Some traditional Irish songs



WHISKEY IN THE JAR (trad.)

As I was a going over the fair fit Gilgarra mountains I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced me pistol and I then produced me rapier Saying stand and deliver for you are a bold deceiver Mu sha ring du dum du dam da Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There`s whisky in the jar I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me But the devil take the woman for they never can be easy Mu sha ring du dum du dam da Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There`s whisky in the jar I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber I dreamt of gold and jewels and of course it was no wonder But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water Then sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter Mu sha ring du dum du dam da Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There`s whisky in the jar It was early in morning before I rose to travel Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell I first produced me pistol for she`d stolen away my rapier But I couldn`t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken Mu sha ring du dum du dam da Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There`s whisky in the jar Now there`s some take delight in the carriages and rolling And others take delight in the hurley and the bolling But I take delight in the juice of the barley Courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early Mu sha ring du dum du dam da Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There`s whisky in the jar If anyone can aid me to see me brother in the army If I can find a station in Cork or in Killerney And if he`ll go with me we`ll go roaming in Kilkenny And I`m sure he`ll treat me better than me old me sporting Jenny Mu sha ring du dum du dam da Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There`s whisky in the jar

THE WILD ROVER (trad.)

And it`s no nay never No nay never no more Will I play the wild rover No never no more 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 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 alehouse I used to frequent And I told the landlady my money was spent I asked her for credit she answered me nay Such custom as yours I can have any day And it`s no nay never No nay never no more Will I play the wild rover No never no more I then took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright And the landlady`s eyes opened wide with delight She says I have whiskey and wines of the best And the words that you told me were only in jest 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 me as oft times before Sure I will never play the wild rover no more And it`s no nay never No nay never no more Will I play the wild rover No never no more And it`s no nay never No nay never no more Will I play the wild rover No never no more

SEVEN DRUNKEN NIGHTS (trad.)

As I went home on Monday night As drunk as drunk could be I saw a horse outside the door Where my old horse should be Well I called me wife and I said to her Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that horse outside the door Where my old horse should be Oh you`re drunk you`re drunk you silly old fool Still you cannot see That`s a lovely sow that me mother sent to me Well it`s many a day I`ve travelled A hundred miles or more But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before And as I went home on Tuesday night As drunk as drunk could be I saw a coat behind the door Where my old coat should be Well I called me wife and I said to her Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that coat behind the door Where my old coat should be Oh you`re drunk you`re drunk you silly old fool Still you cannot see That`s a wollen blanket that me mother sent to me Well it`s many a day I`ve travelled A hundred miles or more But buttons on a blanket sure I never saw before And as I went home on Wednesday night As drunk as drunk could be I saw a pipe upon the chair Where my old pipe should be Well I called me wife and I said to her Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that pipe upon the chair Where my old pipe should be Oh you`re drunk you`re drunk you silly old fool Still you cannot see That`s a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well it`s many a day I`ve travelled A hundred miles or more But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before And as I went home on Thursday night As drunk as drunk could be I saw two boots beneath the bed Where my old boots should be Well I called me wife and I said to her Will you kindly tell to me Who owns them boots beneath the bed Where my old boots should be Oh you`re drunk you`re drunk you silly old fool Still you cannot see They`re two lovely geraniene pots me mother sent to me Well it`s many a day I`ve travelled A hundred miles or more But laces in geraniene pots I never saw before And as I went home on Friday night As drunk as drunk could be I saw a head upon the bed Where my old head should be Well I called me wife and I said to her Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that head upon the bed Where me old head should be Oh you`re drunk you`re drunk you silly old fool Still you cannot see That`s a baby boy that me mother sent to me Well it`s many a day I`ve travelled A hundred miles or more But a baby boy with whiskers on sure I never saw before As I went home on Saturday night As drunk as drunk could be I saw two hands upon her breasts Where me two hands should be Well I called my wife and I said to her Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that hands upon your breasts Were me two hands should be Oh you`re drunk you`re drunk you silly old fool Still you cannot see That`s a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me Well it`s many a day I travelled A hundred miles and more But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before As I went home on Sunday night As drunk as drunk could be I saw a thing in her thing Where me old thing should be Well I called my wife and I said to her Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that thing in your thing Where me old thing should be Oh you`re drunk you`re drunk you silly old fool Still you cannot see That`s that lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well it`s many a day I travelled A hundred miles and more But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before

THE RISING OF THE MOON (trad.)

