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Drunken Sailor
03:11
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DRUNKEN SAILOR
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
Early in the morning!
Hay way and up she rises
Hay way and up she rises
Hay way and up she rises
Early in the morning
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Early in the morning!
Put him in the hold with the Captain's daughter,
Put him in the hold with the Captain's daughter,
Put him in the hold with the Captain's daughter,
Early in the morning!
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
Early in the morning!
Put him the back of the paddy wagon,
Put him the back of the paddy wagon,
Put him the back of the paddy wagon,
Early in the morning!
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SANS REGRETS SANS REMORDS
C'est en nous levant et chantant ce jour
Et à vos esprits par trop égarés
Que nous vous transmettons sans détours
Cette chanson traquant vos « vérités »
Alors sans regrets sans remords...
En êtes-vous vraiment bien sûrs ?
Landivisiau s'en souvient encore
Courage à vous les « sangs-purs »
Car de la cravate au calot
Le nœud coulant est facile
Nous le serrerons bientôt
Si vous n'êtes pas dociles
Votre bras semble-il vous démange
Alors levez-le bien dans la foule
Ne donnez pas le change
Il pliera de toute façon sous la houle
La Chanson du cygne n'est pas pour vous
Ainsi, si sur le Bro gazh ma zadou
Le château d'Arvor veille toujours
C'est vers la terre que regarde sa tour
Raymond et Célestin sont bien loin
Mais de nos mains la bête sera achevée
Ainsi l'étendard de vos idées
De nos mains brulera, pas moins.
Ainsi la fleur de « votre race »
Gisera brisée en lambeau
Alors en avant les garçons
Et en avant les Bretons !
Waraok !
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Fucking Goblins
02:33
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FUCKING GOBLINS!
Oh shit, what am I doing here ?
What time is it? Six?! Oh fuck!
I’m late, but where is my banjo?
Hey man, another Guinness please! (for the road)
Retrace my steps
Across the streets, the head in the fog
Promise, tomorrow I stop drinking
Hey John, did you see my banjo? No, ok
Where did I go this night? I'm don’t remember
I drank too much whiskey
What did I do this night? I'm don’t remember
The goblins play with me
I’m going to the little shrimp’s pub
Hi everybody, did I come here tonight?
Yeah fucking bastard, you’ve destroyed my pub, get out!
I’m so sorry, but my banjo… get out!
Where did I put this fucking banjo?
I have a concert tonight, and how I’m going to drink?
Hey, fuckin’ goblins! Since the beginning I had it in my back!
Cool, hey men give me a Double Whiskey!!!
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I’M A MAN YOU DON’T MEET EVERYDAY
Oh my name is Jock Stewart, I'm a canny gun man
And a roving young fellow I've been
So be easy and free when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
I have acres of land, I have men at command
I have always a shilling to spare
So be easy and free when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
So come fill up your glasses with brandy and wine
Whatever it costs I will pay
So be easy and free when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
Well I took out my dog and him I did shoot
All down in the the county Kildare
So be easy and free when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
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Burn in Hell
04:09
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BURN IN HELL!!!
The witch is dead
Hey! the witch is dead
So Maggie is dead
Yeah Maggie is dead
Burn in hell Maggie Thatcher
Rot in hell crazy mummy
You were whacked by the whackers
Rust in hell iron lady
Morrissey ask when will you die
Cause the whole world throw up
At the idea that you can wake up
So your death made our day
By the years you were catch up
By the death you were woke up
In 2013 you were cremated
But you will be by flames licked
Finally you rock away biatch
By the world you are watched
You are good to patch
By the maggie's scythe you were slatched
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The Maggie Whackers Nantes, France
THE MAGGIE WHACKERS est un groupe de musique punk folk celtique. Savant mélange de musique celtique traditionnelle (écossaise, irlandaise, galloise et bretonne) puisant son énergie et sa puissance dans le punk rock, et ponctuée par quelques touches de folk. Les Maggies ont déjà partagés la scène avec Les Ramoneurs de Menhirs, The Popes, Macklemore & RL, Bodhaktan, Mask Ha Gazh, The Moorings, ... ... more
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