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Band O'Brothers

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1.
Walkin' Jack 04:31
WALKIN' JACK Step by step, street by street Block by block, face by face, Sidewalk, crosswalk, right in time, Walkin’ Jack walkin’ at a Walkin’ Jack pace. Recognize his familiar gait You know his stride from front or back, See him walkin’ everywhere, There goes Walkin’ Jack. Tales are told about his past, A part of local lore, But there’s no mystery to the man, Just talk to him at the grocery store, Everywhere he goes, everybody knows, The man called Walkin’ Jack, Every day he makes his way downtown . . . . . . Then he walks back . . . His route’s the same but the backdrop’s changed, Storefronts come and go, But Walkin’ Jack walks through it all, As he has since long ago. The Cinema is a long-time gone, The picture shows are done, So now there’s no place left downtown for kids to go for fun. Academy, the factory, the churches in a row, All these places Jack would go, Right on time, right on track, walk downtown . . . Then turn around and walk back . . . Lonely sidewalks lying bare Lifelong friends of Jack’s Bikes and joggers all have fled To the path in the bed of the railroad tracks. Last I saw him was way down south, Far below his range, He must be lost, or so I thought Or his route, at last, had changed. And when this whole town closes down and all of us are gone, On sidewalks of eternity, Walkin’ Jack walks on . . . Everywhere he goes, everybody knows, The man called Walkin’ Jack, Right on time, right on track, walk downtown . . . Then turn around and walk back . . .
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NANCY WHISKEY: I am a weaver, a Carlton weaver. I am a brash and a roving blade. I will wander where I wish to And I follow a roving trade Whiskey whiskey Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy-o Whiskey whiskey Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy-o As I walked into Glasgow city. Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell. I walked in, sat down beside her. Seven long years I loved her well. Whiskey whiskey Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy-o Whiskey whiskey Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy-o The more I kissed her, the more I loved her. The more I kissed her, the more she smiled. I forgot my mother's teaching, Nancy soon had me beguiled. Now I rose early in the mornin', To slake my thirst, it was my need. I tried to rise but was not able. Nancy had me by the knees. Whiskey whiskey Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy-o Whiskey whiskey Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy-o So I’m going back to Carlton weaving; I’ll really make those shuttles fly. I'll make more at the Carlton weaving than I did in a roving way. So come ye weavers, ye Carlton weavers, Weavers, where e're ye be. Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey. She'll ruin you she blinded me! Whiskey whiskey Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy-o Whiskey whiskey Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy-o
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Irish Yoga 03:10
IRISH YOGA Woke on the ground with my head all blurry, Arms spread wide and a tongue like glue, Finally rose and began to worry, "Holy hell, what did I do?" Then I pieced it all together, I was drinking whiskey from a glass, Did not stop 'til I lost my balance, And went to sleep on the cool, green grass Hasn't anyone ever told you Why my bed is on the ground? I'm a master of Irish Yoga, Drink, get drunk, fall down. I woke up in the town hall hedgerow, The morning after the summer dance, I never made it home that night, I lost my way and I lost my pants, Police asked me "where you going? What's your name, what have you done?" "In my town you must wear trousers, And I can see that you have none." Well, I sure wish that I had a toga, Or a kilt, or a pair of shorts, Last night I practiced Irish Yoga, Today they hauled me off to court. Hasn't anyone ever told you Why my bed is on the ground? I'm a master of Irish Yoga, Drink, get drunk, fall down. I've been all around this continent And I find drink where'er I go, I drank my way through many states, And here is what I've come to know: They like their beer in Canada, They seem to like Tequila out West, Way down south they love their bourbon, But Irish whiskey is the best, It limbers your lips and then your tongue, Then your throat then you have some more, It hits your belly, it hits your knees, It hits your head, then you hit the floor. Hasn't anyone ever told you Why my bed is on the ground? I'm a master of Irish Yoga, Drink, get drunk, fall down.
