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[Nov. 24th, 2009|02:31 am] |
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Yippie-kay-yay, m\f |
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[Nov. 4th, 2009|12:42 am] |
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cos that's still how Irish people are seen: as twinkly-eyed f**kers with a pig under their arm, stepping it around the world and going:
"i'll paint your house but watch out cos i might steal the ladder! ho-ho-ho!" |
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[Oct. 30th, 2009|09:45 pm] |
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chance favours the prepared mind |
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| Another Irish Drinking Song |
[Oct. 24th, 2009|11:11 pm] |
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| | Arcade Fire - Wake Up | ] |
Da Vinci's Notebook - Another Irish Drinking Song
Gather round ye lads and lasses
Set ye for awhile
And hearken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle
Let's all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone
And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song
Consumption took me mother and
Me father got the pox
Me brother drank the whiskey till he wound up in a box
Me other brother in the troubles met with his demise
Me sister has forever closed her smiling Irish eyes
Now everybody’s died
So, until our tears have dried
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we’ll drink some more
We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wakeup, and then go drinking once again
Kenny was killed in Killkenny
And Clare she died in Claire
Tip in Tiperrary died out in the dairy air
Shannon jumped into the river Shannon back in June
Ernie fell into the urn and Tom is in the tomb
Cleanliness is godliness me uncle Pat would sing
He broke his neck a slipping on a bar o' Irish Spring
O’Grady he was eighty though his bride was just a pup
He died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up
Now everybody’s died
So, until our tears have dried
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we’ll drink some more
We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wakeup, and then go drinking once again
(Mexican Hat Dance)
Joe Murphy fought with Riley near the cliffs of Odinie
He took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen
My crazy uncle Mike thought he was a leprechaun
But in fact he’s just a leper and his arms and legs are gone
When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a crying shame
He wasn’t really Irish but he went to Notre Dame
MacNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit
But he was just a Scotsman so nobody give a sh(ACH!)
Now everybody’s died
So, until our tears have dried
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we’ll drink some more
We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wakeup, and then go drinking once again
(Jewish Song)
Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar
The road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his car
Irony was what befell me great grand-uncle Sam
He choked upon the very last potato in the land
Conner lived in Ulster town
He used to smuggle arms
Until the British killed him
And cut off his lucky charms
And dear old father Flannigan who left the Lord’s employ
Drunk on sacramental wine beneath the alter boy
Now everybody’s died
So, until our tears have dried
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we’ll drink some more
We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wakeup, and then go drinking once again
Someday soon I’ll leave this world of pain and toil and sin
The Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin
Me only wish is when the savior comes for me and you
He kills the cast of river dance and Michael Flately too
Now everybody’s died
So, until our tears have dried
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we’ll drink some more
We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wakeup, and then go drinking once again
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wakeup, and then go drinking once again
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wakeup, and then go driiinkiiing ooonce aaaagaaaiiin
Hoyee |
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| Traditional Irish Folk Song |
[Oct. 12th, 2009|03:16 pm] |
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| | Irish Rovers - F**k the British Army | ] |
They come over here
And they take all our land
They chop off our heads
And they boil them in oil
Our children are leaving
And we have no heads
We drink and we sing
And we drink and we die
We have no heads
We have no heads
They come over here
And they chop off our legs
They cut off our hands
And put nails in our eyes
O'Grady is dead
And O'Hanrahan's gone
We drink and we die
And continue to drink
O'Hanrahan
No O'Hanrahan
They buried O'Neil
Down in country Shillhame
The poor children crying
And fe dee din de
Hin fle di dinfle
Di din fle de din de
In hey bibble bibble
Hey bibble bibble
Hey fle bibble de
O'Hanrahan
No O'Hanrahan
We drink and we sing
And we drink and we sing
Hey!
We drink and we drive
And we puke and we drink
Hey!
We drink and we fight
And we bleed and we cry
Hey!
We puke and we smoke
And we drink and we die
Hey! |
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[Sep. 16th, 2009|10:59 pm] |
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| Диплом |
[Jun. 17th, 2009|12:47 am] |
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Ну что сказать...Отлично..даже отметили одной из лучших работ..получается 5+...Прикольно...Осталось его получить на руки и я дипломированный специалист))...1,5 часа ожидания...15 минут трясучки, чтения текста и показа слайдов...и вот результат...а потом еще часа 3 ждали когда все пройдут этот путь...В итоге все пили вино под яблоки и апельсины... |
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| 8-ое марта |
[Mar. 8th, 2009|12:16 am] |
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С праздничком, мои дорогие)!!! |
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