This thread has given me a fourth reason to quit drinking.
I caint remember the words to Garry Owen. I know it has a really nice beat and you can slaughter indigenes to it.
It has a nice beat is all I remember. The kids gave it a seven on American Bandstand.
Nice beet, forgettable lyrics.
Left them a little whatever.
I'm not saying they didn't give it a chance,
Dick.
Nice beet, forgettable lyrics.
Left them a little whatever.
I'm not saying they didn't give it a chance,
Dick.
Boots and Saddles
Let Bacchus's sons be not dismayed,
but join with me each jovial blade,
come booze and sing and lend your aid.
Instead of spa we'll drink down ale
and pay the reckoning on the nail,
for debt no man shall go to jail;
from Garry Owen in glory
We are the boys who take delight
in smashing Limerick lamps at night,
and through the street like sportsters fight,
tearing all before us. (Chorus)
[Verse 3]
We'll break windows, we'll break doors,
the watch knock down by threes and fours,
then let the doctors work their cures,
and tinker up our bruises. (Chorus)
[Verse 4]
We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
we'll make the mayor and sheriffs run,
we are the boys no man dare dun,
if he regards a whole skin. (Chorus)
[Verse 5]
Our hearts so stout have got us fame,
for soon 'tis known from whence we came,
where're we go they dread the name,
of Garry Owen in glory. (Chorus)
There's more to Gary Owen, but it really is a song about getting rowdy. And to keep from derailing the thread, I'll interject that Brother Swaggart may have played this song on the piano.
but join with me each jovial blade,
come booze and sing and lend your aid.
Instead of spa we'll drink down ale
and pay the reckoning on the nail,
for debt no man shall go to jail;
from Garry Owen in glory
We are the boys who take delight
in smashing Limerick lamps at night,
and through the street like sportsters fight,
tearing all before us. (Chorus)
[Verse 3]
We'll break windows, we'll break doors,
the watch knock down by threes and fours,
then let the doctors work their cures,
and tinker up our bruises. (Chorus)
[Verse 4]
We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
we'll make the mayor and sheriffs run,
we are the boys no man dare dun,
if he regards a whole skin. (Chorus)
[Verse 5]
Our hearts so stout have got us fame,
for soon 'tis known from whence we came,
where're we go they dread the name,
of Garry Owen in glory. (Chorus)
There's more to Gary Owen, but it really is a song about getting rowdy. And to keep from derailing the thread, I'll interject that Brother Swaggart may have played this song on the piano.
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