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Dropkick Murphys lyrics

Album: Sing Loud, Sing Proud [2001]

 01  For Boston
 02  The Legend of Finn Mac
 03  Which Side Are You On?
 04  The Rocky Road to Dublin
 05  Heroes from Our Past
 06  Forever
 07  The Gauntlet
 08  Good Rats
 09  The New American Way
 10  The Torch
 11  The Fortunes of War
 12  A Few Good Men
 13  Ramble and Roll
 14  Caps and Bottles
 15  The Wild Rover
 16  The Spicy McHaggis Jig
all Dropkick Murphys lyrics

For Boston
for Boston
we sing our proud refrain
for Boston for Boston
'tis wisdom's earthly fame
for here are all one and our hearts are true
and the towers on the heights reach the heavens own blue.
for Boston for Boston
'til the echoes ring again

For Boston for Boston
thy glory is our own
for Boston for Boston
'tis here that truth is known
and ever with a right shall our heirs be found 'til time shall be no more
and thy work is crowned
for Boston for Boston
thy glory is our ownback to top
The Legend of Finn Mac
CumhailThis mighty soldier on the eve of the war
he waged told his troops of lessons learned from battles fought:
"May your heart grow bolder like an iron--clad brigade" said this leader to his outnumbered lot.

Known as a hero to all that he knew, long live the legend of Finn MacCool!
The brave fearless leader of the chosen few, long live the legend of Finn MacCool!back to top
Which Side Are You On?
Our father was a union man some day i'll be one too. The bosses fired daddy what's
our family gonna do? Come all you good workers good news to you I'll tell of how the
good old union has come in here to dewll.

Chorus: Which side are you on? Which side are you on?

My daddy was miner and I'm a miner's son and I'll stick with the union 'til every
battles done.

They say in Marlan County there are no neutrals there you'll either be a union man
or a thug for J.H. Blair

Oh workers can you stand it? Oh tell me how you can will you be a lousy scab or will
you be a man? Don't scab for the bosses don't listen to their lies us poor folks
haven't got a chance unless we organize.back to top
The Rocky Road to Dublin
In the merry month of June from my home I started
left the girls of Taum nearly brokenhearted saluted me father dear,
kissed me darling mother drank a pint of beer,
my grief and tears to smother then off to reap the corn,
leave where I was born cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblin,
brand-new pair of brogues,
rattling o'er the bogs frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.

In Mullingar last night, I rested limbs so weary started by daylight next morning bright
and early took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking
that's the daddy's cure when he's on the drinking see the lassies smile,
laughing all the while at me darling style, would set your heart a-bubblin' asked me was I hired,
wages I required 'til I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity to be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
decided to take a stroll all among the quality bundle,
it was stole in that neat locality something crossed my mind when I looked behind
no bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin' crying for a rogue said me
connaught brogue wasn't much in-vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.

From there I got away, me spirits never failing landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing captain at me roared,
said that no room had he then I jumped aboard a cabin found for Daddy down among the pigs,
played some funny rigs, danced some hearty jigs,
the water 'round me bubblin' off to hollyhead wished myself was dead
or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin.

The boys in Liverpool, when we safely landed called myself a fool,
I could no longer stand it blood began to boil,
temper I was losing poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing hooray me soul,
says I, let the shellaillagh fly some galway boys were nigh,
saw I was a-hobblin' with a loud array,
they joined me in the fray and soon we cleared the way on the rocky road to Dublin.back to top
Heroes from Our Past
And so the story's told of a hearty group of men it's a tale of their triumphs and their woes.
Be it raids and melees ancient or the modern worker's struggle
that inspires men to stand up for their rights.
And should we fall down by the wayside in this ever changing world
we can look back to these heroes of our past.
With their staunch determination and ferocious iron will,
no tyranny would quell them in their task.

It's an age-old situation with an ever-present message:
that time and tide waiteth for no man.
So without fear of confrontation of the consequence of outcome,
it's for freedom and for happiness they toiled.
An in looking to the future,
we can see a better place where we can shake the yoke of tyranny for all.
It's been paved by generations who have gone now to their rest.
It's just remembrance of their dignity we ask.

So come on rally round this brave and valiant cause with tradition, pride, and honor at its core.
With swords drawn to defend stood stood these noble-hearted men Faugh-an-ballagh,
clear the way, me boys!!

