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wait----------what · 6 months
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AY YOU GO WEE MAN!!!
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dog-house-riley · 4 months
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borvooven · 5 months
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It may seem like there's a lot on my mind at all times but honestly it's just this
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'The Irish Rover - The Dubliners & The Pogues'
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A classic if ever there was one 😊
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On the fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty-seven masts
And they called her The Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo Rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
Six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails
In the hold of The Irish Rover
There was ol' Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk
He was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance
When he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper on The Irish Rover
For the sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
That he longs for the shore
And a charming young whore
Who will melt all his troubles away
Oh, the noise and the rout
Swillin' poitin and stout
For him soon the torment's over
Of the love of a maid, he is never afraid
That old salt from The Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
Oh Lord, what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned
And the last of The Irish Rover
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fieriframes · 1 year
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[Welcome back. Hanging out at... Irish Rover. FIERI: The original Irish pub and restaurant in Louisville, Kentucky... Hey, guys. Have a Scotch egg for you. ...serving up food and culture straight from the Emerald Isle.]
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blacjaq1 · 6 months
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haberdashing · 10 months
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just mechanisms fan problems: my dad put on an album of irish folk songs and i had to figure out how to tell him "oh yeah, so i actually know the tune of this one! but in the version i know, the lyrics are about... the holy grail. but in space. and sad."
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novankenn · 2 months
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The Day After... Everyone is Irish
Weiss was trying to talk with Pyrrha as the Mistralian Champion waited outside JNPR and RWBY's dorms for the return of her partner, and his sister.
Apparently even though their name was Valian in origin, the pair of fraternal twins through their mother's side was predisposed to celebrate the 17th of the third month...
Pyrrha: I'm sorry, but...
Weiss: Are you worried about that dol... I'm mean Jaune and his sister? They are old enough to take care of themselves.
Pyrrha: But they've been gone since yesterday morning. I'm wo...
Jaune/Joan: (drunkenly singing... LOUDLY) What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning!
Pyrrha: Jaune? Joan?
Weiss : are... are they STILL DRINKING?!?
Jaune and Joan stumbled about arms over each other's shoulders, each holding a bottle of... something... probably highly alcoholic
Jaune/Joan: Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning!
Joan: Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Early in the morning!
Wiess / Pyrrha: ...
Jaune/Joan: Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning!
Jaune: Put him in a long boat till his sober Put him in a long boat till his sober Put him in a long boat till his sober Early in the morning!
Jaune/Joan: Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning!
Joan: Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe bottom Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe bottom Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe bottom Early in the morning!
Jaune/Joan: Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning!
By this point the intoxicated pair have reached the stunned Weiss and Pyrrha. Joan sticks her tongue out at Jaune and then shoves him off to stumble into Pyrrha... who he grabs by the waist and starts spinning her around as if dancing...
Pyrrha: EEP!
Joan: Put him in the bed with the captains daughter Put him in the bed with the captains daughter Put him in the bed with the captains daughter Early in the morning!
Jaune/Joan: Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning!
Weiss: Unhand me!
As Jaune continued to spin and sway with Pyrrha, Joan stumbled over and scooped Wiess into a princess Carry, and began to spin about with her... all the while the pair continued to sing... drunkenly and loudly...
Jaune/Joan: That's what we do with a drunken sailor That's what we do with a drunken sailor That's what we do with a drunken sailor Early in the morning!
The pair split off each moving towards a different dorm...
Jaune: Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning!
JNPR's door slams shut.
Joan: Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning!
RWBY's door slams shut.
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/==/ I know I'm a day late, but... Happy Saint Patrick's Day! /==/
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stairnaheireann · 1 month
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#OTD in Irish History | 23 April:
1014 – Battle of Clontarf: The Dublin Norse and the king of Leinster, with Viking allies from overseas, are defeated by Brian Boru’s army at Clontarf. Brian, now an old man, is killed. This thwarts the potential domination of Ireland by the Norse, but they are well established in the coastal towns, and will continue to have a major influence. Máel Sechnaill succeeds Brian as high king. 1357 –…
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vsnapdragon · 4 days
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more crab cake (resident asshole)
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vox-anglosphere · 3 months
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Young architect, Conor Lynch, brings out the countryman in all of us
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kickdrumheart68 · 2 months
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The Irish Rovers - The Unicorn
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🦄🎶☘️🌈
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mercerified · 2 months
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I drew Will Millar, from The Irish Rovers. I took a screenshot, for reference, off of a video. I love the original image.
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khaperai · 1 year
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fieriframes · 1 year
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[Welcome back. Hanging out at... Irish Rover. FIERI: Hazel Barnes, originally published 1956 in Louisville, Kentucky...]
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shelli-gator · 9 months
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I fucking love thinking about love. I wail and pull my hair and gnash my teeth thinking about love. About the ache in your lungs when you yearn for someone, the way your heart rises into your throat because there's no room left in your chest for anything else but love. Now you can't get the words out, but that's fine. They probably wouldn't be big enough for your love either.
Yeah.
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