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when they sail on the sea
Though I was an artist with canvas and paints
I sailed with St. Brendan and his jolly saints
We told the good people goodbye

leather, North Sea weather
All untethered 
Headed out to Greenland
There's ice and we're smothered in fog
In the wake of St. Brendan
We tip our caps and then

at my hand
But I shall kiss her tenderly
In the great Newfoundland

And it's love / hope that we follow today
If we dare follow St. Brendan's way

Our

Josephine ran a clean machine
She was nobody's fool
She'd send down below to shovel in the coal
That heated all St. Brendan's School
But they'd spilled off

on the tennis court on St. Stephens night at the rugby club

Chorus

Buried all my bones, buried all my heart

And is St. Brendan still beheaded and covered in

money
cnd keep St.Brendan on my side
I'll get some ink to help survive the drink
cnd leave the sirens to the tide

This is the minute to take off your hat

woo wee woo Brendan's pissed
A quickdraw showdown he can't resist

Fuck this guy I'll kill him good!
Gun him down like a cowboy would!
I would draw

The Mero

The Dubliners

Wild Rover [Double Classics]

1998

Hay-hi-diddly-I
And out goes she

Skippin' ropes still turnin',
Children at their play
In and out of Catherine St, 
In and out to pray
I haven't prayed for

Way she say, don't stop till it start bruise up

Yow Cato
Brendan
3 Gal ah pass yuh know me wah one
Fuck she all night cause ah right so me stand
Mek

this year
Fecking Covid has closed all the pubs

Brendan was rotting in Castlerea Prison
When they let him out he left behind dreams and rats
His missus

Way she say, don't stop till it start bruise up

Yow Cato
Brendan
3 gal ah pass yuh know me wah one
Fuck she all night cause ah right so me stand
Mek

21st
Was the last time I faked it
Catch me on the road doing shows
With a pay slip
Texas ranger
Cooking heat like to bake up
Coaster on the table
Got my

Gun In the Butt

4, 4, 4, 4...

Chorus -
Gun in the b*tt,
Luis' mom was a junky sl*t.
She overd*sed and his dad got st*bbed
Now they're ghosts and he

Brendan made the sounds.
 I could care less bout who ain’t f*****g with me now.
Cause it be love from every n***a I’m around
N****s hating we ain’t even