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Peggy Gordon

Chorus
O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling
Come sit you down upon my knee
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee


I am so deep in love that I can't deny it
My heart lies smothered in my breast
But it's not for you to let the whole world know it
A troubled mind can find no rest

Chorus
O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling
Come sit you down upon my knee
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee


I leaned myself on a cask of brandy
It was my fancy, I do declare
For when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
Wishing Peggy Gordon was there

Chorus
O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling
Come sit you down upon my knee
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee


I wished I was in a lonesome valley
Where womankind cannot be found
And the pretty little birds do change their voices
And every moment a different sound

Chorus
O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling
Come sit you down upon my knee
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee


I wish I was away in Ingo
Far away across the briny sea
Sailing over deepest waters
Where love nor care never trouble me

Chorus
O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling
Come sit you down upon my knee
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee

I Know My Love

I know my love by his way of walking
And I know my love by his way of talking
And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?

Chorus:
And still she cried, I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure can know no rest
And still she cried, bonny boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?


There is a dance house in maradyke
And there my true love goes every night
He takes a strange girl upon his knee
Well now dont you think that that vexes me?

Chorus
And still she cried, I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure can know no rest
And still she cried, bonny boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?


If my love knew I can wash and wring
If my love knew I can sew and spin
Id make a coat of the finest kind
But the want of money sure leaves me behind

Chorus
And still she cried, I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure can know no rest
And still she cried, bonny boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?


I know my love is an arrant rover
I know hell wander the wild world over
In dear old ireland hell no longer tarry
An american girl hes sure to marry

Chorus
And still she cried, I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure can know no rest
And still she cried, bonny boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?

I'm A Rover And Seldom Sober

Chorus:
I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree
It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company


Though the night be as dark as dungeon, not a star can be seen above
I will be guided without a stumble, into the arms of my own true love

Chorus:
I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree
It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company


He stepped up to her bedroom window, kneeling gently upon a stone
He whispers through her bedroom window, my darling dear do you lie alone

Chorus:
I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree
It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company


It's only me your own true lover, open the door and let me in
For I have come on a long nights journey and I'm near drenched to the skin

Chorus:
I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree
It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company


She opened the door with the greatest pleasure, she opened the door and she let him in
They both shook hands and embraced each other, until the morning they lay as one

Chorus:
I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree
It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company


Says I: My love I must go and leave you, to climb the hills they are far above
But I will climb with the greatest pleasure, since I've been in the arms of my love

Chorus:
I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree
It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company

The Black Velvet Band

In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprenticed to trade I was bound
And many an hour's sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town.
Till bad misfortune came o'er me
That caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band.

Chorus:
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band.


Well, I was out strolling one evening
Not meaning to go very far
When I met with a pretty young damsel
Who was selling her trade in the bar.
When I watched, she took from a customer
And slipped it right into my hand
Then the Watch came and put me in prison
Bad luck to the black velvet band.

Chorus:
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band.


Next morning before judge and jury
For a trial I had to appear
And the judge, he said, "You young fellow
The case against you is quite clear
And seven long years is your sentence
You're going to Van Dieman's Land
Far away from your friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band."

Chorus:
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band.


So come all you jolly young fellows
I'd have you take warning by me
Whenever you're out on the liquor, me lads,
Beware of the pretty colleen.
She'll fill you with whiskey and porter
Until you're not able to stand
And the very next thing that you'll know, me lads,
You're landed in Van Dieman's Land.

Chorus:
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band.

What Shall We Do With The Drunken Sailor



What'll we do with a drunken sailor,
What'll we do with a drunken sailor,
What'll we do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-aye in the morning?