Now come tell me Sean O`Farrell Tell me why you hurry so Hush a bhuachaill Hush and listen And his cheeks were all aglow I bear orders from the captain Get you ready quick and soon For the pikes must be together At the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon For the pikes must be together At the rising of the moon And come tell me Sean O`Farrell Where the gathering is to be At the old spot by the river Quite well known to you and me One more word for signal token Whistle out the marching tune With your pike upon your shoulder At the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon With your pike upon your shoulder At the rising of the moon Out from many a mud wall cabin Eyes were watching through the night Many a manly heart was beating For the blessed morning light Murmurs rang along the valley To the banshee`s lonely croon And a thousand pikes were flashing By the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon And a thousand pikes were flashing By the rising of the moon All along that singing river That black mass of men was seen High above their shining weapons Flew their own beloved green Death to every foe and traitor Whistle out the marching tune And hurrah me boys for freedom `Tis the rising of the moon `Tis the rising of the moon `Tis the rising of the moon And hurrah me boys for freedom `Tis the rising of the moon

I`M A ROVER (trad.)

I`m a rover and seldom sober I`m a rover o` high degree It`s when I`m drinking I`m always thinking How to gain my love`s company Though the nicht be dark as dungeon Not a star to be seen above I will be guided without a stumble Into thy airms of my ain true love I`m a rover and seldom sober I`m a rover o` high degree It`s when I`m drinking I`m always thinking How to gain my love`s company He stepped up to her bedroom window Kneelin` gently upon a stone He whispered through her bedroom window Me darlin` dear do you lie alone I`m a rover and seldom sober I`m a rover o` high degree It`s when I`m drinking I`m always thinking How to gain my love`s company She raised her head from her daun soft pillow With her arms around her breast Says what is that at my bedroom window Disturbin` me at me lang night`s rest I`m a rover and seldom sober I`m a rover o` high degree It`s when I`m drinking I`m always thinking How to gain my love`s company Says aye my love it`s thy true lover Open the door and let me in For I am come on a lang mates` journey More than near drenched to the skin I`m a rover and seldom sober I`m a rover o` high degree It`s when I`m drinking I`m always thinking 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 baith shook hands and embraced each other Until the mornin` they lay as one I`m a rover and seldom sober I`m a rover o` high degree It`s when I`m drinking I`m always thinking How to gain my love`s company The cocks were crawin` The birds were whistlin` The burns they ran free abune the brae Remember love I`m a ploughman laddie And the fairmer I must obey I`m a rover and seldom sober I`m a rover o` high degree It`s when I`m drinking I`m always thinking How to gain my love`s company Now my love I must gang and leave thee To climb the hills they are high above But I will climb wee with greater pleasure Since I been in the airms of my love I`m a rover and seldom sober I`m a rover o` high degree It`s when I`m drinking I`m always thinking How to gain my love`s company

NANCY WHISKEY (trad.)

Whiskey whiskey Nancy Whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy ooh I am a weaver a Carlton weaver I am a rash and a roaming blade I`ve got cillar in my pictures And I`ll gang follow the Roman trade Whiskey whiskey Nancy Whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy ooh As I come in by Glasgow city Nancy Whiskey I chanced a smell So I got in sat down beside her Seven long years I loved her well Whiskey whiskey Nancy Whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy ooh The mere I kissed her the mere I lured her The mere I lured and the mere she smiled And I forgot my mothers teacher Nancy soon had me begiled Whiskey whiskey Nancy Whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy ooh I woke up early in the morning To stake my druise it wasn`t my need I dranked her eyes but I was nay able For Nancy had me by the heed Whiskey whiskey Nancy Whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy ooh Come aware landlandy and what`s the reckment Tell me what I have to pay Fifteen shillings is the reckment Pay me quickly and go away Whiskey whiskey Nancy Whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy ooh As I went to by Glasgow city Nancy Whiskey I chanced a smell I get drank four and six All was left was a crocked scale Whiskey whiskey Nancy Whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy ooh I`ll gang back to the Carlton weaving And I`ll surely make the seagulls fly For I make more at the Carlton weaver Then ever I did in the Roman trade Whiskey whiskey Nancy Whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy ooh Come all you weavers Carlton weavers And all you weavers wherever you`ll be Beware of whiskey Nancy Whiskey She`ll ruin you as she ruined me Whiskey whiskey Nancy Whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy ooh Whiskey whiskey Nancy Whiskey Whiskey whiskey Nancy ooh

ALL FOR ME GROG (trad.)

And it`s all for me grog Me jolly jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco Well I`ve spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin Far across the Western ocean I must wander I`m sick in me head and I haven`t been to bed Since first I came ashore from me plunder I`ve seen centipedes and snakes And beer headers full of aches And I have to take a path full of the old yonder And it`s all for me grog Me jolly jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco Well I`ve spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin Far across the Western ocean I must wander Where are me boots Me noggin noggin boots They`re all sold for beer and tobacco See the soals they were tin and the others would let me in And the heels were looking out for better weather And it`s all for me grog Me jolly jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco Well I`ve spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin Far across the Western ocean I must wander Where is me shirt Me noggin noggin shirt It`s all sold for beer and tobacco See the sleaves they were worn out And the collar were torn about And the tail was looking out for better weather And it`s all for me grog Me jolly jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco Well I`ve spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin Far across the Western ocean I must wander Where is me wife Me knocking knocking wife She`s all sold for beer and tobacco You see her front it was worn out And her tail it got kicked about And I`m sure she`s looking out for better weather And it`s all for me grog Me jolly jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco Well I`ve spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin Far across the Western ocean I must wander Where is me bed Me knocking knocking bed It`s all sold for beer and tobacco You see I sold it to the girls that to the springs are all in twirls And the sheeps are looking out for better weather And it`s all for me grog Me jolly jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco Well I`ve spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin Far across the Western ocean I must wander