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THE TRY-WORKS Standing in a sleep, something is wrong, The compass I was steering by is suddenly gone, Nothing before me but a jet-black gloom, Ghastly flash of red, and a thunderous boom . . . Sinking through the darkness to the depths of my soul, Kneeling in the bottom of a bloody punch bowl, My sea legs are sturdy, but I can’t stand To scour these pots with soapstone and sand Stark, bewildered, a feeling of death, Choked by the smoke, can’t draw a breath, Temperature rising, higher and higher, I’ve been staring too long at the face of the fire . . . Pitchin’ and a-rollin’ cross the watery earth, Telling tales of terror in a language of mirth, Dirty harpooners who feel no shame, Their laughter forks up like the tongues of the flame From the furnace, so hot that the main deck warps, laden with fire as we’re melting a corpse, The whale supplies the oil that makes his own body burn, As we flee from all the safety of the havens astern. It’s been an all-night, headlong, sled-like slide, The crazy old man took us all for a ride, Hatred and revenge figured into his plan, And I, like all all the others, was a butterless man, The ship, like Satan, sank down into hell As she dragged a living part of heaven down with herself, But the eagle soars higher than the crows and the cranes, And I’ve returned alone, the only one who remains, So tomorrow will dawn, and the skies will be bright, The world looks better in the natural light. Shake off the cold and the dark and the damp, That golden, glad sun is the only true lamp.
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CANNIBAL KING A cannibal king with a big nose ring Made love to a hula dame And every night by the pale moonlight Across the lake he came He’d hug and kiss his pretty little miss Under the bamboo tree And every time he stole a kiss It sounded like this to me: A-roomp [kiss-kiss], A-room [kiss-kiss], A-room poddy-oddee ahh-eee-ahh A-room [kiss-kiss], A-room [kiss-kiss], A-room poddy-oddee ayy-eee-ayy We’ll build a bungalow, big enough for two Big enough for two, my honey, Big enough for two, (walla-walla-walla) And when we’re married, happy we’ll be Under the bamboo, Underneath the bamboo tree Boom-boom, Boom-boom, Boom-boom, Boom-boom, Boom-boom, If you’ll be M-I-N-E, mine I’ll be T-H-I-N-E, thine, And I’ll L-O-V-E, love you All the T-I-M-E, time You are the B-E-S-T Of all the R-E-S-T, rest And I’ll L-O-V-E, love you All the T -- I -- M-E, ti-ime, Rack ‘em up, sack ‘em up, Any ol’ ti-ime . . .
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The Notch 03:29
THE NOTCH Hey, ho, me arse is dragging, I've been up all night, They hauled me away in the Paddy Wagon, A sandwich from The Notch would do me right, sooooooo . . . Here's to Frankie Salvatore, Proprietor of the old Notch Store, He always has an open door For customers and friends, Well he's got pumpkins, mums, and Christmas trees, The world's best bacon-egg-and-cheese, He'll sing a song, he'll shoot the breeze, His kindness never ends, One cup of coffee, two cups of coffee, three cups of coffee, Every morning it's the same. One cup of coffee, two cups of coffee, three cups of coffee, And another cribbage game. For Sunday papers, deli meats, Donuts, milk, or Swisher Sweets, The inventory is complete, 'Cause Frankie's on the watch, So this advice you all must heed, And all through Cheshire it's agreed, When there's anything you need You can find it at the Notch (or Hine's). One cup of coffee, two cups of coffee, three cups of coffee, Every morning it's the same. One cup of coffee, two cups of coffee, three cups of coffee, And another cribbage game. So God Bless Frankie Salvatore Proprietor of the old Notch Store, He always has an open door For customers and friends. For he's a jolly good fellow . . . which nobody can deny! To customers and friends.
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Big Jim 03:55
BIG JIM Hear it sing, The hammered anvil’s short-pitched ring The blacksmith stands With a piece he’s worked with two strong hands He plies his trade, No man could make a finer blade Big Jim Perhaps you’ve heard of him James Joseph, the Blacksmith King Without a blacksmith shop you can’t build a thing Been here for years Before steam hammers or power shears The bellows swoon, Breathing fire for axes and picaroons Train rails and spikes Shaped by his hammer’s mighty strikes The local farms Run on tools he made with his two strong arms James Joseph, the Blacksmith King Without a blacksmith shop you can’t build a thing A dying art His shop was this small town’s beating heart Things aren’t the same Since the factories and machine shops came His days are long, But he does his part and staggers on In the flame and heat, He’ll mold and shape and pound and beat Hear it sing, The hammered anvil’s short-pitched ring His edge won’t dull His flame will ever burn through the dark, So let fall the hammer . . . Let fly the spark, Let fall the hammer . . . Let fly the sparks!
