Folk Music and Song Sessions The Wellington Birmingham

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ALPHABETICAL INDEX

 

ANTHEM OF ANCIENT B’S     39

ASHGROVE (the)                             85

AULD LANG SYNE                            64

BANKS OF THE OHIO             26

BARWICK GREEN                             88

BIRMINGHAM LADS               27

BLACK VELVET BAND (the)   18

BLACKSMITHS SON (the)     21

BLOWING IN THE WIND       59

BRIDGE OF TOOME                77

BRITISH GRENADIERS          30

BURNING BRIDGES                63

BYKER HILL                            52

CARNIVAL IS OVER               82

CARRICKFERGUS                             78

CHICKEN ON A RAFT             44

CLEMENTINE                          8

COME BY THE HILLS              71

COUNTRY ROADS                             14

DANNY BOY                            58

DIRTY OLD TOWN                  10

DRINK UP THY ZIDER            92

DRUNKEN SAILOR                 24

FAIR SPANISH LADIES                   72

FAIRYTAIL OF NEW YORK    33

FAREWELL TO CARLINGFORD86

FARMERS TOAST                    55

FIDDLERS GREEN                             7

FIELDS OF ATHENRY (the)   3

GALWAY GIRL                        69

GALWAY SHAWL                    54

GENETICALLY MOD FARMER 56

GOOD LUCK TO THE B MOW  53

GREAT F’FINGER DISASTER  49

GREEN FIELDS OF F. REPLY  23A

GREEN FIELDS OF FRANCE   23

GREY FUNNEL LINE (the)     47

GYPSY ROVER                        48

HAUL AWAY JOE                     46

HEARTS OF OAK                     83

HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN 51

IRISH ROVER                         79

JOCK STEWART                      74

JOHN KANAKA                       45

KEEP THE HOME F. BURNING         38

KEEPER (THE)                        90

LAST FAREWELL (the)          28

LAST HOUSE ON OUR STREET 9

LAST THING ON MY MIND     60

LEAVE HER JOHNNY               41

LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL       6

LIVERPOOL JUDIES               43

LONG LONG TRAIL WINDING        12

MARTIN SAID TO HIS MAN   19

MESSING ABOUT ON  RIVER 22

MICHAEL ROW THE BOAT     16

MISTY MOISTY MORNING     91

MOLLY MALONE                     4

NAVIGATOR                           75

OH SUSANNA                         35

OLD MAUI                               70

OVER THE HILLS FAR AWAY 93

PACK UP Y’ TROUBLES          36

PARTING GLASS (the)           65

PUB WITH NO BEER               29

RARE OULD TIMES                 81

RATTLIN BOG                         76

RICKETY TICKETY TIN           25

RIDE ON                                  32

ROLL ON COLUMBIA              50

SAILING                                  15

SALLY GARDENS                     68

SHEPHERD’S HEY                             61

SHOALS OF HERRING            2

SKY BOAT SONG                     87

SLOOP JOHN B                        13

SOUTH AUSTRALIA                42

SPANISH LADY (the)             66

SPEED THE PLOUGH               67

STAR COUNTY DOWN            1

STREETS YOUR TOWN           11

TARPAULIN JACKET               84

THIRTY FOOT TRAILER                   62

THREE SCORE AND TEN         17

TIPPERARY                                       37

VOYAGE (the)                         31

WAGGONWHEEL                     89

WALTZING MATILDA             40

WHEN ALL MEN SING            80

WHERE FLOWERS GONE       57

WHISKEY IN THE JAR            20

WILD ROVER                          5

WORKING MAN                       73

WORRIED MAN BLUES           34



 

  1. STAR OF THE COUNTY DOWN

 

Near Banbridge Town in the County Down
One morning last July,
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there.

[Chorus:]
From Bantry Bay unto Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin Town
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
That I met in the County Down

As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I says, says I, to a passer-by,
"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?
He smiled at me and he says, says he,
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the star of the County Down."

[Chorus]

The Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till my smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.

Index


2     SHOALS OF HERRING

 

O, it was a fine and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth harbour I was faring
As a cabin boy on a sailing lugger
For to go and hunt the shoals of herring

O, the work was hard and the hours were long
And the treatment sure it took some bearing
There was little kindness and the kicks were many
As we hunted for the shoals of herring

O, we fished the Swarth and the Broken Bank
I was a cook and I'd a quarter-sharing
And I used to sleep, standing on me feet
And I'd dream about the shoals of herring

O, we left the home grounds in the month of June
And to canny Shiels we soon was bearing
With a hundred cran of the silver darlings
That we'd taken from the shoals of herring


Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman
You can swear and show a manly bearing
Take your turn on watch with the other fellows
While you're searching for the shoals of herring

In the stormy seas and the living gales
Just to earn your daily bread you're daring
From the Dover Straits to the Faroe Islands
As you're following the shoals of herring

O, I earned me keep and I paid me way
And I earned the gear that I was wearing
Sailed a million miles, caught ten-million fishes
We were sailing after shoals of herring

 

 

Index

 

 

3     THE FIELDS OF ATHENRY


By a lonely prison wall

I heard a young girl ca-a-a-a-alling

Michael, they have taken you away

For you stole Trevelyn’s corn

So our young might see the morn

Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay

CHORUS
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
Its so lonely round the fields of Athenry

 

By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matter Mary when your free,
Against the Famine and the Crown
I rebelled they ran me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity.

Chorus

 

 

 

 

 

By a lonely harbour wall
She watched the last star falling
As that prison ship sailed out against the sky
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry

 

Chorus x 2

 

Index

 


4     MOLLY MALONE


In Dublin's fair city
where girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes   

on sweet Molly Malone

As she pushed her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow, crying
"Cockles and mussels, alive alive, Oh." 

 

CHORUS

"Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh",

Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".

 

She was a fishmonger,

But sure 'twas no wonder,

For so were her father and mother before,

And they each wheeled their barrow,

Through streets broad and narrow,

Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

 

Chorus

 

 

 

 

 

 

She died of a fever,

And no one could save her,

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.

Now her ghost wheels her barrow,

Through streets broad and narrow,

Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

 

Chorus

 

Index

 


5     WILD ROVER

I've been a wild rover for many's a year
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more

CHORUS
And it's no nay never, no nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover, no never no more  I went to an ale-house I used to frequent And I told the landlady my money was spent. I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay Such a custom as yours I could have any day."  Chorus I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright And the landlady's eyesopened wide with delight. She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest."  Chorus     I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son. And if they caress (forgive) me as ofttimes before Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.  Chorus

 

 

Index

 


6     LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL

 

Farewell to Prince's Landing Stage
River Mersey, fare thee well
I am bound for California
A place I know right well

 

CHORUS

So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee

 

I'm bound off for California
By the way of stormy Cape Horn
And I'm bound to write you a letter, love
When I am homeward bound.

 

Chorus

 

I have signed on a Yankee Clipper ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Burgess is the Captain of her
And they say she's a floating Hell

 

 

 

Chorus

I have shipped with Burgess once before
And I think I know him well
If a man's a seaman, he can get along
If not, then he's sure in Hell

Chorus:

Farewell to lower Frederick Street
Ensign Terrace and Park Lane
For I think it will be a long, long time
Before I see you again

Chorus

Oh the sun is on the harbour, love
And I wish I could remain
For I know it will be a long, long time
Till I see you again

Chorus:

Index


7     FIDDLERS GREEN


As I roved by the dockside on evening so rare
To view the still waters and take the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing this song
O take me away boys my time is not long

CHORUS

Wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates
I'm taking a trip, mates
And  I'll see them someday in Fiddler's Green

Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where fishermen go when they don't go to Hell
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away

Chorus

 

The sky's always clear and there's never a gale
And the fish jump on board with a flip of their tail
You can lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
And the skipper's below making tea for the crew
Chorus

And when you're in dock and the long trip is thru
There's pubs and there's clubs,

and there's lassies there too
Now the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum hanging from every tree
Chorus


I don't want a harp or a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
And I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail along
When the wind's in the rigging to sing me a song

Chorus

 

Index


8        CLEMENTINE

In a cavern, In a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine.

Chorus:
Oh my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine,
Clementine---------Oh my darling Clementine,

Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine;
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.

Drove she ducklings to the water,
Every morning just at nine;
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.

Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine;
But Alas! I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.

 

 

When the miner forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he ‘oughter "jine" his daughter,
Now he's with his clementine.

In a corner of the churchyard,
Where the myrtle boughs entwine,
Grow the roses in their poses,
Fertilized by Clementine.

In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine.
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead, I'll draw the line.

How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine.
So I kissed her little sister,
And forgot my Clementine.

There's a moral to this story;
To this little tale of mine.
Artificial respiration,
Would have saved my Clementine.

Index


9     THE LAST HOUSE ON OUR STREET

 

The last house in our street is the one we are living in
throw the ball against the wall and back to me
all the other windows have concrete curtains
open up your eyes and tell me what you see

The flowers in our garden are made of bricks and broken glass
throw the ball against the wall and back to me
and ‘round the back we’re growing an outside toilet
open up your eyes and tell me what you see

Wee Albert Mooney was blinded by a petrol bomb
throw the ball against the wall and back to me
the bomber said, we’re sorry, it must have been an accident
open up your eyes and tell me what you see

A big rubber bullet killed little Johnny Morrisey
throw the ball against the wall and back to me
a policeman fired it, it must have been an accident
open up your eyes and tell me what you see


God made the world, and Belfast is part of it
throw the ball against the wall and back to me
sometimes I wonder if Belfast was an accident
open up your eyes and tell me what you see

There’s a wall, there is, between us and them, there is
throw the ball against the wall and back to me
is there anyone can tell me that they didn’t help in building it
open up your eyes and tell me what you see

But the eyes of the world have concrete curtains
throw the ball against the wall and back to me
would you tear down the wall, would you open up the windows
would you open up your eyes and tell me what you see

 

 

Index


10   DIRTY OLD TOWN


I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town


 

 

 

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

 

 

Index


11   STREETS OF YOUR TOWN

 

Have you seen the young man Outside the Job Centre

Kicking at a can with his worn trainers?

In his eyes you see no pride and held loosely at his side

Yesterday’s paper with no jobs inside

 

CHORUS

So how can you tell me you’re lonely

And say for you that the sun don’t shine

Let me take you by the hand

and lead you through the streets of your town

I’ll show you something to make you change your mind.

 

Have you seen the young girl

Who walks the streets of your town

Selling the Big Issue

With a smile on her face

She’s no time for talking

She just keeps on calling

Hiding her true feelings behind the smile on her face

 

Have you seen the young ones

Sitting in the subway

Picking out a tune with frozen hands

Passers by with bulging bags

Don’t even give a second glance

Maybe drop a penny

Pretending that they care

 

 

Have you seen the young man

Outside the drop in centre

Memories of his childhood in the pain on his face

In our winter city the rain cries a little pity

For one more potential hero

In a world that doesn’t care

 

 

Writer: Ralph Mc Tell
Copyright: Essex Music International Inc.

Lyrics David Hackney (1999)

Index


12   THERE’S A LONG, LONG TRAIL A-WINDING

 

Nights are growing very lonely,
Days are very long;
I'm a-growing weary only
List'ning for your song.
Old remembrances are thronging
Thro' my memory.
Till it seems the world is full of dreams
Just to call you back to me.

Chorus:


There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams:
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All night long I hear you calling,
Calling sweet and low;
Seem to hear your footsteps falling,
Ev'ry where I go.
Tho' the road between us stretches
Many a weary mile.
I forget that you're not with me yet,
When I think I see you smile.

Chorus:

There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams:
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.

 

Index

 


 

13   SLOOP JOHN B

 

We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night, Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up, I want to go home


So hoist up the John B’s sail,

See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home

The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the capns trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff john stone
Why don't you leave me alone, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home


 

 

 

 

 

So hoist up the John B’s sail,

See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore, Let me go home,

let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home

Why don't you let me go home


(hoist up the John B’s sail)
Hoist up the John B
I feel so broke up I wanna go home, Let me go home

The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home, Why don't they let me go home
This is the worst trip Ive ever been on

So hoist up the John B’s sail, See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home
Why don't you let me go home.

