When it comes to traditional Irish music, what's not to love? Sometimes it's reverent and beautiful; other times it's clearly penned under the influence. See if you can choose the correct lyrics to complete the verses to classic songs below.
1. I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me slumber
For I spent all me dough on the lassies movin' slow . . .
a. And in me pants is some lumber.
b. Now give me some ale in a tumbler.
c. Far across the Western Ocean I must wander.
d. Down all the streets, I'm a bumbler.
2. Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I go
All the lassies cry, "Hello!
Donald, where's your . . .
3. Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay,
too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
Upon his knee a pretty wench . . .
a. La-roo lee-loo o-la-di-day.
b. Come on, Eileen.
c. He's kind of drunk and wants some lunch.
d. And on the table a jug of punch.
4. I wrote my love letters in rosy red lines,
She sent me an answer all twisted and twined;
Saying, "Keep your love letters and I will keep mine . . .
a. Love, schmove, now let's have some wine."
b. Just you write to your love and I'll write to mine."
c. I'll IM you later when I go online."
d. But I just realized I prefer chicks."
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5. Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands . . .
a. With which to pound some black and tans.
b. I love the ground whereon she stands.
c. So why the Adam's apple, just like a man's?
d. I wish our families weren't rival clans.
1. c ("All for Me Grog")
2. c ("Donald, Where's Your Trousers?)
3. d ("Jug of Punch")
4. b ("Green Grow the Lilacs")
5. b ("Black Is the Colour")