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OF THE PERSUASION Of The Persuasion For Mr. Wyllie A lad went out to buy some trout To fry in his dinner pan While standing in line he spotted a fine, Distinguished looking man The lad said “sir, I know you Though it’s been ten years or longer, How lucky to see you in front of me In the shop of the local fishmonger.” The man said “Hell, I know you well, I taught you in my class, I’m glad to see you remember me Though many years have passed, But still there is a quiz to validate your education: Are you of the drinking persuasion?” The lad said “Sir, I am quite sure That I can pass your test. Of all the teachers I have had, You’re easily the best, I have too much respect for you to try and tell a lie, And so I’ll tell you to your face, and look you in the eye.” And he said: “Aye, aye, aye, I’m a drinking man, indeed, And when I think to have a drink, there’s nothing else I need, It’s put me in and kept me out of many a situation, It’s true I’m of the drinking persuasion.” And so the men decided then To join with friends and dine, To share some drinks and stories And talk of auld lang syne A dram or two will always do to kindle conversation At meetings of men of the drinking persuasion Through all the years and all the beers And whiskey, gin, and wine, We take a drink to make us think That everything is fine, We’ll take our lumps and bumps, Contusions, bruises and abrasions, Because we’re of the drinking persuasion. We all sing: “Aye, aye, aye, I’m a drinking man, indeed, And when I think to have a drink, there’s nothing else I need, It’s put me in and kept me out of many a situation, It’s true I’m of the drinking persuasion!”
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Take the bottle from the freezer, a hint of dry vermouth Jalapeno olives on a pick made for your tooth Grab the frozen shaker, pour all the goodness in It ain’t a real martini if it don’t got gin When early evening rolls around Say, at the stroke of five. That’s when the spirits move you to remind you you’re alive Don’t need no fruity pink crap, I tell ya, that’s a sin It ain’t a real martini if it don’t got gin You can have it on the rocks my friend or you can have it up Doesn’t really matter if it’s in a coffee cup What matters is the friends you’ll make, Their gratitude, their grin Cuz it ain’t a real martini if it don’t got gin You got your everyday, your blue Bombay Your Tanqueray Ten Grab Beefeater or Hendrick's If a British mood you're in Don’t fall for all those fancy names For drinks in bars you been, It ain’t a real martini if it don’t got gin.
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MILFord 02:38
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IRISH (We'll Never Be) I’ve never seen Dublin in the flesh I stained my shirt with meatballs and spaghetti But I’m proud of my descent It’s not from Cork, not from Killarney Where every song is like: Drink some whiskey, get into a bar fight Lather-rinse-repeat on the next night We don’t care, we’re sipping cappucinos peacefully Still every song is like: Pretty lassie, wife is into whoring Nectar of the barley, crathur in the morning We don’t care – our backs are covered with too much hair And we’ll never be Irish (Iiiiiiiiiiirish) It don’t run in our Guinea Blood I want to punch those smiling eyes And mock the penis size ‘Cause we’re sick of the Dubes (Duuuubes) As well as the Malloys (Maaaahhloyyys) Cause laddies they drool (they drool they drool they drool) Like most drunk Irish guys My brother and I we’ve cracked the code (low D note on accordion repeated section) Add Jamesons and a nip of Baileys to the coffee And everyone who knows them knows That they’re good with this, but less so with sobriety And every song is like: Drink some whiskey, get into a bar fight Lather-rinse-repeat on the next night We don’t care, we’re sipping cappucino’s peacefully Still every song is like: Pretty lassie, wife is into whoring Nectar of the barley, crathur in the morning We don’t care – our backs are covered with too much hair And we’ll never be Irish (Iiiiiiiiiiirish) It don’t run in our Guinea Blood I’ll turn black those smiling eyes Laugh at the pasty thighs ‘Cause we’re sick of the Dubes (Duuuubes) As well as the Malloys (Mahhhlloooyys) Cause laddies they drool (they drool they drool they drool) Like most drunk Irish guys (Ayyyyyyyeeeeye…Ayyyyyeeeeeye…Aye yahhhhh) They’re drunker than I’ve ever seen I’m so sick of wearing green (Ayyyyyyeeeeye…Ayyyyyyyeeeye…Aye yahhhhh) They live life without a care And without backs full of hair No, we’ll never be Irish (I…..rish) It don’t run in our Guinea Blood I wanna punch those smiling eyes And mock the penis size ‘Cause we’re sick of the Dubes (Duuuubes) As well as the Malloys (Maaahhhlloyyys) Cause laddies they drool (they drool they drool they drool) Like most drunk Irish guys (stop at last word)