Index

 


14   COUNTRY ROADS

Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze

Chorus:
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads

All my memories, gathered 'round her
Miners' Lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye

Chorus

I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin' down the road I get the feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Chorus x 2 (modulates)

 

Index

 


15   SAILING

I am sailing, I am sailing,
home again 'cross the sea.
I am sailing, stormy waters,
to be near you, to be free.

I am flying, I am flying,
like a bird 'cross the sky.
I am flying, passing high clouds,
to be with you, to be free.

Can you hear me, can you hear me
thro' the dark night, far away,
I am dying, forever trying,
to be with you, who can say.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Can you hear me, can you hear me,
thro' the dark night far away.
I am dying, forever trying,
to be with you, who can say.

We are sailing, we are sailing,
home again 'cross the sea.
We are sailing stormy waters,
to be near you, to be free.

Oh Lord, to be near you, to be free.
Oh Lord, to be near you, to be free,
Oh Lord.

 

Index

 

 

 


16 MICHAEL ROW THE BOAT

 


Michael, row the boat ashore, Hallelujah.
Michael, row the boat ashore, Hallelujah.

        
Sister help to trim the sails, Hallelujah

Sister help to trim the sails, Hallelujah


Jordan's river is deep and wide, Hallelujah

And I've got a home on the other side, Hallelujah


Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah

Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah


Michael's boat is a music boat, Hallelujah

Michael's boat is a music boat, Hallelujah


Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah

Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah


The trumpets sound the jubilee, Hallelujah

The trumpets sound for you and me, Hallelujah



 

 

 

 

Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah

Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah


Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah

Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah

 

Index

 


  1. THREE SCORE AND TEN

 

Me thinks I see a host of craft
Spreading their sails alee
As down the Humber they do steer
Bound for the great North Sea
Me thinks I see a wee small craft
And crew with hearts so brave
They go to earn their daily bread
Upon the restless waves


CHORUS


And it's three score and ten boys and men
Were lost from Grimsby Town
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough
Many hundreds more were drowned
Their herring craft and their trawlers
Their fishing smacks as well
Alone they fight the bitter night
And battle with the swell


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me thinks I see them yet again
As they leave this land behind
Casting their nets into the sea
The herring shoals to find

Me thinks I see them yet again
And they're safe on board alright
With their sails close reefed
Their decks washed clean
And their sidelights burning bright


Chorus

October's night brought such a sight
'Twas never seen before
There were yards of masts and broken spars
Washed up upon the shore
There was many a heart of sorrow
There was many a heart so brave
There was many a true and noble lad
To find a watery grave

Index

 


  1. THE BLACK VELVET BAND

Well, in a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound Many an hours sweet happiness, have I spent in that neat little town, A sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the land, Far away from my friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band.         CHORUS

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

I took a stroll down Broadway, meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid comes a tripping along the highway. She was both fair and handsome, her neck it was just like a swans, And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band.       Chorus

 

 

 

 

 

I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman passing us by
Well I knew she meant the doing of him, by the look in her roguish black eye, A goldwatch she took from his pocket and placed it right in to my hand, And the very first thing that I said was bad luck to the black velvet band       Chorus

Before the judge and the jury, next morning I had to appear
The judge he says to me: "Young man, your case it is proven clear
We'll give you seven years penal servitude, to be spent faraway from the land, Far away from your friends and companions, betrayed by the black velvet band"      Chorus

So come all you jolly young fellows a warning take by me
When you are out on the town me lads, beware of them pretty colleens
For they feed you with strong drink, "Oh yeah", 'til you are unable to stand, And the very next thing that you'll know is you've landed in Van Diemens Land.       Chorus

Index


 

  1. MARTIN SAID TO HIS MAN

 

Martin said to his man, fie, man, fie
Martin said to his man, who's the fool, now
Martin said to his man, Fill thou the cup and I the can
Thou hast well drunken man, who's the fool now

I saw the man in the moon, fie, man, fie
I saw the man in the moon, who's the fool, now
I saw the man in the moon, Clouting of St. Peter's shoon
Chorus

I saw the goose ring the hog, fie, man, fie
I saw the goose ring the hog, who's the fool, now
I saw the goose ring the hog, saw the snail bite the dog
Chorus

I saw the hare chase the hound, fie, man, fie
I saw the hare chase the hound, who's the fool, now
I saw the hare chase the hound, Twenty miles above the ground
Chorus


 

I saw the mouse chase the cat, fie, man, fie
I saw the mouse chase the cat, who's the fool now
I saw the mouse chase the cat, Saw the cheese eat the rat
Chorus

I saw a flea heave a tree, fie, man, fie
I saw a flea heave a tree, who's the fool now
I saw a flea heave a tree, twenty miles out to sea
Chorus

I saw a maid milk a bull, fie, man, fie
I saw a maid milk a bull, who's the fool now
I saw a maid milk a bull, at every pull a bucket full
Chorus

 

Saw a man dead in bed, fie man, fie

Saw a man dead in bed, who’s the fool now?

Saw a man dead in bed, he’d been drinking Watney’s Red

Chorus

 

Index

 


  1. Whiskey In The Jar

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains.
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'.
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier.
I said stand o'er and deliver or the devil he may take ya.

Musha ring dumb a do dumb a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny.
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly.
She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me.
But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy.

Musha ring dumb a do dumb a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber.
Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger.
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell.
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels.

Musha ring dumb a do dumb a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin',
And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin'.
Me? I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber.
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah.

Musha ring dumb a do dumb a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.



21      THE BLACKSMITH'S SON

 

CHORUS AND FRST VERSE

 

Me father is a blacksmith, I'm a blacksmith's son,

 

He taught me everything I know until the time had come.

 

That I had learnt me trade so well and then I could say true,

 

Me father is a blacksmith and now I'm a blacksmith too.

 

VERSE 2

Now when I was a little lad I watched me father work,

He bid me fetch and carry and from that I'd never shirk.

I stood beside the forge all day waiting to lend a hand,

And watching all the different jobs so I could understand.

CHOURS

 

VERSE 3

And in my youth I learned more skills working by his side,

Made ploughshares and implements and learned to take a pride -

In helping him to shoe a horse, help him to mend a wheel,

And help him with the other jobs until I got the feel.

CHOURS

 

 

 

 

VERSE 4

In course of time I was his match, we worked as man to man,

We gained a reputation as the best smiths in the land.

But now me father's old and frail and doesn't work so free,

He stands beside me little lad who stands there watching me.

CHORUS

 

VERSE 5

So now the circle’s gone full turn another little lad,

Stands beside the blacksmiths forge waiting for his Dad,

I bid him fetch and carry and look forward to the day,

When he has learned all that I know and he’ll turn round and say.

 

 

FINAL CHORUS

Me father is a blacksmith, I'm a blacksmith's son,

He taught me everything I know until the time had come.

That I had learnt me trade so well and then I could say true,

Me father is a blacksmith and now I'm a blacksmith too.

 

Index

 


22   MESSING ABOUT ON THE RIVER

 

When the weather is fine then you know it's a sign
For messing about on the river.
If you take my advice there's nothing so nice
As messing about on the river.
There are long boats and short boats and all kinds of craft,
And cruisers and keel boats and some with no draught.
So take off your coat and hop in a boat 
Go messing about on the river. 

There are boats made from kits that reach you in bits
For messing about on the river.
Or you might want to skull in a glass-fibred hull.
Just messing about on the river.
There are tillers and rudders and anchors and cleats,
And ropes that are sometimes referred to as sheets.
With the wind in your face there's no finer place,
Than messing about on the river. 


 

 

 

There are skippers and mates and rowing club eights
Just messing about on the river.
There are pontoons and trots and all sorts of knots
For messing about on the river.
With inboards and outboards and dinghies you sail.
The first thing you learn is the right way to bail.
In a one-seat canoe you're the skipper and crew,
Just messing about on the river. 

There are bridges and locks and moorings and docks
When messing about on the river.
There's a whirlpool and weir that you mustn't go near
When messing about on the river.
There are backwater places all hidden from view,
And quaint little islands just awaiting for you.
So I'll leave you right now to cast off your bow,
Go messing about on the river.

Index

 


23    GREEN FIELDS OF FRANCE

 

Well how do you do young Willy McBride

Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside

And rest for a while in the warm summer sun

I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done

 

I see by your gravestone your were only nineteen

When you joined the great falling in nineteen fifteen

Well I hope you died well and I hope you died clean

Or young Willy Mc Bride was it slow and obscene

 

Chorus

Did they beat the drum slowly ,did they sound the fifes lowly

Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down

Did the band play the last post and chorus

Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest.

 

Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind

In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined

And though you died back in nineteen fifteen

In some faith full heart are you forever nineteen

 

Or are you a stranger without even a name

Enshrined forever behind a glass frame

In an old photograph torn battered and stained

And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame.

[Repeat Chorus]

 

 

Well the sun now it shines on the green fields of France

There's a warm summer breeze it makes the red poppies dance

And look how the sun shines from under the clouds

There's no gas no barbed wire , there's no gun firing now.

 

But here in this graveyard it's still no mans land

The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand

To man's blind indefference to his fellow man

To a whole generation that were butchered and dammed

 

[Repeat Chorus]

 

Well Will Mc Bride I can’t help wonder why

Do those that lie here know why did they die

And did they believe when they answered the call

Did they really believe that this war would end war

 

Well the sorrow the suffering the glory the pain

The killing the dying was all done in vain

For young Willy Mc Bride it all happened again

   And again,and again,and again,and again

Index

 


23A GREEN FIELDS OF FRANCE (REPLY)

 Willie McBride's Reply(Lyrics: Stephen L. Suffet (Copyright 1997)Tune: "No Man's Land" by Eric Bogle My dear friend Eric, this is Willie McBride,Today I speak to you across the divide,Of years and of distance of life and of death,Please let me speak freely with my silent breath.                You might think me crazy, you might think me daft,I could have stayed back in Erin, where there wasn't a draft,But my parents they raised me to tell right from wrong,So today I shall answer what you asked in your song. Yes, they beat the drum slowly, they played the pipes lowly,And the rifles fired o'er me as they lowered me down,The band played "The Last Post" in chorus,And the pipes played "The Flowers of the Forest."    Ask the people of Belgium or Alsace-Lorraine,If my life was wasted, if I died in vain.I think they will tell you when all's said and done,They welcomed this boy with his tin hat and gun. And call it ironic that I was cut down,While in Dublin my kinfolk were fighting the Crown.But in Dublin or Flanders the cause was the same:To resist the oppressor, whatever his name.      Yes, they beat the drum slowly... etc. It wasn't for King or for England I died,It wasn't for glory or the Empire's pride.The reason I went was both simple and clear:To stand up for freedom did I volunteer. It's easy for you to look back and sigh,And pity the youth of those days long gone by,For us who were there, we knew why we died,And I'd do it again, says Willie McBride.      Yes, they beat the drum slowly...etc.

Index


24   DRUNKEN SAILOR

 

Weigh heigh and up she rises

(/Hoo-ray and up she rises)

Weigh heigh and up she rises

(/Patent blocks of different sizes)[2]

Weigh heigh and up she rises

Early in the morning

Traditional verses:

What shall we do with a drunken sailor,

What shall we do with a drunken sailor,

What shall we do with a drunken sailor,

Early in the morning?

Put him in the long boat till he's sober.

Put him in the long-boat and make him bail her.

What shall we do with a drunken soldier?

Put/lock him in the guard room 'til he gets sober.

Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him.

Pull out the plug and wet him all over.

Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under

 

 

 

 

Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowline.

Scrape the hair off his chest with a hoop-iron razor.

Give 'im a dose of salt and water.

Stick on his back a mustard plaster.

Keep him there and make 'im bail 'er.

Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end.

What'll we do with a Limejuice skipper

Soak him in oil till he sprouts a flipper.

What shall we do with the Queen o' Sheba?

What shall we do with the Virgin Mary?

Additional verses:

Shave his chin with a rusty razor.

Shave his belly with a rusty razor.

Give 'im a hair of the dog that bit him.

Put him in the bilge and make him drink it.

Put him in bed with the captain's daughter.

