Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [clapping in time] Oh gather in close You gobshites and saints We’ve waited all night Now watch what happens When the women get tired of being polite [Verse 1] You wrote all the rules on the back of a bar tab Spilled your stout Said "girl Just smile" We were pouring the pints Doing figures in margins Learning your tricks all the while You toast to “the lads” as the ceiling keeps dripping We’re patching the roof Side by side If the ship’s going down Who’s bailing Who’s steering? Spoiler Lads — step aside [Chorus] Rise up You eejits Slide out of the way (hey!) We’re done taking orders We’re leading today (hey!) You had all your centuries Look how that went Now the women are marching And we’re running the tent Rise up You eejits Here’s how this’ll be You can sing the chorus But the captain is me [Verse 2] You tell your tall tales of “great men of history” Funny We’re there in each line Cooking your dinners Then fixing your messes Signing your plans But unsigned You call it “tradition” when you hog the microphones Then ask us to sweeten the song We tuned all the fiddles We taught half the children We’ve let you play leader too long [Chorus] [Bridge] [call and response Shouted] Who kept the books? — We did! Who lit the flame? — We did! Who held this whole mad island up While you drank through the day? — We did! Who knows the maps? — We do! Who charts the seas? — We do! If you want a future worth a damn Best hand us the keys — now move! [Chorus]
Tags
folk, Rowdy Irish folk session in a packed pub, female vocals leading the charge over fiddle, bodhrán, and stomping feet. Fast jig tempo with shout-along gang vocals on the hook, bright tin whistle fills, and call-and-response chants. Claps drive the groove between lines; choruses explode with stacked harmonies and crowd noise, like a live rebel session caught on tape., irish folk, female vocals
Duration
2:59
Instrumental
No
Created
1/16/2026