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Pogue Mahone

by Shambolics

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POGUE MAHONE Oh, I’m not a man to worry I’m not a man to fret And I’ll never say I’m sorry to the wankers I’ve upset Pogue Mahone... Oh I’ll lay in bed on Monday morning gotta go to work My job is very boring, my boss is just a jerk Pogue Mahone... If my Pogue Mahone offends you....Pogue Mahone...... I’m a rambler, I’m a gambler, I’m a long way from home And if you don’t like me leave me the hell alone Pogue Mahone.... I’ll eat it when I’m hungry, I’ll drink it when I’m dry And if the moonshine don’t kill me, I’ll live until I die Pogue Mahone.... If my Pogue Mahone offends you......Pogue Mahone..... Well I once was a king, but I never wore a crown Then I lost everything, when I laid my money down Oh I’ll stand in here and drink all day, and just enjoy the craic I walked in on my feet, but I’ll be leaving on my back Pogue Mahone..... If my Pogue Mahone offends you.....Pogue Mahone..... Lyrics and Music © 2012 Alan O’Toole
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Halfway Inn 05:48
HALFWAY INN Travelled for many a night and many a long day Searchin’ for peace of mind and a decent place to play One night we met with a mad raging crew We went in to their local pub to have a pint or two Place was packed with the great unwashed Joint was jumpin‘ and the barman sloshed Drinkin’, dancing, singin’ loud a weepin‘, wailin’, heavin’ crowd There was one hundred sailors they sailed around Cape Horn Cried for their mother and wished they’d never been born Bury me beneath the sea, ‘neath the rollin’ waves I’ll sail to you my love, or I die in a watery grave There was two hundred maidens danced until they dropped Pushed the jug about me boys they never stopped Danced upon the tables and danced upon the chairs Then they took those sailors for a bit of fun upstairs There was three hundred tradies they laughed without a care Spent a hundred years building a road to nowhere Drank and danced all night long till the morning sun did shine Said “shove your bricks and mortar and to hell with your overtime” There was four hundred soldiers, they served their country well Should’ve gone to heaven, but they’d seen too much of hell They drank with old enemies all night long Cursed those politicians and sang a soldier’s song There was five hundred bands they played a year long The crowd was rockin’ and wanted one more song Is there anybody out there that can play a jig or reel We’ll not be leavin’ this public house until we have our fill We’re a band of gentlemen and we’ve murdered many a song Just keep the vodka flowin’ and we’ll play all night long As the accordion sounded and we began to play They parted like the red sea and led us to the stage The stage was a mile long and the marshals stacked the sky The roadie was a mad bastard with one evil eye The crowd was a sea of raging souls with many a tale to tell The lads stoked up ‘We’re The Rats’ Welcome to Hell, welcome to Hell, welcome to Hell!!! Music and Lyrics ©2012 Jimmy Hopper
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Only You 03:40
Only You You, I fell for you, hook, line and sinker as they say Couldn’t resist her in any way only you........ Time, is on my side and time is a healer so they say And I believed them in any way only you..... And time heals the scars (nothing else is gonna heal them for ya) But not mine because, they came from you I got them from you And time could never heal them enough Like you can heal them my love - only you Lyrics and Music © 2012 Alan O’Toole
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Seven Seas 03:32
Seven Seas / Rattlin’ Bog We sailed around the seven seas as free as free as could be Then we caught a wayward breeze upon the open sea Up with the riggin sailed Cape Horn Hoisted the mainsail and surfed that storm We pulled into a happy cove on a summer’s morn Spent months at sea rather forlorn Up to the pub with a rant and a cheer A bunch of lovely lassies brought us whiskey and beer We drank and drank and drank and drank to set our troubles free Spent many a day singin’ songs of the sea Spent many a night in the bosom of the free Then danced around the town a hearty as could be We’re raggle taggle gypsies tramps and thieves The scum of the earth they’d have you believe Never robbed a poor man, treat our women well If you plunder for the king we’ll chase you to hell Never turned a freeman into a slave Never sent a young man to an early grave We sail the seas and take your land If you choose to face us it’ll be your last stand Did what we did be it right or wrong, still remain, but we’re long gone The fight for freedom will always go on And we sail around the seven seas in story and in song Music and Lyrics © 2012 Jimmy Hopper Jim - Lead Vocals, mandolin, banjo Alan - Guitars, vocals Paul - Accordion, drums, vocals Gavin - Tin Whistle, bass, bagpipes
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Why Try to Change Me Well I drank before we got together I was drinking the night that we met And there’s some things I just can’t remember And there’s some things I’d rather forget. Well the first thing you said when you met me Was “Hey, can I buy you a beer?” Then your next line was straight from a classic “How often do you come around here?” So why, try to change me you married the fool that I am So why try to change me just love me for the fool that I am Well I’ve never been one for gambling And smoking was never my thing But you seem to think, that cos I like a drink You’ll change me when I wear your ring Well we always got on well together But now I’m beginning to see The reasons we fight with each other Is ‘cos you’ve changed my darling, not me So why, try to change me you married the fool that I am So why try to change me just love me for the fool that I am Lyrics and Music © 2012 Alan O’Toole
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Filfee Feevin Bastards Mothers lock up your daughters And daughters your mothers too Coming into town is a filthy thieving crew They say they’ll love you and never will they stray But they’re filthy thieving bastards and they’ll steal your heart away They’ll ply you with poetry and tales of a lonesome life But they’d shag anyone even a desperate housewife If you meet one get on your knees…and pray They’re filthy thieving bastards and they’ll steal your heart away They’ll say your arse is the size of a pea But they’ll leave you with a babby on your knee They’ll love you forever, but from very far away They’re filthy thieving bastards and they’ll steal your heart away They’re scurrilous rapscallions and unscrupulous to boot They leave a trail of destruction and think it’s just a hoot To get you into bed they’d pretend to forever stay They’re filthy thieving bastards and they’ll steal your heart away So girls when you go for a night on the town Don’t let these bastards pull your defences down From the straight and narrow never do stray They’re filthy thieving bastards and they love to have their way Music and Lyrics © 2012 Jimmy Hopper

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Raucous roots music, with tunes from Dublin Bay to Vladivostokk.
Are you getting sick of us banging on about how good Aussie celtic-punk bands are? Well turn away now as here’s another bloody one!

Review: London Celtic Punks

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released March 17, 2014

Alan - Lead vocals, harmony vocals, acoustic & electric guitars
Jim - Mandolin, banjo, guitar, mandola, lead & backing vocals
Paul - Accordion, drums, harmonica, keyboards, backing vocals
Gavin - Tin whistle, highland pipes, border pipes, bass, keyboards
theshambos@gmail.com
Twitter @shambolicsband
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Recorded by Gavin O’Loghlen at Locrian Records 2012-14
Artwork by Allan Addams - enquiries@cartoonguy.com.au

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Shambolics Adelaide, Australia

The Shambolics play raucous rollickin’ roots music, with tunes from Dublin Bay to Vladivostok. All sorts of instruments will be on the stage and some of them might actually be played – pipes, whistles, banjo, accordion, guitars, harps and even a bodhran to get the feet stompin... Put on yer dancing clogs on and get down to a Shambos gig – or we’ll come and get yeh!! ... more

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