THE RAGGLE TAGGLE GYPSY (trad.)

There were three old gypsies came to our house door They came brave and boldy o And the one sang high and the other sang low And the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy o It was upstairs downstairs the lady went Put on her suit of leather o And there was a cry from around the door She`s away with the raggle taggle gypsy o It was late that night when the Lord came in Inquiring for his lady o And the servant girl she said to the Lord She`s away with the raggle taggle gypsy o Saddle for me my milk white steed The big horse is not speedy o And I will I ride till I seak my bride She`s away with the raggle taggle gypsy o Now he rode East and he rode West He rode North and South also Until he came to a wide open plain It was there that he spied his lady o How could you leave your goose feather bed Your blankets strewn so comely o And how could you leave your newly wedded Lord All for a raggle taggle gypsy o What care I for my goose feather bed With blankets strewn so comely o Tonight I lie in a wide open field In the arms of a raggle taggle gypsy o How could you leave your house and your land How could you leave your money o How could you leave your only wedded Lord All for a raggle taggle gypsy o What care I for my house and my land What care I for my money o I`d rather have a kiss from the yellow gypsy`s lips I`m away with the raggle taggle gypsy o

THE GALWAY RACES (trad.)

Gimme wak fol de dew fol de diddeli ey del day And as I rode through to Galway Town To seek for recreation on the seventeenth of August We might be elevated There were multitude assembled Their tickets at the station Me eys began to dazzle Are they going to see the races Gimme wak fol de dew fol de diddeli ey del day There were passengers form Limerick and passengers from Nína Passengers from Dublin that`s horsemen from Tipperary There were passengers from Caíree and the porters of the nation And I met with mister Highfour to join the Galway blazers Gimme wak fol de dew fol de diddeli ey del day There were multitudes from Ireland and members from New Keash Sure the boys are come the Mara and the Claire of married maidens People from Cork City who were loyal true and faithful They brought home the Fenian prisoners From dying in foreign nations Gimme wak fol de dew fol de diddeli ey del day And it`s there you`ll seek confectioners with sugar sticks and danties The lossages and oranges the lemonades and raisins Ginger bread and spices to accomodate the ladies And the big crew beat Fort Robbins Tip me somthing while you`re able Gimme wak fol de dew fol de diddeli ey del day And it`s there you`ll see the gamblers The pimbles and the gargoyles and the sporting wheel of fortune With the foreign twenty porters There was others with outspoken counting what was at poor Maggie And our daddy well protected tipped me gauking at his daughter Gimme wak fol de dew fol de diddeli ey del day And it`s there you`ll see the pipers and the fiddelers compeeting They nip before the dancers and the trippers and the daisies There was others shouting to guards and lay the bills for all the races With the boldness of the jockey and the place of horses agents Gimme wak fol de dew fol de diddeli ey del day And it`s there you`ll see the jockeys and they mounted on so stately The pink the blue the orange and green the emblem of our nation When the bell was rung for starting all the horses seemed unpatient I thought they never stood on ground their speed was so amazing Gimme wak fol de dew fol de diddeli ey del day There was half a million people there of all the nominations The Catholic The Protestant The Jew and Presbyterian There was yet no anamossity no matter what persuation But weigh your hospitality in gypsies missed the pately Gimme wak fol de dew fol de diddeli ey del day Gimme wak fol de dew fol de diddeli ey del day

SEVEN DEADLY SINS (trad.)

Some say that kissin`s a sin But tell me how can that be true For kissing has been in this world Since the very first day there was two Now if it was illegal then the lawyers they would sue And the prisons would be full of folk who had a kiss or two And if they didn`t like it then away the girls would run And if it wasn`t plenty then the pure folk would get none Some say that gamblin`s a sin But I`ll bet you fifteen to one That gambling has been in this world Since horses and greyhounds could run Now if it was illegal then the lawyers they would sue And the prisons would be full of folk who had a bet or two And if they didn`t like it then away the girls would run And if it wasn`t plenty then the pure folk would get none Some say that swearin`s a sin But where is the man that can tell For swearing has been in this world Since the Devil was told go to hell Now if it was illegal then the lawyers they would sue And the prisons would be full of folk who had a curse or two And if they didn`t like it then away the girls would run And if it wasn`t plenty then the pure folk would get none Some say that smokin`s a sin And a pipe now and then is enough But smoking has been in this world Since Adam and Eve had a puff Now if it was illegal then the lawyers they would sue And the prisons would be full of folk who had a smoke or two And if they didn`t like it then away the girls would run And if it wasn`t plenty then the pure folk would get none Some say that drinkin`s a sin But a gaggle is fine now and then For drinking has been in this world For ever and ever amen Now if it was illegal then the lawyers they would sue And the prisons would be full of folk who had a drink or two And if they didn`t like it then away the girls would run And if it wasn`t plenty then the pure folk would get none

