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One Brew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

by Cassidy's Brewery

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1.
Sail Away 04:06
Sail away to the shores of Amerikay Tacking freedom bound from the bailiff and a crown But we'll come around... To our Donegal town! When the whiskey is all water, and the beer doesn't flow, I'll return to my country to the home that i know Far across the oceans and beyond the mountains high There's the land of my fathers, there's the Emerald Isle Shore to shore 'till I can't sail no more Sail away to the shores of Amerikay, Lost and astray 'till we find a friendly quay On our way To the Donegal Bay From the docks of New York city to the hot Jamaican sun What my destiny denied me I have taken by the gun Under Eagle and the Snake i have tried to hold the line And so became a traitor to the country that's not mine Blood and sand all across the Rio Grande Sailed away from the shores of Amerikay To a place where wind blows chill, And the grindstone's never still On that hill In my Donegal mill Day by day and sack by sack i mill my life away Years slip away, all my kids are grown, my hair is turning gray Sometimes late at night I leave the pub and go to the docks And listen to the sound of the roaring waves smashing on the rocks Wind and sea I will always be free!!! Sailed away, away from this old bay Lost and astray 'till we find a friendly quay And stay away From the Donegal bay
2.
These four things I own Are all I’ve ever known my brothers in arms are the first My princess of night She's my earthly delight She stood by me when the worse came to worst These four strings I play never lead me astray without them I’m a man on the run This pint in my hand here in Van Dieman’s Land gives me more power than any man a gun From the days of my youth and to tell you the truth I’ve walked many alleys and lanes No shackles or chains no bad blood in my veins no color or flag were ever my restraints (Chorus) So I will keep on walking while everyone stands still (Still) believing no matter what they say I’ll fight the battles I’ve already lost No matter what the cost Walked the desert in the sun with no place to run I’ve always been backed up by you Now I’m drifting away though I wanted to stay but I know your friendship is steady and true I will keep on walking while everyone stands still (Still) believing no matter what they say I’ll fight the battles I’ve already lost No matter what the cost Now many miles away and whichever way I sway to my friends and my home I am bound The road nears the end and the death is at hand with my middle finger up, I’m proudly standing ground I will keep on walking while everyone stands still (Still) believing no matter what they say I’ll fight the battles I've already lost ...no matter what the cost (x2)
3.
There were three old gypsies came to our hall door. They came brave and boldly-o. One sang-a high and the other sang-a low And the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o. It was upstairs an' downstairs the lady went, To put on her suit of leather-o, There was a cry from around her door; “She’s away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o” It was late at night when the lord came in, Enquiring for his lady-o, servant girl she ratted to the lord; “She’s away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o” “Then saddle for me my milk-white steed My big horse is not speedy-o And I will ride to seek my bride, She’s away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o” He rode east and he rode west He rode north and south also, There he found the wide open field That's where he found his lady-o. How could you leave your goose feathered bed, With blankets strewn so comely-o. How could you lie in a wide open field In the arms of the raggle taggle gypsy-o What care I for a goose feather bed? With blankets strewn so comely-o. Tonight i lie in a wide open field In the arms of a raggle-taggle gypsy-o How could you leave your house and your land, How could you leave your money-o? How could you leave your only wedded lord All for the raggle taggle gypsy-o?” What care I for me house and me land? What care I for me money-o? I'd rather have a kiss from a yellow gypsy's lips I’m away with the raggle taggle gypsy-oooooo She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o I'm away with the raggle taggle gypsy-oooooooooo
4.
What do you do with a drunken sailor What do you do with a drunken sailor What do you do with a drunken sailor Early in the morning? Put 'im in a longboat til he's sober Put 'im in a longboat til he's sober Put 'im in a longboat til he's sober Early in the mornin'! Hey! Ho! And up she rises! Hey! Ho! And up she rises! Hey! Ho! And up she rises! Early in the morning! What do you do with a drunken sailor What do you do with a drunken sailor What do you do with a drunken sailor Early in the morning? Shave his balls with a rusty razor! Shave his balls with a rusty razor! Shave his balls with a rusty razor! Early in the mornin'! Hey! Ho! And up she rises! Hey! Ho! And up she rises! Hey! Ho! And up she rises! Early in the morning! What do you do with a drunken sailor What do you do with a drunken sailor What do you do with a drunken sailor Early in the morning? Throw 'im in the hold with the Captain's daughter Throw 'im in the hold with the Captain's daughter Throw 'im in the hold with the Captain's daughter Early in the mornin'! Hey! Ho! And up she rises! Hey! Ho! And up she rises! Hey! Ho! And up she rises! Early in the morning!
5.
Lobscouse 02:38
6.
