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| Irish' Music |
| Crack Was Ninety In The Isle O Man |
| It was once said to me, and has been voiced by many - that the only difference between the Scots and the Irish is that the Scots stopped fighting. My response to my Irish friends is that we stopped fighting for good reason. After putting OUR king on THEIR throne, WE thought WE had won ! Sadly the Scots have now spent four centuries wondering what happened ?? Perhaps NOW is the time to peacefully right the wrongs of the past. |
| In the words of Burns, as he wrote from the heart. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and slaverie. Wha would be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? Let him turn and flie: Wha for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Let him follow me. By Oppression's woes and pains! By your Sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us Do - or Die!!! Choose your destiny. |
Well, weren't we the rare oul stock spent the evening getting locked Up in the Ace o hearts where the high stools were engaging Over the Butt Bridge down the dock the boat she sailed at 5 o'clock "Hurry boys, now" said Whack or before we're there we'll all be back Carry him if you can the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man. Before we reached the Alexander base the ding dong we surely did raise In the bar of the ship we had great sport As the boat she sailed out of the port Landed up in the Douglas head enquired for a vacant bed The dining room we soon got shown by a decent woman up the road Lads, eat it if you can and the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man Next morning we went for a ramble round viewed the sights of Douglas town Then we went for a nighty session in a pub they call Dick Darbies We must have been drunk by half past three To sober up we went swimming in the sea Back to the digs for the spruce up and while waitin' for the fry We all drew up our plan The crack was ninety in the Isle of Man. That night we went to Texas Bar Came back down by horse & car Met Big Jim & all went in to drink some wine in Yate's The Liverpool Judies it was said were all to be found in the Douglas head McShane was there in his suit & shirt Them foreign girls he was trying to flirt Sayin "Here girls, I'm your man" & the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man Whacker fancied his good looks, on an Isle of Man woman he was struck But a Liverpool lad was by her side & he was throwin' the jar into her Whacker thought he'd take a chance he asked the quare one out to dance Around the floor they stepped it out And to Whack it was no bother Everything was goin' to plan the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man The Isle of Man woman fancied Whack your man stood there till his mates came back Whack! They all whacked into Whack & Whack was whacked out on his back The police force arrived as well Banjoed a couple of them as well Landed up in the Douglas jail Until the Dublin boat did sail Deported every man The crack was ninety in the Isle of Man |