Beer

[Isshinryu]

:beer:
I mBaile Athá Cliath, Ní fhaca mé riamh,
Aon chailín níos sciamhaí ná Mol Ní Mhaoileoin,
Ag stiúradh a barra,
gach áit ins a chathair,
Le ruacain is sliogáin, is iad go breá beo.

Is iad go breá beo, is iad go breá beo,
Le ruacain is sliogáin, is iad go breá beo

Ba mhangaire éisc í, an cheird di ab éasca,
Ós amhlaidh dá muintir ó chianta fadó,
Ag stiúradh a mbarra,
gach áit ins a chathair,
Le ruacain is sliogáin, is iad go breá beo

Is iad go breá beo, is iad go breá beo,
Le ruacain is sliogáin, is iad go breá beo

Ach mo chreach is mo dhiacair, fuair Mol bocht an fiabhras,
Agus b'in i an chríoch bhí le Mol Ní Mhaoiloin,
Ach tá taibhse sa chathair,
ag stiúradh a barra,
Le ruacain is sliogáin, is iad go breá beo
:beer:

Poor Molly Malone. Gnight ya fecking wankers. :beer:

 

[Excelsior]

:music:
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O!
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

She was a fish-monger, but sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O!
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

She died of a fever, and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!
:music:

:beer:

 

[Ketteringo]

Is that gaelic?

 

[bockchow]

it's after midnight here that = to late for beer. beers only an early night thing this late in the game it's whisky, rum, or gin.

 

[cherrytwist]

Tell that to the local authorities.

In RI can't buy beer past 6pm on Sunday. How freakin stupid is that? Sucks when you arrive at the liquor store at 6:02pm (like today).

Prior to July 4th there were NO liquor sales here on Sundays.