Chorus:
Way hay and up she rises
Patent blocks o' diff'rent sizes,
Way hay and up she rises
Earl-aye in the morning

1. Sling him in the long boat till he's sober,
2. Keep him there and make 'im bale 'er.
3. Pull out the plug and wet him all over,
4. Take 'im and shake 'im, try an' wake 'im.
5. Trice him up in a runnin' bowline.
6. Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end.
7. Give 'im a dose of salt and water.
8. Stick on 'is back a mustard plaster.
9. Shave his belly with a rusty razor.
10. Send him up the crow's nest till he falls down,
11. Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under,
12. Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him.
13. Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts flippers.
14. Put him in the guard room till he's sober.
15. Put him in bed with the captain's daughter*).
16. Take the Baby and call it Bo'sun.
17. Turn him over and drive him windward.
18. Put him in the scuffs until the horse bites on him.
19. Heave him by the leg and with a rung console him.

All 'Round My Hat

Chorus:
All around my hat
I will wear the green willow
And all around my hat
For a twelve month and a day
And if anyone should ask me
The reason why I'm wearing it
It's all for my true love
Who's far far away


Fare thee well cold winter
And fare thee well cold frost
Nothing have I gained
But my own true love I've lost
I'll sing and I'll be merry
When on occasion I do see
She's a false deluded young girl
Let here go farewell she

Chorus
And all around my hat
I will wear the green willow
And all around my hat
For a twelve month and a day
And if anyone should ask me
The reason why I'm wearing it
It's all for my true love
Who's far far away


The other night she brought me
A fine diamond ring but,
She thought to have deprived me
Of a far better thing
But I being careful
As lovers ought to be
She's a false deluded young girl
Let her go farewell she

Chorus
And all around my hat
I will wear the green willow
And all around my hat
For a twelve month and a day
And if anyone should ask me
The reason why I'm wearing it
It's all for my true love
Who's far far away

All around my hat
I will wear the green willow
And all around my hat
For a twelve month and a day
And if anyone should ask me
The reason why I'm wearing it
It's all for my true love
Who's far far away

Down By The Sally Gardens

It was down by the Slly Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.

In a field down by the river, my love and I did stand
And on my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy , as the grass grows on the weirs
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.

From Clare To Here

There's four who share this room as we work hard for the craic
And sleeping late on Sundays I never get to Mass

Chorus:
It's a long way from Clare to here
It's a long way from Clare to here
It's a long, long way, it grows further by the day
It's a long way from Clare to here


When Friday comes around Terry's only into fighting
My ma would like a letter home but I'm too tired for writing

Chorus:
It's a long way from Clare to here
It's a long way from Clare to here
It's a long, long way, it grows further by the day
It's a long way from Clare to here


It almost breaks my heart when I think of Josephine
I told her I'd be coming home with my pockets full of green

Chorus:
It's a long way from Clare to here
It's a long way from Clare to here
It's a long, long way, it grows further by the day
It's a long way from Clare to here


And the only time I feel alright is when I'm into drinking
It sort of eases the pain of it and levels out my thinking

Chorus:
It's a long way from Clare to here
It's a long way from Clare to here
It's a long, long way, it grows further by the day
It's a long way from Clare to here


I sometimes hear a fiddle play or maybe it's a notion
I dream I see white horses dance upon that other ocean

Chorus:
It's a long way from Clare to here
It's a long way from Clare to here
It's a long, long way, it grows further by the day
It's a long way from Clare to here

It's a long, long way from Clare to here.

The Rare 'Oul Times

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

Chorus:
Ring a ring a rosey, 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 and 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

Chorus:
Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times


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

Chorus:
Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times


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

Chorus:
Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times


Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay
And 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

Chorus:
Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times


Chorus:
Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times

The Fields Of Athenray

By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
Micheal they are taking you away
For you stole Trevelyn's corn
So the 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
It's 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:
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
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.