Under perilous conditions with small hope of success they left behind the lives that they once led
and by virtue of their fortitude and single-minded strength
they cleared the way for the people of today
so when we think back to our ancestors respectfully we hark
and thank the men whose struggle broke the chain it's a long road up ahead of us
let's forge on while we're strong and leave our mark of honor once again

So the story has been told and it comes now to an end.
It's setting any era, any land.
When abusive tyrants force the hands of matters great or small,
it inpires men to stand up for their rights.back to top
"Never take your loved ones for granted: they could be gone tomorrow" all of my
dreams seem to fall by the side like a discarded thought or the day's fading light
but I know that if I could just see you tonight forever at times we may fall, like
we all tend to do but I'll reach out and find that I've run into you your strength
is the power that carried me through forever

Your kindness for weakness I never mistook I worried you often, yet you understood
that life is so fleeting, these troubles won't last forever inspired me truly you did
from the start to not be afraid and to follow my heart there's a piece of you with me
they can't tear apart forever

Forever I'll find you, forever we'll be
Forever your power and strength stays with meback to top
The Gauntlet
Well I just got back from a break in the fight I was weighing in heavy but still feeling alright
all I hear in the distance mines and shells
here come the sirens wailing another attack to be repelled
do you think we're gonna make it?
I don't know unless we try
you could sit here scared to move or we could take them by surprise
it's submission that they want
it's surrender that they need
when we're doing it their way their aims will be achieved

They're gonna come when you're not ready
when you're not to well-prepared
they're gonna prey upon your weakness no man's soul is ever spared
you've got to stand up, yeah, and fight them
show them what it's all about this man is not for sale there will be no backing down

Stand up and fight and I'll stand up with you!
We shall succeed

They won't get me they won't get me
thought they never cease to try
they won't get me they won't get me
I would rather fight and die
they won't get me they won't get me
well my friend will they get you?
when they get you when they get
you tell me what are you gonna do?back to top
Good Rats
Have you ever stopped to think about what rats do for run?
Sure they crawl around and scurry, yeah they're always on the run
but a rat sure likes a good time just like you and me
I'll prove it with a tale about a rat-infested brewery

It started with a little lad named vermin McCann
who fell upon a drink that made him feel like quite a man
he rounded up his furry boys, though some wore a frown
they quickly changed their tune and they slammed a couple down.

One, two, one-two-three-four!
Come on all you good rats we'll send you to heaven
you'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam
'cause in these vats you've made quite a creation
a potion that turned the Guinness to gold!

Like mice behind a piper, rats from all around
soon headed for this factory in old Dublin Town.
They surely heard the news about this fancy new rat-brew
they come, they saw, they had a taste and knocked back a few

The rats were in a tizzy addicted to the bone
the hairy lugs wer giddy they were never going home
like a bunch of drunken pirates prepared to walk the plank
they drank, they sang, they took a plunge and in the beer they sank!back to top
The New American Way
"The punishment no longer fits the crime"

Each day when I wake up and I set my best foot forward
I'll make an effort to be all that I can be.
I take a look around me and I wonder how things change so much
in the few short years since I was a young boy.

Do you know what we're fighting for?
I know in an instant I could lose everything I'm working toward.

I know I'll win my battles
though I fear we'll lose the war to the new American way.

The morals of this nation's youth have long gone astray lead by tolerance, indifference,
and this kinder gentler way that has corrupted and destroyed so many of our boys and girls
oh Lord I start to wonder will it ever come around?back to top
The Torch
Wash away all the lines on your face that show how you've aged it's a long way down
your back's been broken you can't make the rounds the tables are turned as the litany goes...
you're a rotten old man who'll be covered in dirt on your knees
and pray to the maker that caused you to bleed

Turn back the hand on the clock
you're a bitter old man who's done nothing
but work your hands to the bone on the assembly lines
you've grown cold to the touch of the ones that you love
ignorance is something you can't over come but you've passed it on down
and that's something much worse for a bitter young man...
is now taking the torch

Silent scorn - you've taken it out on the ones you adore Inside rage
they've left you before but they'll come back again
they'll pray for you with all their love
but this time your indifference just can't be excused Forced amends
well it's something you'll die with but it goes on for them...
for a bitter young man...has now taken the torch...back to top
The Fortunes of War
[Dedicated to the memory of Brian Deneke]

Each town has its cliques those who don't get along
and then there's towns I know where certain kids just don't belong
so know your rivals and watch your back
'cause no one's gonna be there when the enemy attacks

When the justice eludes you it's the fortunes of war
wouldn't things be different had the tables been turned?
If the people won't protect you you must fend for yourself
when the justice eludes you it's the fortunes of war

