Skinny Lister - Forty Pound Wedding

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Forty Pound Wedding is taken from the forthcoming "Forty Pound Wedding E.P." out November 4th, also featuring the Psychemagik Remix of "Colours" and Sunday Best Remix of "Plough & Orion".

Seventeen Summers & Forty Pound Wedding are also available on the debut album 'Forge & Flagon' - out now

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'Enormous fun' -- The Word Magazine
'Brilliant... Likely to follow Mumford & Sons' - The Sun
'The English Pogues' -- Daily Mirror
'Skinny Lister are Reel-y good' -- The Guardian

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10 years on and sounds just as good in 2023.

jabbathehut

Best opener for Flogging Molly I've even had the pleasure of listening to! Great night in Philly 1/31/13. Being backstage was great and got the chance to see just how great these youngsters were!

Tullamoredewdad

I got a kiss from her at The Fillmore in Charlotte when they were opening for Flogging Molly. And a few drinks of rum from the jug.

PyrateCaptain

Lorna kissed my cheek at Warped Tour last year, their music is perf

Sdel

Only band I know of that played both Warped Tour and NPR Tiny Desk.

PRinear

Found this band by accident where the feck have i been, god there brilliant why are they not super stars, a cross between the pogues flogging molly and the saw doctors, brilliant sound these guys should be stars you have a new fan good luck guys.

stevebirmingham

If there was a band exactly like this one, you wouldn't be here right now.

annalieseradcliff

I remember when we were gonna die. My wife and I pulled into Paia Bay on Maui. There was a concrete bathroom there. Figured it was good enough to protect from the flash. I was telling others to keep calm as there was nothing to do but wait. Our last moments were to be spent holding each other and telling my wife that the best days of my life was with her. Didn't know you guys back then. Wish I did, with all your songs there isn't a single one that doesn't make you wanna sing it!

MaverickMan

I also saw them as the opener for flogging molly.

baailelangar

Well, as I walked down the metal road
With all but forty pounds
Only the bells around my waist
The cut-throats to confound
No sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
No vagabond likewise
And I bet my hide I'll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
Well, the first I met was a tinker
With gold rings to sell
Each one cost a tenner
But some looked twice as well
And I said, "That's lucky for me, "
And parted with some cash
To take a golden wedding band
To my deserving lass
Well, as I walked down the metal road
With all but thirty pounds
Only the bells around my waist
The cut-throats to confound
No sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
No vagabond likewise
And I bet my hide I'll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
Well, the next I met was a gypsy
She had a yard of Honiton lace
Eyes as brown as berries
With an honest, open face
And I said "That's lucky for me, "
And parted with some cash
To take a beautiful wedding veil
To my deserving lass
Well, as I walked down the metal road
With all but twenty pounds
Only the bells around my waist
The cut-throats to confound
No sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
No vagabond likewise
And I bet my hide I'll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
Well, the next I met was an urchin
He had orchids by the score
Blues and reds and yellows
To make the sun feel sore
And I said "That's lucky for me, "
And parted with some cash
To take a rare wedding bouquet
To my deserving lass
Well, as I walked down the metal road
With all but ten pounds
Only the bells around my waist
The cut-throats to confound
No sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
No vagabond likewise
And I bet my hide I'll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
Well, the last I met was a farmer
He had a Magnum of champagne
He wanted fifteen guineas
But I clinched it just the same
And I said, "That's lucky for me!
Now we can raise a glass
And drink a sparkling wedding toast
To my deserving lass!"
Well, as Father Reed's an ignorant man
You can hear him loudly call
"It's a curtain ring on her finger
And her veil's a gypsy's shawl
And what a fine bunch of wayside weeds
Fresh-picked from down the lane
And a wedding cup of cider sets us on the road again."
Well, as I walked down the metal road
With never a weary pound
Only the bells around my waist
The cut-throats to confound
No sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
No vagabond likewise
And I kept my hide and I won my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes

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