By a lonely harbor 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:
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
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

The Old Triangle

A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing
And the mice were squealing
In my prison cell

Chorus:
And the old triangle
Went jingle jangle
All along the banks
Of the Royal Canal


To begin the morning
The warder's bawling
"Get out of bed
And clean up your cell"

Chorus:
And the old triangle
Went jingle jangle
All along the banks
Of the Royal Canal


On a fine spring evening
The lag lay dreaming
The seagulls wheeling
High above the wall

Chorus:
And the old triangle
Went jingle jangle
All along the banks
Of the Royal Canal


The screw was peeping
The lag was sleeping
While he lay weeping
For his girl Sal

Chorus:
And the old triangle
Went jingle jangle
All along the banks
Of the Royal Canal


In the female prison
There are seventy women
I wish it was with them
That I did dwell

Chorus:
And the old triangle
Went jingle jangle
All along the banks
Of the Royal Canal
All along the banks
Of the Royal Canal

The Garden Song

Inch by inch, row by row
Please bless these seeds I sow
Please keep them safe below
'Till the rain comes tumbling down

CHORUS:
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground


Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones
We are made of dreams and bones
Need a place to call my own
'Cause the time is close at hand

CHORUS:
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground


Grain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature's chain
Till my body and my brain
Tell the music of the land

CHORUS:
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground


Plant your rows straight and long
Season with a prayer and song
Mother Earth will make you strong
If you give her loving care

CHORUS:
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground

Carrickfergus

I wish I was in Carrickfergus,
only for nights in Ballygran
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
the deepest ocean for my love to find

But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
and neither have I wings to fly
If I could find me a handsome boatman
to ferry me over to my love and die

My childhood days bring back sad reflections
of happy times I spent so long ago
My boyhood friends and my own relations
have all passed on now like melting snow

But I'll spend my days in endless roaming
soft sit the grass my bed is free
Ah to be back in Carrickfergus
on that long road down to the sea

And in Kilkenny it is reported
there are marble stones as black as ink
With gold and silver I would support her,
but I'll sing no more now till I get a drink

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
so come all ye young men and lay me down

Dicey Riley

CHORUS
Oh, poor old Dicey Riley, she has taken to the sup, (clap,clap)
and poor old Dicey Riley, she will never give it up. (clap,clap)
It's off each morning to the pop Then she stops in for another little drop,
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.


She walks along Fitzgibbon street with an independent air,
And then it's down to Summer hill, at her the people stare
She says it's nearly half past one, An I'll nip in for another little one
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley

CHORUS
Oh, poor old Dicey Riley, she has taken to the sup, (clap,clap)
and poor old Dicey Riley, she will never give it up. (clap,clap)
It's off each morning to the pop Then she stops in for another little drop,
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.


At two, pubs close and out she goes as happy as a lark
She'll find a bench to sleep it off down in St Patrick's Park.
She'll wake at five feeling in the pink and say
"Tis time for another little drink."
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.

CHORUS
Oh, poor old Dicey Riley, she has taken to the sup, (clap,clap)
and poor old Dicey Riley, she will never give it up. (clap,clap)
It's off each morning to the pop Then she stops in for another little drop,
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.


She'll travel far to a dockside bar to have another round
And after one or two or three she doesn't feel quite sound
And after four she's a bit unstable, after five underneath the table
The heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.

CHORUS
Oh, poor old Dicey Riley, she has taken to the sup, (clap,clap)
and poor old Dicey Riley, she will never give it up. (clap,clap)
It's off each morning to the pop Then she stops in for another little drop,
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.


Oh they carry her home at twelve o'clock as they do every night
They bring her inside, put her on the bed and then turn out the light.
Next morning she gets out of bed
and looks for a cure for her aching head
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.

CHORUS
Oh, poor old Dicey Riley, she has taken to the sup, (clap,clap)
and poor old Dicey Riley, she will never give it up. (clap,clap)
It's off each morning to the pop Then she stops in for another little drop,
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.


She owns a little sweetshop at the corner of the street
And every evening after school I go to wash her feet.
She leaves me there to mind the shop,
While she nips in for another little shot
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.

Sylvest/The Big Strong Man:

Have you heard about the big strong man (What Man)
He lives in a caravan
Have you heard about the Jeffrey-Johnson fight
Oh, what a hell of a fight
You can take all the heavy weights you got (What's he got)
We got a lad who can beat the whole lot
He used to be "Galways" doorman,
Now he's gonna fight George Foreman

CHORUS
He's my brother Sylvest (What's he got)
He's got a row of 40 medals on his chest (Big Chest)
He killed 50 barmen in the west, - he needs no rest
Heck of a man (Hell's fire)
don't push (Just shove)
Plenty room for you and me
He's got an arm (Got an arm),
like a leg, (Ladies leg)
and a punch that would sink a battle ship (bull-shit)
It takes all the army and the navy, to put the wind up Sylvest.