THE DUNDEE WEAVER (trad.)

Oh I am the Dundee weaver and I come from bunny Dundee I met a Glasgow fellie and he kept courtin` me He took me out to walking down by the Calvin Hall And there the dirty wee rascals roam thinking me jiggly whore There the dirty wee rascals roam taking me jiggs to war He took me out to walking down by the rocking drem He shoved to me thee bunny wee buds and he shoved a bonnie wee hen He shoved to me thee bunny wee buds free linen to your cloth And he shove to me the bad the son taking me jigs to war He shove to me the bad the son taking me jiggs to war Now I`ll gang back to Dundee Loch in one the young one fair I`ll part tie the buckle and shoe and tie it by bonnie wool hair I`ll part tie the cause to fight to my buckle look small And whole my rosy cheeck me taking me jiggs to war And whole my rosy cheeck me taking me jiggs to war Oh all you Dundee weavers take this advice from me Never let the fair lady and then she`ll bow your knee Never stand at the back of your clothes they`re up against the wall For if you dear can safely say your taking me jiggs to war For if you dear can safely say your taking me jiggs to war

BLACK VELVET BAND (trad.)

In a neat little town they call Belfast Apprentice the trade I was bound And many an hour of 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 me friends and relations Betrayed by the black velvet band 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 Not meaning to go very far When who should I met but this pretty fair maid Came a trapecing along the highway She was both fair and handsome Her neck it was just like a swan And her hair it hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band 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 with this pretty fair maid And the gentlemen passing us by Well I knew she ment the doing of him By the look in her roagish black eye A gold watch she took from his pocket And placed it right into my hand And the very first thing that I said was Obsessed to the black velvet band 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 Before the judge and jury Next morning I had to appear The judge she says to me young man Your case it is proved and clear We`ll give you seven years peane servetude To be spent far away from the land Far away from your friends and relations Betrayed by the black velvet band 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 So come on you jolly young fellows Go on and take me mead When you are out in the town me lads Bevare of the pretty Colleens They`ll feed you with strong drink me lads `Til you are unable to stand And the very first thing that you know is You`ve landed in Van Diemens Land 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

MORMON BRAES (trad.)

Fare thee well me Mormon Braes For of times I`ve been cheerie Fare thee well me Mormon Braes For it`s there I`ve lost me dearie As I went in by stricken tune I heard the fair maid moaning She was making circomplaint For her true love near returning Fare thee well me Mormon Braes For of times I`ve been cheerie Fare thee well me Mormon Braes For it`s there I`ve lost me dearie As many a horse has slipped and fell Then risen again right early As many a lass has lost her love Then got another right fairly Fare thee well me Mormon Braes For of times I`ve been cheerie Fare thee well me Mormon Braes For it`s there I`ve lost me dearie There`s as good fish into the sea As ever yet were taken I cast my nets and try again For I`m only once forsaken Fare thee well me Mormon Braes For of times I`ve been cheerie Fare thee well me Mormon Braes For it`s there I`ve lost me dearie So I look put on my gown of bree That`s a forsaken token And after let the young lads know That the ones I love are broken Fare thee well me Mormon Braes For of times I`ve been cheerie Fare thee well me Mormon Braes For it`s there I`ve lost me dearie So I`ll gang back to Strickan Town Where I was bread and born in And I`ll will get another young lass To marry me in the morning Fare thee well me Mormon Braes For of times I`ve been cheerie Fare thee well me Mormon Braes For it`s there I`ve lost me dearie

KELLY, THE BOY FROM KILLAN (trad.)

