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On Returning from Ireland

Pirates for Sail
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(INTRO) So we all set sail for Ireland Tis a place where good ale flows Where the women are fair In that warm summer's air And the sing songs that everyone knows (MacEntire) SHUT IT God help you if you are an Englishman For you better learn to drink quick For those damn Irish lasses Well they drink their ale in flashes And they'll drink it all before you take a sip (CHORUS) OH We've been kicked out every pub in Ireland We've been beaten within inches of our lives For we act like asses To those fair Irish lasses Its a wonder any one of us survived (VERSE1) Well the girls over there are quite pretty you see Their beauty is the fairest work of art And their Irish brew Can tame any rogue And send cupids arrow through his heart But they talk too much And they won't shut up All those cursed women do not know their place For if you tell a bird To be seen and not heard She will haul right up and punch you in the face (CHORUS) We've been kicked out every pub in Ireland We've been beaten within inches of our lives For we act like asses To those fair Irish lasses Its a wonder any one of us survived (VERSE 2) Well it was there I was drinking one fine morning Scared of some pretty Irish lass (scaring her away) When behind me there loomed such a shadow That I leapt from my seat for to run That broke me jaw and threw me out the door Four foot Seven is her height But her anger gives her might And she looks big when your lying on the floor (CHORUS) We've been kicked out every pub in Ireland We've been beaten within inches of our lives For we act like asses To those fair Irish lasses Its a wonder any one of us survived (VERSE 3) Well every Irish wench gets a pinch on the arse When they pass us with tankards of ale And we love to flirt hello And lift up their skirts And offer them a fine English male Well I offered one a penny for a roll in the hay But that wench she cried and she balled She said hold that penny dear She don't make that in a year Its a wonder She makes anything at all (CHORUS) We've been kicked out every pub in Ireland We've been beaten within inches of our lives For we act like asses To those fair Irish lasses Its a wonder any one of us survived (FINAL VERSE) So-oo good are the tales of our travels And from them I pray that you will learn That the girls from Erin's isle Are much fore than curls and smiles And curves Though in their pirate hearts for them we yearn Like whiskey or bitters Or a moth to a flame A more volatile of mixtures can't be paired For when you go a travlin If that boddess you're unravlin Belongs to an Irish lass be prepared (CHORUS) We've been kicked out every pub in Ireland We've been beaten within inches of our lives For we act like asses To those fair Irish lasses Its a wonder any one of us survived Its a wonder any one of us survi-i-ived