by Gaelic Storm on album Cabbage

Chorus: Here comes Chucky Timm Get your drinking boots on Here comes Chucky Timm Get your drinking boots on Pick up your walking papers Take off your dancing shoes Get a big slice of humble pie Or a

by Gaelic Storm on album Gaelic Storm

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by Gaelic Storm on album Full Irish: The Best of Gaelic Storm 2004 – 2014

Here's a little story about someone that you know, He was a right famous fella by the name of Russell Crowe I was workin' at a pub and he was smokin at the bar and that's a crime as you all know in Ca

by Gaelic Storm on album Gaelic Storm

The Diamond is a ship me lads, For the Davis Straits she's bound And the Quay it is all garnished With bonnie lassies round Captain Thompson gives the order To sail the ocean wide Where the sun

by Gaelic Storm on album Gaelic Storm

I'll tell me ma when I gone home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair, they stole me comb But that's alright till I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She's the belle of Belfast

by Gaelic Storm on album Gaelic Storm

Gather up the pots and the old tin cans The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran Then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney Now keep your eyes well peeled

by Gaelic Storm on album Gaelic Storm

Well in the merry month of June, From my home I started, Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted, Saluted father dear, Kissed me darlin' mother, Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears t

by Gaelic Storm on album Gaelic Storm

Fare thee well to Prince's Landing Stage Mersey River, fare thee well well I am bound for California but I know that I'll return someday Chorus: So fare thee well, my own true love When I retu

by Gaelic Storm on album Gaelic Storm

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by Gaelic Storm on album GAELIC STORM

I'll tell me ma when I go home, The boys won't leave the girls alone. They pull my hair, they stole my comb, But that's all right 'til I go home. She is handsome, she is pretty, She's the belle of Bel

by Gaelic Storm on album Gaelic Storm

I'll tell me ma when I go home, The boys won't leave the girls alone. They pull my hair, they stole my comb, But that's all right 'til I go home. She is handsome, she is pretty, She's the belle of Bel

by Gaelic Storm on album GAELIC STORM

by Gaelic Storm on album Full Irish: The Best of Gaelic Storm 2004 – 2014

He saw her every day she was working at the seven-Eleven, He would buy two hot-dog's or some natcho's or a Slim-Jim so that he could see her pretty face then he got up the nerve to ask her out one day

by Gaelic Storm on album Full Irish: The Best of Gaelic Storm 2004 – 2014

Let me introduce meself, Me name ‘tis Paddy Green I am me mammy’s pride and joy A fine oul’ buachaillin! I come from the county Waterford, Near the village of Tramore, I’ve been living at home

by Gaelic Storm on album Gaelic Storm

by Gaelic Storm on album Whiskey in the Jar: The Very Best Irish Drinking Songs for Saint Patrick's Day with the Pogues, The Dubliners, The Clancy Brothers, Gaelic Storm & More!

Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o (extended instrumental) Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o Whiskey whis

by Gaelic Storm on album Full Irish: The Best of Gaelic Storm 2004 – 2014

Well you know I gotta say I met a lot of friends this way, when the sun goes down Just hanging with the crew knocking back a brew or two A brew or two! A brew or two or three or four! Chorus: Me and

by Gaelic Storm on album Full Irish: The Best of Gaelic Storm 2004 – 2014

When I was a baby boy, Me mammy said to me, "Don't mess around with them Irish Girls, They'll never let you be!" I went off to Dublin, To see what I could see... They filled me up with whiskey, boys!

by Gaelic Storm on album GAELIC STORM

Gather up the pots and the old tin can And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran And then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney Now keep your eyes well

by Gaelic Storm on album Gaelic Storm

Gather up the pots and the old tin can And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran And then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney Now keep your eyes well