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Home Rule `The Rumjacks`

but one Who's locked away in prison for not takin' up his gun Now all she has to comfort her from this day to her last Are a box of old white feathers some lumps o' brass She sings 'keep yer boys at home

Home `The Rumjacks`

Take me please I beg you, across the emerald sea I'm nearly dead from waiting for your hand to reach for me The day is near upon us, turning a bluish grey The air is getting warmer and it's time we hauled

McAlpines Fusiliers `The Rumjacks`

As down the glen came McAlpines men with their shovels slung behind them 'Twas in the pub that they drank the sub and up in the spike you'll find them They sweated blood and they washed down mud with pints

Zielona Gora `The Rumjacks`

A beautiful Polish town in Lubusz province, where Bacchus the Roman god of wine peers from every nook and crevice Hot as hell Zielona Gora crackling smile You thief o hearts where were you all the while

Mclaughlins Rant `The Rumjacks`

Well I've come here for the gargle, not tae cop a blast Ye great thick headit ape, I'll stick yer chin right out yer arse Come lookin' for your pound o' flesh, but I've got nothin' left Cause Christian

Pinchgut `The Rumjacks`

this mornin' unwashed and unfed Yer man thought I were Greek, wouldn't give me a bed And I've walked all o' Sydney wi' a heart of pure lead And a half a warm bottle of beer Tho my room lay as quiet as the

WKND (Flash New Breeks) `The Rumjacks`

A raging tribute to the two most sacred days in any working week Sixteen straight shifts, bust a gut for bugger all 'Til the gaffer hits the bell and spits me outta hell Firin' curses at me bouncin' out

Spit In The Street `The Rumjacks`

Crackles in the blisterin' heat Where all the women they dress like high priced hookers And the men all spit in the street Oh I set out this mornin' in steel capped shoes I paid a hard earned dollar for

No Pockets In A Shroud `The Rumjacks`

I'd bet you heads or tails if I could find a coin to toss Tho they say the coin that can't be found's the coin that cant be lost If you'd spare a coin old stranger for a pint o liquid gold I'll regale

Green Ginger Wine `The Rumjacks`

Oh kiss me Maggie and take me home For I sure dinnae feel like dyin' alone Gawn geez a shot, chuck a doggie a bone Or a penny for me rattlin' can As sure as Christ it's a bitter pill But if you won't have

Kathleen `The Rumjacks`

A tribute from the singer to his Mother and Father When he fell to his knee she thought He mustve spied a penny at his feet And the water in his eye was just the rain Over the Glasgow city street She rifles

I Smell Trouble `The Rumjacks`

I smell trouble, its stinkin' up the streets I'm tapin' up the windows and I'm burnin' all the sheets Trouble, come walkin' through the door Like I trod in somethin' horrible and dragged o'er the floor

The Reaper And Tam McCorty `The Rumjacks`

Tam he woke tae find a shadow by the bed Blamed it on the vapors still beleaguerin' his head Scrubbed his chops and dragged an oily bug rake through his hair And wiped the mirror tae find the bogey mimickin

Sober & Godless `The Rumjacks`

I'd sing for you a song if i could carry a tune Or even put two words together for a start But I'm all at odds y'see, half the bloke I used to be A tin man without his famous heart I once sported language

Home Rule `Prong`

more conquest more proud division another rape for a strong man it scares you into submission now's the time to face the home rule. it's our find, never give it back our kind shut'em out shine a light

One Summers Day `The Rumjacks`

They married in the civic hall, avoiding all the rigmarole A prick of a man we liked to call 'Cock a doodled Andy' Drank a pint o' 'truth be told', called the bride a filthy moll There the party lost control

An Irish Pub Song `The Rumjacks`

There's a county map to go on the wall A hurling stick and a shinty ball The bric, the brac, the craic and all Lets call it an Irish pub Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap The Guinness pie and that cabbage

Big Man Down `The Rumjacks`

They in their black battalion go Fit to weep, dressed to kill, to the chapel on the hill Through the wind and the blistering snow Unafraid, undisguised, to put pennies in his eyes The twist of a grin,

400 Miles Away `The Rumjacks`

I'll ride again o'er the border, if it takes me all my days Where the sun rises through the pollution and sets her walls ablaze Gimme somethin to help with the shakin' or to kill the roarin' pain It's

A Fistful O' Roses `The Rumjacks`

o This old town has gone to bits, all the folk are off their tits Screamin', Hoo rah Hurry the fuck t'blazes A right parade o' fools come to stomp all o'er yer jewels Like a fistful o' half dead roses

The Black Matilda `The Rumjacks`

By the windy shores o Canada bay I broke my fast for Lucia's day A beguiling figure she blew my way and rattled me rovin' heart The snipers crack, the metronome of pricy heels on polished stone That I

The Terrible Sea `The Rumjacks`

The wind howls mournful and low o'er the hole in his heart Left a note for his Mother to say he'd be joinin' his Da' He said The Devils all pissed 'cause I danced with his daughter I were born to be hung

The Leaky Tub `The Rumjacks`

icy cold And they'll fight like rotten gull's to pick yer cage On the arms o' villains who'll see yer kidneys sold They'll spare condition, sex nor age And I'll curse the day a thousand shades o' blue

The Pot & Kettle `The Rumjacks`

An urban parable built around the famous saying 'pot calling the kettle black' One smoky day in a darkened scullery Doon by the river in a factory town Where bad things happen and the walls are drippn'

The Jolly Executioner `The Rumjacks`

It said his blade weighed half a tonne O' Spanish steel, Christ how it shone With a whistle and thump yer dash were done And the axe cared not for who you were He kept a cell below the tower Where he signed

Blows & Unkind Words `The Rumjacks`

Devil his work is complete We'll sing 'share the love' but we can't share the streets It's the kick in the arse it's the kiss on the cheek It's the blows and unkind words My conscience rings like a siller

Murder Shanty `The Rumjacks`

Relax, geez its only a tale of the passing of the seasons and the cycle of life if Nick Cave had written it youd be jerking off by now Here lie the bones o' my wayward love Have mercy on 'em God above

Patron Saint O' Thieves `The Rumjacks`

A Christmas song from behind the wire Auld Nick patron saint o thieves, murderers and sailors Strike these shackles from me uh huh Slide the bolt from out the door and tear down all the wire My babys growin

Fact'ry Jack `The Rumjacks`

Pearls of wisdom from a sparkly eyed old barfly Old Jack Drury worked at the brewery Luggin' them bottles and cans 'Til the steam age came crushed six mens jobs And Jackies two good hands So they killed

Uncle Tommy `The Rumjacks`

Early one November me Uncle Tommy joined the army Kitted him out for danger and ferried him o'er the sea He threw me o'er his shoulder, sang to me a dirty ditty Telling me when I were older you'll be just