        Put him at the wheel of an Exxon tanker 

Index

 

25.  rickety tickety tin

About a maid I'll sing this song sing rickety tickety tin
... who did not have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong. 
She did everyone of them in. - Them in. She did every one of them in

One morning in a fit of pique sing rickety tickety tin
... she drowned her father in the creek
The water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make do with gin -With gin. We had to make do with gin

Her mother she could never stand sing rickety tickety tin
... stand and so a cyanide soup she planned
The mother died with a spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin - A grin. Her face in a hideous grin

 

 

 

She set her sisters hair on fire sing rickety tickety tin
... and as the smoke and flame grew higher
Danced around the funeral pyre
Playing a violin - O-lin. Playing a violin

She tied her brother down with stones sing rickety tickety tin
... and sent him off to Davy Jones
All they ever found were the bones
And occassional pieces of skin - Of skin. Occassional pieces of skin

One day she had nothing to do sing rickety tickety tin
... she cut her baby brother in two
Served him up in an Irish stew
And invited the neighbors in -Bors in. Invited the neighbors in.

When at last the police came by sing rickety tickety tin
... these terrible deeds she did not deny
To do so she would have to lie
And lying she knew was a sin - A sin. Lying she knew was a sin

Index


26 BANKS OF THE OHIO

 

I asked my love to go with me,

Just to walk a little way.

And as we walked, 'twas then we talked

Of our approaching wedding day.

 

cho: Then only say that you'll be mine

     And in no other arms entwine.

     Down beside, where the waters flow

     Down by the banks of the Ohio.

 

I held a knife against her breast

As gently in my arms she pressed,

Crying "Willie, Oh Willie! Don't murder me

For I'm unprepared for eternity!"

 

cho:

 

I took her by her lily white hand

And led her down where the waters stand;

I picked her up and pitched her in

And watched her as she floated down.

 

cho:

 

 

 

 

 

I started home 'twixt twelve and one

Cryin' "Oh my God! What have I done?

I've murdered the only woman I love

Because she would not be my bride.

 

cho:

 

Index


27 BIRMINGHAM LADS

 

This day for our new navigation

We banish all cares and vexation;

The sight of the barges each honest heart glads

And the merriest of mortals are Birmingham lads.

Birmingham lads, jovial blades,

And the merriest of mortals are Birmingham lads.

 

With pride every heart must be glowing

Stamps, presses and lathes shall be going;

The lads to the wharf with their lasses repair

And smile at the streamers that play in the air

Play in the air, free and fair,

And smile at the streamers that play in the air.

 

Let Stratford sons boast out of all measure

The fruits of their mulberry treasure;

Such treasure for once may cause Jubilee joys

But riches spring daily from Birmingham toys

Birmingham toys, all men praise,

But riches spring daily from Birmingham toys

 

The Thames, Severn, Trent and the Avon,

Our countrymen frequently rave on;

But none of their neighbours are happier than they

Who peacably dwell on the banks of the Rea,

Banks of the Rea, ever gay,

Who peacably dwell on the banks of the Rea.

 

Not Europe can match us for traffic,

America, Asia and Afric;

Of what we invent each partakes of a share,

For the best of wrought metals is Birmingham ware

Birmingham ware , none so rare

For the best of wrought metals is Bilmingham ware.

 

Since by the canal navigation,

Of coals we've the best in the nation;

Around the gay circle your bumpers then put,

For the cut of all cuts is a Birmingham cut,

Birmingham cut, fairly wrought,

For the cut of all cuts is a Birmingham cut.

 

Index

 

 


28 THE LAST FAREWELL

 

There’s a ship lying rigged and ready in the harbour

Tomorrow for old England She sails

Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell

Chorus
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see that foreign flag a-raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into Hell

I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

Though death and darkness gather all about me
And my ship be torn apart upon the seas
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee

And should I return safe home again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the Dale

 

 

 

 

Index

 


 

29     THE PUB WITH NO BEER It's lone-some a-way from your kin-dred and all By the camp-fire at night where the wild dingoes call But there's noth-ing so lone-some, so mor-bid and drear
Than to stand in the bar of A Pub With No Beer!

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come,
There's a far-away look on the face of the "bum",
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting
queer,
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer!

Then the stockman rides up with a dry dusty throat,
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat,
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says sadly,"The pub's got no beer!"

Then the swaggie comes in smother'd in dust and flies,
He throws down his roll, rubs the sweat from his eyes,
But when he is told, he says "What's this I hear?
(SPOKEN)
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"

There's a dog on the v'randah, for his master he waits,
But the boss is inside, drinking wine with his mates,
He hurries for cover and cringes in fear,
It's no place for a dog, round a pub with no beer!


      Old Billy the blacksmith the first time in his life,
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife,
He walks in the kitchen, she says "You're early my dear,"
But he breaks down and tells her "The pub's got no beer!

Index

 


30  THE BRITISH GRENADIERS

Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules,
Of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these,
But of all the world’s great heroes,
There’s none that can compare,
With a tow, row row row , row row row,
To the British Grenadiers.

None of these ancient heroes ne’er saw a cannon ball,
Nor knew the force of powder to slay their foes with all,
But our brave boys do know it and banish all their fears,
Sing tow, row row row , row row row,
For the British Grenadiers.

When e’er we are commanded to storm the palisades,
Our leaders march with fuses, and we with hand grenades;
We throw them from the glacis about the enemies’ ears,
Sing tow, row row row , row row row,
For the British Grenadiers.


 

And when the siege is over, we to the town repair.
The townsmen cry ‘Hurrah, boys, here comes a Grenadier’.
Here come the Grenadiers, my boys, who know no doubts or fears.
Sing tow, row row row , row row row,
For the British Grenadiers.

So let us fill a bumper, and drink a health to those,
Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the louped clouthes.
May they and their commanders live happy all their years.
Sing tow, row row row , row row row,
For the British Grenadiers.

Index

 


31 THE VOYAGE

 

I am a sailor, you're my first mate
We signed on together, we coupled our fate
Hauled up our anchor, determined not to fail
For the hearts treasure, together we set sail


With no maps to guide us we steered our own course
Rode out the storms when the winds were gale force
Sat out the doldrums in patience and hope
Working together we learned how to cope


Chorus:
Life is an ocean and love is a boat
In troubled water that keeps us afloat
When we started the voyage, there was just me and you
Now gathered round us, we have our own crew

Together we're in this relationship
We built it with care to last the whole trip
Our true destination's not marked on any charts
We're navigating to the shores of the heart

Chorus 2x

 

 

D F# A B  A   B        A    F#   A

I am a sailor, you're my first mate

 

A    d        d   d  c# B    A  B    A     F#  E
We signed on together, we coupled our fate

 

d         d   d    c#  B    A B  B        A    F# A
Hauled up our anchor, determined not to fail

 

D    F# A        B   A       F# E D   E    E   D
For the hearts treasure, together we set sail

 

 

 

c#  c#c# d  B   A     c#   e c#  d

Life is an ocean and love is a boat

 

d   B   G     F# E    E    D        E  D  C#

In troubled waters that keeps us a-float

 

A       A   B    B   B    c#        
When we started the voyage,

 

A       F#   c#   e   c#  d

there was just me and you

 

D      E  F#     E        D   F# E      D    C#   D
Now gathered round us, we have our own crew

 

 

Index


32   RIDE ON

 

True you ride the finest horse,  I've ever seen
Standing sixteen, one or two, with eyes wild and green
You ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to


Ride on, see you, I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to

 

Ride on, see you, I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to


When you ride into the night without a trace behind
Run your claw along my gut, one last time
I turn to face an empty space, where you used to lie
And look for a spark that lights the night
Through a teardrop in my eye

 

 

 

Ride on, see you, I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to

 

Ride on, see you, I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to

 

No matter how I wanted to

 

 

Index

 

 

 

 



33 FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK

 


Slow Tempo
2  2    3      -2     -3   3
It was christmas eve babe
 6  -6   -6   -5 
In the drunk tank
-5 -6   6      5     4  4  
An old man said to me, 
  3      -4    4  4    -3  -3   
"won't see an-oth-er one"
 2    3      -2  -3    3  3 
And then he sang a song
 6    6    -6    -6   -5     -5  
The rare old mountain dew 
 -5  -6     6    5     4  4
 I turned my face a-way
 3    -4          4    -3   3
And dreamed a-bout you

 2    3 -2  -3      3  3
Got on a  luck - y one
 -4    -4  4   4       -3  -3   
Came in eighteen to one
 -4  5    -5   5   3 
I've got  a  feel-ing
 3    -4      4   4    -3   -3
This years for me and you
2  3   -2   -3      3 
So hap-py christmas
5   6  -6   -6 -5
I love you ba-by
5  -5  -6   6   5   4   4    
I  can see a  better time
3       -4  4    -3         3       3  
When all our dreams come true


Optional instrumental here

(Very Slow)
 -5   -6   -7   5   3   -4   4   -3   3


(Very Quick)

5 -5 5 4 3 3
5 -5 5 -3 3 -3
4 -3 3 -2 2 -2
2 -2 -2 3


Quick Tempo
3          3     3     -3   4   -3
They've got cars big as  bars
3         -3     4  -3  3   2   
They've got rivers of gold
3    3    3      -3      4      5     4
But the wind goes right through you
 4    4   5      4   3   -3 
Its  no place for the old
5        5    5    4        3  -3 
When you first took my hand
3  -3   4    -3     3      2
On a  cold christmas eve 
3     3   -3       4    5    4        3   -3  4      -3  3 
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me

 5    5       5   -5
You were handsome
 5    5       4  3
You were pretty
5         5  4      3     -3  3
Queen of New York Ci-ty 
3       -3   4       -3   3      2   2
When the band finished playing
 -2     2          3   -2   3
They howled out for more
4  5 -5  5     4    3  
Sinatra was swinging
5   5    5         4       3    -3  3 
All the drunks they were singing
-3    4       -3  3    -2   2
We kissed on the  corn-er
 -2    2           3          -2   3
Then danced through the night
 5   -5     -5  -5   -5 -6 6 6   -6
The boys of the   N  Y P D choir
 -5     5   4     3  -3    4
Were singing Galway Bay
 3    -3   4      3      -4  4    -3
And the bells were ringing out 
 3    4     -3    3
For christmas day


Next verse Lyric

You're a bum 
You're a punk 
You're an old slut on junk 
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed 
You scumbag, you maggot 
You cheap lousy faggot 
Happy Christmas your arse 
I pray God it's our last 

 5   -5     -5  -5   -5 -6 6 6   -6
The boys of the   N  Y P D choir
 -5     5   4     3  -3    4
Were singing Galway Bay
3     -3   4       3      -4  4   -3
And the bells were ringing out 
3    4     -3      3
For christmas day

Finish with........
Slow Tempo

2   3    -2    -3       3       3
I could have been some one
 5     5   -5      5 -4 -4 
Well so could an-y-one
 -4   5     -5   5         3       3
You took my dreams from me
 3      -3  3   3       -2
When I first found you
2 3     -2      -3     3   3
I kept them with me babe
5  6   -6      -6    -5  -5
I put them with my own
 -5    -6       6  5  4  4
Can't make it all a-lone
3     4     3   -4          4  -3    3    
I've built my dreams around you

 5   -5     -5  -5    -5 -6 6 6   -6
The boys of the   N  Y P D choir
 -5     5   4     3  -3    4
Were singing Galway Bay
 3   -3    4      3      -4  4     -3
And the bells were ringing out 
 3    4   -3       3
For christmas day.......

