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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?
I've been tempted to skip to the edge of the story
Uncover whatever this lifes keepin' for me
But I know in my heart that I'd yearn all the years in between
Oh are you somewhere out there tonight still singin to me?And if fortune favours the brave & nothin much favours a slave
But the bones o' them fallen make poor company
Until you've pissed all yer Fridays away
Three blasts on her whistle to tell me she's leavin me
Onto her next port of call
Now her portarait will hang like the rest down 'The Fortune of War'
And she knows I cant sleep with no roof there above me
No matter how bitterly cold
Me old patch by the steps to the harbour'll do me no harm
No never so long as I've courage & strength in me armAnd if fortune favours the brave & nothin much favours a slave
But the bones o' them fallen make poor company
Until you've pissed all yer Fridays awayAnd if fortune favours the brave & nothin much favours a slave

But the bones o' them fallen make poor company
Until you've pissed all yer Fridays away
I still see their faces, the names though escape me
Some whisper greetin's & some o' them hate me
They've murdered this city I love & silenced her call
And it's them who would say it was better to love
They don't sound like they've lost much at all
Oh, and you pray for my soul?
I've no Gods & no masters above me & no further to fall.And if fortune favours the brave & nothin much favours a slave
But the bones o' them fallen make poor company
Until you've pissed all yer Fridays away

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There is an old Gaelic proverb, “No wonder that the cask smells of the herring that it holds,” and no truer statement could be made about the music of Sydney Gaelic-punks, The Rumjacks. The Rumjacks are a celtic, folk, punk band incorporating banjo, tin whistle and mandolin with roaring guitars and crashing drums into their sound.

Having spent the last few years peddling their blue collar brand of folkloric 'rotgut n' roll'...

Read more about The Rumjacks on Last.fm.


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