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Hot Potatoes

by The Out of Kilters

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Farewell to Princes' landing stage River Mersey fare thee well I am bound for California, a place I know right well Chorus: So fare thee well my own true love When I return united we will be It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me But my darling when I think of thee I've sailed on a Yankee clipper ship, "Davy Crockett" is her name And Burgess is the captain of her and they say that she's a floating frame Chorus... I have sailed with Burgess once before, I think I know him well If a man's a seaman he will get along, if not then he's sure in hell Chorus... Well the sun is on the harbour love, no more I can remain For I know it will be a long long time till I see you again Chorus...
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Botany Bay 03:40
I'm on my way down to the quay, where the ship at anchor lays To command a gang of navvys, that they told me to engage I thought I'd drop in for a drink before I went away For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lies Chorus: Farewell to your gangers and gang planks And to hell with your overtime For the good ship Ragamuffin, she's lying at the quay For to take oul Pat with a shovel on his back To the shores of Botany Bay The boss came up this morning, he says "Well, Pat you know If you don't get your navvys out, I'm afraid you'll have to go" So I asked him for my wages and demanded all my pay For I told him straight, I'm going to emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay Chorus... And when I reach Australia I'll go and look for gold There's plenty there for the digging of, or so I have been told Or else I'll go back to my trade and a hundred bricks I'll lay Because I live for an eight hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay Chorus...
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Have you heard about the big strong man? He lived in a caravan. Have you heard about the Jeffries-Johnson fight? Oh, Lord what a hell of a night. You can take all of the heavyweights you’ve got - we’ve got a lad that can beat the whole lot. He used to ring bells in the belfry, now he’s gonna fight Jack Dempsey. Chorus: It's me brother Sylvest’ (What’s he got?) A row of forty medals on his chest (big chest!) Killed fifty bad men in the west; he knows no rest. Think of a man, hells’ fire, don’t push, just shove, Plenty of room for you and me. He’s got an arm like a leg (a ladies’ leg!) And a punch that would sink a battleship (big ship!) It takes all of the Army and the Navy to put the wind up Sylvest’. Now, he thought he’d take a trip to Italy. He thought that he’d go by sea. He jumped off the harbor in New York, And swam like a man made of Cork. He saw the Lusitania in distress. He put the Lusitania on his chest. He drank all of the water in the sea, And he walked all the way to Italy. Chorus... He thought he take a trip to old Japan. They brought out the big brass band. He took took all of the instruments you’ve got, Like a lad, sure he played the whole lot. Well the old church bells will ring (Hells bells!) The old church choir will sing (Hells fire!) They all bowed down to say goodbye to me brother Sylvest’. Chorus...
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I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums did beat And the law being English feet, they tramped all over us, And each and every night when me father'd come home tight He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus... Chorus: Oh, come out you black and tans, Come out and fight me like a man Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders Tell them how the old brigade made you run like hell away, From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra. Come let me hear you tell How you slammed the great Parnell, When you fought him well and truly persecuted, Where are the smears and jeers That you bravely let us hear When our heroes of Sixteen were executed. Chorus... Come tell us how you slew Those brave Arabs two by two Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows, How you bravely fought each one With your sixteen pounder gun And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow. Chorus... The day is coming fast And the hour is here at last, When each yeoman will be cast aside before us, And if there be a need Sure my kids wil sing, "Godspeed!" With a verse or two of Steven Behan's chorus. Chorus...
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© 2015 Tom Feild Chorus: The girl with the shamrock tattoo The girl with the shamrock tattoo It's not hidden, but it's not in plain view The girl with the shamrock tattoo She'd been thinking about it for some little time To honor a loved one and her heritage line It all came to pass on a St' Paddy's Day The planets aligned in a perfect way Chorus... Buzz buzz buzz, pinch pinch pinch The needle flew, the design was a cinch The arist was quick, gentle and kind It was over before he could change her mind Chorus... It's been a long day and she readies for bed She sees the tattoo, smiles and shakes her head A bittersweet thought that memories trigger She thinks to herself "my next one will be bigger!" Chorus...
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Ar mo dhul dom siar chun Droichead Uí Mhórdhal As I set out for old Dromore Píce im dhóid is mé ag dul i meitheal Pick in hand to work in a gang there Cé chasfail orm i gcumar ceoidh Who should I meet but a mean old goat Ach pocán crón is é ar buile charging through the mist in anger Curfá: Chorus (after each verse): Aillilliú, puilliliú, ailliliú, tá an poc ar buile Aillilliú, puilliliú, ailliliú, tá an poc ar buile Do ritheamar trasna trí ruilleogach He chased me o'er a rocky course Is do ghluais an comhrac ar fud na muinge And through the bog there was no stoppin' Is treascairt dá bhfuair se sna turtóga 'Til he caught his horns in a clump of gorse Chuas ina aoinneaoin ar a dhroim le fuinneamh And I leapt on his back despite his buckin' Chorus... Bhí garda mór i mBaile an Róistigh In Rochestown the guards in force Is bhailigh fórsaí chun sinn a chlipeadh Led by the sergeant tried to catch us Do bhuail sé rop dá adhairc sa tóin air It butted him straight in the arse Is dá bhristi nua do dhein se giobail Til his new trousers were in tatters Chorus...
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©2015 Peter Rodgers A sultry Sunday night, now the festival is over It's been a long auld slog, still I'm proud of stayin' sober For three delirious days we've been playing like bejaysis Yellin' from the stage across a field of glowin' faces Comin' from the Em'rald Isle to this dusty desert city, Singin' rowdy rebel songs had me feeling dry and gritty When these bleary Irish eyes, they were met with the allure Of a sea of shining liquor headed for the nearest sewer Chorus: 50 Shades of beer sittin' waitin' on the table, A reassuring voice sayin' "Drink it, if you're able!" Tell 'em no ("Tell 'em no!") Let it go-oh Me drinkin'days are over, I'll be on me merry way There's a comely lookin' barmaid with a twinkle in her eye Though the night is only young I have to turn my head and sigh There'll be work again on Monday now I have to keep it clean If I give in now I know that I'll be forty shades of green Chorus: 50 Shades of beer sittin' waitin' on the table, A reassuring voice sayin' "Drink it, if you're able!" Tell 'em no ("Tell 'em no!") Let it go-oh Me drinkin'days are over, I'll be on me merry way Bridge: We'll be a long time dead once into the ground we go, So send my share of liquor to the spirits down below Should I take that fateful sip, who's to say how many more Like the single careless shot that begins a bloody war Many valiant souls have all battled to the last Warriors in tartan lying wasted on the grass Chorus: 50 Shades of beer sittin' waitin' on the table, An old familiar voice sayin' "Drink it, if you're able!" Tell 'em no ("Tell 'em no!") Let it go-oh Me drinkin'days are over, I'll be on me merry way 50 Shades of beer sittin' waitin' on the table, I thought I heard a voice sayin' "Drink it, if you're able!" Tell 'em no ("Tell 'em no!") Let it go-oh Me drinkin'days are over, I'll be on me merry way
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©2015 Peter Rodgers Oh the crimson sun is descending In the mountains of old Mexico Though I know that my life time is ending To my boyhood in Ireland I'll go Where my cousins and I would play soldier In the war against England's cruel reign I'd follow them when I was older To fight for the empire of Spain Chorus: Far from the wind and the water Where the cactus and creosote grow With my sword and my gun, in the hot desert sun... El Capitan Colorado I cried for my country when first I set sail Though often her fortunes I cursed For how could I stand to remain where a man Could be bought for the price of his horse In the ranks of the emperor I soon made my name No mission, no foe would I fear And soon I was bound o'er the broad spanish main To fight on the northern frontier Chorus... Over ten thousand miles of hostile terrain I struck fear in the hearts of my foes From wild Arizona to the great Texas plains As the red-headed captain I'm known In Tucson today you will find me Still mounted and ready to fight And Presidio walls still stand proud and tall For protection by day and by night Chorus...
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©2015 Peter Rodgers One lovely summer evening The rain was soft as dew I went down to me local To grab a pint or two Across the room I spied her With eyes of emerald green She had a head of shocking red The finest I had seen I made my way beside her And cracked a witty joke I asked what are you drinking, she said "mine's a rum and coke" There was something in her accent and how she held her glass That got me mind to thinkin' that this was no Irish lass As we got to talking, the night went rolling by, Our tongues they never tired til the man was calling time Chorus: Though I search the whole world over No girl I'll ever see Like my lovely colleen rua from the land of liberty Next day we got together over coffee eggs and tay She told me all about her life In far Amerikay Twas then I took her walking to see the sights and sounds Til soon the sun was setting on the cemetery grounds She told me she was leavin' on an early morning flight I swore I would see her again before the ground was white Chorus... The rest they say is history And immigration forms We knew we'd be together just as sure as day would dawn On both sides of the ocean we learned to make a life And now my pretty colleen is a mother and a wife I hope one day our daughter finds a love so pure and true And she'll tell her handsome childer of me own dear colleen rua Chorus...

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Traditional Irish and Scottish music is what we’re all about; from rousing ballads to toe-tapping jigs and reels that make you want to get up and dance!

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released July 16, 2018

Peter Rodgers (aka Fiddlin’ Pete) – Lead vocals, fiddle
Tom Feild (aka Liam O’Dreon) – Lead vocals, guitar
Russ Healy (aka Whistle Whustle) – Backing vocals, accordion, pennywhistle
Liz Healy (aka Lizzie the Whooper) – Backing vocals, bodhran
Reuben Vinal – Backing vocals, stand up bass
And featuring...
Jim Vinal - Banjo
Cover art (c) 2017 David “Fitz” Fitzsimmons
Recorded and mixed by Reuben Vinal and Peter Rodgers

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The Out of Kilters Tucson, Arizona

Formed in 2009, we have played everything from the main stages at Tucson’s St Patrick’s Day and Celtic festivals to charity and other events across Arizona and New Mexico. We have three CDs under our belts, Down the Rocky Road, Get Yer Irish Up, and Hot Potatoes.

Though we feature some raucous tunes about drinking and fighting, we are really a bunch of happily sober pacifists!
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