 

Index

 


 

 

 

34   WORRIED MAN BLUES

First Verse and Chorus

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
I'm worried now but I won't be worried long

I went across the river and I lay down to sleep
I went across the river and I lay down to sleep
I went across the river and I lay down to sleep
When I woke up I had shackles on my feet

Chorus

Twenty-one links of chain around my leg
There was twenty one links of chain around my leg
Twenty-one links of chain around my leg
And upon each link there's an initial of my name

Chorus

 

I asked that judge, "What's gonna be my fine?"
Asked that judge, "Say, what's gonna be my fine?"
I asked that judge, "What's gonna be my fine?"
Said, "Twenty-one years on the Rocky Mountain mine"

Chorus

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
Yes, it takes a worried man to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
I'm worried now but I won't be worried long

Chorus

Index

 


35   OH SUSANNA

 

I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee
I'm going to Louisiana,
Susanna for to see
It rained all night
The day I left
The weather it was dry
The sun so hot,
I froze myself
But Susanna, don't you cry

Oh, Susanna,
Don't you cry for me
I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee

I had a dream the other night
When everything was still
I thought I saw Susanna
Coming down that hill
The buckwheat cake
Was in her mouth
The tear was in her eye
Says I, I'm coming from the south
Susanna, don't you cry


Oh, Susanna,
Don't you cry for me
I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee

Oh, Susanna,
Don't you cry for me
I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee

 

 

Index

 


36  PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES


Private Perks is a funny little codger
With a smile a funny smile.
Five feet none, he's and artful little dodger
With a smile a funny smile.
Flush or broke he'll have his little joke,
He can't be suppress'd.
All the other fellows have to grin
When he gets this off his chest, Hi!

 

Chorus (sung twice after each verse)

Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,

And smile, smile, smile,
While you've a lucifer to light your fag,

Smile, boys, that's the style.

What's the use of worrying?

It never was worth while, so

Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,

And smile, smile, smile.

 

 

 


Private Perks went a-marching into Flanders
With his smile his funny smile.
He was lov'd by the privates and commanders
For his smile his funny smile.
When a throng of Bosches came along
With a mighty swing,
Perks yell'd out, "This little bunch is mine!
Keep your heads down, boys and sing, Hi!


Private Perks he came back from Bosche-shooting
With his smile his funny smile.
Round his home he then set about recruiting
With his smile his funny smile.
He told all his pals, the short, the tall,
What a time he'd had;
And as each enlisted like a man
Private Perks said 'Now my lad,' Hi!

 

Index

 


37 IT'S A LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY

 

Up to mighty London came
An Irish lad one day,
All the streets were paved with gold,
So everyone was gay!
Singing songs of Piccadilly,
Strand, and Leicester Square,
'Til Paddy got excited and
He shouted to them there:

 

It's a long way to Tipperary,

It's a long way to go.

It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!

Goodbye Piccadilly,

Farewell Leicester Square!

It's a long long way to Tipperary,

But my heart's right there.

 

Paddy wrote a letter
To his Irish Molly O',
Saying, "Should you not receive it,
Write and let me know!
If I make mistakes in "spelling",
Molly dear", said he,
"Remember it's the pen, that's bad,
Don't lay the blame on me".

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHORUS

It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly,
Farewell Leicester Square,
It's a long long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there.

 

Molly wrote a neat reply
To Irish Paddy O', 
Saying, "Mike Maloney wants 
To marry me, and so 
Leave the Strand and Piccadilly, 
Or you'll be to blame, 
For love has fairly drove me silly, 
Hoping you're the same!"

 

CHORUS

 

Extra wartime verse

That's the wrong way to tickle Mary,
That's the wrong way to kiss!
Don't you know that over here, lad,
They like it best like this!
Hooray pour le Francais!
Farewell, Angleterre!
We didn't know the way to tickle Mary,
But we learned how, over there!

 

Index

 


 

38   KEEP THE HOME FIRES BURNING

 

They were summoned from the hillside,

They were called in from the glen,

And the country found them ready

At the stirring call for men.

Let no tears add to their hardships

As the soldiers pass along,

And although your heart is breaking,

Make it sing this cheery song:

 

Keep the Home Fires Burning,

While your hearts are yearning.

Though your lads are far away

They dream of home.

There's a silver lining

Through the dark clouds shining,

Turn the dark cloud inside out

Till the boys come home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Overseas there came a pleading,

"Help a nation in distress."

And we gave our glorious laddies -

Honour bade us do no less,

For no gallant son of Freedom

To a tyrant's yoke should bend,

And a noble heart must answer

To the sacred call of "Friend."

 

Keep the Home Fires Burning,

While your hearts are yearning.

Though your lads are far away

They dream of home.

There's a silver lining

Through the dark clouds shining,

Turn the dark cloud inside out

'Til the boys come home.

 

Index

 


39   ANTHEM OF THE ANCIENT BRITONS

6          -6  -5   6  6   -7    7  6
What's the use of wearing braces?
-8       7    -7     6    -6      -5   -6  5

Spats and hats and boots with laces?

6        -6    -5      6    6   -7 7  9
Vests and pants you buy in places

[[PASTING TABLES IS NOT SUPPORTED]] 8        7  -7    7       6
Down on Brompton Road?

6         -6   -5   6   6     -7  7   6

What's the use of shirts of cotton?

-8       7     -7  6    -6  -5  -6 5
Studs that always get forgotten?

6        -6  -5  6   6   -7   7   -9
These affairs are simply rotten,

8   7   -7  7   6
Better far is woad.

-7        6     -6    6   -7    -7
Woad's the stuff to show men.

8        -8  7      -8   8   8
Woad to scare your foemen.

8   -8  7 -8 8  -8    7
Boil it to a brilliant hue

-8    8   -9 8   -8    7      -7  7      -8  8   8
And rub it on your back and your abdomen.
-9  -9    8  8    -8     -8  7   7
Ancient Briton ne'er did hit on

-7   7 -8  7   -7    6   -6     -5 -6 5
Anything as good as woad to fit on

6      -6  -5      -6 6       -7   7   -9
Neck or knees or where you sit on.

8   7    -7   7   6
Tailors you be blowed!!
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40 THE BAND PLAYED WALTZING MATILDA

Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack, and I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback, well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915, my country said son, It's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done.
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun, and they marched me away to the war.

And the band played Waltzing Matilda, as the ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears, we sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day, how our blood stained the sand and the water
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay, we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.

Johnny Turk he was waiting, he'd primed himself well. He shower'd us with bullets,
And he rained us with shell. And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.

But the band played Waltzing Matilda, when we stopped to bury our slain.
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs, then we started all over again.
And those that were left, well we tried to survive, in that mad world of blood, death and fire

And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive, though around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head, and when I woke up in my hospital bed, And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead. Never knew there was worse things than dyin'.

For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda, all around the green bush far and free
To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs-no more waltzing Matilda for me.
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia.

The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane, those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay, I looked at the place where me legs used to be.
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me, to grieve, to mourn, and to pity.

But the band played Waltzing Matilda, as they carried us down the gangway.
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared, then they turned all their faces away
And so now every April, I sit on me porch, and I watch the parades pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march, reviving old dreams of past glories
And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore. They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask, what are they marching for? And I ask myself the same question.

But the band plays Waltzing Matilda, and the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear. Someday no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

 

 

  4  5  5  3   6    6  -5 5   5 -4  4
When I was a young man I car-ied a pack, 

 3 -3   4    5   5    -4  4 -3 -3  3
And I lived the free life of a ro-ver,  

  4   -4  5    5     4    6  6
From the Mur-ray's green ba-sin,

-5  -5   5  5  -4  4  
To the dust-y out-back, 

3 -3   4    5   5  -4  4 -3 -3  3 
I-- waltzed my Ma-til-da all o-ver, 

 6    6  -6  -6    6  -7     6   6   6   -5   5
Then in nine-teen fif-teen, the coun-try said Son, 

  6     -6  -6   6  -7  6   -6     6   6 -5   5 
There's no time for ro-vin', There's work to be done,



4    -4  5   5  3  6  6    -5  5   5 -4  4 
So they gave me a tin hat and gave me a gun,  

 3   -3   4   5  5 5   -4  -3  3
And they sent me a-way to the war. 

 4   -4  5      3      6   6   6  -5  5
And the band played Waltz-ing Ma-til-da, 

 4  -4   5     5    3  6   6   -7    5
As our ships pulled a-way from the Quay, 

-3  4   -4  -4   -4   -4
And a-midst all the cheers, 

 4   -4   5   5   5    -5 
The flag wav-ing and tears,

 3 -3   4     5  5   5  -4 -3  3     
We-- sailed off for Gal-lip-o-li. 

S-L-O-W-L-Y and F-A-D-E at the end. 
 

  5    5   5   5  4    6    6   6  -6 -5 
Waltz-ing Mat-il-da, Waltz-ing Mat-il-da,

  5      5  5   -5   5   5   5 -4   4  -3 
You'll come a Waltz-ing Mat-il-da with me,

 3  -3   4   4  4   -3 
And he sang as he watched, 

 -3   3  -3  4    3    2 -2   3
And wait-ed till his bill-y boiled, 

   2     3  4   6   -4   4  -3  4  -3   3 
You'll come a Waltz-ing Mat-il da with me. 

 

Index

 


41     LEAVE HER JOHNNY LEAVE HER

 

I thought I heard the Old Man say

Leave her, Johnny, leave her

Tomorrow you will get your pay

and its time for us to leave her

 

Chorus

Leave her, Johnny, leave her

Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her

For the voyage is long 

And the winds don't blow

And it's time for us to leave her

 

Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high

Leave her, Johnny, leave her

She shipped it green and none went by

And it's time for us to leave her

 

I hate to sail on this rotten tub

Leave her, Johnny, leave her

No grog allowed and rotten grub

And it's time for us to leave her

 

We swear by rote for want of more

Leave her, Johnny, leave her

But now were through so we'll go on shore

And it's time for us to leave her

 

 

5 5         3 4        5    6    -6     -5

-3       -3   -3    3   4       5

5  -5   -5  5     4   -4    5     3

3     -3 4      4   5   3  -3      3

 

-3       -3    -3  3    4       5

6 -6 -5    -5     -5  5    4       5

5    5    -5         -5  5

4     4    -4        5      3

3    -3   4      4   5  3  -3      3

 

Index

 


42 SOUTH AUSTRALIA

 

6  6        7    -8  8 -9  -8 8

In South Australia I was born

8       7   8    -9    7  8

heave away, haul away

6   6       7  -8 8    -9     -8     8

In South Australia round Cape Horn

8       7         8   -9        7  -7 6

We're bound for South Australia



8       8 8    8     -9 -8   8

Haul away you rolling kings
               8        7   8    -9    7  8

(To me) heave away, haul away

8      8 8    8    -9-8     8
Haul away, you'll hear me sing

8       7         8   -9        7  -7 6

We're bound for South Australia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I walked out one morning fair
'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair

 

I shook her up and I shook her down
I shook her round and round the town

 

I run her all night and I run her all day
And I run her until we sailed away

 

There ain't but one thing grieves me mind
To leave Miss Nancy Blair behind

 

And as we wallop around Cape Horn
You'll wish to God you'd never been born

 

In South Australia my native land
Full of rocks and thieves and fleas and sand

 

I wish I was on Australia's strand
With a bottle of whiskey in my hand

 

Index

 


43   LIVERPOOL JUDIES

Score

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dtmzv2dV0cA

 

 

When I was young lad I sailed with the rest
On a Liverpool packet bound out to the west
We anchored one day in the harbour of Cork
Then put out to sea for the port of New York


And it's row, row bullies row
Them Liverpool Judies have got us in tow

 

For 42 days we were hungry and sore
The winds were against us, the gales they did roar
Off Battery Point we did anchor at last
Our jib boom hove in and our canvas all fast

The boardinghouse masters came aboard in a trice

 

 

 

 

 

A shouting and a promising all that was nice
Til one fat old crib took a liking to me
Says he you're a fool, lad, to follow the sea

Says he there's a job as is waiting for you
With lashings of liquor and beggar-all to do
Says he what you say lad, will you ? or two
Says I you old bastard, I'm damned if I do

 

Next I remember I woke in the morn
On a the three skysail yarder bound south round Cape Horn
With an old set of oilskins and two pair of socks
And a blooming great head and a case of the pox

 

So come all you young sailors take a warning by me
Keep your eye on the drinks when liquor is free
Don't pay no attention to runner or whore
Or your head'll be thick and your throat will be sore

 

Index

 


44 CHICKEN ON A RAFT

 

-5  -5    -5 -5  -5    -6      6   -7   7

Skipper in the wardroom drinkin' gin,

 

-5    -4  -5  -5    -5 -5 -5

Hey yo, chicken on a raft!

 

7   7      7     7   7      -7  -7 6  6 -6 -6 =5

I don't mind knockin', but I ain't goin' in!

 

-5    -4  -5  -5    -5 -5 -5

Hey yo, chicken on a raft!