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THE WHISKEY SPIDER I've got a perfect explanation for what happened Friday night. I stayed in bed all weekend ‘cause I wasn't feeling right. But I swear it wasn't too much drink, I swear with all my might, The thing that almost killed me was a deadly spider bite. You see, I have a little brown jug with a handle near the spout, I bought it at a tag sale, took it home and cleaned it out, I filled it up with whiskey, but I should have corked it tighter, ‘Cause down into that jug crawled a nasty little spider. and he drank . . . and he grew . . . and when I drank . . . I never knew Chorus: Yes, the Whiskey Spider bit me, And when the venom hit me, I saw things that you never would believe, I had the devil at my side, I swear to God, I thought I’d died, Oh, dear lord, what a tangled web I weave. I had no idea the foul arachnid was afloat And when I took a swallow, he stung me in the throat! It felt just like a pinprick, but then began to burn I started feeling dizzy and the room began to turn. The poison, deep inside me, began to paralyze, I couldn’t move a muscle, and blackness filled my eyes, Nausea, ache, and fever were all that I could feel, Careening through depths of Hell on wicked Fortune’s wheel. CHORUS I cannot take that chance again, I will not drink the pure, For Whiskey Spider venom, I do not know the cure, So if you offer me a whiskey, I’ll politely pass, [SLOW TO A STOP] Unless, I guess, you pour it in a nice clean crystal glass!
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THE BROTHERS' ANTHEM We stand for each other, The best hope we have, We do not wish for more, A Band of Brothers From here to the grave, We happy few, how our spirits soar! We do not covet gold, To Brotherhood we hold, For he who sings this song with me, Shall be my brother, ne’er so vile, So open up your hearts and sing awhile.
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THE ANDREW T. POLKA The only time we get together is when we get together, I hope we'll be together soon again, I'm so sorry that we have to part, but I'll keep you in my heart, and I'll see you when I see you, my friend. May the road rise to meet you, may friendly faces greet you, wherever you may go in this land, And until we meet again, I wish you this, my friend, may God hold you in the palm of his hand. The only time we get together is when we get together, I hope we'll be together soon again, When you leave I'll hug and kiss you, and when you're gone, I'll miss you, But I'll see you when I see you, my friend. Sit long, laugh loud, eat well, drink deep. Go home, unwind, Get up on top of bed, and make yourself some sleep! The only time we get together is when we get together, And now our time together's at an end, So good night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite, and I'll see you when I see you, my friend. and I'll see you when I see you, my friend. and I'll see you when I see you, my friend. (rack 'em up, sack 'em up, any ol' time)

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Band O'Brothers' debut album, completed in the fall of 2016.

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released November 19, 2016

Anthony DePaolo: Lead and Rhythm Guitar Bass, Vocals
Steve DePaolo: Drums, Percussion
Chris Dube: Drums, Percussion
Jeff Dube: Rhythm Guitar
Gavin Malloy: Accordion, Piano
Mark Malloy: Lead Vocals, Harmonica, Anvil
Sean Malloy: Banjo, Mandolin, Vocals
Everyone: Background Vocals

Special Guests:
Tom Boudreau - Bass on "The Try-Works"
Lee Emery - Mapledene Bell on "The Try-Works"
Seamus Monahan - Uileann Pipes on "The Brothers' Anthem"

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Band O'Brothers Cheshire, Connecticut

Hailing from Cheshire, CT, Band O'Brothers entertains themselves and their unfortunate victims with their own brand of Mediocre Irish American Music.

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