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The Irish Rover (Live)
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Our arrangement of a traditional Irish song - famously played by the Pogues and the Dubliners. Now we give it the Finnegan's Wake treatment from our Live CD - listen for the dog noises.
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A mixture of Irish Folk influece and old school and new wave punk. It's Punk with a fiddle!
Throw together a singing activist, a bass tapping medic, a lead guitarist called Rupert and a fiddling Philosopher? It can only be Finnegan's Wake! A hybrid of Irish Folk and rip-roaring punk music results in good music, good times, a good message and a hell of a lot of fun. We double dare you not to tap your feet! We're: Al Baker - Vocals/Acoustic Guitar Rupert Noise - Lead Guitar Andy "Mini" Cav - Bass The Rt. Hon. Sir James Kemp III - Fiddle And We're Finnegan's Wake!
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Alternative • Pop Punk
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#18,186 today Peak #161
#869 in subgenre Peak #9
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Trad. arr. Finnegans Wake
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Finnegans Wake
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May 26, 2005
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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 very fine 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 And 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 awl 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 of the irish rover We had sailed seven years When the measles broke out And the ship lost it’s 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 las of the irish rover
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