A frightening thing, to go from being a man to becoming a Lobster-man. Now Gather around me hearties For I've got a sad tale to be told Hoist the colors ye bilge rats The call rang out, we were off for gold Grog in our bellies, horn-pipes…

This is probably the last of this stuff from the archives that I'll upload. Rescued from a cassette tape of a live performance with former band mates in Scartaglen. These tunes are popular down in the Southwest of Ireland. Michael(Fiddle) and…