Why do the Irish sing when they're drunk?!
Why do the Irish sing when they're drunk?
Answers:
'Cos if they only sang when sober then there would be no music in Ireland.
Because they can't whistle very good.
it's just something we do when we're happy and we're happy when we're drunk.
I don't think singing when drunk is just limited to the Irish. I sing when I'm drunk and I'm aussie.
For the same reason that the English, Japanese, Germans, Italians, French, et al sing when they're drunk. They're happy and their inhibitions have been diluted with booze. In my experience only mean drunks don't sing.
Do they? Never been around a drunk Irishman.
because their not sure how to put the words to the tune --- or is that the tune to the words !!! begorah !!!
you mean you DON'T sing when your drunk?????
dose milk come from cows
beats fighting
Have you actually checked with every Irish drunk in the world to make the assumption that all Irish people who are drunk sing? Or any other happy drunks? Why pick on the Irish? That's a bit of a silly, un-thought out question. I sing when I'm not drinking. What does that make me... Irish? Drunk? Okay... moving on.
Because we are a happy race, my brother saw his mate across the river Liffy, he shouted how do I get to the other side. His mate replied you're already on the other side.
When Irish eyes are smiling, all the world is bright and gay.
Pass the Guinness please.
Because they can't sing when they are sober!
Its not just the irish that do it I was shopping in England last weekend and a gang of English men were singing really loud outside a pub with pints in their hands and it was only lunch time So its not just a Irish thing
Well why not get hammered with them and find out?
Because they sing so well !!!!
Nos Mexicanos y gringos cantamos tambien. Its in the Tequila. Viva Irlandia.
Lassie we Irish sing when we are drunk because we are happy. We Irish are just like any other nationality when we get drunk we sing I have seen many Americans sing when drunk as well as Scottish and alot of others. It just means we are Happy!
the Irish are soo funny when drunk. most of me friends are Irish and not often they R drunk but when they R boy there fun 2 just be around cause they are happy. i hate miserable people get enough of that in the UK, like looking at a wet weekend LOL
it beats getting obnoxious and wrecking the place
Let your quacks and newspapers be cuttin' their capers
And curing the vapors the scratch and the gout
With their medical [magical] potions, their pills [serums] and their lotions
Upholding their notions, they're mighty put out.
Who [You] can tell the true physic of all things prophetic [pathetic]
And pitch to the divil, cramp, colic and spleen
You'll know it I think if you take a big drink
With your mouth to the brink of a jug of poteen
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh what moderation gives hope to a nation
Or brings consolation like poteen me boys.
[Oh what botheration, no dose in the nation
Can give consolation like poteen me boys. ]
No liquid cosmetic to lovers athletic
Or bodies [ladies] pathetic can give such a bloom
As the sweet by the powers in the garden of flowers
E'er gave their own bowers such a darling perfume
And this liquid so rare if you willingly share
To be taking your hair when it's frizzled and dead
Oh the sod has the merit to yield the true spirit
So strong it will shake all the hairs from your head
Then stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh since its perfection, no doctor's direction
Can cleanse the complexion like poteen me boys
As a child in me cradle, me nurse with [from] her ladle
Was filling my [swillin her] mouth with a notion of pap [Pep]
When a drop from her bottle fell into my throttle
I stumbled and capered clean out of her lap
On the floor I lay crawlin' and screaming and bawling
'Til me mother and father were called to the fore
All sobbing and sighing they feared I was dying
But soon found I only was crying for more.
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh lord how they'd chuckle if babes in their truckle
They only could suckle on poteen me boys
Through my youthful aggression, through times of depression
My childhood's impression still clung to my mind
And at school or at college the basis [bolus]* of knowledge
I never could gulp 'til with whiskey combined
And as older I'm growing times ever bestowin'
On Erin's potation, a flavor so fine
And how ere they may lecture on jove and his nectar
Itself is the only true liquid divine
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh lord, 'tis the right thing for courting and fighting
There's nowt so exciting as poteen me boys.
Come guess me this riddle, what beats pipes and fiddle
What's hotter than mustard and milder [wilder] than cream
What best wets your whistle, what's clearer than crystal
What's sweeter than honey and stronger than steam
What'll make the lame walk, what will make the dumb talk,
The elixir of life and philospher's stone
And what helped Mr. Brunel to build the Thames Tunnel
Wasn't it poteen from ould Inishowen
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh lord, it's no wonder, if lightning and thunder
Weren't made from the plunder of poteen me boys.
Alternate Verse:
You maidens pathetic, with lovers athletic
For liquid cosmetic, you can't beat the drop
With a glow to your cheek, it will make your heart leap
It'll quiet a stallion or cure an old cob
At the mouth you would drool, be reduced to a fool
You'd kick up your heels and you'd peel to the buff
Then 'tis he'd be pathetic while you'd be athletic
If only you'd take a few drops of the stuff
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
For there's nothing like whiskey to make maidens frisky
It soon separates all the men from the boys.
And another one; this is an original verse to the song that is rarely sung. It was posted on mudcat.org:
Let philosophers dabble in science and babble
'Bout Oxy-gin, Hydro-gin, Nitro-gin's fame
For their gin, to my thinking, is not worth the drinking
Their labour's all lost and their learning a drame
They may prate by the score of their elements four
That all things earth, fire, air and water must be
For their rules I don't care, for in Ireland I'll swear
By St. Pat there's a fifth and that's whiskey, machree!
* Bolus: A mudcat.org contributor noted that "A bolus is like a cud, a mouthful of food. It fits nicely with the image of gulping." This is probably the original word.
don`t you think it`s better than fighting........Dublin cracking place for a weekend lovely people, atmosphere...can`t wait for another trip, I go on my own everybody makes you feel welcome.
The Scots sing just before they make love ,incidently so do native American Indians.Did you know that they dead heated in a millenium poll to find the worlds best lovers????
signed
Tonto McPherson
thats stereotyping, i sat next to an irish guy at a bar in my favorite restaurant, and the only thing i noticed was that he made about 20 trips to the bathroom in an hours time, and since the drinks were 2 for one, him and his friends took full advantage of this. And he never once sang, but it was cool to hear his accent, especially since he was drunk. We americans are suckers for an irish or english accent, dont know why, but we do.