We should grey together
Not that pigeon-chested Trafalgar grey
The grey that greets you on that first October day
The grey of Russian front, whilst wolves bay
And the skeleton of life that love decays
Heard this on Rising Time this morning.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
The perfect love song
It has no words
It only has death threats
I was far too scared to hit him
But I would hit him in a heartbeat now
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God itâs our last
And the Arra Mountains join the Silvermines.
We may have great men
but weâll never have betterâŚâŚ
âBhĂ an DUP harassinâ meâ
Ya scumbag, ya maggot, youâre cheap and youâre haggard.
They tax the pound of butter, they tax the haâpenny bun,
But still with all their taxes they canât beat the bleeding hun.
Never marry a soldier
A sailor or a marine,
But keep your eye on the SINN FĂŠin boy
With his yellow white and Green!
They takes us out to Blarney
Lays us on the grass
They puts us in the family way
And leaves us on our ass
Salonika
Great tune.
Savage
Jimmy Crowleys rendition for me
No better.
Lankum do a daycent version
We bought a six pack in the liquor store
And we drank it in her car
We drank a toast to innocence