Irish Songs about Hiking

[Disney]

In honor of St. Patrick's Day, here's a part of two Irish drinking songs we can all appreciate.

There's many that feign enjoyment,
From merciless employment.
Their ambition was this deployment
From the minute they left the school.
They save and scrape and ponder.
The rest go out and squander,
See the world and rove and wander,
And they're happier as a rule.

When troubles do befall me,
To the high road I do haul me.
A Rover's what they call me,
Tis me blessing and me curse.
Though my hard times have been many,
I'll take a drink with any.
And spend me last wee penny,
Till they come for me in a hearse.

--Rambling Rover

I'm at my best when my boots wear thin,
I'll see the world by the mile.
Every lake is green as a ladies eyes,
Every breeze as welcome as a smile.
From caravans of gold and silk,
To ships on the new moons tide.
I found my comfort in a mossy bed,
With the road close by my side.

--Wanderlust


Hope you enjoyed it. :jump
May you be 1/2 an hour in Heaven, before the Devil knows you're dead.

[Trooper347]

Not really about hiking, but a piece of history.

"GarryOwen" is an old Irish quick-step that can be traced back to the 1800s. it is known to have been used by Irish regiments as a drinking song. So the story goes, one of the Irish "melting pot" members of the 7th was singing the song under the influence of spirits, and Custer happened by, liked the cadence, and soon began to hum the tune himself. Garryowen is derived from Gaelic meaning Owen's garden, is a suburb of Limerick. The tune has a lively beat, that accentuates the cadence of marching hosrses, and for that reason was adopted as the regimental song soon after Custer arrived to take over the 7th Cavalry. It was the last song played by the band for Custer's men as they left the Terry column at the Rosebud River and rode into history.


GarryOwen


Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed,
But join with me, each jovial blade;
Come booze and sing, and lend your aid,
To help me with the chorus.



**CHORUS:
Instead of spa we'll drink down ale,
And pay the reck'ning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory, **


(Chorus)

We are the boys that take delight in
Smashing the Liverick lights when lighting,
Through the streets like sporters fighting
And tearing all before us.

(Chorus)
We'll break windows, we'll break doors,
The watch knock down by threes and fours;
Then let the doctors work their cures,
And tinker up our bruises.


(Chorus)
We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
We'll make the mayor and sheriffs run;
We are the bys no man dares dun,
If he regards a whole skin.

(Chorus)
Our hearts so stout have got us fame,
For soon 'tis known from whence we came;
Where'er we go they dread the name
Of Garryowen in glory.
(Chorus)