You drove right over him and then you sped away
how does it feel to kill and know you didn't pay?
So walk away even though a life is gone someday,
you'll know the price when god repays you for your wrongs.back to top
A Few Good Men
It's time we stood up for ourselves so get up off your knees.
We'll shake off our destractors and attain our hopes and dreams
and if we fall prey to in-fighting, we're never gonna win,
so put aside your differences, sing loud, sing proud

We won't listen to their stories or be waylaid by their lies
it's a dream that's still attainable for kids like you and I
So if we all stand together singing one defiant song
our voice will reach the heavens, so sing with all your heart

Join us in a song
we shall rise and sing
stand up and be counted
sing a song for liberty
join us in this song
together we shall sing
rise up and be counted
sing it loud, sing it proud

We've been brutalized and crucified, the brunt of their attacks,
is corruption not their trademark and compassion what they lack?
If we can realize our common goals,
the end of which is plain
united and now stronger,
their loss is now our gain!

Join us in a song
we shall rise and sing
stand up and be counted sing a song for liberty
join us in this song
together we shall sing
rise up and be counted
sing it loud, sing it proud


Join us in a song
we shall rise and sing
stand up and be counted sing a song for liberty
join us in this song
together we shall sing
rise up and be counted
sing it loud, sing it proudback to top
Ramble and Roll
Driving down the highway and I've got no lights dreaming about my future,
but it's fading away in the night
what do you want out of life when you don't play by the rules
I've got no expectations and I fully expect to lose

'Cause I was born to ramble I was made to roll living my stickin' life in yesterday's rock and roll

I drink in dirty bars 'cause they serve bigger drinks and I don't own fancy cars
I take the train and man it stinks, yeah, I play music
but I do't hang out with stars and if I need money I'll just pawn a few guitars

I may speak gibberish, but I don't talk shit
and I'm not one for book smarts but I'm known for my barroom wit!back to top
Caps and Bottles
When I was thirteen, I bought a scally cap looked up to the older guys who drank at the rat
couldn't wait to grow up just to drink with the crew put my name on the map and have a social few

I recall when I was small I thought I'd be legend soon
but that was then and this is now a harder road cannot be found don't get me wrong,
good times were had sometimes the fun outweighed the bad but all in all,
now said and done I can recall more bad than fun

It's killing me - the answer's here, it's plain to see it's taken me
I'm half the man I thought I'd be it's killing me
it's taken years but now I see I'm not the man I thought I'd be

I'd fight them all, big or small angel dust and Bud tall collars up and fists the same
protect your friends and family name had my lumps,
received a few but not near what I deserved
some say this life's my punishment some say this life's my just deservesback to top
The Wild Rover
I've been a wild rover for many's the year
and I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
and now I'm returning with gold in great store
and I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's no, nay, never no, nay, never!
No more will I play the wild rover no, never, no more

I went into an alehouse I used to frequent
and I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay
such a custom as yours I could have any day

I took from me pocket ten sovereigns bright
and the landlady's eyes opened up with delight
she said she had whiskeys and wines of the best
and the words that she told me were only in jest

I went home to my parents, confessed what I'd done
and I asked them to pardon their prodigal son
and when they'd caressed me as oft times before
I never will play the wild rover no moreback to top
The Spicy McHaggis Jig
ill tell you a story believe me its true
a tale youd best hope never happens to you
old spicy mchaggis, how he met his fate
you i can save but for him its too late

spicy was big, burly and strong
his pipes are gigantic, and so is his schlong
from city to city running around
always looking for chicks over 400 pounds

one night at a pub a girl caught his eye
as big as a house, just the right size
the broad was enormous, stacked to the hilt
spicy soon noticed a bulge in his kilt
the piper delivered his best pick up line
though to himself ''this beast is all mine''
the portly young lady could stand for nomore
she grabbed his cojones and went for the door

they got to her house and dimmed all the lights
spicy was in for one hell of a night
he said that hed love her hed always be true
''but mr mchaggis ive only just met you!''

by now he saw double through his drunken eyes
he saw neither looks or appropriate size
he came to his senses thought to himself
at this time of night i wont find nothing else
he took off his shirt she lifted her skirt
they pulled out his unit and started to play
she asked for a glove he gave her a shove
had baby mchaggis nine months to the day


one night at a pub a girl caught his eye
as big as a house, just the right size
the broad was enormous, stacked to the hilt
spicy soon noticed a bulge in his kilt
the piper delivered his best pick up line
though to himself ''this beast is all mine''
the portly young lady could stand for nomore
she grabbed his cojones and went for the door

three packs a day hell smoke till he dies
spicy mchaggis is one hell of a guyback to top
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