Well now, he thought he'd take a trip to Italy (Italy)
And he thought that he'd go by sea (By sea)
He jumped off the harbor in New York,
And he swam like a man from Cork
He saw the Lusitiania in distress (What'd he do)
He shoved the Lusitania up is dress (Big dress)
He drank all the water in the sea
And he walked all the way to Italy.

CHORUS
He's my brother Sylvest (What's he got)
He's got a row of 40 medals on his chest (Big Chest)
He killed 50 barmen in the west, - he needs no rest
Heck of a man (Hell's fire)
don't push (Just shove)
Plenty room for you and me
He's got an arm (Got an arm),
like a leg, (Ladies leg)
and a punch that would sink a battle ship (bull-shit)
It takes all the army and the navy, to put the wind up Sylvest.


Well then, he thought he'd take a trip to old Japan (Hi song)
So they brought out the big brass band (Brass band)
He played every instrument they got
What a lad he played the whole lot
Now the old church bell did ring (Ding dong)
and the old church choir did sing (Sing song)
They all came out to bid farewell to my big brother Sylvest.

The Irish Rover

In the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and six,
we set sail from the Coal Quay of Cork,
we were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
for the grand city hall in New York.

We'd an elegant craft, She was rigged fore and aft
How the trade winds drove her.
She had twenty three masts and she stood several blasts
And we called her the Irish Rover

There was Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Roddy O'Gork who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath named Malone

There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover.

We had one million bails of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of pone
We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails
We had four million barrels of stone

We had five million hogs and six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides of old tanned horses hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover.

We had sailed seven years, when the measles broke out
And the ship lost her way in the fog
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two.
'Twas myself and the skipper's old dog

Then the ship struck a rock. O Lord what a shock
Nearly tumbled over - she turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned....... (Sad dog sounds)
I'm the last of the Irish Rover.

The Bog Down In The Valley-o

CHORUS
Oh, Roe, the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o
Oh, Roe, the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o.


And in that bog there was a hole, A rare hole, a rattling hole,
A hole in the bog and the bog down in the valley-o

CHORUS
Oh, Roe, the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o
Oh, Roe, the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o.


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

CHORUS
Oh, Roe, the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o
Oh, Roe, the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o.


On that branch there was a limb
On that tree there was a branch
On that limb there was a twig
On that twig there was a nest
In that nest there was an egg
On that egg there was a bird
On that bird there was a wing
On that wing there was a feather
On that feather there was a hair
On that hair there was a flea.

CHORUS
Oh, Roe, the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o
Oh, Roe, the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o.

I'll Tell Me Ma

I'll tell me ma when I get home, the boys won't leave the girls alone
Pulled me hair, stole me comb but that's all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty, she is the Belle of Dublin city
She is a courtin' a one two three, Pray can you tell me who is she

Albert Mooney says he loves her, all the boys are fightin' for her
Knock at the door and ring at the bell, and Oh, me true love, are you well

Out she comes, white as snow, rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ould Johnny Morrissey says she'll die if she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high and the snow come travellin' through the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie, she'll get her own lad by and by

When she gets a lad of her own she won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will for it's Albert Mooney she loves still

Star Of The County Down

Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
One morning in July
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two white feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself
To make sure I was standing there.

Chorus:
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down.


As she onward sped I shook my head
And I gazed with a feeling rare
And I said, says I, to a passerby
"who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
He smiled at me, and with pride says he,
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
She's young Rosie McCann
from the banks of the Bann
She's the star of the County Down."

Chorus:
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down.


At the crossroads fair I'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies
On the heart of the nut-brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Though with rust my plow turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.

Chorus:
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down.

The Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
And 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:
And it's no, nay, never,
No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more.


I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened 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:
And it's no, nay, never,
No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more.


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:
And it's no, nay, never,
No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more.

Rose of Allendale

The moon was bright, the night was clear
No breeze came over the sea
When Mary left her highland home
And wandered forth with me
The flowers be-decked the mountainside
And fragrance filled the vale
But by far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allendale

Chorus:
Oh the Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allendale


Where e'er I wandered east or west
Though fate began to lour
A solace still was she to me
In sorrow's lonely hour
When tempests lashed our lonely barque
And rent her quivering sail
One maiden's form withstood the storm
'T was the Rose of Allendale

Chorus:
Oh the Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allendale


And when my fever'd lips were parched
On Afric's burning sands
She whispered hopes of happiness
And tales of distant lands
My life has been a wilderness
Unblessed by fortune's wheel
Had fate not linked my love to hers
The Rose of Allendale

Chorus:
Oh the Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allendale

Five O'Clock in the Morning


We rise in the morning, sail out on the tide
Silent we slip from the quay
With the gulls overhead and the seals alongside
Proudly we head out to sea

Chorus:
It's five o'clock in the morning
Time to get ready, we're sailing away
It's five o'clock in the morning
Time to get ready to sail



We'll fish in the Minches fair weather or foul
Living our lives on the sea
It's hard and it's tough and the pay's not enough
But what other life can there be

Chorus:
It's five o'clock in the morning
Time to get ready, we're sailing away
It's five o'clock in the morning
Time to get ready to sail


A trawler man's plight is to work day and night
And grab an hour's sleep in between
Casting the nets out and hauling them in
Sometimes not a fish to be seen

Chorus:
It's five o'clock in the morning
Time to get ready, we're sailing away
It's five o'clock in the morning
Time to get ready to sail


We'll be cold, tired and hungry and drenched to the skin
As we head back to Stornoway town
With our catch safely landed we'll have a good dram
In The Clachan, The Lewis or The Crown

South Australia

In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away
In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn, we're bound for South Australia

Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away
Haul away, you'll hear me sing, we're bound for South Australia

As I walked out one morning fair, heave away, haul away
'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair, we're bound for South Australia

There's just one thing that's on my mind, heave away, haul away
That's leaving Nancy Blair behind, we're bound for South Australia

And as we wallop round Cape Horn, heave away, haul away
You'll wish to God you've never been born, we're bound for South Australia

In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away
In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn, we're bound for South Australia

All For Me Grog

And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander

Where are me boots, me noggin, noggin boots
they're all gone for beer and tobacco
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking for better weather

And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander

Where is me shirt me noggin, noggin shirt
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
For the collar is all worn and the sleeves they are all torn
And the tail is looking for better weather

And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander

I'm sick in the head and I haven't gone to bed
Since I first came ashore from me slumber
For I spent all me dough on the lassies don't you know
Far across the western ocean I must wander

And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander

The Rose of Tralee

The pale moon was rising above the green mountains,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea,
When I strayed with my love by the pure crystal fountain,
That stands in the beautiful Vale of Tralee.

Chorus:
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me.
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.


The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading,
And Mary all smiling was listening to me.
The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding,
When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee.

Chorus:
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me.
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.


In the far fields of India 'mid war's dreadful thunders,
Her voice was solace and comfort to me.
But the chill hand of death has now rent us asunder,
I'm lonely tonight for the Rose of Tralee.

Chorus:
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me.
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.

Fiddler's Green

As I roved by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt waters and take in the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Oh, take me away boys me time is not long

Chorus:
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green


Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where the fishermen go if 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:
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green


Now when you're in dock and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
And the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree.

Chorus:
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green


Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gail
And the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail
Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
And the skipper's below making tea for the crew

Chorus:
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green


Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the riggin to sing me a song

Chorus:
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green

Whiskey In The Jar

As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,

Chorus:
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar


I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy

Chorus:
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar


I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water,
Then sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.

Chorus:
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar


It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel,
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

Chorus:
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar


If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army,
If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sporting Jenny

Chorus:
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar


Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

Wild Mountain Thyme/Will you go Lassie, go

Oh, the summertime is comin',
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather

Chorus
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, go?


I will build my love a bower
By yon pure crystal fountain
And around it I will place
All the flowers of the mountain.

Chorus
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, go?


If my true love e'er should leave me
I would surely find another
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.

Chorus
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, go?


Oh, the autumn-time is comin',
And the leaves are gently falling,
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather

Chorus
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, go?

The Leaving of Liverpool

Farewell to you my own true love
I am going far away
I am bound for California
And I know that I'll return someday

Chorus:
So fare thee well my own true love
For when I return united we will be
It's not the leavin' of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darlin' when I think of thee


I have shipped on a yankee sailing ship
Davey Crocket is her name
And Burgess is the captain of her
And they say that she's a floating shame

Chorus:
So fare thee well my own true love
For when I return united we will be
It's not the leavin' of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darlin' when I think of thee


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

Chorus:
So fare thee well my own true love
For when I return united we will be
It's not the leavin' of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darlin' when I think of thee


So fare thee well my own true love
For when I return united we will be
It's not the leavin' of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darlin' when I think of thee
But my darlin' when I think of thee

The Lifeboat Mona

The wind did blow and the sea rose up
Beat the land with mighty waves
At St Andrew's Bay the lightship fought
The sea until her moorings gave

Chorus:
Remember December fifty-nine
The howling wind and the driving rain
Remember the gallant men who drowned
On the lifeboat, Mona was her name


The captain signalled to the shore
"We must have help or we'll go down"
From Broughty Ferry at two a.m.
They sent the lifeboat Mona out

Chorus:
Remember December fifty-nine
The howling wind and the driving rain
Remember the gallant men who drowned
On the lifeboat, Mona was her name


Eight men formed that gallant crew
They set their boat against the main
The wind's so hard and the sea's so rough
We'll never see land or home again

Chorus:
Remember December fifty-nine
The howling wind and the driving rain
Remember the gallant men who drowned
On the lifeboat, Mona was her name


Three hours went by and the Mona called
"The wind blows hard and the sea runs high"
In the morning on Carnoustie Beach
The Mona and her crew did lie

Chorus:
Remember December fifty-nine
The howling wind and the driving rain
Remember the gallant men who drowned
On the lifeboat, Mona was her name


Five lay drowned in the cabin there
Two were washed up on the shore
Eight men died when the boat capsized
And the eighth is lost forever more

Chorus:
Remember December fifty-nine
The howling wind and the driving rain
Remember the gallant men who drowned
On the lifeboat, Mona was her name


Remember December fifty-nine
The howling wind and the driving rain
The men who leave the land behind
And the men who'll never see land again

Remember December fifty-nine
The howling wind and the driving rain
The men who leave the land behind
And the men who'll never see land again

Go To Sea No More

When first I landed in Liverpool, I went upon a spree
Me money alas I spent it fast, got drunk as drunk could be
And when that me money was all gone, 'twas then I wanted more
But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more

Chorus:
Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once more
But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more


I spent the night with Angeline too drunk to roll in bed
Me watch was new and me money too, in the morning with them she fled
And as I walked the streets about, the whores they all did roar
There goes Jack Spratt, the poor sailor lad, he must go to sea once more

Chorus:
Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once more
There goes Jack Spratt, the poor sailor lad, he must go to sea once more


And as I walked the streets about, I met with the Rapper Brown
I asked him for to take me on and he looked at me with a frown
He said last time you was paid off with me you could no score
But I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance and I'll send you to see once more

Chorus:
Once more, boys, once more, send you to sea once more
I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance and I'll send you to see once more


He shipped me on board of a whaling ship bound for the arctic seas
Where the cold winds blow through the frost and snow and Jamaica rum would freeze
But worse to bear, I'd no hard weather gear for I'd spent all money on shore
'twas then that I wished that I was dead and could go to sea no more

Chorus:
No more, boys, no more, go to sea no more
'twas then that I wished that I was dead and could go to sea no more


So come all you bold seafaring men, who listen to me song
When you come off them long trips, I'll have you not go wrong
Take my advice, drink no strong drink, don't go sleeping with them whores
Get married instead and spend all night in bed and go to sea no more

Chorus:
No more, boys, no more, go to sea no more
Get married instead and spend all night in bed and go to sea no more

Come By The Hills

Chorus:
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 warm in the sun,
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.


Come by the hills to the land where life is a song,
And sing while 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 must wait till this day is done.

Chorus:
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 warm in the sun,
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.


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

Chorus:
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 warm in the sun,
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.

Home Boys Home

Chorus:
And it's home, boys, home; home I'd like to be
Home for a while in me own count-a-rie
Where the oak and the ash and the bonnie rowan tree
Are all a-growing green in the North Count-a-rie


Oh well, who wouldn't be a sailor lad a-sailing on the main
To gain the good will of his captain's good name
He came ashore one evening for to be
And that was the beginning of the whole calamity

Chorus:

I asked her for a candle for to light me up to bed
And likewise for a hankerchief to tie around my head
She tended to my needs like a young maid ought to do
So then I says to her, Won't you nestle with me too

Chorus:

She jumped into bed, making no alarm
Thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm
And I hugged her and I kissed her the whole night long
Till she wished the short night had been seven years long

Chorus:

Early next morning the sailor lad arose
And into Mary's apron threw a handful of gold
Saying, Take this, my dear, for the mischief that I've done
For tonight I fear I've left you with a daughter or a son

Chorus:

Well, if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse
With gold in her pocket and with silver in her purse
And if it be a boy child, he'll wear the jacket blue
And go climbing up the rigging like his daddy used to do

Chorus:

Come all of you fair maidens, a warning take by me
And never let a sailor lad an inch above your knee
For I trusted one and he beguiled me
He left me with a pair of twins to dangle on my knee

Dirty Old Town

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

Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Springs a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

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
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

The Whistling Gypsy Rover

The Gypsy Rover came over the hills,
Down to the valley so shady;
He whistled and he sang
Till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

Chorus:
A dee do a dee do die day,
A dee do a dee day dee
He whistled and he sang
Till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.


She left her father's castle gates,
She left her fair young lover;
She left her servants
And her estate
to follow the Gypsy Rover.

Chorus:
A dee do a dee do die day,
A dee do a dee day dee
He whistled and he sang
Till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.


Her father mounted his fastest steed
To search the valleys all over
He sought his daughter
At great speed
And the whistling Gypsy Rover.

Chorus:
A dee do a dee do die day,
A dee do a dee day dee
He whistled and he sang
Till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.


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.

Chorus:
A dee do a dee do die day,
A dee do a dee day dee
He whistled and he sang
Till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.


"He is no gypsy, my father." she said.
"But lord of those lands all over,
And I will stay
till my dying day
With my whistling gypsy rover."

Chorus:
A dee do a dee do die day,
A dee do a dee day dee
He whistled and he sang
Till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

Mairi's Wedding

Chorus:
Step it gaily, on we go
Heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row on row
All for Mairi's wedding.


Over hillways up and down
Myrtle green and bracken brown,
Past the sheiling through the town
All for sake of Mairi.

Chorus:
Step it gaily, on we go
Heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row on row
All for Mairi's wedding.


Red her cheeks as rowans are,
Bright her eye as any star,
Fairest o' them a' by far,
Is our darling Mairi.

Chorus:
Step it gaily, on we go
Heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row on row
All for Mairi's wedding.


Plenty herring, plenty meal
Plenty peat to fill her creel,
Plenty bonny bairns as weel
That's the toast for Mairi

Chorus:
Step it gaily, on we go
Heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row on row
All for Mairi's wedding.

Red is the Rose

Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever.

Chorus:
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.


'T was down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
When the moon and the stars they were shining
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
And she swore she'd be my love forever.

Chorus:
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.


It's not for the parting that my sister pains
It's not for the grief of my mother
'T is all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever.

Chorus:
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.



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