i find for a hangover the best cure is greasy pizza, although i didn't try that yesterday. i don't drink very often, and over indulge even less, but being of Irish descent i had no choice on Thursday.after loading my self on Irish stew, corned beef, cabbage and bacon, scones and 3 pints of Guiness( which i don't normally touch) i waddled home and surfed GBO & CGN while sipping some Tullamore Dew and listening to some good Irish music, wishing i had an Irish contract No.4 or an Irish Free State No.1 Mk 3 to fondle....
]I'll tell you a story that happened to me
one day as I went out to Yaw by the sea
the day it was hot, the sun it was warm
says I "A quick pint wouldn't do me no harm"
I went in and i called for a bottle of stout
says the barman,"I'm sorry all the beers sold out
try whiskey young Paddy ten years in the wood"
says I, "I'll have cider I've heard that it's good"
Chorus:
Oh never, oh never, oh never again
if I live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten
well I fell to the ground and I couldn't get up
after drinking the quart of the Johnny Jump Up
After lifting a third I came out by the yard
where I walked into Brofie the big civic guard
"Come 'ere to me boy don't you know I'm the law"
so I uped with me fist and I shattered his jaw
well he fell to the ground his knees doubled up
sir it wasn't i hit him, 'twas the Johnny Jump Up
next thing that I met down by Yaw by the sea
was a cripple on crutches and says he to me
I'm afraid for me life I'll be hit by a cart
won't you help me across to the highwaymans bar"
but after drinkin' a quart of the cider so sweet
he threw down his crutches and danced in the street
Chorus:
Well I went down to Liro a friend for to see
they call it the Madhouse in Cork by the lee
but when I got there should the truth I will tell
they had the poor bugger locked up in a cell
so's the guard tested him "say these words if you can:
around the rugged rock the ragged rascal ran"
"Tell them I'm not crazy tell them I'm not mad
'twas only the sip of the cider I had
Chorus:
A man died in the Union by the name of McNabb
they washed him they Layed him outside on the slab
and after O' Connor his measurements did take
his wife took him home for a bloody fine wake
well about twelve O'clock and the beer it was high
the corpse sits up and says he with a sigh
"I can't get to heaven they won't let me up
till I bring them a quart of the Johnny Jump Up"
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