10/19/2007

The Drinking Hymn

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Every so often, there comes along a work of art - sometimes a song - that transcends time and culture. It has a mystifying ability to bond living souls in a somewhat supernatural way.

This is not that song. This is a drinking song. For too long, the modern nations of this world have proudly caroled their patriotism in pubs, cafes and cantinas. Even when thousands of miles away from their native lands, the rhyme and rhythm of these songs has kept the homeland close to their hearts. Complete strangers become instant brothers, tied by the bonds of a familiar melody.

Well, it's time America became a civilized country and adopted its own drinking tune. And I can't think of anything more American than pretending to be something other than what we are. So in this song, we sing about how glad we are that we're Irish.

This is the Hymn O' Drinkin
I sing it loud and true,
So fill a glass or I'll kick your ass
And do a jig on you.

Well me brother is a drunkard
Been so since he's four,
He does some shots until he pukes
And then he does some more.

The English are all wankers
And all the Scottish stink,
So choose your company wisely lad
Before you choose your drink.

Ladi dadi dadi ladi
Dadi fucking oh,

The ladies are looking their best tonight
And so to the pub we go.

Ladi dadi dadi ladi
Dadi fucking dee,

We'll have our way come St. Paddy's Day
When you'll all be seeing green.

If you never seen an Irishman
Get into a fight,
When there's 20 fellas on the lefthand side
The Irishman's on the right.

Well that hooligan's name is O'Malley
And he always did trouble me,
For he makes me call him Sally
When I'm sitting upon his knee.

Ladi dadi dadi ladi
Dadi fucking oh,

The ladies are looking for love tonight
And so to the pub we go.

Ladi dadi dadi ladi
Dadi fucking dee,

We'll have our way come St. Paddy's Day
When you'll all be wearing green.

The three things we do best
They be drinking, screwing & fighting,
In all of the three act-tiv-ities
We be drooling, cursing and biting.

But me lady's away a'travelin
And for ages how I've missed her,
So look away, Tommy O'Shea
While I'm feeling up your sister.

Ladi dadi dadi ladi
Dadi fucking oh,

The ladies are buying the pints tonight
And so to the pub we go.

Ladi dadi dadi ladi
Dadi fucking dee,

We'll have our way come St. Paddy's Day
When we'll all be pissing green.

This is the Hymn O' Drinkin
We sing it loud and true,
So fill a glass OR WE'LL KICK YOUR ASS
And do a jig on you.

CHEERS!

2 comments:

  1. What tune is this sung to?

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  2. Every so often, there comes along a work of art - sometimes a song - that transcends time and culture. It has a mystifying ability to bond living souls in a somewhat supernatural way.

    Only you, could wax poetically about drinking.

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