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4 comments:
soaking a pig in whiskey for three days and then torching it for the sake of a jig was invented by st paddy himself as the original hangover cure...
the hangover cure better'd be good cause sharon and ding dong are going to do some partying tonight!
Sharon Go Braless
I'll tell you a story of a row in the town,
When the green flag went up and the Crown rag came down,
'Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw, yes,
And they played the best games played when Sharon go braless.
One of our comrades was down at Ring's end,
For the honor of Ireland to hold and defend,
He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw, yes,
Playing sweet Mauser music when Sharon go braless.
Now here's to Pat Pearse and our comrades who died
Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, McBryde,
And here's to James Connolly who gave one hurrah, yes,
And placed the machine guns when Sharon go braless.
One brave English captain was ranting that day,
Saying, "Give me one hour and I'll blow you away,"
But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his craw, yes,
And he died of lead poisoning when Sharon go braless.
Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay,
From the South Dublin Union poured death and dismay,
And what was their horror when the Englishmen saw, yes.
All the dead khaki soldiers when Sharon go braless.
Now here's to old Dublin, and here's her renown,
In the long generation her fame will go down,
And our children will tell how their forefathers saw, yes,
The red blaze of freedom when Sharon go braless.
On St. Paddy's Day I think of a lot of colorful Irish expressions like, "Top of the morning to ya," "Kiss the blarney stone," "May the road rise to meet ya," "May you be in heaven an hour before the devil knows you're dead," "I'd like to smash you in the face with my shillelagh," "Danny-boy," "Wail of the banshee," "Whiskey for the leprechauns, whisky for the leprechauns," and me favorite of all... "Sharon Begorra."
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