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Starting a wee irish ditty, keep the rhyme going if you can!

Mi name is maginty
my eyes are quite squinty


Edit: ill buy my favorite lyrics posted one of the 4$ or under games on sake right now :)
Post edited May 31, 2014 by CptFandango
I have beer
Am drinking beer.
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CptFandango: Starting a wee irish ditty, keep the rhyme going if you can!

Mi name is maginty
my eyes are quite squinty
I'm eatin' that stew
Who's name starts with Dinty
cmon peeps this has turned into my first giveaway :D ill check em in the morning and choose winner :)
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CptFandango: Mi name is maginty
my eyes are quite squinty
And I'd laid her down,
If her thighs weren't so flinty.

[playing, not in for contest; thanks though.]
Post edited May 31, 2014 by Dischord
Should that stew taste all minty?
But Maginty didn't care
that lass was so fair
he threw her over his shoulder

(not in but thanks!)
Maginty so squinty...
What game are you hint-y?
Do you fly in the air?
Sword fight with a bear?
Does your car roll round fast?
Do you sleep on your boat's mast?
Does it come with a dungeon,
Civ map, or a truncheon
to beat savage trolls
- or do the trolls bowl?

Since this rhyming's a game
with lyrics insane,
no matter who you choose,
we're all winners
we can't lose
:D
Today my baby left me
She said that I'd been bad
She told me that it's my fault that it's over
But it's not my fault she's foolish
And it's not my fault sad
And it certainly is not my fault she's sober

So, buy yourself a good stiff drink
And grab yourself a stool
You want to know how to be happy? Well, just ask me
I'll tell you the happiest man on God's green earth
Is a drunken sloppy fool
Yeah, the world looks better through a glass of whiskey.

Not in for the contest, but the above is an Irish drinking song I wrote, and I thought it was most appropriate to share here.

Cheers!
Everyone must listen to this song.

Another Irish Drinking Song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rGf0tgOS9s

Gather 'round ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while,
and harken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle.
Let's all raise our glasses high to friends and family
gone,
and lift our voices in another Irish drinkin' song.


Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox,
me brother drank the whiskey 'till he wound up in a
box.
Me other brother in the troubles met with his demise,
me sister has forever closed her smilin' Irish eyes.


(Chorus)

Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then
we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin'
light,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go
drinkin' once again.


Ken was killed in Kilkenny and Claire she died in
Clare,
Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air.
Shannon jumped into the river Shannon back in June,
Ernie fell into the urn and Tom is in the tomb.


"Cleanliness is godliness," me Uncle Pat would sing,
he broke his neck a-slippin' on a bar of Irish Spring.
O'Grady he was eighty, 'tho his bride was just a pup,
he died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up
(OI!).


(Chorus)
Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then
we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin'
light,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go
drinkin' once again.





Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the cliffs of
Alderney,
he took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the
spleen.
Crazy Uncle Mike thought he was a leprechaun,
but in fact he's just a leper and his arms and legs are
gone.


When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin'
shame,
he wasn't really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame.
MacNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit,
but he was just a Scotsman so nobody gave a shit
(OCH!).


(Chorus)

Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then
we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin'
light,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go
drinkin' once again.


Ole!!


Drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar,
the road rose up to meet when he fell out of his car.
Irony was what befell me Great Grand Uncle Sam,
He choked upon the very last potato in the land.


Connor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms,
until the British killed him and cut off his lucky
charms.
And dear old Father Flanagan who left the Lord's
employ,
drunk on sacramental wine beneath the altar boy (HEY!).


(Chorus)

Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then
we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin'
light,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go
drinkin' once again.


Someday soon I'll leave this world of pain and toil and
sin,
the Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me
kin.
Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you,
He kills the cast of Riverdance and Michael Flatley
too.


(Chorus)

Now everybody's died, so until our tears are Dried,
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then
we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin'
light,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go
drinkin' once again,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go
drinkin' once again,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go
drinkin' once again
Loved that, put a smile on my face even though I lack even a single drop of Irish blood.

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theslitherydeee: Derry air.
is also a butt

just sayin'


+1 for this share :)
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theslitherydeee: Everyone must listen to this song.

Another Irish Drinking Song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rGf0tgOS9s

Gather 'round ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while,
and harken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle.
Let's all raise our glasses high to friends and family
gone,
and lift our voices in another Irish drinkin' song.

Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox,
me brother drank the whiskey 'till he wound up in a
box.
Me other brother in the troubles met with his demise,
me sister has forever closed her smilin' Irish eyes.

(Chorus)

Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then
we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin'
light,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go
drinkin' once again.

Ken was killed in Kilkenny and Claire she died in
Clare,
Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air.
Shannon jumped into the river Shannon back in June,
Ernie fell into the urn and Tom is in the tomb.

"Cleanliness is godliness," me Uncle Pat would sing,
he broke his neck a-slippin' on a bar of Irish Spring.
O'Grady he was eighty, 'tho his bride was just a pup,
he died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up
(OI!).

(Chorus)
Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then
we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin'
light,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go
drinkin' once again.

Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the cliffs of
Alderney,
he took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the
spleen.
Crazy Uncle Mike thought he was a leprechaun,
but in fact he's just a leper and his arms and legs are
gone.

When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin'
shame,
he wasn't really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame.
MacNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit,
but he was just a Scotsman so nobody gave a shit
(OCH!).

(Chorus)

Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then
we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin'
light,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go
drinkin' once again.

Ole!!

Drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar,
the road rose up to meet when he fell out of his car.
Irony was what befell me Great Grand Uncle Sam,
He choked upon the very last potato in the land.

Connor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms,
until the British killed him and cut off his lucky
charms.
And dear old Father Flanagan who left the Lord's
employ,
drunk on sacramental wine beneath the altar boy (HEY!).

(Chorus)

Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then
we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin'
light,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go
drinkin' once again.

Someday soon I'll leave this world of pain and toil and
sin,
the Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me
kin.
Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you,
He kills the cast of Riverdance and Michael Flatley
too.

(Chorus)

Now everybody's died, so until our tears are Dried,
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then
we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin'
light,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go
drinkin' once again,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go
drinkin' once again,
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go
drinkin' once again
You are winning up to now big time! enjoyed that :) gonna be hard to top!
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misteryo: the above is an Irish drinking song I wrote, and I thought it was most appropriate to share here.
I like it! It's like a combination of good ol' country and irish drinking song! lol~
Post edited May 31, 2014 by genkicolleen
A small bump so that the European crowd can try their luck.
me belly is aching
me liver is failing
oh mate, me brain is failing too
me eyes are getting squinty
oh angus o'riley mcginty
yer sorely missed in dublin town

angus o'riley, angus o'riley
yer death was not be for naught
oh angus o'riley, angus o'riley,
as evidenced by your name on this stout.


McGinty Stout, Dublins finest stout

also try:

Captain Bobby Stout
Post edited June 01, 2014 by mrmarioanonym