This one is still resonating in my brain from the Irish St. Patrick's Day celebration on the 15th:
'Twas down by Brannigan's Corner, one morning I did stray
I met a fellow rebel, and to me he did say
"We've orders from the captain to assemble at Dunbar
But how are we to get there, without a motor car?"
"Oh, Barney dear, be of good cheer, I'll tell you what we'll do
The Specials they are plentiful and the I.R.A. are few
We'll send a wire to Johnston to meet us at Stranlar
And we'll give the boys a bloody good ride in Johnston's Motor Car.
When Doctor Johnston heard the news he soon put on his shoes
He says this is an urgent case, there is no time to lose
He then put on his castor hat and on his breast a star
You could hear the din all through Glenfin of Johnston's motor car.
But when he got to the railway bridge, some rebels he saw there
Old Johnston knew the game was up, for at him they did stare
He said "I have a permit, to travel near and far"
"To hell with your English permit, we want your motor car."
"What will my loyal brethren think, when they hear the news
My car it has been commandeered, by the rebels at Dunluce?"
"We'll give you a receipt for it, all signed by Captain Barr
And when Ireland gets her freedom, you'll get your motor car."
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Picture found via Irish Elk:
Mark writes, "The bibulous cleric is religious cousin to the dog playing poker."
Speaking of drink, Modern Drunkard Magazine humorously thinks of hangovers like Minnesotans think of winter - it makes them tougher:
Hangovers make drunks a tougher breed of character. The hangover is the mean older brother who toughens you up and teaches you how to fight back. Don’t believe me? Tell you what—you gather the gang from Starbucks and I’ll assemble the boys from Kelly’s Pub and we’ll meet in the parking lot. The caffeine crowd won’t even manage to throw a punch, they’ll be too busy texting the cops: OMG! DRNKS TACKNG US! HLP!
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