walden is. no, wait, he's reasonable.jbarter wrote:They are allowed outside in the beer garden if accompanied by a responsible adult (and we all know anyone with a whistle can't be classed as responsible).amar wrote:what about whistles? are whistles allowed?
A pub with no name?
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At the first part of the session
I was listening to all the tunes,
there were fiddles, guitars, zooks and things,
there were bodhráns, bones and spoons.
The first thing I met was a whistle with chiff
and a banjo with no back,
the beer was hot and the chips were stale,
but I've never had such craic!
Oh I've been to a session at a pub with no name,
it felt good to be out of the rain.
At a session you can remember your tunes
'cause there ain't no one there
who can't play your tunes.
(La la la la la la la la...)
I was listening to all the tunes,
there were fiddles, guitars, zooks and things,
there were bodhráns, bones and spoons.
The first thing I met was a whistle with chiff
and a banjo with no back,
the beer was hot and the chips were stale,
but I've never had such craic!
Oh I've been to a session at a pub with no name,
it felt good to be out of the rain.
At a session you can remember your tunes
'cause there ain't no one there
who can't play your tunes.
(La la la la la la la la...)
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After two days of playing The Kesh
My eyes began to turn red
After three days of playing The Kesh
I was looking at the Bodhraner's head
And the story it told how bad his rhythm flowed
Made me sad to think he weren't dead
Oh I've been to a session at a pub with no name,
it felt good to be out of the rain.
At a session you can remember your tunes
'cause there ain't no one there
who can't play your tunes.
(La la la la la la la la...)
My eyes began to turn red
After three days of playing The Kesh
I was looking at the Bodhraner's head
And the story it told how bad his rhythm flowed
Made me sad to think he weren't dead
Oh I've been to a session at a pub with no name,
it felt good to be out of the rain.
At a session you can remember your tunes
'cause there ain't no one there
who can't play your tunes.
(La la la la la la la la...)
"It might be a bit better to tune to one of my fiddle's open strings, like A, rather than asking me for an F#." - Martin Milner
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GaryKelly wrote:After two days of playing The Kesh
My eyes began to turn red
After three days of playing The Kesh
I was looking at the Bodhraner's head
And the story it told how bad his rhythm flowed
Made me sad to think he weren't dead
jbarter wrote:Landlord, give those two singers a drink on me.
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here's a pub joke:
so there's this pub, a lady comes in, goes to the bar and yells, with arm raised: which one of you chaps will buy me a drink?
A few tables away an old fellow yells: Jimmy (the barman), buy the ballerina a drink!
She gets her drink, downs it in one shot and raises her arm, yells: which one of you chaps will buy me a drink??
The wee old fellow slaps the table and yells: Jimmy! Buy the ballerina a drink!!
Jimmy then comes over to the wee old chap and says: you know, it's your money, if you feel like buying her drink after drink that's your business, but why do you insist on calling her a ballerina??
'Jimmy me lad, a girl that can lift her leg so high has got to be a ballerina!'
well, i thought it was quite funny.
so there's this pub, a lady comes in, goes to the bar and yells, with arm raised: which one of you chaps will buy me a drink?
A few tables away an old fellow yells: Jimmy (the barman), buy the ballerina a drink!
She gets her drink, downs it in one shot and raises her arm, yells: which one of you chaps will buy me a drink??
The wee old fellow slaps the table and yells: Jimmy! Buy the ballerina a drink!!
Jimmy then comes over to the wee old chap and says: you know, it's your money, if you feel like buying her drink after drink that's your business, but why do you insist on calling her a ballerina??
'Jimmy me lad, a girl that can lift her leg so high has got to be a ballerina!'
well, i thought it was quite funny.
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(With apologies to Slim Dusty and everyone else for that matter.)
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild whistlers call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so tame
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no name
Now the publican's anxious for the nameboard to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's quite insane
What a terrible place is a pub with no name
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face he simply cannot retain
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no name!"
There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside playing the pipes with his mates
He hurries for cover and he limps off in pain
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no name
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He's whistling the Kesh Jig, he's telling us lies
But his bold storytelling goes from strong to inane
When the inmates inform him, the pub's got no name.
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild whistlers call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so tame
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no name
Now the publican's anxious for the nameboard to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's quite insane
What a terrible place is a pub with no name
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face he simply cannot retain
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no name!"
There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside playing the pipes with his mates
He hurries for cover and he limps off in pain
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no name
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He's whistling the Kesh Jig, he's telling us lies
But his bold storytelling goes from strong to inane
When the inmates inform him, the pub's got no name.
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Wombat wrote:(With apologies to Slim Dusty and everyone else for that matter.)
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild whistlers call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so tame
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no name
Now the publican's anxious for the nameboard to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's quite insane
What a terrible place is a pub with no name
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face he simply cannot retain
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no name!"
There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside playing the pipes with his mates
He hurries for cover and he limps off in pain
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no name
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He's whistling the Kesh Jig, he's telling us lies
But his bold storytelling goes from strong to inane
When the inmates inform him, the pub's got no name.
Hmm, this is a famous song out your way, correct? Pub with No Name, that is.
Tom
"Consult the Book of Armaments"
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[quote="Wombat
Adapted from 'The Pub With No Beer'. (Google to find the lyrics.) Now you're not going to tell me it failed to chart in Britain and the USA are you? I'm sure George Jones did a cover.
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He, or Willie, probably did. They have covered every other song know to man. Thanks.
Tom
Adapted from 'The Pub With No Beer'. (Google to find the lyrics.) Now you're not going to tell me it failed to chart in Britain and the USA are you? I'm sure George Jones did a cover.
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He, or Willie, probably did. They have covered every other song know to man. Thanks.
Tom
"Consult the Book of Armaments"
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The Dubliners covered it some years ago,Ronnie Drew was the vocalist.Wombat wrote:Adapted from 'The Pub With No Beer'. (Google to find the lyrics.) Now you're not going to tell me it failed to chart in Britain and the USA are you? I'm sure George Jones did a cover.TomB wrote:
Hmm, this is a famous song out your way, correct? Pub with No Name, that is.
Tom
Slan,
D.
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
W.B.Yeats
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
W.B.Yeats
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The Irish Rovers used to do it in concert a lot, and it's on several of their albums: Irish Rovers in Australia, The Irish Rovers 20th Anniversary Celebration (put out by Reader's Digest), and the Rovers Party Album.Wombat wrote:Adapted from 'The Pub With No Beer'. (Google to find the lyrics.) Now you're not going to tell me it failed to chart in Britain and the USA are you? I'm sure George Jones did a cover.TomB wrote:
Hmm, this is a famous song out your way, correct? Pub with No Name, that is.
Tom
Wish I could think of a good name to add!
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OK, yer gonna make me do it, aren't'cha?
After nine times I got to play for a fee
'cause the session had turned to a gig.
There were airs and waltzes, songs and things,
there were hornpipes, reels and jigs.
A gig is a session where the players get paid
and no one has an empty glass.
It's a pity, we played two hours or more
but the punters would give no cash.
(repeat chorus)
After nine times I got to play for a fee
'cause the session had turned to a gig.
There were airs and waltzes, songs and things,
there were hornpipes, reels and jigs.
A gig is a session where the players get paid
and no one has an empty glass.
It's a pity, we played two hours or more
but the punters would give no cash.
(repeat chorus)
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