 

7     7  7  6   -7 6      -7  -5 -4

The jimmy's laughin' like it'd rain,

 

-5    -4  -5  -5    -5 -5 -5

Hey yo, chicken on a raft!

 

7      7 7      7 7   -7 6    -6    -5

He's lookin' at me comic cuts again!

 

-5    -4  -5  -5    -5 -5 -5

Hey yo, chicken on a raft!

 

-5   -5   -5 -5 -5  -4 -4 -5 -6    6    -7

Chicken on a raft on a Monday morning,

 

7    7       7 7 7 -7  6      -7 -5

Oh, what a terrible sight to see,

 

7    7     7   7      7    7    -7   6     -7

Dabtoes forward and the dustmen aft,

 

7  7    -7    -7 6  6    -6 -7 -5 -5   -5 -5  -5

Sittin' there a'pickin' at a chicken on a raft!

 

-5  -4   -5  -5   -5 -5 -5

Hi, ho, chicken on a raft!

 

6      -5  -5  -5    -5 -5 -5

Hey, ho, chicken on a raft!

 

-5  -4   -5  -5   -5 -5 -5

Hi, ho, chicken on a raft!

 

6      -5   -5 -5    -5 -5 -5

Hey, ho, chicken on a raft!

 

Index

 


Gave me the middle and the forenoon too,

Now I'm pullin' on a whalin' crew.

Seagulls wheelin' overhead,

I oughter be home in me featherbed!

 

I had a little girl in Donny-B,

And did she make a fool of me.

Her heart was like a pusser's shower,

Run hot to cold in a quarter of an hour!

 

We kissed goodbye on a midnight bus,

She didn't cry and she didn't fuss,

Am I that one she loves the best,

Or just a cuckoo in another man's nest?

 

An amazon girl lived in Dumfries,

Only had her kids in two's and three's,

She's got a sister in Maryhill,

Says she won't but I think she will!

 

Copyright Dick James Music, Ltd.

 

Index

 


45   JOHN KANAKA

 

Score

 

8 6          6 8        8    -9  -9    8

I thought I heard the old man say

6      -7 7 7    7  7  -7  -7 6
John Kanaka-naka too lie ay

8 6       6 8    8  -9  -9    8
Today, today is a holiday

6      -7 7 7    7  7  -7  -7 6
John Kanaka-naka too lie ay

8     7  9  -10  8   7  -8
Too lie ay, oh, to lie ay

6      -7 7 7    7  7  -7  -7 6
John Kanaka-naka too lie ay

          

We'll work tomorrow but no work today
We'll work tomorrow but no work today

 

We're bound away for 'Frisco Bay
We're bound away at the break of day

 

 

 

 

 

We're bound away 'round Cape Horn
We wish to Christ we'd never been born

 

Oh haul, oh haul, oh haul away
Oh haul away and make your pay

 

And we are Liverpool born and bred
We're strong in the arm but we're thick in the head

 

Index

 


46   HAUL AWAY JOE

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Louis was the king of France
  Before the revolut-i-on


Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe


But then he got his head chopped off
  Which spoiled his constitut-i-on


Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe
(To me) way, haul away
We'll heave and hang together
Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe

 

Once I was in Ireland
  Digging turf and pratties
And now I'm on a Yankee ship
  Hauling on sheets and braces

 

Now when I was a little boy
  And so me mother told me
That if I didn't kiss the girls
  Me lips would all grow mouldy

 

Index

 


47 THE GREY FUNNEL LINE

 

Don't mind the rain or the rolling sea
The weary night never worries me
But the hardest time in a sailor's day
Is to watch the sun as it dies away
Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line

The finest ship that sails the sea
Is still a prison for the likes of me
But give me wings like Noah's dove
I'll fly up harbour to the girl I love
Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line

Oh once my heart was wild and free
Like a flashing spar on the open sea
But now that spar has washed ashore
And come to rest at my true love's door
Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line

Each time I gaze behind the screws
Makes me long for Saint Peter's shoes
I'd dance on down that Walker Shore
And rest in my true love's arms once more
Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line

Oh Lord if dreams were only real
I'd feel my hands on that wooden wheel
And with all my heart I'd turn her round
And tell the boys that we're homeward bound
Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line

I'll pass the time like some machine
Until the waters turn to green
Then I'll dance on down that walk ashore
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more

Index

 

 
48  THE GYPSY ROVER

 

1.The gypsy rover came over the hill

   Down through the valley so shady,

   He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,

   And he won the heart of a lady.

 

Chorus:

   Ah-de-do, ah-de-do-da-day,

   Ah-de-do, ah-de-da-ay

   He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,

   And he won the heart of a lady.

 

2. She left her father's castle gates

   She left her own fine lover

   She left her servants and her state

   To follow the gypsy rover.

 

3. Her father saddled up his fastest steed

   And roamed the valleys all over

   Sought his daughter at great speed

   And the whistling gypsy rover.

 

 

 

 

 

 

4. He came at last to a mansion fine,

   Down by the river Claydee

   And there was music and there was wine,

   For the gypsy and his lady.

 

5. "He is no gypsy, my father" she said

   "But lord of these lands all over,

   And I shall stay 'til my dying day

   With my whistling gypsy rover."

 

Index

 


49   THE GREAT FISHFINGER DISASTER

 Come all you gallant sailorsWho sail across the seaAnd listen to this storyI'm about to tell to theeConcerning those bold fishermenWho sail the seas so wetA hunting for fish-fingersWith a harpoon and a net Twas in the year of 64or was it 63?That we set sail from SolihullBound for AmericeeThe storms they was a-ragingAnd the waves a dreadful sightIt took us forty days, me boysTo reach the Isle Of White Our captain's name was GladysAnd he wore a dress of redWhich might have been the reasonHe was not marriedHe was the gay old sea dogAnd it was his favourite joyTo take a stroll around the deckWith the handsome cabin boy Two hundred miles from IcelandA mighty shoal we spiedMacFisheries Fish-fingersCame a-floating against the tideWe set off in our longboatsBut then our luck we cursedAlas we were too lateThe chinese take-away got there first Those slant-eyed heathens came at usThey was a dreadful crewAll brandishing computersAnd giving it the old Kung-FuWe sang to them a sea shantyBut they did not want to knowTheir skipper felled our mizzen mastWith one Karate blow We came back to old EnglandA twelve months and a dayIt would have been much quicker, butWe took the pretty wayNo more I'll go fish-fingeringOn the frozen arctic shoreNext year I'll hunt beef-burgersOn the plains of Ilkey Moor

Index


50   ROLL ON COLUMBIA ROLL ON

 

Roll on, Columbia, roll on
Roll on, Columbia, roll on
Your power is turning our darkness to dawn
So roll on, Columbia, roll on

Green Douglas firs where the waters cut through
Down her wild mountains and canyons she flew
Canadian Northwest to the oceans so blue
Roll on Columbia, roll on

Other great rivers add power to you
Yakima, Snake, and the Klickitat, too
Sandy Willamette and Hood River too
So roll on, Columbia, roll on

Tom Jefferson's vision would not let him rest
An empire he saw in the Pacific Northwest
Sent Lewis and Clark and they did the rest
So roll on, Columbia, roll on

It's there on your banks that we fought many a fight
Sheridan's boys in the blockhouse that night
They saw us in death but never in flight
So roll on Columbia, roll on

At Bonneville now there are ships in the locks
The waters have risen and cleared all the rocks
Shiploads of plenty will steam past the docks
So roll on, Columbia, roll on

And on up the river is Grand Coulee Dam
The mightiest thing ever built by a man
To run the great factories and water the land
So roll on, Columbia, roll on

These mighty men labored by day and by night
Matching their strength 'gainst the river's wild flight
Through rapids and falls, they won the hard fight
So roll on, Columbia, roll on

Index

 


51   HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN

 

4      -5 -6  6        7    -7    -5   -5   -9    -9   -9    8  7   7

There is  a  house  in  New Orleans, They call the Rising Sun.

 

-9   -9   -9     8   6    7  -7 -5 -5 -5  -5     -5   -5    -5  5   4   5   -5

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I  know  I'm one.

-9    9  -9   8   6  -7 -5   -9       -9    8     7  -7 7

My  mother was a tailor, Sewed  my new blue jeans

 

-9    -9   -9    8  6   -7  -5 -5  -5 6     -5     -5  5 4   5   -5

My   fa-ther was a  gam--bl-in' man,  Down in New Orleans

-9   -9    -9   -9     8   6   7   -6  -6          -9  -9 -9  -9     8     7    7

Now the onl--y   thing a gambler needs,  Is   a  suitcase and a trunk

 

-9   -9    -9  -9  8     6    -7 -5   -5   -5 6   -5  -5    -5 5  4 5   -5

And the   o-nly time he'll be,     Sa-tisfied, is when he's a-ll a drunk

 

-4  -5  -6  6    7     7  -5         -5  -9   -9    -9  8  7     7

Oh mother tell your  children, Not  to do what  I have done.

 

9       -6    6    7  -7  -5 -5 -5 -5     -5  -5    -5    -5  5   4   5   -5

Spend your lives in sin and misery, In the house of the rising sun

-9    -9    -9   8    6     7   -5                 -9   -9     -9     8  7    7

Well I've  got one foot on the platform. The other foot on the train

 

-9   -9  -9   8      6 -7   -5  -5 6     6   -5    -5 -5  4  5  -5

I'm go--in' back to New  Orleans, To wear that ba-ll and chain

 

-9   -9    -9     -9   5-8  6 -7  -5 -5        -9     -9    -9    8  7  7

Well there is   a house in New Orleans, They call  the Rising Sun

 

-9   -9    -9    -9   8    6   -7-9-9-9   6         -5   -5     -5 5  4  5   -5

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,  And God, I kn-ow I'm one

Index


52    BYKER HILL AND WALKER SHORE

[[PASTING TABLES IS NOT SUPPORTED]]

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53   GOOD LUCK TO THE BARLEY MOW  Now here's jolly good luck to the quarter gillGood luck to the Barley MowJolly good luck to the quartergillGood luck to the Barley Mow  Oh, the quarter gill  Fetch in a little drop more  Here's good luck, good luck, good luck to the barley mow Now here's jolly good luck to the half gillGood luck to the Barley MowJolly good luck to the half gillGood luck to the Barley Mow  Oh, the half gill, quarter gill  Fetch in a little drop more  Here's good luck, good luck, good luck to the barley mow Now here's jolly good luck to the gill potGood luck to the Barley MowJolly good luck to the gill potGood luck to the Barley Mow  Oh, the gill pot, half gill, quarter gill  Fetch in a little drop more  Here's good luck, good luck, good luck to the barley mow similarly:  half pint     pint pot     quart pot     half gallon     gallon  half bushel     bushel     half barrel     barrel     bar maid  land lady     land lord     brewery     company

 

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54 GALWAY SHAWL

 

In Oranmore in the County Galway

One pleasant evening in the month of May

I spied a damsel, she was young and handsome

Her beauty fairly took my breath away.

 

She wore no jewels or costly diamonds
No paint or powder, no, none at all
She wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it
And around her shoulders was the Galway shawl.

As we kept on walking, she kept on talking
'Til her father's cottage came into view
Said she "Come in Sir and meet my father
And for to pleas him play 'The Foggy Dew.'"

She wore no jewels or costly diamonds
No paint or powder, no, none at all
She wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it
And around her shoulders was the Galway shawl.

 

I played "The Blackbirt" and "The Stack of Barley"
"Rodney's Glory" and "The Foggy Dew
And she sang each note like an Irish linnet
And the tears flowed in her eyes of blue.

She wore no jewels or costly diamonds
No paint or powder, no, none at all
She wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it
And around her shoulders was the Galway shawl.

'Twas early, early in the morning
I hit the road for old Donegal
Said she "Goodbye Sir" as she cried

and my heart remained with the Galway shawl.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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55 FARMERS TOAST

 

Come all jolly fellows that love to be mellow,
Attend unto me, and sit easy;
A pint when it's quiet, come lads let us try it,
For thinking can drive a man crazy.

By plowing and sowing and reaping and mowing,
King Nature affords me a plenty;
I've a cellar well-stored, and a plentiful board,
And my garden provides every dainty.