What`s the news what`s the news oh my bold Shelmalier With your long barreled gun of the sea Say what wind from the south blows your messenger here With his hymn of the dawn for the free Goodly news goodly news do I bring you forth Goodly news shall you hear Bargy Man For the boys march at dawn from the South to the North Led by Kelly the boy from Killann Tell me who is the giant with the gold curling hair He who strides at the head of your band Seven feet is his height with some inches to spare And he looks like a king in command Ah my boys that`s the pride of the bold Shelmaliers Amongst the greatest of heroes a man So fling your beavers aloft and give three ringing cheers For John Kelly the boy from Killann Enniscorthy`s in flames and old Wexford is won And tomorrow the Barrow we`ll cross On a hill over the town we have planted a gun That will batter the gateway to Ross All the forth men and Bargy men will march over the heath With the brave Harvey to lead in the van But the foremost of all in the grim gap of death Will be Kelly the boy from Killann But the gold sun of freedom grew darkened at Ross And it set by the Slaney`s red waves And poor Wexford stripped naked hung high on a cross With her heart pierced by traitors and slaves Glory oh glory oh to the brave men who died For the cause of long down trodden men Glory oh to Mount Leinster`s own darling pride Dauntless Kelly the boy from Killann

THE ENNISKILLEN DRAGOONS (trad.)

Fare thee well Enniskillen Fare thee well for awhile And all around the borders of Erin`s green isle And when the war is over we`ll return in full bloom And we`ll all welcome home the Enniskillen Dragoons A beautiful damsel of fame and renown A gentlemans daughter from Monaghan Town As she drove by the barracks this beautiful maid Stood up in her coach to see Dragoons on parade Fare thee well Enniskillen Fare thee well for awhile And all around the borders of Erin`s green isle And when the war is over we`ll return in full bloom And we`ll all welcome home the Enniskillen Dragoons They were all dressed out like gentlemen`s sons Their fine shining rapiers and their carabine guns Their silver mounted pistols she observed them full soon Because she loved them Enniskillen Dragoons Fare thee well Enniskillen Fare thee well for awhile And all around the borders of Erin`s green isle And when the war is over we`ll return in full bloom And we`ll all welcome home the Enniskillen Dragoons Flora dear Flora your pardon I claim It`s now and forever that I`ll be your slave Your parents have insulted me both morn night and noon Because you would wed an Enniskillen Dragoon Fare thee well Enniskillen Fare thee well for awhile And all around the borders of Erin`s green isle And when the war is over we`ll return in full bloom And we`ll all welcome home the Enniskillen Dragoons Willie dearest Willie don`t heed what they say For children their parents are bound to obey But when the wars are over they`ll all change their tune And you`ll hold me in your arms by the light of the moon Fare thee well Enniskillen Fare thee well for awhile And all around the borders of Erin`s green isle And when the war is over we`ll return in full bloom And we`ll all welcome home the Enniskillen Dragoons

GENTLEMAN SOLDIER (trad.)

It`s all a gentleman soldier as a century he would stand He saluted the fair maid by the waving of his hand So boldy then he kissed her and he passed it off as a joke He drilled her up in a centry box wrapped up in soldiers poke And the drums they go a rattatata and the fives they hourly pay Fare thee well Polly me dear I must be going away All night they tossed and tumbled til daylight did appear The soldiers rose but honest to loss sing fare you well me dear For the drums they are a sounding and the fives they sweetly pay If it weren`t for that dear Polly then along with you I`ll stay And the drums they go a rattatata and the fives they hourly pay Fare thee well Polly me dear I must be going away Oh come you gentleman soldier won`t you marry me Oh no me dearest Polly since things never can be For I`ve a wife already and children I have three Two wifes aren`t allowed in the army but one`s to many for me And the drums they go a rattatata and the fives they hourly pay Fare thee well Polly me dear I must be going away If anyone comes a courting you you can treat them to a glass If anyone comes a courting you you can say you`re a country lass You don`t have to tell them that ever you played this joke That you were drilled in a centry box wrapped up in a soldiers poke And the drums they go a rattatata and the fives they hourly pay Fare thee well Polly me dear I must be going away Oh come you gentleman soldier why didn`t you tell me so My parents will be angry when this they come to know And for nine long months I`ve come and passed the porgaltry brought shame She had a little militia boy and he didn`t know his name And the drums they go a rattatata and the fives they hourly pay Fare thee well Polly me dear I must be going away

A MUIRSHEEN DURKIN (trad.)

In the days I went a courtin` I was never tired resortin` To an alehouse or a playhouse and many`s the house beside But I told me brother Seamus l`d go off and be right famous And l`d never would return again `til l`d roam the world wide Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin sure l`m sick and tired of workin` No more I`ll dig the praties and no longer I`ll be fooled As sure as me name is Carney I`ll be off to California Where instead of diggin` praties I`ll be diggin` lumps of gold I`ve courted girls in Blarney in Kanturk and in Killarney In Passage and in Queenstown that is the Cobh of Cork Goodbye to all this pleasure l`ll be off to take me leisure And the next time that you hear from me will be a letter from New York So it`s goodbye Muirsheen Durkin l`m sick and tired of workin` No more I`ll dig the praties and no longer I`ll be fooled As sure as me name is Carney I`ll be off to California Where instead of diggin` praties I`ll be diggin` lumps of gold Goodbye to the girls at home l`m going far across the foam To try and make me fortune in far America There`s gold and jewels in plenty for the poor and for the gentry And when I return again I never more will say Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin sure l`m sick and tired of workin` No more I`ll dig the praties and no longer I`ll be fooled For as sure as me name is Carney I`ll be off to California Where instead of diggin` praties I`ll be diggin` lumps of gold

WEILA WAILA (trad.)

