Pub Crawl Medley

I'm going out tonight
And I might just have a skinful
But I promised me old ma
That I would not be sinful
Here we go
And if I don't make it home
Sure I'll be there in the morning
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there tomorrow night, yeah
I was off with Liz last night
And the same again this morning
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there before the dawn, yeah
And if I don't make it home
Sure I'll be there in the morning
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there tomorrow night, here we go
We went to an old shebeen
We had poitin, beer and whiskey
I get on that in due
Sure it makes me feel quite frisky
And a lovely busty barmaid
Aye she filled me up with cider
Took me up the stairs
But I fell asleep beside her
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there in the morning
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there tomorrow night
As I was going over
The Coggin Kerry Mountains
Well I met with Captain Farrell
And his money he was counting
Well I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
Saying stand and deliver
For I am the baddest sailor
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy-o
Whack for the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
Well he counted out his money
And it made a pretty penny
Well I put it in me pocket
For to give it to me Jenny
Well she sighed and she swore
That she never would forgive me
But the devil take the women
For they never can be easy
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy-o
Whack for the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar, take it away
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy-o
Whack for the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar, hands in the air
Let the grasses grow and the waters flow
In a free and easy way
But give me enough of the fine old stuff
This me and the girl will pay
Come on, gaol shas all from Donegal
Sligo and Leitrim too
And give them a sip
And we take a sip
Of the rare old mountain dew
Ah diddle diddle dum diddle do dum
Diddle oom diddle ay dee
Ah diddle diddle dum diddle do dum
Diddle oom diddle ay dee
There's an eating still at the foot of the hill
Where the smoke curls up the sky
Aye, and by the smell you can plainly tell
As 14 boys go spy
For it fills the air with a perfume rare
And peat bags smoke gleam too
And all we've all of a drink of all
Are a bucket of the mountain dew
Ah diddle diddle dum diddle do dum
Diddle oom diddle ay dee
Ah diddle diddle dum diddle do dum
Diddle oom diddle ay dee, yeah
Ah diddle diddle dum diddle do dum
Diddle oom diddle ay dee
Ah diddle diddle dum diddle do dum
Diddle oom diddle ay dee
Ah diddle diddle dum diddle do dum
Diddle oom diddle ay dee
Ah diddle diddle dum diddle do dum
Diddle oom diddle ay dee, hands in the air
Good night everybody, see you soon
All of us
Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for Nathan Gardner
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