Man stopped by the cops when the breathalyser first came in - Guard: any alcohol on board? [for the foreigner reading this - that's just our way of asking if you've had a few drinks] Man: well, I might have had the wan or two jars, Guard [being non-committal, especially if one smells trouble, is also a national characteristic] Guard: would you mind blowing into this sir? Man: wha' dat? Guard: it's just something that tells you when you've had too much to drink Man (gasping in suprise): I'm married to wan o' those!
Excellent. I have one of those as well. There very expensive way to keep off the drink so i got rid of that yoke. And you know what. I can now drink and save enough money to go on a carribean holiday. Get sense lads🤣🤣🤣
Chorus: Oh they're baggin' 'em in Berehaven, Kilbrittain and Kinsale The Fivemile and Belgooly, the story's much the same No matter where you come from, no matter who you are If you're a man who likes his porter beware of the Bandon car Come all you lads and lassies and listen to my sad tale And I'll tellto you what happened to me one night down in Kinsale It being the summer season I found myself a job Singing ballads in a bar to make a couple of bob I was doing a bit of a stint, me boys, down in the Folk House bar Little did I know in town that night was the dreaded Bandon car And when the gig was over and me gear all packed away Says I, I'll have one for the road then I'll leave without delay But alas! that was the one I fear that caused me my downfall How was I to know me fate, sure I didn't have a clue at all When I had donned me cap and coat and drank down my last jar And the barman's final comment was, Watch out for the Bandon car I was just about to leave for home when much to my dismay A Garda car with flashing lights came up and barred me way Says he, Have you drink taken - says I, A small amount Says he, Would that be five or six - says I, Garda, I never count He made me blow into the bag saying, Tonight you've gone too far And to the station I was taken in the back of the Bandon car The doctor he was sent for, looking tired and distressed Through bleary eyes he asked me would I mind a urine test Says I, I like things private when I answers nature's call But that request was soon shot down, I had to bare it all Oh what a terrible indignation to take the thing so far And I wished that they could go to hell along with th' oul' Bandon car Now I've been law-abidin' since the day that I was born But this terrible legislation, sure I view it now with scorn There's trickies and there's hooflers who break laws every day But they can't be caught easily and they gets clean away I've tried every means I know to avoid the social scar But there is no way you'll get fair play from the boys in the Bandon car (as sung by Jimmy Crowley)
Niall Mac's in Midleton in the day....we had less but we were richer
Man stopped by the cops when the breathalyser first came in -
Guard: any alcohol on board? [for the foreigner reading this - that's just our way of asking if you've had a few drinks]
Man: well, I might have had the wan or two jars, Guard [being non-committal, especially if one smells trouble, is also a national characteristic]
Guard: would you mind blowing into this sir?
Man: wha' dat?
Guard: it's just something that tells you when you've had too much to drink
Man (gasping in suprise): I'm married to wan o' those!
Excellent. I have one of those as well. There very expensive way to keep off the drink so i got rid of that yoke. And you know what. I can now drink and save enough money to go on a carribean holiday. Get sense lads🤣🤣🤣
Jimmy: you are good.
Sad thing is this day is past history, the cost is too much now, after the pandemic will many pub gone
Chorus:
Oh they're baggin' 'em in Berehaven, Kilbrittain and Kinsale
The Fivemile and Belgooly, the story's much the same
No matter where you come from, no matter who you are
If you're a man who likes his porter beware of the Bandon car
Come all you lads and lassies and listen to my sad tale
And I'll tellto you what happened to me one night down in Kinsale
It being the summer season I found myself a job
Singing ballads in a bar to make a couple of bob
I was doing a bit of a stint, me boys, down in the Folk House bar
Little did I know in town that night was the dreaded Bandon car
And when the gig was over and me gear all packed away
Says I, I'll have one for the road then I'll leave without delay
But alas! that was the one I fear that caused me my downfall
How was I to know me fate, sure I didn't have a clue at all
When I had donned me cap and coat and drank down my last jar
And the barman's final comment was, Watch out for the Bandon car
I was just about to leave for home when much to my dismay
A Garda car with flashing lights came up and barred me way
Says he, Have you drink taken - says I, A small amount
Says he, Would that be five or six - says I, Garda, I never count
He made me blow into the bag saying, Tonight you've gone too far
And to the station I was taken in the back of the Bandon car
The doctor he was sent for, looking tired and distressed
Through bleary eyes he asked me would I mind a urine test
Says I, I like things private when I answers nature's call
But that request was soon shot down, I had to bare it all
Oh what a terrible indignation to take the thing so far
And I wished that they could go to hell along with th' oul' Bandon car
Now I've been law-abidin' since the day that I was born
But this terrible legislation, sure I view it now with scorn
There's trickies and there's hooflers who break laws every day
But they can't be caught easily and they gets clean away
I've tried every means I know to avoid the social scar
But there is no way you'll get fair play from the boys in the Bandon car
(as sung by Jimmy Crowley)
Who's the bass player