And there was an auld woman And she lived in the woods A weila weila waila There was an auld woman And she lived in the woods Down by the riverside She had a baby three months old A weila weila waila She had a baby three months old Down by the riverside She had a penknife long and sharp A weila weila waila She had a penknife long and sharp Down by the riverside She stuck the penknife in the baby`s head A weila weila waila She stuck the penknife in the baby`s head Down by the riverside There was three loud knocks coming knocking on the door A weila weila waila Three loud knocks coming knocking on the door Down by the riverside There was two policemen and a man A weila weila waila Two policemen and a man Down by the riverside They took her away and they put her in the jail A weila weila waila They took her away and they put her in the jail Down by the riverside They put the rope around her neck A weila weila waila They put the rope around her neck Down by the riverside They pulled the rope and she got hung A weila weila waila They pulled the rope and she got hung Down by the riverside Now that was the end of the woman in the woods A weila weila waila That was the end in the fabby tune Down by the riverside

MAID OF SWEET BROWN KNOWE (trad.)

Come on all ye lads and lassies and listen to me a while I`ll sing to you a verse or two that`ll surely make you smile Concerning a young man I am going to tell you now Who has lately come a courting the maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe This young man says me pretty maid will you come along with me We`ll both fly off together and happy we will be We`ll join our hands in wedlock as am I speaking with you now And I`ll do me best and ever for the maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe This fair and fickle young thing she knew not what to say Her eyes that shine like diamonds bright and merrily did play She says young man your love`s subdue for I`m not ready now And they spend another season at the foot of the Sweet Brown Knowe The young man said me pretty maid how can you answer so See down the yonder valley where me crops they gently grow Down the yonder valley I have horses and my plough And at their daily labour for the maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe If their at their daily labour kind sir it`s not for me I`ve heard of you behaviour I have kind sir said she There is an inn where you drop in and I`ve heard the people say That you rap and you call and you pay for all or come home at the break of day If I rap and I call and I pay for all me money is all me own I`ll never spend your fortune for I hear that you`ve got none You thought you had me poor heart won by meeting with you now But I lay you where I found you at the foot of the Sweet Brown Knowe

WHEN WILL WE BE MARRIED (trad.)

When will we be married Molly when will we be wed When will we be bedded in the same bed When will we be married Molly when will we be wed When will we be bedded in the same bed You have your eye on Jimmy Long Jimmy Lee You have you eye of Jimmy and a fine man he You have your eye on Jimmy but you`d better let him be `Cause when you go Molly o You`ll be gone with me When will we be married Molly when will we be wed When will we be bedded in the same bed When will we be married Molly when will we be wed When will we be bedded in the same bed You have your eye on Johnny Thin Johnny Fee You have your eye on Johnny and a fine man he You have your eye on Johnny but you`d better let him be `Cause when you go Molly o You`ll be gone with me When will we be married Molly when will we be wed When will we be bedded in the same bed When will we be married Molly when will we be wed When will we be bedded in the same bed I made a black bow for your pretty head When will we be married Molly when will we be wed I made a black bow for your bonnie head When will we be married Molly when will we be wed When will we be bedded in the same bed When will we be married Molly when will we be wed When will we be bedded in the same bed

DARBY O`LEARY (trad.)

One evening of late as I happened to stray To the County Tipperary I straight took me way To dig the potatoes and work by the day For a farmer called Darby O`Leary I asked him how far we were bound for to go The night being dark and the cold wind did blow I was hungry and tired and my spirits were low For I got neither whiskey nor water The dirty old miser he mounted his steed To the Galbally Mountains he rode in great speed I followed behind `til my poor feet did bleed When we stopped when his old horse was weary When we came to his cottage I entered it first It seemed like a kennel or a ruined old church Says I to myself I am left in the lurch In the house of old Darby O`Leary I well recollect it was Michalmass night To a hearty geld supper he did me invite A cup of sour milk that was more green than white And it gave me the trotting disorder The wet old potatoes would poison the cats And the barn where my bed was was swarming with rats The fleas would have frightened the fearless St. Pat Who banished the snakes o`er the border He worked me by day and he worked me by night While he held an old candle to give me some light I wished his potatoes would die of the blight Or himself would go off with the fairies It was on this old miser I looked with a frown When the straw was brought in for to make me shakedown And I wished I had never seen him nor his town Nor the sky above Darby O`Leary I`ve worked in Kilconnel I`ve worked in Killmore I worked in Knoockannie and Shamballamore In Kalisanaker and Sollahed Moore with farmers so decent and cheery I`ve worked in Tipperary the Rag and Ross Green At the mount of Killfegal the Bridge of Orleans But such woeful starvation I never yet seen As I got from old Darby O`Leary

POOR PADDY ON THE RAILWAY (trad.)

