O’Shea the Philosophical Donkey (The Drunken Donkey O'Shea) | Funny Irish Pub Song

追加: 2026-05-11

[00:00:02][music] [music] >> Down by McFinnegan's crooked wee inn >> [music] >> came O'Shea with mud on his chin.

[00:00:30]A donkey [music] in boots and a scarf made of lace, claiming he once studied law for a case. [music] "Sláinte!" he prayed to bottle of stout, then lectured a candle on what life's about. He says, "Are we real or potatoes [music] dreaming while chewing a mouthful County Leitrim?" He sat [music] on a stool with a sigh and a wink, "All it takes carrots and something to [music] drink." Old Padraig whispered, "Bigoramy's son, the beast [music] pays taxes just to leave him alone."

[00:01:13]Now O'Shea asked the fiddler to [music] strike up a reel, and O'Shea began dancing with terrifying zeal. He overset the floor like a sack of wet pans, [music] and three chandeliers resigned from their stands. He played in perfect accidental key, like an accordion [music] trapped in a collapsing tree.

[00:01:33]Ah, nobody liked it, [music] but none could complain cuz he'd kick your accordion clean off the train. [music] He wandered indoors though banned since last May for eating the bishop's [music] suspenders away. Then stared at a painting of cows in the hall [music] and asked WHY THE WINDOW BEASTS WOULDN'T CALL. O'SHEA, YES, A philosophical [music] king of bad choices and pub stool rules.

[00:02:02]Cracking the rafters, hanging [music] your main brain, existential dread in the rain.

[00:02:09]>> [music] >> Slighted in nonsense to carrots and nail, to legends too stubborn to peacefully fail.

[00:02:23]>> [music] >> One stormy night by the bugside road, he arrived with six geese and [music] a wardrobe, claiming the moon had hired him for work transporting important [music] invisible clerks. Young Declan asked, "What cargo you bear?" O'Shea [music] says, "Regret and two haunted chairs." Then winked at a bucket and sang top room while accidentally [music] locking himself in the room. The pub cat fled for the hills in despair as O'Shea philosophized [music] loudly "If fish cannot whistle and clocks cannot sneeze, then why [music] the soup panic whenever you freeze?"

[00:03:09]No showman [music] brought stew to the back stable door, but O'Shea had somehow quietly more. [music] Donkeys in waistcoats playing small flutes and one tiny [music] goat wearing ceremonial boots. The bar owner and [music] all the ring glasses took flight. A fiddle combusted politely that night. [music] Then O'Shea stood proudly atop of the bar explaining why pigeons [music] should govern by far. "You humans," SAYS HE, "HAVE NO PROPER DIRECTION. YOU TRUST [music] MAPS BUT IGNORE SOUP SELECTION." THEN ATE half the song sheet for reasons unknown [music] and applauded himself with a traffic cone.

[00:03:54]Near [music] closing time by the dim candle glow, O'Shea sat quiet in shadows below. Staring at foam circles [music] left on the wood, looking for answers no donkey rightly should. He whispered, "Ah, sure.

[00:04:10]Maybe life's [music] just a tune played badly on Tuesdays beneath the damp moon, and maybe us all be spark [music] keeping ghosts all searching for some way to sit for a toast."

[00:04:24]Then he sneezed [music] in the stew and fell into a chair, and prayed at a taxman WHO WASN'T THERE.

[00:04:34]O'SHEA, >> [music] >> A BEWILDERED BEAST, prophet of carrots and accidental [music] feast, cracking the chimney, hooves on the drum, [music] still thinking tomorrow will finally come. I saw him at the pub [music] and missed the songs buddy played to donkeys who think they were tragically raised as misunderstood poets [music] in boots two sizes small. HEY, O'SHEA THE DIGIT STILL CONFUSES [music] US ALL.

[00:05:04]>> [laughter] >> A final tiny bray echoes [music] softly.

[00:05:11]THEN SOMEBODY SHOUTS, "WHO LET HIM BACK INSIDE?"

[00:05:22]HEY!

[00:05:25]>> [music]