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Patron Saint O' Thieves The Rumjacks A Christmas song from behind the wire Auld Nick patron saint o thieves, murderers and sailors Strike these shackles from me uh huh Slide the bolt from out the door and tear down all the wire My babys growin Patron Saint Regina Spektor She's the kind of girl who'll smash herself down in the night She's the kind of girl who'll fracture her mind till it's light She'll break her own heart and you know she'll break your heart too So Kathleen The Rumjacks A tribute from the singer to his Mother and Father When he fell to his knee she thought He mustve spied a penny at his feet And the water in his eye was just the rain Over the Glasgow city street She rifles Saint Teresa Of Avila Nanci Griffith Saint Teresa, your patron child`s come home Were you there to greet her? Uncle Tommy The Rumjacks Early one November me Uncle Tommy joined the army Kitted him out for danger and ferried him o'er the sea He threw me o'er his shoulder, sang to me a dirty ditty Telling me when I were older you'll be just Mclaughlins Rant The Rumjacks Well I've come here for the gargle, not tae cop a blast Ye great thick headit ape, I'll stick yer chin right out yer arse Come lookin' for your pound o' flesh, but I've got nothin' left Cause Christian Dead To Me The Rumjacks A 'good riddance' to poisonous folk O Billy were a villain o' high degree Wi a left eye made o' glass A wooden heel and a plate o' steel Mig welded tae his arse He'd carve a horn frae his Mammy's skull The Black Matilda The Rumjacks By the windy shores o Canada bay I broke my fast for Lucia's day A beguiling figure she blew my way and rattled me rovin' heart The snipers crack, the metronome of pricy heels on polished stone That I A Fistful O' Roses The Rumjacks Oh I've loved you from afar, I've borne you like a scar Sung your name across the bloody Colfiorito But a poison took your heart, you charmless little tart Now you've nary a jot o' bother at all for me One Summers Day The Rumjacks They married in the civic hall, avoiding all the rigmarole A prick of a man we liked to call 'Cock a doodled Andy' Drank a pint o' 'truth be told', called the bride a filthy moll There the party lost control Murder Shanty The Rumjacks Relax, geez its only a tale of the passing of the seasons and the cycle of life if Nick Cave had written it youd be jerking off by now Here lie the bones o' my wayward love Have mercy on 'em God above An Irish Pub Song The Rumjacks There's a county map to go on the wall A hurling stick and a shinty ball The bric, the brac, the craic and all Lets call it an Irish pub Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap The Guinness pie and that cabbage Spit In The Street The Rumjacks Crackles in the blisterin' heat Where all the women they dress like high priced hookers And the men all spit in the street Oh I set out this mornin' in steel capped shoes I paid a hard earned dollar for Zielona Gora The Rumjacks A beautiful Polish town in Lubusz province, where Bacchus the Roman god of wine peers from every nook and crevice Hot as hell Zielona Gora crackling smile You thief o hearts where were you all the while Roll Away Alone The Rumjacks Come pull up a stump with an angry young man I'll talk a lot o' pish until I can barely stand And I'll roll away alone, all alone Oh I'll roll away, live to fight another day Oh I'll roll away and I'll The Reaper And Tam McCorty The Rumjacks Tam he woke tae find a shadow by the bed Blamed it on the vapors still beleaguerin' his head Scrubbed his chops and dragged an oily bug rake through his hair And wiped the mirror tae find the bogey mimickin Green Ginger Wine The Rumjacks penny for me rattlin' can As sure as Christ it's a bitter pill But if you won't have me, yer sister will I'll cart me arse doon Surry Hills and call her out this evenin' Go on, go well, ye're no catch o' Home Rule The Rumjacks She bore half a ton o' sons and had to bury all but one Who's locked away in prison for not takin' up his gun Now all she has to comfort her from this day to her last Are a box of old white feathers some The Leaky Tub The Rumjacks Oh this Amsterdam O' bawdy southern climes All awash in amber neon and sin 'll see yer guts for galluses, sixes for yer nine's The cruelest place that I have ever been Oh there's women here blow hot and (*Fin) Anberlin the Devil to both just leave me alone If this is salvation, I can show you the trembling You'll just have to trust me I'm scared I am the patron saint of lost causes Aren't we all to you just near lost St. Cecilia Albert Bouchard Holy sleep took her between Rome and Padua She awoke to say i can hear whistles that fill the air Little Saint Cecilia, the patron saint of music Good sisters couldn't tell the color of her hair It surprised Blows & Unkind Words The Rumjacks Devil his work is complete We'll sing 'share the love' but we can't share the streets It's the kick in the arse it's the kiss on the cheek It's the blows and unkind words My conscience rings like a siller St. Jimmy Green Day Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway Upon the boulevard like a zipgun on parade Light of a silhouette He's insubordinate Comin' at you on the count of 1,2 1,2,3,4! The Pot & Kettle The Rumjacks An urban parable built around the famous saying 'pot calling the kettle black' One smoky day in a darkened scullery Doon by the river in a factory town Where bad things happen and the walls are drippn' Les Darcy The Rumjacks A man quizzes his local priest with a view to securing his eternal soul Tell me Father whats the craic Is Jesus really coming back And if he does d'ye think he'll live here in the 'burbs Cos id like to Sober & Godless The Rumjacks I'd sing for you a song if i could carry a tune Or even put two words together for a start But I'm all at odds y'see, half the bloke I used to be A tin man without his famous heart I once sported language Ballad Of Henry Darger Natalie Merchant Wholl save the poor little girl? Henry Darger Henry Darger Wholl save the poor little girl? O, Henry... Wholl tell the story of her? Plenty The Rumjacks to school but they called me slow 'plenty more where I'm from' They couldn't teach me what I needed to know 'plenty more where I'm from' My heart still breaks and my throat it swells Like a dirty lump o' Pinchgut The Rumjacks here I'll tell ye nowt ye don't already know And my brogues too thick for your ear See I landed this mornin' unwashed and unfed Yer man thought I were Greek, wouldn't give me a bed And I've walked all o' Them Fallen The Rumjacks be any one of us I know you exist, for years i have said so Though my arms couldnt hold you, my heart couldnt let go Are you somewhere out there tonight still singin to me Ive been tempted to skip to the