Bandit's Revelry

On the west side of the island

Far away from all the kings

There's a bar we hold so dearly to our hearts

Many fine young lads turned in to men behind those doors

They's a rowdy bunch of buggers from the start

Pour a glass for Pat O'Neill

And in walks Phil Barnard

Up from the cellar games do they come

They've neither known a ladies touch

Though Phil sure knows his own

Son move out of your mother's basement

Get a job

Redbeard McNeil and his old buddy Hoos

Drunk together in the corner want some fun

Mad gleam in their eyes,

By God they've found someone

So sit right down and drink another round

Macintyre on the one, two, three

And we'll have one more till were down on the floor

At Bandits Revelry

Now the thing about old Delbert,

He was a big brute of a man,

Had a pecker for a brain, but loved to fight

He knocked me to the ground

More than I should like to say,

And he happened in our bar one stormy night

Go and tell the bastard off

The boys they all proclaimed

Knock his ugly face to kingdom come

But if you've not the sands tonight, sure we all understand

He's mighty big and you're a lady after all

No sacrifice, no blood let

Could abate the sting of what I heard

Roll up, my sleeves, go and find that cow and have a word

But my throat has gone dry

Around the table, we prophesize what's in store

And with every glass we'll dream a thousand more