It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife we whalermen undergo And we won't give a damn when the gales are done How hard the winds did blow For we're homeward bound from the Arctic ground With a good ship taut and free And we don't give a damn when we drink our rum With the girls of Old Maui Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys Rolling down to Old Maui We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground Rolling down to Old Maui Once more we sail with a Northerly gales Through the ice, and wind, and rain Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands We soon shall see again Six hellish months we passed away On the cold Kamchatka sea But now we're bound from the Arctic ground Rolling down to Old Maui Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys Rolling down to Old Maui We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground Rolling down to Old Maui How soft the breeze through the island trees Now the ice is far astern Them native maids, them tropical glades Are awaiting our return Even now their big, brown eyes look out Hoping some fine day to see Our baggy sails running 'fore the gales Rolling down to Old Maui Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys Rolling down to Old Maui We're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground Rolling down to Old Maui Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys Rolling down to Old Maui We're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground Rolling down to Old Maui Rolling down to Old Maui Rolling down to Old Maui
7.
Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear, lend an ear Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear Ye Jacobites by name your faults I will proclaim: Your doctrines I must blame, you shall hear, you shall hear! Your doctrines I must blame, you shall hear. What is right and what is wrong by the law, by the law? What is right and what is wrong by the law? What is right and what is wrong, a short sword and a long A weak arm or a strong for to draw, for to draw! A weak arm or a strong for to draw. What makes heroic strife famed afar, famed afar? What makes heroic strife famed afar? What makes heroic strife, to wet the assassin's knife? Or haunt the parent's life with bloody war, bloody war? Or haunt the parent's life with bloody war. Then leave your schemes alone in the state, in the state Then leave your schemes alone in the state Then leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun And leave a man undone to his fate, to his fate. And leave a man undone to his fate.
8.
Heroes 03:12
One fine day When William Wallace woke up He saw Finn MacCool justa taking a walk Through Scotland's highlands around And then! Both heroes stopped in their tracks, and William said: "Finn I'll buy you a beer, It's only a barrel a pound!" When heroes arrived to the tavern nearby, innkeeper with face like a mouse He said: "Maggie old hag, bring the drink for the lads, the best booze in the house!" "LASS!" - they yelled: "Pour I've got coins to spend!" And they sang, and they drank, and they pinched the barmaids 'Till they no longer could stand In the morn' When Wallace and MacCool stood up From under the table, just as soon as they were able, bought coffee a penny a cup. And then! Mighty a hangover hit! A good gaelic beer makes you sing in full cheer, This was some Englishman's shit! They woke the innkeeper, they roughed him a bit "Mate, you call this crap stout???" "It's the bestest king's beer from o'er the frontier, I've got it from guy in the south!" "MATE!" - they yelled: "Give us the fastest mares on the moor!" And they rode, and they drank, and they shagged local maids On the way to the King Edward's door. Upon arriving to town, they knocked on the old castle gates King Edward came down in his flowery nightgown He said: "Hey, whats this ruckus, mates?" "Don't you know that it's late, why'd you knock on my gate? Tell me or I'll call a guards!" "PAL!!!" - they yelled: "We'll slap you silly, so please come out!" "This one's for Culloden, and this one's for Boyne, and this one's for the pissy-ass stout!" Deciding they're the best, heroes went to the West, To drink Guinness and pound on their chests...
9.
Punkchevo 02:44
Finally got there, without a bruise Found us a bench on the main city street Took out our music, took out our booze, And we played Murphy's on repeat! Yeah we played Murphy's on repeat Hand-squashed lemons from a plastic bottle, Shitty tequila and salt mixed with rain. Who gives a damn if it's fucking December, Outdoor drinking is still our favorite game. (Chorus) Here's to those who sing with us With their final breath. It keeps us on true path Even after death To those who hate to punk A lifetime of regret No joy, no flair, no life Deserve just what you get The gig then started amazingly fast While the whole gang sang in health and good cheer Only the pussies are whining for rest, While the best are still dancing with smokes and cold beer Few ribs got broken, some of them mine But the bottom line is we had a good time And now we're roaming and looking for the man To take us home in his van (x2) (Chorus) Here's to those who sing with us With their final breath. It keeps us on true path Even after death To those who hate to punk A lifetime of regret No joy, no flair, no life Deserve just what you get Death! To those who hate to punk A lifetime of regret No joy, no flair, no life Deserve just what you get!
10.
Mariner 04:11
North seas are softly sighin' Fair winds will bring us home Our souls to save from dyin' No more will we roam Our hunt is finally over Whale oil is safe and sound Left us in depths of nowhere Full sails we're homeward bound Three months in north Atlantic Four hundred miles from shore Each heart aboard was yearning Our homes to see once more Final strip stood before us Grand banks where the currents meet O'er us clouds were hangin' 'nother tempest to defeat Chorus: Raging storm and water, water everywhere Not a single drop that's left for me to drink Waves will toss us on and on Roll and roll us to the shore But while our kegs are filled with rum Our hopes will never sink Lightnin' bolts ripped the skyline Skies burnt in the night Wailing crew left to witness Oceans' rage in all its might Giant waves decks were sweeping Raging gales our sails were torn Nearing death we were screaming Voices lost in thunder's roar Mainsail mast went to splinters Shallow rocks our keel had shot Hell broke loose she went under Wretched souls were left afloat Craggy reefs in foggy dawning Rang out with distant sound Of the sailors' desperate prayer for Avalon and holy ground

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released November 18, 2017

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