In eighteen hundred and forty one My corduroy breeches I put on My corduroy breeches I put on To work upon the railway The railway I`m weary of the railway Poor Paddy works on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty two From Hartlepool I moved to Grove And found myself a job to do Working on the railway I was wearing Corduroy breeches Digging ditches Pulling switches Dodging hitchers I was working on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty three I broke me shuffle across me knee I went to work for the company And leave me seldom railway I was wearing Corduroy breeches Digging ditches Pulling switches Dodging hitchers I was working on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty four I landed on the Liverpool shore Me belly was empty me hands were raw With working on the railway The railway I`m weary of the railway Poor Paddy works on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty five When Daniel O`Connell he was alive And Daniel O`Connell he was alive And working on the railway I was wearing Corduroy breeches Digging ditches Pulling switches Dodging hitchers I was working on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty six I changed me trade from carrying bricks Changed me trade from carrying bricks To working on the railway I was wearing Corduroy breeches Digging ditches Pulling switches Dodging hitchers I was working on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty seven Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven To work upon the railway The railway I`m weary of the railway Poor Paddy works on the railway I was wearing Corduroy breeches Digging ditches Pulling switches Dodging hitchers I was working on the railway

TIBBY DUNBAR (trad.)

Oh wilt ago wi` me sweet Tibby Dunbar Oh wilt ago wi` me sweet Tibby Dunbar Wilt thy ride on a horse or be drawn in a cart Or walk by my side sweet Tibby Dunbar I care no thy daddy his land or his money I care nor thy kin say high and say low But say don`t tame me for better or worse And come in your courty sweet Tibby Dunbar I offer you nay thing a cillar of land What men could determin the price of your hand But gimme concent we`d be richer by far Oh wilt ago wi` me sweet Tibby Dunbar Oh wilt thy be known as a poor beggars lady And sleep in the heather right up in my playdee The sky for a roof and your candle a star My love for a fire sweet Tibby Dunbar Oh wilt ago wi` me sweet Tibby Dunbar Oh wilt ago wi` me sweet Tibby Dunbar Wilt thy ride on a horse or be drawn in a cart Or walk by my side sweet Tibby Dunbar

DIRTY OLD TOWN (E. McColl)

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 I smelled the spring On the smoky wind Dirty old town Dirty old town I`m going to make Me a big 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

BOYS FROM THE COUNTY HELL (S. MacGowan)

On the first day of March it was raining It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen I drank ten pints of beer and I cursed all the people there And I wish that all this rain would stop falling down on me And it`s lend me ten pounds I`ll buy you a drink And mother wake me early in the morning At the time I was working for a landlord And he was the meanest bastard that you have ever seen And to lose a single penny would grieve him awful sore And he was a miserable bollocks and a bitch`s bastard`s whore And it`s lend me ten pounds I`ll buy you a drink And mother wake me early in the morning I recall that we took care of him one Sunday We got him out the back and we broke his fucking balls And maybe that was dreaming and maybe that was real But all I know is I left that place without a penny or fuck all And it`s lend me ten pounds I`ll buy you a drink And mother wake me early in the morning But now I`ve the most charming of verandahs I sit and watch the junkies the drunks the pimps the whores Five green bottles sitting on the floor I wish to Christ I wish to Christ that I had fifteen more And it`s lend me ten pounds I`ll buy you a drink And mother wake me early in the morning And it`s lend me ten pounds I`ll buy you a drink And mother wake me early in the morning The boys and me are drunk and looking for you We`ll eat your frigging entrails and we won`t give a damn Me daddy was a blue shirt and my mother a madam And my brother earned his medals at Mai Lei in Vietnam And it`s lend me ten pounds I`ll buy you a drink And mother wake me early in the morning On the first day of March it was raining It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen Stay on the other side of the road `cause you can never tell We`ve a thirst like a gang of devils we`re the boys of the county hell And it`s lend me ten pounds I`ll buy you a drink And mother wake me early in the morning And it`s lend me ten pounds I`ll buy you a drink And mother wake me early in the morning

YOUNG NED OF THE HILL (T. Woods / R. Kavana)

