Health to the Company - Brobdingnagian Bards

Fine the friends and companions Come join me in rhyme Come lift up your voices In with mine Come lift up your voices, All grief to refrain For we may or might never All meet here again So here's a health to the company And one to my lass Let's drink and be merry All out of one glass Let's drink and be merry All grief to refrain For we may or might never All meet here again Here's a health to the wee lass That I love so well For her style and for her beauty There's none can excel There's a smile on her countenance As she sits upon my knee There is no man in this wide World as happy as me So here's a health To the company And one to my lass Let's drink and be merry All out of one glass Let's drink and be merry All grief to refrain For we may or might never All meet here again Our ship lies at anchor She's ready to dock I wish her safe landing Without any shock And if I ever I should Meet you by land or by sea I will always remember Your kindness to me So here's a health to the company And one to my lass Let's drink and be merry All out of one glass Let's drink and be merry All grief to refrain For we may or might Never all meet here again

I got this life to fix Threw it all out in a ditch Broken down when I was sick Gotta build it back up brick by brick I got this life to fix Threw it all out in a ditch Broken down when I was sick Gotta build it back up brick by brick Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa I left my home today I didn't have that much to say This time alone is all I got Singing my song in the parking lot Every day I wake this way Some the days I just can't take Get that money, get that break You ain't gonna win if you ain't gonna play Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa I like the way I feel I'm all night, close that deal I'm all alone, it's all I know Singing along with the radio Dream about you every day I can't go back, you've gone away Knock me down but that's okay We all look back on yesterday We all look back on yesterday I got this life to fix Threw it all out in a ditch Broken down when I was sick Gotta build it back up brick by brick I got this life to fix Threw it all out in a ditch Broken down when I was sick Gotta build it back up brick by brick I got this life to fix Threw it all out in a ditch Broken down when I was sick Gotta build it back up brick by brick Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa I got this life to fix Threw it all out in a ditch Broken down when I was sick Build it back up brick by brick I got this life to fix Threw it all out in a ditch Broken down when I was sick Build it back up brick by brick I got this life to fix Threw it all out in a ditch Broken down when I was sick Build it back up brick by brick Whoa, whoa Oh, build it back up, build it back up Whoa, whoa Good Lord, oh, build it back, build it back Whoa, whoa Yeah Whoa, whoa Build it back up brick by brick

And when a memory Visits the body shell How do we know Am I alone now? If you should notice You're just a body now Leaving it all Isn't hard anymore And when a memory Visits the body zone How would we know If there's a god? Even if you will fail Leaving wouldn't bring you peace Your pain is not more than a memory But it feeds of ego identity Nothing has changed There's no spiritual thing You're alone in your cage Dreaming in day ships away Pushing you around Out of body, out of time You'd come around too late You finally wrapped your head around it You'd come around too late You keep calling, calling out Tryna find your way back down Look back your way Look back your-

My beloved precious children I have gathered you today For a change is coming to pass and it's gonna be ok I've been searching for the answer I lost faith along the way But I always had the Aureum to remind me not to sway I prepared you for the road ahead And I taught you how to seek the truth Let the crystal lead your every move I've been doing it so long, now it's your turn I received it from my father in its bow of opaline I see how your spirit shine bright Now the Aureum's yours Eirene My dear son please don't be angry Win your battle from within In your heart there's light and darkness And you're standing in between I prepared you for the road ahead And I taught you how to seek the truth Let the crystal lead your every move I've been doing it so long, now it's your turn Now, my flesh and blood I consign the world to your hands This is the White Stars's design, this is our duty divine This sacred mission is the meaning of our lives La viltà domina, la vanità semina L'oscurità germina, la sacertà punirà L'empietà domina, la vanità semina L'oscurità germina, la notte vincerà Now, my flesh and blood I consign the world to your hands This is the White Stars's design This is our duty divine This sacred mission is the meaning of our lives Now, my flesh and blood I consign the world to your hands This is the White Stars's design This is our duty divine This sacred mission is the meaning of our lives

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be? Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, So drunk you can not see That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, So drunk you can not see That's a wool blanket that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, So drunk you can not see That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, So drunk you can not see They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, So drunk you can not see That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, So drunk you can not see That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a lad sneaking out the back, a quarter after three. Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who was that lad sneaking out the back a quarter after three? Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, So drunk you can not see That was just the tax man that the Queen she sent to me. Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But an Englishman who can last till three I've never seen before

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, A gentle Irishman mighty odd He had a brogue both rich and sweet, An' to rise in the world he carried a hod You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way But for the love for the liquor poor Tim was born To help him on his way each day, He'd a drop of the craythur every morn Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner Round the flure yer trotters shake Bend an ear to the truth they tell ye, We had lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake One morning Tim got rather full, His head felt heavy which made him shake Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and They carried him home his corpse to wake Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, And laid him out upon the bed A bottle of whiskey at his feet And a barrel of porter at his head His friends assembled at the wake, And Widow Finnegan called for lunch First she brought in tay and cake, Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see, Tim, auvreem! O, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee Then Maggie O'Connor took up the cry, "O Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure" Biddy gave her a belt in the gob And sent her sprawling on the floor Then the war did soon engage, T'was woman to woman and man to man Shillelagh law was all the rage And a row and a ruction soon began Mickey Maloney ducked his head When a bucket of whiskey flew at him It missed, and falling on the bed, The liquor scattered over Tim Now the spirits new life gave the corpse, my joy! Tim jumped like a Trojan from the bed Cryin will ye walup each girl and boy, T'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"