through me, And there's feck all so funny no never, no how. Ye'd as

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless

Oh now come fellow traveller, bend an ear t'ward me, Come cease all yer rabble & row, All yer shrill empty laughter is slicin' right through me, And there's feck all so funny no never, no how. Ye'd as

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless

They married in the civic hall, avoiding all the rigmarole, A prick of a man we liked to call ‘Cock-a-doodled-Andy', Drank a pint o' ‘truth-be-told', called the bride a filthy moll, There the part

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless

They married in the civic hall, avoiding all the rigmarole, A prick of a man we liked to call ‘Cock-a-doodled-Andy', Drank a pint o' ‘truth-be-told', called the bride a filthy moll, There the part

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless

They married in the civic hall, avoiding all the rigmarole, A prick of a man we liked to call ‘Cock-a-doodled-Andy', Drank a pint o' ‘truth-be-told', called the bride a filthy moll, There the part

by The Rumjacks on album Sober & Godless Japan Edition

They married in the civic hall, avoiding all the rigmarole, A prick of a man we liked to call ‘Cock-a-doodled-Andy', Drank a pint o' ‘truth-be-told', called the bride a filthy moll, There the part

by The Rumjacks on album Gangs of New Holland

They in their black battalion go, Fit to weep, dressed to kill, to the chapel on the hill, Through the wind and the blistering snow, Unafraid, undisguised, to put pennies in his eyes, The twist of a g

by The Rumjacks on album Gangs of New Holland

They in their black battalion go, Fit to weep, dressed to kill, to the chapel on the hill, Through the wind and the blistering snow, Unafraid, undisguised, to put pennies in his eyes, The twist of a g

by The Rumjacks on album Hung, Drawn & Portered

I'll tell me ma When I go home The boys won't leave The girls alone They pulled my hair They stole my comb But that's alright Til I go home She is handsome she is pretty She is the belle of dublin

by The Rumjacks on album Gangs of New Holland

There's a county map to go on the wall A hurling stick & a shinty ball The bric, the brac, the craic & all Lets call it an Irish pub Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap The Guinness pie & that cabbage cra

by The Rumjacks on album Gangs of New Holland

There's a county map to go on the wall A hurling stick & a shinty ball The bric, the brac, the craic & all Lets call it an Irish pub Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap The Guinness pie & that cabbage cra

by The Rumjacks on album Blows & Unkind Words

Oh now come fellow traveller, bend an ear t'ward me, Come cease all yer rabble & row, All yer shrill empty laughter is slicin' right through me, And there's feck all so funny no never, no how. Ye'd as

by The Rumjacks on album Hung, Drawn & Portered

I'll tell me ma When I go home The boys won't leave The girls alone They pulled my hair They stole my comb But that's alright Til I go home She is handsome she is pretty She is the belle of dublin

by The Rumjacks on album Gangs of New Holland

There's a county map to go on the wall A hurling stick & a shinty ball The bric, the brac, the craic & all Lets call it an Irish pub Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap The Guinness pie & that cabbage cra