Have you ever walked the lonesome hills and heard the curlews cry Or seen the raven black as night upon the windswept sky To walk the purple heather and hear the westwind cry To know that`s where the rapparee must die Yeah since Cromwell pushed us westward to live our lowly lives Some of us have deemed to fight from Tipperary mountains high Noble men with wills of iron who are not afraid to die And who`ll fight with gaelic honour held on high A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell you who raped our Motherland I hope you`re rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birthright To hell or Connaught May you burn in hell tonight Of one such man I`d like to speak a rapparee by name and deed His family dispossessed and slaughtered they put a price upon his head His name is know in song and story and his deeds are legends still And murdered for blood money was the Young Ned of the Hill Well you robbed our homes and fortunes even drove us from our land You tried to break our spirit but you`ll never understand The love of dear old Ireland that will forge and iron will As long as there are gallant men like Young Ned of the Hill A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell who raped our Motherland I hope you`re rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birthright To hell or Connaught May you burn in hell tonight

AISLING (S. MacGovan)

See the moon is once more rising Above our land of black and green Hear the rebels voice is calling I shall not die though you bury me Hear the Aunt in bed a dying Where is my Johnny Faded pictures in the hallway Which one of these brown ghosts is he Fare thee well me black haired diamond Fare the well my own Aisling Thoughts of you and dream will haunt me `Til I come back home again And the wind it blows to the North and South And blows to the East and West I`ll be just like that wind my love For I will have no rest `Til I return to thee And the wind it blows to the North and South And blows to the East and West I`ll be just like that wind my love For I will have no rest `Til I return to thee Bless the wind that shakes the barley Curse the spade and curse the plough Waking in the morning early I wish to hell I was with you now One two three tie your poles Give me a drink I`ll sleep with she Madness from the mountains crawling First met you my own Aisling Fare thee well me black haired diamond Fare the well my own Aisling Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me `Til I come back home again Fare thee well me black haired diamond Fare the well my own Aisling Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me `Til I come back home again

STREAMS OF WHISKEY (S. MacGowan)

Last night as I slept I dreamt I met with Behan I shook him by the hand And we passed the time of day When questioned on his views On the crux of life`s philosophies He had but these few clear And simple words to say I am going I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing I have cursed Bled and sworn Jumped bail and landed up in jail Life has often tried to stretch me But the rope always was slack And now that I`ve a pile I`ll go down to the Chelsea I`ll walk in on my feet But I`ll leave there on my back Because I am going I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Yeahaa Oh the words that he spoke Seemed the wisest of philosophies There`s nothing ever gained By a wet thing called a tear When the world is too dark And I need the light inside of me I`ll walk into a bar And drink fifteen pints of beer Because I am going I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing I am going I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Where streams of whiskey are flowing Where streams of whiskey are flowing

DONEGAL EXPRESS (S. MacGovan)

Who dares to speak of Donegal you kicks in the bars and in the balls The harp that played in Tara`s halls is burning on the dump Virginia is a gin town Belturbot is a sin town And all the boys from Skintown are in England on the lump Got pissed in Letterkenny With darlin` sportin` Jenny Spent me very last penny and we made it in the press The husband caught me in the bed tried to shoot me in the head Had to swim the stream to get the Donegal Express Kahaya You fuck Come hell of high water I might have fucked your Missus but I never fucked your daughter Fol diddle dee ahhh Fol diddle dee ahhh Fol diddle dee ahhh Fol diddle dee ahhh As sure as I`m Father Emmett got a King Dong down me Semmett As any girl will tell you From Cavan down to Clare Back in sweet Virginia in the toilet with Lavinia I nearly fucked her brains out and I tore her party dress A shit a shave a shower And half a pint of powers Then off again to get on board the Donegal Express Kahaya You fuck Come hell of high water I might have fucked your Missus but I never fucked your daughter Fol diddle dee ahhh Fol diddle dee ahhh Fol diddle dee ahhh Fol diddle dee ahhh Kahaya You fuck Come hell of high water I might have fucked your Missus but I never fucked your daughter Fol diddle dee ahhh Fol diddle dee ahhh Fol diddle dee ahhh Fol diddle dee ahhh

SALLY MACLENNANE (S. MacGowan)

Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn And they all looked very happy in the morning But Jimmy didn`t like his place in this world of ours Where the elephant man broke strong men`s necks `til he`d had too many powers So sad to see the grieving of the people that I`m leaving And he took the road for God knows in the morning We walked him to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we`d be seeing him again I`m sad to say I must be on me way So buy me beer and whiskey `cause I`m going far away I`d like to think of me returning when I can To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane The years went by the times had changed I grew to be a man I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLennane I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn And ended up a barman in the morning I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown I heard them say that Jimmy`s making money far away And some people left for heaven without warning We walked him to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we`d be seeing him again I`m sad to say I must be on me way So buy me beer and whiskey `cause I`m going far away I`d like to think of me returning when I can To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane When Jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone He asked me all the details of the train that they went on Some people they are scared to croak but Jimmy drank until he choked He took the road for heaven in the morning We walked him to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we`d be seeing him again I`m sad to say I must be on me way So buy me beer and whiskey `cause I`m going far away I`d like to think of me returning when I can To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane