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It's too early in the morning and I am podcasting after finishing an episode of the Renaissance Festival podcast dedicated to pirates. Songs: "Irish Rover" by Sligo Rags from The Night Before the Morning After "Patriot Game" by Brobdingnagian Bards from Songs of Ireland Notes: Pirate Music and Pirates of the Caribbean Coming back off the road What's with Cats who lie on top of you? Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest Black Jack Murphy Live recording from a house concert Irish Roverwords and music traditional In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and sixWe set sail from the cold Cobh of Cork.We were sailing away with a cargo of bricksFor the grand city hall of New York.In an elegant craft, she was rigged fore-and-aftAnd oh, how the trade winds drove her.She had twenty-three masts and withstood several blastsAnd they called her the Irish Rover. There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,There was Hogan from County Tyrone.There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of workAnd a chap from West Meade called Mallone.There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a ruleAnd fighting Bill Casey from Dover.And a man Mick McCann from the banks of the BannWas the skipper in the Irish Rover. We had one million bags of the best Sligo ragsWe had two million barrels of bones.We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails,We had four million barrels of stones.We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs,We had six million barrels of porter.We had eight million sides of old blind horses hides,In the hold of the Irish Rover. We had sailed seven years when the measles broke outAnd the ship lost her way in a fog. (big fog)And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two,Myself and the captain's old dog. (small dog woof)Then the ship struck a rock. Lord, what a shock!Then she heeled right over,She spun nine times around, and the poor old dog was drownedI'm the last of the Irish Rover. Patriot Gamewords and music by Dominic Behan Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing,For the love of one's country is a terrible thing.It banishes fear with the speed of a flame,And it makes us all part of the patriot game. My name is O'Hanlon, and I've just turned sixteen.My home is in Monaghan, and where I was weanedI learned all my life cruel England's to blame,So now I am part of the patriot game. This Ireland of ours has too long been half free.Six counties lie under John Bull's tyranny.But still De Valera is greatly to blameFor shirking his part in the Patriot game. They told me how Connolly was shot in his chair,His wounds from the fighting all bloody and bare.His fine body twisted, all battered and lameThey soon made me part of the patriot game. It's nearly two years since I wandered awayWith the local battalion of the bold IRA,For I read of our heroes, and wanted the sameTo play out my part in the patriot game. [extra verse I found]I don't mind a bit if I shoot down policeThey are lackeys for war never guardians of peaceAnd yet at deserters I'm never let aimThe rebels who sold out the patriot game And now as I lie here, my body all holesI think of those traitors who bargained in soulsAnd I wish that my rifle had given the sameTo those Quislings who sold out the patriot game. Lyrics to Patriot Game found here.