I have lawns, I have bowers, I have fields, I have flowers,
And the lark is my morning alarmer.
So you jolly boys, now, here's a health to the plow,
Long life and success to the Farmer.

Let the wealthy and great roll in splendour and state,
I envy them not, I declare it.
For I eat my own hams, my own chickens and lambs,
And I shear my own sheep and I wear it.

 

 

 

Were it not for my seeding you'd get but poor feeding,
I'm sure you would all starve without me.
I'm always content when I've paid my rent,
And I'm happy when friends are about me.

Draw near to my table, my lads if you're able,
Let me hear not one word of complaining.
For the jingling of glasses all music surpasses,
And I love to see bottles a-draining.

For here I am king, I can laugh, drink, or sing,
And let no man appear as a stranger.
But show me the ass who refuses a glass,
And I'll treat him to hay in the manger.

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56 THE GENETICALLY MODIFIED FARMER’S ANTHEM

 

Come all you old diehards, take a trip to my farmyard,

You can ride on the tractor safari,

My old loft full of hay ’s now a barn for soft play,

And the pigs race to win like Ferraris.

 

CHORUS

I grow rape, I grow flax, I keep Ostrich and Yaks,

And the campers go trekking with Llamas,

So bugger the plough, it’s all set aside now,

We’re genetic’ly modified farmers.

 

What the countryside needs, is exotic rare breeds,

Old Spots, Tamworth’s, red squirrels and barn owls,

All I want is a home, where the Alpacas roam,

And the Peacocks and quails are the farm fowls.

 

Well the fox hunting ban’s upset country sports fans, But there’s badgers to cull by the hundred,

Or there’s  country pursuits, like my clay pigeon shoots,

And the paintball park’s government funded.

 

CHORUS

 

 

 

Once where sheep safely grazed, streets of houses are raised,

‘Cos there’s profit in bricks, steel and mortar,

Outline planning permission’s worth more than traditions,

And the lambs have all gone to the slaughter.

 

But my bread’s baked with grain that’s imported from Spain,

And the apples come through Luton Airport,

Built a chemical plant with a big EU grant,

Now I spin my own rayon and export it.

 

CHORUS

 

 

 

Neil Griffiths

Gloucestershire

November 2012

 

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57   WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE

 

    
Where  have  all  the  flow - ers  gone, 

long  time  pas - sing?    
Where  have  all  the  flow - ers  gone, 

long  time  a - go? 
Where  have  all  the  flow - ers  gone? 
Gone  to  young  girls,  ev - ery  one! 
when  will  they  ev - er  learn,

when  will  they  ev - er learn? 

    
Where have all the young girls gone, 


Gone to young men, every one! 

     



 

Where have all the young men gone, 

Gone to soldiers, every one!      

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And where have all the soldiers gone, 

Gone to graveyards, every one! 
     

And where have all the graveyards gone, 
Gone to flowers, every one! 

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58 DANNY BOY

 

5    -5  -6  6       -6   -6     -5  5      -5    5 4  3 
Oh, Danny-boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling 

5      -5    -6   6   -5   5        4   3    4  -3 
from glen to glen and down the mountainside

-2    3   -3       4     -3    4  -5   5 4   -33  3 
The summer's gone and all the roses falling. 

-2    3   -3    4   -5     5    4    3  -3   3 
It's you, it's you must go and I must pine. 

5    -5      -6  6     -6     -6 -5        5  -5  5  4  3 
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow 

5   -5     -6   6  -6    -5        5      3     4    -3 
or when the valley's hushed and white with snow. 

5     5  5   7    -7  -7   6    -5  6 54  3 
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow. 

-2    3 -3    4      -5  5  4    -3    3  3   -3  3 
Oh, Danny-boy. Oh, Danny-boy, I love you so. 

 

        Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are callingFrom glen to glen, and down the mountain sideThe summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadowOr when the valley's hushed and white with snow'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadowOh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And if you come, when all the flowers are dyingAnd I am dead, as dead I well may beYou'll come and find the place where I am lyingAnd kneel and say an "Ave" there for me. And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above meAnd all my dreams will warm and sweeter beIf you'll not fail to tell me that you love meI'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

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  1.      BLOWING IN THE WIND

 

+5  +5+5  -5    +5  -4 +5    +4 -3 +3 

How many roads must a  man  walk down 
+4 +5 +5 +5  -5  +5 -4 +5 
Before  you call him a man? 
 +4  -4  +5 +5 +5  -5  +5  -4  +5   +4 -3 +3 
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail 
+4 +5  +4   -4    -4 +4  -3 
Before she sleeps in the sand? 
 +4  -4  +5 +5 +5  -5   +5   -4   +5    +4 -3 +3 
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly 
+4 +5  +5 +5   -5  +5  -4 +5 
Before they're forever banned? 
+4  -4 -4   +4  -3     -3  +4     +4  -3  +3 
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, 
+4  -4 -4  +4  -3 -3  +3 -3  +3 
The answer is blowin' in the wind. 


Solo : -4 +4 -3 +4 -3 +3 -4 +5 -4 +3 -4 +3 
or :   -4 +4 -3 +4 -3 +3 -4 +4 -4 +3 -4 +3 

How many years can a mountain exist 
Before it's washed to the sea? 
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist 
Before they're allowed to be free? 
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head, 
Pretending he just doesn't see? 
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, 
The answer is blowin' in the wind. 

How many times must a man look up 
Before he can see the sky? 
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have 
Before he can hear people cry? 
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died? 
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, 
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

 

 

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60 LAST THING ON MY MIND

 

It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand.

[Cho:]
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could have loved you better,
Didn't mean to be unkind.
You know that was the last thing on my mind.

You've got reasons a-plenty for goin'.
This I know, this I know.
For the weeds have been steadily growin'.
Please don't go, please don't go.

[Cho:]

As we walk, all my thoughts are a-tumblin',
Round and round, round and round.
Underneath our feet the subways rumblin',
Underground, underground.

[Cho:]

As I lie in my bed in the mornin',
Without you, without you.
Every song in my breast dies a bornin',
Without you, without you.

[Cho:]

  4 -4  5  5   6   6    6   5   -5  5
It`s a lesson too late for the learning
  4  -4   4      -3   -3   3
Made of sand     Made of sand
 4 -4    5   6  6  6   6   6  -5  -5  5
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning
 4  -4   4       -3  -3    3
In your hand     In your hand
CHORUS
-6   6  -7-7  -7-7  6   -6  6    6   6    6
Are you going away with no word of fare-well
-5    -6   6  -6 -5   5   -4    4 -3
Will there be not a trace left behind
 -6  6   6     6    6   -7   6 6   -6-5    5
Well I could have loved you better didn`t mean
 5  5 -5 5
to be unkind
 4    5    5   5   5   5    -4   4  -3  3
You know that was The Last Thing On My Mind

 

 

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61 SHEPHERD’S HEY

 

 

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62    THIRTY FOOT TRAILER

 

The old ways are changing you cannot denyThe day of the traveler's overThere's nowhere to gang and there's nowhere to bideSo farewell to the life of the rover   Goodbye to the tent and the old caravan  Tae the tinker, the rover, the traveling man  And goodbye tae the thirty foot trailer Farewell tae the cant and the traveling tongueFarewell tae the Romany talkingThe buying, the selling, the old fortune tellingThe knock on the door and the hawking You got to move fast to keep up with the timesFor these days a man cannot danderThere's a bylaw to say you maun be on your wayAnd another to say ye can't wander Farewell to the blossom and besoms of broomFarewell tae the creels and the basketsThe folk of today would far rather payFor a thing that is made oot o plastic  The old ways are passing and soon will be goneAnd progress is aye a big factorIts sent to afflict us and when they evict usThey tow us away wi a tractor Farewell tae the pony, the cob, and the mareThe reins and the harness are idleYou don't need a strap when you're breaking up scrapSo farewell tae the bit and the bridle Farewell tae the fields where we've sweated and toiledAt pulling and hauling and liftingThey'll soon have machines and the traveling queensAnd their menfolk had better be shifting

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63 BURNING BRIDGES (KELLY’S HEROS)

 

5          5   5     5  -5     5
Friends all tried to warn me


-4  4  -4   -4   -4     5  -5
But I held my head up high


-4  -4  -4    -4     5         -4
All the time they warned me


4   -3 4 4  4        -4      5     
But I only passed them by


5       5  5     5   -5   5
They all tried to tell me


-4  4 -4     -4 -4 5  -5
But I guess I didn't care


-4 -4    -4  -4   -4
I turned my back and


5     -4      4   -3    4
Left them standing there



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

5   5   5    5     6   6
All the burning bridges


6    5    -4 -4  -4  5 -5
that have fallen after me


-4  -4  -4 -4  6   6  
All the lonely feelings


6     -5  5   5     5   -5  6
and the burning memories


-5 -5 -5    6 -6   -6  -6 -5   5      5 5        -5  6
Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door


-4  -4    -4  -4   5    -4 4-3   4
Burning bridges lost forever more


-4  -4    -4  -4    5    -4 4-3  4
Burning bridges lost forever more

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64 AULD LANG SYNE

 

 

 

   5       6    6   6       7        -7  6  -7
Should auld ac-quain-tence be for-got,

 7    6     6  7          8  -9
And nev-er brought to mind?

  -9      8      7  7       6      -7  6  -7
Should auld ac-quain-tence be for-got,

 7    6     -5  -5    5    6
And days of auld lang syne?

-9   8 7    7 6   -7      6  -7
For au-ld la-ng syne, my dear,

-9   8  7   7 8   -9
For au-ld la-ng syne,

-9     8     7  7   6  -7    6      -7
We'll take a cup o' kind-ness yet,

7 -7  6-5  -5 5   6
Fo-r au-ld la-ng syne.

 

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ lang syne!

Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu’d the gowans fine,
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot
Sin’ auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’t in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine,
And we’ll tak a right guid willie-waught
For auld lang syne!

And surely ye’ll be your pint’ stoup,
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

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65 THE PARTING GLASS

 

 

 

Of all the money that e'er I had
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all



Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A man may drink and not be drunk
A man may fight and not be slain
A man may court a pretty girl
And perhaps be welcomed back again
But since it has so ought to be
By a time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all

 

Index

 


66 THE SPANISH LADY

 

5  5   5     5     -5 -6   6   6  6  -7 7 -8  -7   7   
As I went down to_  Dub-lin Ci-ty,_ At the hour

6   -5       5   5
of twelve at night,

 5     5        5  5  -5   -6  6  6      6 -7 7  -8  -7
Who should I see but a Spa-nish la - dy wa-shing

 -7  7    6   -5  5    5
her feet by can-dle-light.

  7    8    8      7   -7    6      6   -7      7        -8 
First she washed them then she dried them_ over

-7 7   6  -5  5    5
a fire of am-ber coal,


 5  5   5   5  -5  6    6    6 -7  7  -8  -7   
In all my life I ne'er did see_  a maid so_ 

7       6 -5     5   5
sweet a-bout the soul.



5         5   5   5   -5   6  6   6  -7 7    -8   -7  
Whack fol the too-ra loo-ra lad- dy,  Whack fol 

-7   7   6  -5   5   5
the too-ra-loo-ra-lay.

5         5   5   5   -5   6   6  6 -7 7    -8       -7  
Whack fol the too-ra loo-ra lad- dy,  Whack fol 

-7   7   6  -5   5  5
the too-ra-loo-ra-lay.

 

Index

 


As I came back through Dublin City
At the hour of half past eight
Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
Brushing her hair in the broad daylight

First she brushed it, then she tossed it
On her lap was a silver comb
In all me life I ne'er did see
A maid so fair since I did roam

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye

As I returned to Dublin City
As the sun began to set
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady
Catching a moth, in a golden net

First she saw me, then she fled me
Lifted her petticoats o'er her knee
In all me life I ne'er did see
A maid so fair as the Spanish lady

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye

I've wandered north and I have wonder south
Through Stoney Barter and Patrick's close
Up and around, by the Gloucester Diamond
And back by Napper Tandys' house

Auld age has laid her hands on me
Cold as a fire of ashy coals
But there is the love of me Spanish lady
A maid so sweet about the soul

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye

 

Index

 


67      SPEED THE PLOUGH Index

 


68  SALLY GARDENS

 

It was down by the Sal-ly__ Gar-dens my_ love  and_ I did meet.

