Drunk'n ole Sailor

by George Ireland & The Willy Nillies

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Drunken Ole Sailor

There was a man they call drunken ole sailor,
The drunken ole sailor, who never left ground.
That granny O’ mine, she made her own wine,
That’s when the drunken ole sailor came ‘round.

Having all fun when he pulled out his rum,
That’s when the party was going to start.
Trying to sing, the hallway would ring,
With the sounds of the drunken ole sailor’s harp.

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We’d gather around, and sit at the table,
While he was able, we’d play him some cards.
Before he knew, the ole drunkard fell through,
And wouldn’t stop play’n ‘till his money was are’s.

Night would roll on, when you think he has had’er,
The night would grow louder, and so would the songs.
As long as the drink touched the top of his glass,
That drunken ole sailor would sing all night long.

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I remember the time when I stole all the wine,
My granny went chased me around with the broom.
It was in no time, I drank myself blind,
The drunken ole sailor never went home so soon.

Time passed on, there was no word of him,
The crock pot has long since dried away.
Now he’s gone, and I don’t even miss him,
I still hear what the ole drunken sailor would play.

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released January 1, 2012

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George Ireland & The Willy Nillies Edmonton, Alberta

George Ireland has been writing songs of his experiences.
Since he was a young lad, music has been the one thing to guide him through. As he grew, his musical tastes and instrument collection grew along side of him.
And on this Musical Journey, He has played with many bands and talented musicians. From touring, to Campfires and moonlight, these are the sounds he creates through all he has known.
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