She__ passed the__ Sal-ly__ Gar-dens with__  lit-tle__ snow white feet.

She bid me__ take love__ ea_sy,__ as the leaves  grow__ on__ the__ tree

but__ I was_young and__  fool-ish and with her did__ not a-gree.

 

 

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69 GALWAY GIRL

 

7 7     6 6       6       6    7    8    -9
I took a stroll down the old long walk

 

6   6    6    6 7  8 -9
Of the day I-ay-I-ay

 

7 7    7  7 7    7    6   -7   7           6  6
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk

 

6   6 6        6     -7   -7 6
On a grand soft day I-ay

9     9 9   8     8           7       7  -8    8  7
And I ask you friends, whats a fella to do?

 

6   6      -7    7     7     7       6    -7    7     6        6
Because her hair was black and her eyes were blue 

 

9    9 9       8      8       7   7   -8      8 7
And I knew right then, I'd be takin a whirl

 

6       -7    7  7       7      6    -7  7  6     6
Down the Salthill Prom with a Galway Girl

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70 ROLLING DOWN TO OLD MAUI

 

It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife
We whalermen undergo.
And we don't give a damn when the gale is done
How hard the winds did blow.
For we're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
With a good ship, taut and free
And we don't give a damn when we drink our rum
With the girls of Old Maui.

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui.

Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Through the ice and wind and rain.
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands
We soon shall see again.
Six hellish months have passed away
On the cold Kamchatka Sea,
But now we're bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui.

chorus


 

 

 

 

 

 

Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Towards our island home.
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done,
And we ain't got far to roam.
Our stu'n's'l bones/booms is carried away
What care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us,
Thank God we're homeward bound.

chorus

How soft the breeze through the island trees,
Now the ice is far astern.
Them native maids, them tropical glades
Is a-waiting our return.
Even now their big brown eyes look out
Hoping some fine day to see
Our baggy sails runnin' 'fore the gales
Rolling down to old Maui.

chorus
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71 COME BY THE HILLS

Buachaill ón Eirne mé's bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg
Né iarfainn bó spré léithe tá mé saibhir go leor 'S liom
Corcaigh a mhéid e , dhá thaobh a ghleanna's Tír Eoghain
'S mur n-athraí mé béasaí 's mé n' t-oibhr ar Chontae
Mhaigh Eo

Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free.
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea,
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun;
And the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

Come by the hills to the land where life is a song.
And stand where the birds fill the air with their joy all day long,
Where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune;
And, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

Come by the hills to the land where legend remains.
The stories of old, fill the heart and may yet come again,
Where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won;
And, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

And, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

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72 SPANISH LADIES

Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain
For it's we've received orders for to sail for old England
But we hope very soon we shall see you again

CHORUS
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues

We hove our ship to with the wind at sou'west, boys
We hove our ship to, our soundings to see
So we rounded and sounded; got forty-five fathoms
We squared our main yard and up channel steered we

Now the first land we made it is called the Deadman
Next Ram Head off Plymouth, off Portland the Wight
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness
Till we came abreast of the South Foreland Light

 

 

 

Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor
All in the Downs that night for to lie
Then it's stand by your stoppers, see clear your shank-painters,
Haul all your clew garnets, let tacks and sheets fly

Now let every man toss off a full bumper
And let every man drink off a full glass
And we'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy
Singing, here's a good health to each true-hearted lass

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73   WORKING MAN

It's a working man I am
And I've been down underground
And I swear to God
If I ever see the sun

Oh for any length of time
I can hold it in my mind
I never again
Will go down underground

At the age of sixteen years
Oh he quarrels with his peers
He vowed they'd never
See another one

In the dark recess of the mine
Where you age before your time
And the coal dust lies heavy
On your lungs

It's a working man I am
And I've been down underground
And I swear to God
If I ever see the sun

 

Oh for any length of time
I can hold it in my mind
I never again
Will go down underground

At the age of sixty four
He will greet you at the door
And he will gently lead you
By the arm


Through the dark recess of the mine
He will take you back in time
And he'll tell you of
The hardships that were had

It's a working man I am
And I've been down underground
And I swear to God
If I ever see the sun

Oh for any length of time
I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down underground

I never again will go down underground

 

Index


74   JOCK STUART –

MAN YOU DON'T MEET EVERY DAY

Now my name is Jock Stewart,
I'm a canny gaun man,
And a roving young fellow I've been.

Chorus:
So be easy and free,
When you're drinkin' wi' me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.

I have acres of land,
I have men at command,
I have always a shilling to spare.

Chorus

Now, I took out my gun,
With my dog for to shoot
Along by the banks of the Spey.

Chorus

So. come fill up your glasses
Of brandy and wine,
And whatever the cost, I will pay.

Chorus

 

 

 

D   E   F#   A   F#   E   D   E   F#   D   C#   B

 

B   C#   D   A   F#   E   D   E   F#

 

 

D   E   F#   A   F#   E   D   E   F#   D   C#   B

 

D   C#   D   A   F#   E   D   E   D

 

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75   NAVIGATOR

 

The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts,
They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts
They never drank water but whiskey by pints
And the shanty towns rang with their songs and their fights.

Navigator, Navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and there's work to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight.

They died in their hundreds with no sign to mark where
Save the brass in the pocket of the entrepreneur.
By landslide and rockblast they got buried so deep
That in death if not life they'll have peace while they sleep.

Navigator, Navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and there's work to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight.

Their mark on this land is still seen and still laid
The way for a commerce where vast fortunes were made
The supply of an Empire where the sun never set
Which is now deep in darkness, but the railway's there yet.

Navigator, Navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and there's work to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight.

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76   RATTLIN BOG

Chorus:
oh,row, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
The rare bog the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.

Well in the bog there was a hole,
A rare hole a rattlin' hole,
And the hole in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.

Chorus

Well in that hole there was a tree,
A rare tree and a rattlin' tree,
And the tree in the hole,
And the hole in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.

Chorus

 

 

 

 

 

On that tree there was a branch,
A rare branch and a rattlin' branch,
And the branch on the tree,
And the tree in the hole,
And the hole in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.

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Index

 


77     THE BRIDGE OF TOOME

 

O see the fleet-foot host of men, who march with faces drawn,

From farmstead and from fishers' cot, along the banks of Ban;

They come with vengeance in their eyes. Too late! Too late are they,

For young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

 

Oh Ireland, Mother Ireland, you love them still the best

The fearless brave who fighting fall upon your hapless breast,

But never a one of all your dead more bravely fell in fray,

Than he who marches to his fate on the bridge of Toome today.

 

Up the narrow street he stepped, so smiling, proud and young.

About the hemp-rope on his neck, the golden ringlets clung;

There's ne'er a tear in his blue eyes, fearless and brave are they,

As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

 

When last this narrow street he trod, his shining pike in hand

Behind him marched, in grim array, a earnest stalwart band.

To Antrim town! To Antrim town, he led them to the fray,

But young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

 

The grey coat and its sash of green were brave and stainless then,

A banner flashed beneath the sun over the marching men;

The coat hath many a rent this noon, the sash is torn away,

And Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

 

Oh, how his pike flashed in the sun! Then found a foeman's heart,

Through furious fight, and heavy odds he bore a true man's part

And many a red-coat bit the dust before his keen pike-play,

But Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

 

There's never a one of all your dead more bravely died in fray

Than he who marches to his fate in Toomebridge town today;

True to the last! True to the last, he treads the upwards way,

And young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

 

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78 CARRICKFERGUS

I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrand
I would swim over the deepest ocean
Only for nights in Ballygrand
But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
And neither have I the wings to fly
I wish I had a handsome boatsman
To ferry me over my love and I

(This verse is only sung on the "40 years "cd)
My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy times there spent so long ago
My boyhood friends and my own relations
Have all past on now with the melting snow
So I'll spend my days in this endless roving
Soft is the grass and shore, my bed is free
Oh to be home now in carrickfergus
On the long rode down to the salty sea


 

 

 

 

Now in Kilkenny it is reported
On marble stone there as black as ink
With gold and silver I would support her
But I'll sing no more now til I get a drink
Cause I'm drunk today and I'm seldom sober
A handsome rover from town to town
Ah but I'm sick now my days are numbered
Come all me young men and lay me down
Come all me young men and lay me down.

 

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79 IRISH ROVER

Well on the Fourth of July 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New York
'twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged for and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
And they called her the Irish Rover

Well we had one million bags of the best Sligo rags,
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million bails of old nanny-goats' tails,
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs, and six million dogs,
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover

Well we had Barney Mcgee from the banks of the Lee,
We had Hogan from County Tyrone
And we had Jimmy Mcgurk who was scared stiff of work
And a lad from Westmeath called Malone
O we had Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mike Mccann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper on the Irish Rover

Well a sailor he longs for a better life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
And he longs for the shore and a charming young whore
Who'll make all his troubles away
All the noise and the rout
All the whiskey and stout
The fighting it's never over
Of the love of a maid he is never afraid
It's all for the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost it's way in the fog
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two,
Just meself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock,
Oh Lord! What a shock,
The bulkhead was turned right over
Well it turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned
Well I'm the last of the Irish Rover!

 

Index

 


  1. WHEN ALL MEN SING

 

  When snow transforms the hedgerow thorn And frost engilds the berry Good men and true the firelogs hew And in the inns make merry When singing all as with one voice It seems the very walls rejoice And merriment about does spring When all men sing. Chorus:       Let every man so pitch his songTo help his neighbor sing alongTo each and all contentment bringWhen all men sing.  When lambs are seen and trees spring green Come forth in bloom the daisies For winters end our thanks we'll send At Easter-time sing praises Then with a will, yea one accord We'll raise our voices to the Lord And praise above our heavenly King When all men sing.  When in the fields his scythe he wields Then hear his summer sound As man and boy their lungs employ The songs they echo round Rebound from hill and roof and spire Starting lowly building higher So surely then his scythe will swing When all men sing. When leaves they fall from elm tree tall Then every back must bend As young and old with courage bold Their efforts they expend Ensuring autumn's gifts are stored Afore cold winter winds is blowed Then comes and end to foraging When all men sing.  Here's songs in season every year Some voices sweet with others strong Gently round ascending With harmonies a-blending In unison pours forth the song Uplifting beams of Inn or Hall And shaking plaster from the wall When all men sing.

 

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81 RARE OULD TIMES

Raised on songs & stories, heroes of renown
The passing tales & glories that once was Dublin town
The hallowed halls & houses,the haunting childrens' rhymes
That once was Dublin city in the rare ould times

[Chorus:]
Ring a ring a rosie, as the light declines
I remember Dublin city in the rare ould times

My name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be
Born hard & late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be
By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy
Like my house that fell to progress, my trade's a memory

& I courted Peggy Dignan, as pretty as you please
A rogue & a child of Mary, from the rebel liberties
I lost her to a student chap with a skin as black as coal
When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul

[Chorus]

The years have made me bitter, the gargle dims me brain
'Cause Dublin keeps on changing & nothing seems the same
The Pillar & the Met have gone, the Royal long since pulled down
As the great unyielding concrete makes a city of my town

[Chorus]

Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay
& watch the new glass cages, that spring up along the quay
My mind's too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes
I'm part of what was Dublin in the rare ould times

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82  the Carnival Is Over

Say goodbye my own true lover
As we sing a lovers song
How it breaks my heart to leave you
Now the carnival is gone

High above the dawn is waiting
And my tears are falling rain
For the carnival is over
We may never meet again

Like a drum, my heart was beating
And your kiss was sweet as wine
But the joys of love are fleeting
For Pierrot and Columbine

Now the harbour light is calling
This will be our last goodbye
Though the carnival is over
I will love you till I die

Like a drum, my heart was beating
And your kiss was sweet as wine
But the joys of love are fleeting
For Pierrot and Columbine


 

 

Now the harbour light is calling
This will be our last goodbye
Though the carnival is over
I will love you till I die
Though the carnival is over
I will love you till I die 

Index


  1. HEARTS OF OAK

 

Come cheer up, my lads! 'tis to glory we steer,
To add something more to this wonderful year;
To honour we call you, not press you like slaves,
For who are so free as the sons of the waves?

Chorus

Hearts of oak are our ships, heart of oak are our men;
We always are ready, steady, boys, steady!
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.


We ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay,
They never see us but they wish us away;
If they run, why we follow, and run them ashore,
For if they won't fight us, we cannot do more.

Chorus


 

 

 

 

 

 

They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes,
They frighten our women, our children, and beaus;
But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er,
Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore.

Chorus

We'll still make them fear, and we'll still make them flee,
And drub 'em on shore, as we've drubb'd 'em at sea;
Then cheer up, my lads! with one heart let us sing:
Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen and Queen.

Chorus

 

Index

 


84     THE TARPAULIN JACKET

 

A tall stalwart lancer lay dying,

And as on his deathbed he lay,

To his friends who around him were sighing,

These last dying words he did say:

 

cho: Wrap me up in my tarpaulin jacket

And say a poor buffer lies low;

And six stalwart lancers shall carry me

With steps solemn, mournful and slow.

 

Had I the wings of a little dove,

Far far away would I fly; I'd fly

Straight for the arms of my true love

And there I would lay me and die.

 

Then get you two little white tombstones

Put them one at my head and my toe, my toe,

And get you a penknife and scratch there:

"Here lies a poor buffer below."

 

And get you six brandies and sodas,

And set them all out in a row, a row,

And get you six jolly good fellows

To drink to this buffer below.

 

 

 

 

And then in the calm of the twilight

When the soft winds are whispering low, so low,

And the darkening shadows are falling,

Sometimes think of this buffer below.

Index

 


85   THE ASH GROVE

Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander,
When twilight is fading, I pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash grove.

'Twas there while the blackbird was joyfully singing,
I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart;
Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing,
Ah! then little thought I how soon we should part.

Still grows the bright sunshine o'er valley and mountain,
Still warbles the blackbird his note from the tree;
Still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain,
But what are the beauties of nature to me.


 

With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden,
All day I go mourning in search of my love.
Ye echoes, O tell me, where is the sweet maiden?
She sleeps 'neath the green turf down by the Ash grove.

 

Index

 


86 FAREWELL TO CARLINGFORD

 

When I was young and in my prime
And could wander wild and free
There was always a longing in my mind
To follow the call of the sea


Chorus

So I'll sing farewell to Carlingford
And farewell to Greenore
And I'll think of you both day and night
Until I return once more, till I return once more

On all of the stormy seven seas
I have sailed before the mast
And on every voyage I ever made
I swore it would be my last


Now, I had a girl called Mary Doyle
And she lived in Greenore
Nd the foremost thought that was in her mind
Was to keep me safe on shore

Now, the landsman's life is all his own
He can go or he can stay
But when the sea gets in your blood
When she calls you must obey


So I'll sing farewell to Carlingford
And farewell to Greenore
And I'll think of you both day and night
Untill I return once more, until I return once more

 

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Index

 


  1. SKY BOAT SONG

 

Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing

Onward, the sailors cry!

Carry the lad that’s born to be King

Over the sea to Skye.

 

 

Loud the winds cry, loud the waves roar,

Thunderclaps rend the air.

Baffled our foes stand by the shore.

Follow they will not dare

 

 

Many's the lad fought on that day

Well the claymore could wield,

When the night came silently lay

Dead on Culloden’s field.

 

 

 

 

 

Burned are our homes, exile and death

Scatter the loyal men.

Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath

Scotland will rise again!

 

Index

 



88 BARWICK GREEN

 

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89   WAGGONWHEEL

 

B     B       B         A         B   A    B        A  A      G 

Headed down south to the land of the pines

 

A      G      B     B        B      A     A G   A         G   G  G 

And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline

D    E     G-   G     D       E       G   D      B A     B      G

Starin' up the road Pray to God I see headlights

I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh
I can see my baby tonight

CHORUS
E     G      G    G  G       G     G  A  A       A

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel

B      B   B   A    A G  A      G     G
Rock me mama any way you feel

G F# F# G  F#   E
Hey   mama rock me

G        G     G  G      G     G     A        A      A     A
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain

B      B   B   A    A G  A      G     G
Rock me mama like a south-bound train

G F# F# G   F#   E
Hey   mama rock me


Runnin' from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband
My baby plays the guitar
I pick a banjo now

Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now
Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave
But I ain't a turnin' back
To livin' that old life no more

CHORUS


Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly
Had a nice long toke
But he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee

And I gotta get a move on before for the sun
I hear my baby callin' my name
And I know that she's the only one
And if I die in Raleigh
At least I will die free

CHORUS

 

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90 THE KEEPER

The keeper did a hunting go
Under his cloak he carried a bow
All for to shoot, a merry little doe
Among the leaves so green, oh

CHORUS

Jacky boy
(Master)

Fare thee well
(Very well)

Hey, down, ho, down, derry, derry down
Among the leaves so green, oh

To my hey down down, to my ho down down
Hey, down, ho, down, derry, derry down
Among the leaves so green, oh

The first doe she did cross the plain
The keeper fetched her back again
Where she's now she may remain
Among the leaves so green, oh

CHORUS

The next doe, she did cross the brook
The keeper fetched her back with his hook
Where she's now you may go and look
Among the leaves so green, oh

CHORUS

The keeper did a hunting go
In the woods he caught the doe
She looked so sad that he had to let her go
Among the leaves so green, oh

CHORUSIndex


91 ONE MISTY MOISTY MORNING One misty moisty morning, when cloudy was the weather,I met a withered old man a-clothed all in leather,He was clothed all in leather with a cap beneath his chin, singin':          "How d' you do and how d' you do and how d' you do again"  This rustic was a treasure as on his way he hideAnd with a leather bottle fast buckled by his sideHe wore no shirt upon his back with wool unto his skin, singin':  I went a little further and there I met a maidA-goin' a-milking, milkin's o'er she saidThen I began to compliment and she began to sing, sayin':  This maid, her name was Dolly, clothed in a gown of greyI being somewhat jolly, persuaded her to stayAnd straight I fell a-courting her in hopes her love to win, singin':   

Index

 I having time and leisure, I spent a vacant hourA-telling of my treasure while sitting in the bowerAnd the in kind embraces I strolled her double chin, singin':  I said that I would married be and she would be my brideAnd along we should not tarry in twenty things besideI'll plough and sow and reap and mow and you shall sit and spin, singin':  Her parents then consented, all parties were agreedHer portion thirty shillings, we married were with speedThen Will, the piper, he did play, while others dance and sing, sayin':  Then lusty rovin' robin with many damsels gayTo drive and roam to dawning to celebrate the dayAnd when they met together, their caps they off did fling, sayin':

 
92   DRINK UP THY ZIDER

Drink up your cider George, pass us round the mug!
Drink up your cider George, your garden's ver' nigh dug
Your cheeks been gettin' redder from Charterhouse to Cheddar
And there's still more cider in the jug!


Chorus: Drink up thy zider, drink up thy zider,
For tonight we'll merry be,
We'll knock the milkchurns over, and roll 'em in the clover,
The corn's half cut, and so be we!


Drink up your cider George, and get up off the mat
Drink up your cider George, put on thy Sunday hat
'Cos we're off to Barrow Gurney for to see my brother Ernie,
And there's still more cider in the vat!


Repeat Chorus



Drink up thy cider George, it's time you had a rest,
Drink up your cider George, the finest ever pressed
There ain't nothin' like good cider for to make your smile grow wider,
And there's still more cider way down west!


Repeat Chorus (three times)

 

Index

 


93   OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY

 

Here's forty shillings on the drum

To those who volunteer to come,

To 'list and fight the foe today

Over the Hills and far away.

 

Chorus

O'er the hills and o'er the main

Through Flanders, Portugal and Spain.

King George commands and we obey

Over the hills and far away.

 

Then fall in lads behind the drum

With colours blazing like the sun.

Along the road to come what may

Over the hills and far away.

 

If I should fall to rise no more,

As many comrades did before,

Ask the pipes and drums to play

Over the hills and far away.

 

When Evil stalks upon the land

I'll neither hold nor stay me hand

But fight to win a better day,

Over the hills and far away.

 

Through smoke and fire and shot and shell,

And to the very walls of hell,

But we shall stand and we shall stay

Over the hills and far away

 

Though I may travel far from Spain

A part of me shall still remain,

And you are with me night and day

and Over the hills and far away.

 

 

Let kings and tyrants come and go,

I'll stand adjudged by what I know.

A soldiers life I'll ne'er gainsay.

Over the hills and far away.

 

Though kings and tyrants come and go

A soldier's life is all I know

I'll live to fight another day

Over the hills and far away.

 

 

D G B. G B. G E E  

 

D G B. G B. C. D. A

 

D G B. G B. G E C.

 

D C B  D B. D. A

 

 

D. C. B. A G E E

 

C. D. C. B. D. E. G. A

 

B. D. C. B. A G E C.

 

D C B D B. D. A

Index


1       STAR OF THE COUNTY DOWN

2       SHOALS OF HERRING

3       THE FIELDS OF ATHENRY

4       MOLLY MALONE

5       WILD ROVER
6       LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL

7       FIDDLERS GREEN

8       CLEMENTINE

9       THE LAST HOUSE ON OUR STREET

10     DIRTY OLD TOWN

11     STREETS OF YOUR TOWN

12     LONG, LONG TRAIL A-WINDING

13     SLOOP JOHN B

14     COUNTRY ROADS

15     SAILING

16     MICHAEL ROW THE BOAT

17     THREE SCORE AND TEN

18     THE BLACK VELVET BAND

19     MARTIN SAID TO HIS MAN

20     WHISKEY IN THE JAR

21     THE BLACKSMITHS SON

22     MESSING ABOUT ON THE RIVER

23     GREEN FIELDS OF FRANCE

23A   GREEN FIELDS OF FRANCE REPLY

24     DRUNKEN SAILOR

25     RICKETY TICKETY TIN

26     BANKS OF THE OHIO

27     BIRMINGHAM LADS

28     THE LAST FAREWELL

29     PUB WITH NO BEER

30     BRITISH GRENADIERS

31     THE VOYAGE

32     RIDE ON

33     FAIRYTAIL OF NEW YORK

34     WORRIED MAN BLUES

35     OH SUSANNA

36     PACK UP YOPUR TROUBLES

37     TIPPERARY

38     KEEP THE HOME FIRES BURNING

39     ANTHEM OF THE ANCIENT BRITTONS

40     WALTZING MATILDA

41     LEAVE HER JOHNNY LEAVE HER

42     SOUTH AUSTRALIA

43     LIVERPOOL JUDIES

44     CHICKEN ON A RAFT

45     JOHN KANAKA

46     HAUL AWAY JOE

47     THE GREY FUNNEL LINE

48     GYPSY ROVER

49     GREAT FISHFINGER DISASTER

50     ROLL ON COLUMBIA ROLL ON

51     HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN

52     BYKER HILL

53     GOOD LUCK TO THE BARLY MOW

54     GALWAY SHAWL

55     FARMERS TOAST

56     GENETICALLY MODIFIED FARMER

57     WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE

58     DANNY BOY

59     BLOWING IN THE WIND

60     LAST THING ON MY MIND

61     SHEPHERD’S HEY

62     THIRTY FOOT TRAILER

63     BURNING BRIDGES

64     AULD LANG SYNE

65     THE PARTING GLASS

66     THE SPANISH LADY

67     SPEED THE PLOUGH

68     SALLY GARDENS

69     GALWAY GIRL

70     OLD MAUI

71     COME BY THE HILLS

72     FAIR SPANISH LADIES

73     WORKING MAN

74     JOCK STEWART

75     NAVIGATOR

76     RATTLIN BOG

77     BRIDGE OF TOOME

78     CARRICKFERGUS

79     IRISH ROVER

80     WHEN ALL MEN SING

81     RARE OULD TIMES

82     CARNIVAL IS OVER

83     HEARTS OF OAK

84     TARPAULIN JACKET

85     THE ASHGROVE

86     FAREWELL TO CARLINGFORD

87     SKY BOAT SONG

88     BARWICK GREEN

89     WAGGONWHEEL

90     THE KEEPER

91     ONE MISTY MOISTY MORNING

92     DRINK UP THY ZIDER

93     OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY