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Song Book 2005/06 - Printable copy - 73 pages




A PLACE IN THE CHOIR

CHORUS

All God's creatures got a place in the choir,
Some sing lower and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got now.

Now listen to the bass it's the one on the bottom
Where the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus
Moans and groans with a big to do
The old cow just goes moo.
The dogs and the cats they take up the middle
Where the honeybee hums and the cricket fiddles
The donkey brays and the pony neighs
And the old grey badger sighs.

CHORUS

On to the top with the little birds singing
On the melodies and high notes ringing
The hoot owl cries over everything
And the blackbird disagrees.
Singing in the night-time, singing in the day
The little duck quacks and is on his way
The otter hasn't got much to say
And the porcupine talks to himself.

CHORUS

It's a simple song, a living song everywhere
By the ox and the fox and the grizzly bear
The grumpy alligator and the hawk above
The sly old weasel and the turtle dove.

CHORUS


Alice's Restaurant
By Arlo Guthrie 

This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the
restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's
Restaurant.

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the
church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of
room downstairs where the pews used to be in.  Havin' all that room,
seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't
have to take out their garbage for a long time.

We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be
a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump.  So
we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
on toward the city dump.

Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the
dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving."  And we had never heard of a dump
closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile
is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
decided to throw our's down.

That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving
dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the
next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie.  He said, "Kid,
we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And
I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
under that garbage."

After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
police officer's station.  So we got in the red VW microbus with the
shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
police officer's station.

Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and
we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,
which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station
there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was
both immediately arrested.  Handcuffed.  And I said "Obie, I don't think I
can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on."  He said, "Shut up, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car."

And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the
quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop
signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to
get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of
cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.
They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
one was to be used as evidence against us.  Took pictures of the approach,
the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to
mention the aerial photography.

After the ordeal, we went back to the jail.  Obie said he was going to put
us in the cell.  Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your
wallet and your belt."  And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my
wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you
want my belt for?"  And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings."  I
said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"
Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the
toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took
out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the
toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape.  Obie
was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice
(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back
to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.

We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
of each one, sat down.  Man came in said, "All rise."  We all stood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the
judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us.  And
we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not
what I came to tell you about.

Came to talk about the draft.

They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
neglected and selected.  I went down to get my physical examination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning.  `Cause I wanted to
look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill.  I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill.  Kill.  I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth.  Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL."  And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
yelling, "KILL, KILL."  And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

Didn't feel too good about it.

Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me
at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four
hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty
ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was
inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no
part untouched.  Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the
last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,
and I walked up and said, "What do you want?"  He said, "Kid, we only got
one question. Have you ever been arrested?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,
with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all
the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever
go to court?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on
the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want
you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"

And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's
where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after
committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly
looking people on the bench there.  Mother rapers.  Father stabbers.  Father
rapers!  Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me!  And
they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the
bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest
father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly
'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me
and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?"  I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay
$50 and pick up the garbage."  He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"
And I said, "Littering."  And they all moved away from me on the bench
there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I
said, "And creating a nuisance."  And they all came back, shook my hand,
and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,
father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the
bench.  And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of
things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it
up and said.

"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-
know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-
you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-
officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for
forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
following words:

("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to
ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm
sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench
'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,
kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug."  He looked at me and
said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints
off to Washington."

And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a
study in black and white of my fingerprints.  And the only reason I'm
singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar
situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a
situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into
the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get
anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.".  And walk out.  You know, if
one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and
they won't take him.  And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,
they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.
And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in
singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an
organization.  And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said
fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and
walking out.  And friends they may thinks it's a movement.

And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and
all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the
guitar.

With feeling.  So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and
sing it when it does.  Here it comes.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

That was horrible.  If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it
for another twenty five minutes.  I'm not proud... or tired.

So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part
harmony and feeling.

We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.

All right now.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Excepting Alice
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

Da da da da da da da dum
At Alice's Restaurant


ALWAYS ON MY MIND

Maybe I didn't treat you quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you quite as often as I could have
If I made you feel all second best 
Girl, I'm sorry, I was blind
You were always on my mind 
You were always on my mind.

Maybe I didn't hold you. all those lonely lonely times.
I guess I never told you, I'm so happy that you're mine.
Little things I should have said & done,
I just never took the time.
You were always on my mind,
You were always on my mind.

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Forgive me, give me one more chance to keep you satisfied.
I'll keep you satisfied.

Little things I should have said & done,
I just never took the time.
You were always on my mind,
You were always on my mind.

America, F**k Yeah

America...
America...
America, FUCK YEAH!
Coming again, to save the mother fucking day yeah,
America, FUCK YEAH!
Freedom is the only way yeah,
Terrorist your game is through cause now you have to answer too, 
America, FUCK YEAH!
So lick my butt, and suck on my balls,
America, FUCK YEAH!
What you going to do when we come for you now, 
it?s the dream that we all share; it?s the hope for tomorrow

FUCK YEAH!

McDonalds, FUCK YEAH!
Wal-Mart, FUCK YEAH!
The Gap, FUCK YEAH!
Baseball, FUCK YEAH!
NFL, FUCK, YEAH!
Rock and roll, FUCK YEAH!
The Internet, FUCK YEAH!
Slavery, FUCK YEAH!

FUCK YEAH!

Starbucks, FUCK YEAH!
Disney world, FUCK YEAH!
Porno, FUCK YEAH!
Valium, FUCK YEAH!
Reeboks, FUCK YEAH!
Fake Tits, FUCK YEAH!
Sushi, FUCK YEAH!
Taco Bell, FUCK YEAH!
Rodeos, FUCK YEAH!
Bed bath and beyond (Fuck yeah, Fuck yeah)

Liberty, FUCK YEAH!
White Slips, FUCK YEAH!
The Alamo, FUCK YEAH!
Band-aids, FUCK YEAH!
Las Vegas, FUCK YEAH!
Christmas, FUCK YEAH!
Immigrants, FUCK YEAH!
Columbine, FUCK YEAH!
Democrats, FUCK YEAH!
Republicans (republicans)
(fuck yeah, fuck yeah)
Sportsmanship
Books

AMERICAN PIE

A long long time ago I can still remember 
how that music used to make me smile,
And I knew if I had my chance 
I could make those people dance 
and maybe they'd be happy for a while,
But February made me shiver 
with every paper I'd deliver:
bad news on the doorstep, 
I couldn't take one more step,
I can't remember if I cried 
when I read about his widowed bride,
Something touched me deep inside 
the day the music died.

 - So bye bye Miss American Pie: 
 - Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
 - Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
 - Singing this'll be the day that I die
 - This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love,
and do you have faith in God above? 
 If the bible tells you so
now do you believe in rock and roll: 
can music save your mortal soul  
and can you teach me how to dance real slow;
 well I know you're in love with him
cause I saw you in the dancin' in the gym; 
you both kicked off your shoes; 
man I dig those rhythm and blues 
I was lonely teenage bronkin' buck 
with a pink carnation and a pick-up truck 
but I knew I was out of luck the day the music died
I started singing bye bye Miss American Pie.....

Now for 10 years we've been on our own,
and Moss grows fat on a rolling stone 
but that's not how it used to be 
when the jester sang for the king and queen 
in a coat he borrowed from James Dean 
and a voice that came from you and me 
oh and while the king was looking down 
the jester stole his thorny crown; 
The courtroom was adjourned, 
no verdict was returned; 
And while Lenin read a book on Marx 
the quartet practised in the park  
and we sang dirges in the dark, the day the music died.
We were singing bye bye Miss American Pie.....

Helter skelter in the summer swelter 
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter
8 miles high and falling fast 
it landed foul on the grass; 
The players tried for a forward pass, 
with the jester on the sideline in a cast, 
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
while the sergeants played on a marching tune :
We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field, 
the marching band refused to yield, 
do you recall what was revealed, 
the day the music died, we started singing......

And there we were all in one place, 
a generation lost in space: 
With no time left to start again. 
So come on Jack be nimble Jack be quick 
Jack Flash sat on the candlestick 
'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend, 
and as I watched him on the stage 
my hands were clenched in fists of rage, 
no angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell: 
And as the flames climbed high into the night 
to light the sacrificial rite: 
I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died.
We were singing bye bye Miss American Pie.....

I met a girl who sang the blues 
and I asked her for some happy news, 
but she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store 
where I heard the music years before, 
but the man there said the music wouldn't play;
and in the streets the children screamed, 
the lovers cried and the poets dreamed. 
But not a word was spoken, the church bells were broken: 
And 3 men I admire most, The Father, 
Son and the Holy Ghost: 
They caught the last  train for the coast , 
the day the music died and they were singing....


AMHRÁN NA bhFIANN

Sinne Fianna Fáil
Atá faoi gheall ag Éirinn
Buíon dár slua
Thar toinn do ráinig chugainn
Faoi mhóid bheith saor
Sean-tir ár sinsear feasta
Ní fhágfar faoin tíorán ná faoin tráill
Anocht a théam sa Bhearna Bhaoil
Le gean ar Ghaeil chun báis nó saoil
Le gunna-scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar
Seo libh canaig Amhrán na bfFiann


AN POC AR BUILE

Ag gabháil dom sior chun Droichead Uí Mhóradha
Píce im dhóid 's mé ag dul i meithil
Cé casfaí orm i gcuma ceoídh
Ach pocán crón is é ar buile

Curfa  
  Ailluliú puilliliú, alilliliú tá an poc ar buile (x2)

Do ritheamar trasna trí ruilleogach
Is do ghluais an cómhrac ar fuaid na muinge
Is treasscairt dá bhfuair sé sna turtóga
Chuas 'na ainneoin ina dhrom le fuinneamh

Níor fhág sé carraig go raibh scót ann
Ná gur rith le fársa chun mé a mhuilleadh
Ansan sea do chaith sé an léim ba mhó
Le fána mór na Faille Brice

Bhí gárda mór i mBaile an Róistigh
Is bhailigh fórsaí chun sinn a clipeadh
Do bhuail sé rop dá adhairc sa tóin ann
Is dá bhríste nua do dhein sé giobaíl

I nDaingean Uí Chúis le haghaidh an tráthnóna
Bhí an sogart paróiste amach in ár gcoinne
Is é dúirt gurbh é an diabhal ba dhóigh leis
A ghaibh an treo ar phocán buile

Angel

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight.

In the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there.

So tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees.

In the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here.

Annies Song

You fill up my senses like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in a desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses, come fill me again

Come let me love you, let me give my life too you
Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you
Come let me love you, come love me again.


Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never bro't to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of ould lang syne?

CHORUS:    
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne;
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For the sake of auld lang syne

And here's a hand, my trusty friend
And gie's a hand o' thine,
I'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne

Baby Got Back


I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waste
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull up tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha 
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got makes 
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me 
'Cause you ain't that average groupy
I've seen them dancin' 
The hell with romancin'
She's wet, wet, 
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!

(LA face with Oakland booty)
Baby got back!

I like 'em round, and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
'Cause silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Watchin' these bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas, I wanna get with ya
I won't cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *fuck*
Til the break of dawn
Baby got it goin' on
A lot of simps won't like this song
'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it
And I'd rather stay and play
'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on
So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah}
If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!}
Then turn around! Stick it out!
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back!

Baby got back!
Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin' 
to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none 
Unless you've got buns, hon
You can do side bends or sit-ups, 
But please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role 
And tell you that the butt ain't go
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that!
'Cause your waste is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines:
You ain't it, Miss Thing!
Give me a sista, I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
'Cause his girls are on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And I pull up quick to get wit 'em
So ladies, if the butt is round,
And you want a triple X throw down,
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT
And kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back!

(Little in the middle but she got much back) [4x]

Baby One More Time

Oh baby baby, Oh baby baby

Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know 
that something wasn't right here 
Oh baby baby, I shouldn't have let you go 
and now you're out of sight, yeah 
show me how you want it to be 
tell me baby cuz I need to know now 
oh, because

CHORUS 
My loneliness is killin me (and I) 
I must confess I still believe (still believe) 
When I'm not with you I lose my mind 
give me a sign, 
hit me baby one more time! 

Oh baby, baby, the reason I breathe is you 
Boy you've got me blinded 
Oh pretty baby, there's nothin that I wouldn't do 
It's not the way I planned it 

Show me how you want it to be 
tell me baby cuz I need to know now 
oh, because

CHORUS 

Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know 
Oh pretty baby, I shouldn't have let you go 

I must confess that my loneliness 
is killin me now 
don't you know I still believe 
that you will be here 
to give me a sign 
hit me baby one more time

CHORUS 

I must confess (my loneliness) 
that my loneliness(is killing me) 
Is killing me now(I must confess) 
Don't you know I still believe (still believe)
that you will be here (im losin my mind)
to give me a sign...
hit me baby one more time!

Baidin Fheilimi

Baidin Fheilimi, d'imigh go Gabhla, 
Baidin Fheilimi ' s Feilimi ann, 
Baidin Fheilimi D ' imigh go Gabhla
Baidin Fheilimi 's, Feilimi ann.  

Baidin bideach, baidin beosach, Baidin boidheach, 
baidin Fheilimi,Baidin direach, baidin deontach, 
Baidin Fheilimi 's Feilimi ann.

Baidin Fheilimi d ' imigh go Trocaigh,
Baidin Fheilimi 's Feilime ann.  X2

Baikin Fheilimi briseadh i dToraigh,
Baidin Fheilimi ' s Feilimi ann.  X2

Ball of Inverness

There were four and twenty virgins at the Ball of Inverness,
And after the Ball was over there were four and twenty less.

Chorus
With your balls against your partner and your ass against the wall,
If you don't get laid on Saturday night you won't get laid at all.

The village granny she was there, sittin' by the fire,
Knitting contraceptives out of worn out Dublin tyres.

Chorus

The village blacksmith he was there with his balls of brass,
He lined 'em up against the walls and bate 'em up the...,

Chorus

The village doctor he was there, sittin' on the gate,
Teaching all the eight year olds how to masturbate.

Chorus

The village Bishop he was there, with his purple shroud,
Hanging from the chandelier and pissin' on the crowd.

Chorus

The village cripple he was there, he couldn't do that much,
He lined 'em up against the wall, and bate 'em with his crutch.

Chorus ( Big Cresendo )

Barry's Song

You fill up our senses like a streaker in football,
On the mountains on Sunday you dance up the hill,
If you were lost in a desert, you'd make the clouds cry with laughter,
You pay no expenses, send Bryan the bill.

Come let us join you, in a song from the back rows,
Let us drown in your laughter, we'll sing of chickens on farms,
And when you pick up the gee-tar, we are like rabbits in headlights,
Come let us love you, only on weekends.

Beidh Aonach Amárach

Beidh aonach amárach i gcontae an Chláir (x3)
Cén mhaith dom é - ní bheidh me ann

Curfá:
A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé? (x3)
A mhúirnín é, ná héiligh é.

Níl tú a deich nó a haondéag fós (x3)
Nuair a bheidh tu trídeag, beidh tú mór

Táimse i ngra le gréansaí bróg (x3)
Mar bhfaighe mé é ní bheidh me beo

B'fhearr liom féin mo ghréasaí bróg (x3)
Ná oifigeach airm gona lásaí óir


Biddy Mulligan

I'm a buxom fine widow, I live in a spot
In Dublin they call it the Coombe
My shops and my stalls are laid out in the street
And my palace consists of one room
I sell apples and oranges nuts and split peas
Bananas and sugar stick sweet
On a Saturday night I sell second hand clothes
From the floor of my stall in the street.

CHORUS
You may travel from Clare to the County Kildare
From Frances Street back to the Coombe
But where would you find a fine widow like me
Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe, my boys,
Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe.

I sell fish on a Friday spread out on a board
The finest you'd find in the sea
But the best is my herrings, fine Dublin bay herrings
There's herrings for dinner and tea
I have a son Mick he's great on the flute
He plays in the Longford Street Band
It would do your heart good to see him march out
On a Sunday for Dollymount Strand.

In the Park on a Sunday I make quite a dash
The neighbours look on with surprise
With my Aberdeen shawlie thrown over my head
I dazzle the sight of their eyes
At Patrick Street corner for sixty four years
I've stood and no one can deny
That while I stood there no one could dare
To say black was the white of my eye.


Black Is The Colour

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair.
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands.

I love my love and well she knows 
I love the ground whereon she goes
I hope the day it soon would come
When she and I will be as one.

I go to the Clyde I mourn and weep
For satisfied I ne'er can be
I write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer her death a thousand times.


Black Velvet Band

T'was in the town of Tralee
As apprenticeship to trade I was bound
With plenty of bright amusement
To see the days go round
Till misfortune and trouble came over me
Which caused me to stray from land
far away from me friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band

CHORUS
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, 
you'd think she was queen of the land
With her hair thrown over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band.

As I was walking down Broadway
Not intending to stay very long
I met with a frolicsome damsel
As she came tripping along.
A watch she pulled out of her pocket
And slipped it right into my hand
On the very first day I met her 
Bad luck to the black velvet band.

CHORUS

Before the judge and jury, 
the both of us had to appear
A gentleman swore to the jewellery, 
and the case against us was clear.
For seven long years transportation
Right over to Van Diemen's land
Far away from my friends and companions
To follow the black velvet band.

CHORUS

Come all you brave, young Irish lads,
A warning take by me,
Beware of all the pretty young damsels
That are knocking around in Tralee
They'll treat you to the whiskey and porter
Until you're unable to stand
And before you have time to for to leave them
You're bound for Van Diemens land.

CHORUS


Blowing in the Wind

How many roads must a man walk down 
before you call him a man?
Yes 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail 
before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes 'n' how many times must the canon balls fly 
before they're forever banned?
The answer my friend is blowing' in the wind, 
the answer is blowing' in the wind.

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

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


Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life, is this just fantasy, 
caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
(because I'm) easy come, easy go, a little high, a little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me.
Mama just killed a man, put a gun against his head,
pulled my trigger now he's dead
Mama, life has just begun,
but now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.

Too late, my time has come, sends shivers down my spine, body's  aching all the time
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go, gotta leave it all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.

I see a little silhouette of a man Scaramouche, Scaramouche
Will you do the fandango, thunderbolt and lightening very very
frightening me

Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Figaro magnifico
I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me, he's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from his monstrosity, 
Easy come easy go will you let me go
No we will not let you go, let him go, Bismillah! Bismillah!
We will not let you go, let him go, never will not let you go, 
ah let me go
Ah! no no no no no no no oh Mamma mia
Mama mia mama mia let me go.

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters anyone can see, nothing really 
matters to me.


Botany Bay

CHORUS
Farewell to your bricks and mortar, 
farewell to your dirty lies.
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks, 
to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin she's lying at the Quay,
to take oul Pat with a shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay

I'm on my way down to the quay where the ship at anchor lays
To command a gang of navvies that they told me to engage
I thought I'd drop in for a drink before I went away
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay.

The boss came up this morning he says: well Pat you know
If you don't get your navvies out I'm afraid you'll have to go
So I asked him for my wages and demanded all my pay
For I told him straight, I'm going to emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay.

And when I reach Australia I'll go and look for gold
There's plenty there for the digging of, or so I have been told
Or else I'll go back to my trade and a hundred bricks I'll lay
Because I live for an eight hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay.

Bottle Hymn of the Repulsive
(Tune: "John Brown's Body")

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the opening of the Tun,
I have bought a pint of cider when the night had just begun,
I have been three-quarters plastered ere the sinking of the sun,
And my soul goes drinking on.

CHORUS  Praise the mighty Church of Yurinn,
        Praise the mighty Church of Yurinn,
        Praise the mighty Church of Yurinn,
        For its soul goes drinking on.

I have stood on draughty platforms waiting for the final train,
I have kipped on Bastards' couches and sustained severest strain,
And been ready one week later to endure it all again,
And my soul goes drinking on.

CHORUS

I have faced the times of hardship when the pubs were running dry,
When I heard about the draymen's strike a tear stood in my eye,
And when the Hold ran out of cider I was sure that I would die,
But my soul went drinking on.

CHORUS

For the mighty Church of Yurinn is a symbol to the brave,
A defence against the lertish hordes in search of souls to save,
Anyone can be a Bastard, man or woman, peer or knave,
And the Church goes drinking on.

CHORUS

In the bogs of Lesser Kastath it was born across the sea,
It was brought to Earth in secret through the game of D & D,
Though the lerts may make us holy, yet the Church will make us free
And our souls go drinking on.

CHORUS

(For the Church of Yurinn, see "THREE YURINNIC SONGS". "Lert"=a
 non-Yurinnic person, a killjoy or dullard.)

Bridge Over Troubled Waters

When you're weary,feelin' small:
When tears are in your eyes, 
I'll dry them all
I'm on your side, oh when times get rough:
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled waters:I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled waters:I will lay me down.

When you're down and out,when you're on the street:
When evening falls so hard,I will comfort you
I'll take your part,oh,when darkness comes     
And pain is all around,Like a bridge etc...
Sail on silver bird sail on by:
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way,See how they shine,
Oh,if you need a friend:I'm sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind


Bucket of Mountain Dew

Let the grasses grow and the waters flow
in a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare ould stuff
that's made near Galway Bay
Come one and all from Donegal,
from  Sligo and Leitrim too,
We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
of the real old Mountain Dew.

CHORUS 
 Hi diddel idle dum diddle doodle idle dum
 Diddle doori diddli de  

There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill, 
where the smoke curls up to the sky,
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell,
that there's poitin boys close by,
For it fills the air with a perfume rare,
and betwixt both me and you 
As home we roll, we can drink a bowl,
or a bucketful of mountain dew.

Now learned men as use the pen,
have writ the praises high
Of the rare poitin from Ireland green, 
distilled from wheat and rye
Away with yer pills, it'll cure all ills, 
be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew
So take off your coat and grease your throat, 
with a bucketful of mountain dew.


Bunch of Thyme

Come all you maidens young and fair
All you that are blooming in your prime
And always beware to keep your garden fair
Let no man steal away your thyme.

CHORUS:
For thyme it is a precious thing
And thyme brings all things to my mind,
Thyme with all its flavours along with all its joys,
Thyme brings all things to my mind.

Once I had a bunch of thyme,
I thought it never would decay
Then came a lusty sailor who chanced to pass my way,
And stole my bunch of thyme away. 

The sailor gave to me a rose,
A rose that never will decay
He gave it to me to keep me reminded
Of when he stole my thyme away.   

California Dreaming

All the leaves are brown (All the leaves are brown)
And the sky is grey (And the sky is grey)
I've been for a walk (I've been for a walk)
On a winter's day (On a winter's day)
I'd be safe and warm (I'd be safe and warm) 
If I was in L.A. (If I was in L.A.)

California dreaming (California dreaming)
On such a winter's day...

Stopped into a church
I passed along the way
Well, I got down on my knees (Got down on my knees) 
And I pretend'd to pray (I pretend'd to pray)
You know the preacher likes the cold (Preacher likes the cold)
He knows I'm gonna stay (Knows I'm gonna stay)

California dreaming (California dreaming)
On such a winter's day... 

All the leaves are brown (All the leaves are brown)
And the sky is grey (And the sky is grey)
I've been for a walk (I've been for a walk)
On a winter's day (On a winter's day)
If I didn't tell her (If I didn't tell her) 
I could leave today (I could leave today)

California dreaming (California dreaming)
On such a winter's day...
California dreaming
On such a winter's day...
California dreaming
On such a winter's day...

CarrickFergus

I wish I was in Carrickfergus, 
only for nights on Ballygrant.
I would swim over the deepest ocean, 
the deepest ocean for my love to find,
But the sea is wide and I can't 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 is the grass, my bed is free,
Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus, 
on that long road down to the sea.

Ah but in Kilkenny it is reported 
there are marble stones there as black as ink
With gold and silver I did 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.


Cliffs of Dooneen

You may travel far, far from your own native home,
Far away o'er the mountains, far away o'er the foam;
But of all the fine places that I've ever been,
Oh there's none can compare with the Cliffs of Dooneen.

It's a nice place to be on a fine summer's day,
Watching all the wild flowers that ne're do decay,
The hares and the rabbits are all plain to be seen,
Making homes for their young 'round the Cliffs of Doneen.

Take a view o'er the mountains, fine sights you'll see there,
You'll see high rocky mountains on the west coast of Clare,
The towns of Kilrush and Kilkee can be seen
From the high rocky slopes 'round the Cliffs of Dooneen.

Fare thee well to Dooneen, fare thee well for a while,
And to all the fine people I'm leaving behind;
To the streams and the meadows where late I have been,
And the high rocky slopes round the Cliffs of Dooneen

Climber Boy

He was a boy, she was a girl Can I make it anymore obvious?
He was a climber,she did walking What more can I say? 
He wanted her, she'd never tell secretly she wanted him as well. 
But all of her friends stuck up there nose they had a problem with his powerstrech. 

He was a climbing boy, she said see ya later boy 
he wasn't good enough for her she had a pretty face, 
but her head was up in the reeks she needed to come back 
down to the wall down in the gym. 

five years from now, she sits at home feeding the baby she's all alone 
she turns on tv guess who she sees climber boy rockin' up the north face of the eiger. 
she calls up her friends,they already know and they've all got tickets to see his lecture tour 
she tags along and stands in the crowd looks up at the man that she turned down. 

He was a climbing boy,she said see ya later boy he wasn't good enough for her 
now he's a super star slapin' on his chalk does your pretty face see what he's 
worth? 

sorry girl but you missed out well tuff luck that boys mine now we are 
more than just good friends this is how the story ends too bad that you couldn't 
see see that man that boy could be there is more that meets the eye I see the 
soul that is inside 

He's just a boy, and i'm just a girl can I make it anymore 
obvious? we are in love, haven't you heard how we rock each others world I'm 
with the climbing boy, I said see ya later boy i'll be at the crag afterwards 
i'll be at a cliff face naming the route we first ascended about a girl you used 
to know 

Cockles And Mussels

In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so pretty  
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow 
through streets broad and narrow,
Crying Cockles and Mussels, Alive alive oh!

Chorus:
Alive alive oh,
Alive alive oh,
Crying cockles and mussels, 
Alive alive oh.

She was a fishmonger,
but sure 'twas no wonder
for so were her father and mother before,
And they both wheel'd their barrows 
through streets broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and Mussels,Alive alive oh!

She died of a fever 
and no one could save her,
and that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow
through streets broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and Mussels,Alive alive oh !


Country Roads
       

Almost heaven , West Virginia
The Blue Ridge Mountains, the Shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowin' like a breeze

Country roads, take me home, 
 to the place I belong
 West Virginia, mountain momma,
 take me home, country roads

All my memories gather round her
Miners lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty painted on the sky
Mystic taste of moonshine, tear drops in my eyes

I hear her voice in the morning how she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
Drivin' down the road I get a feelin' 
that I should be home Yesterday     yesterday.


Danny Boy

Oh Danny Boy, the pipes the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountain side
The summers gone and all the roses fallen
Tis you tis you must go and I must bide
But come ye back when summers in the meadow
Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow
Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
On Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy I love you so.

And when ye come and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear though soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer sweeter be
If you will bend and tell me that you love me
Then I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.


Delirium Tremens

I dreamt a dream the other night I couldn't sleep a wink,
the rats were trying to count the sheep and 
I was off the drink,
there were footsteps in the parlour and voices on the stairs
I was climbing up the wall and moving round the chairs
I looked out from under the blanket and up at the fireplace
The Pope and J.F. Kennedy were staring in me face,
Suddenly it dawned on me I was gettin' the old DT's
when the Child o' Prague began to dance 
around the mantelpiece.

Goodbye to the Port and Brandy, 
to the Vodka and the Stag,
to the Schmiddick and the Harpic, 
the bottle draught and keg.
As I sat lookin' up at the Guinness ad 
I could never figure out 
how your man stayed up on the surfboard 
after 14 pints of stout.

Well I swore upon the bible 
I'd never touch a drop
My heart was palpitatin' 
I was sure 'twas going to stop,
thinkin' I was dyin' 
I gave my soul to God to keep
A tenner to St. Anthony 
to help me get to sleep.
I fell into an awful nightmare 
and got a dreadful shock
When I dreamt there was no duty free 
at the airport down in Knock,
Ian Paisley was sayin' the rosary 
and Nora Bennis was on the pill,
Finbar Wright was gargled 
and singin' Spancil Hill.

I dreamt that Mr Haughey
 had recaptured Crossmaglen
then Garret got reelected 
and gave it back again.
Dick Spring and Roger Casement 
were on board the Marita Ann
as she sailed into Fenit 
they were singin' Banna Strand,
I dreamt Archbishop McNamara 
was on Spike Island for 3 nights
havin' been arrested 
for supportin' travellers rights,
I dreamt that Ruari Quinn was smokin' 
marijuana in the Dail
and Barry Desmond handin' Frenchies out 
to the scuts in Fianna Fail.

I dreamt of Nell McCafferty and Mary Kenny too
the things that we got up to, but I'm not tellin' you,
I dreamt I was in a jacussi along with Alice Glenn
'twas them I knew I'd never ever ever drink again.

repeat CHORUS


Derry Air

In my memory, I will always see, 
the town that I have loved so well,
Where our school played ball by the Gas yard wall,
And we laughed through the smoke and the smell.
Going home in the rain, running up the dark lane,
Past the jail and down behind the fountain
Those were happy days in so many many ways
In the town I love so well.

In the early morning the Shirt Factory horn
Called women from Creggan, the Moor and the Bog,
While the men on the dole played the mother's role
Fed the children and then walked the dog;
And when times got rough there was just about enough,
But they saw it through without complaining
For deep inside was a burning pride
For the town I love so well.

There was music there in the Derry air
Like a language that we could all understand
I remember the day when I earned my first pay
As I played in the small pick up band
There I spent my youth, and to tell you the truth
I was sad to leave it all behind me
For I'd learned about life and I'd found me a wife,
In the town I loved so well.

But when I returned, how my eyes were burned
To see how a town could be brought to its knees
By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars
And the gas that hangs on to every breeze
Now the army's installed by the old Gas-yard wall
And that damned barbed wire gets higher and higher.
With their tanks and guns, oh my God what have they done
To the town I love so well.

Now the music is gone but they still carry on
Though their spirit's bruised but never broken
They will not forget for their hearts are all set
On tomorrow and peace once again.
For what's done is done, and what's won is won
And what's lost is lost and gone forever
I can only pray for a brand new day
In the town I love so well.


Dicey Riley

Oh poor aul Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup
Poor aul Dicey Riley she will never give it up
For it's off each morning to the hock
And she nips in for another little drop
Ah the heart of the roll is Dicey Riley.

She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air,
And then it's down by Summerhill and the people stop and stare,
She says its nearly half past one, 
and its time I had another little one
Ah the heart of the roll is Dicey Riley.

She owns a little sweet-shop 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 drop,
Ah the heart of the roll is Dicey Riley.

Dingle Jingle - How Much Further?

How's it goin' there, everybody?
From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamady.
Here we are in the county Kerry,
A world away from Happy Gerry,
Mike Clifford's missing Andie's hand,
And Jenny's lookin' for a man.
Bryan Feeney's counting bills,
And Aidan's popping funny-pills.
Stephens charm will ne'er diminish,
Have you seen his new belle, I hear she's Finnish.

CHORUS:
Oh! How much further? How much... how much... 
how much? How much further?
Oh! How much further? How much... how much... 
how much? How much further?

The way we work is very simple,
It's easier than poppin' pimples.
Sunday is a day of rest,
So we put Jesus to the test.
We charge Him four pounds for the bus,
And ask Him that He do not curse.
Up the mountains to the heavens,
And back down to the pub for seven.
Uisce beatha mór gach duine,
Tá brón mhór orm le fuladh gloine.
Bodies battered, bruised and haggard,
It's a common sight in Ballintaggart.

repeat Chorus

We left for Dingle on a Friday night,
If ya missed the bus well that's tough shyte.
With P.J. Hammond you can't go wrong,
For ten pounds more he'd sing a song.
A ballad or a haunting air,
O Holy Night Rob, if you dare.
A song for those who've gone before us,
And t'hell with those who've stayed to bore us.
Sur' the poor ol' Yanks can't speak the language...
Is that TOMATO in my sandwich?

repeat CHORUS

The compass is what plots our course,
If that don't work we'll use the force.
We haven't lost a soul to date,
But that's not counting those we ate!
From bulling up the slopes of Scragg,
To posing naked for the RAG,
There's nothing that we will not do,
Except squeeze fifty people in a Port-a-Loo.
Nor BACKMARK for the flower pluckers...
Oh my God! What a bunch of...

repeat CHORUS

In every corner of the World,
Where worried shepards watch their herds,
There's folk like us, who for no reason,
Bull up mountains, in any season.
The more the wind and rain the better.
It may be cold so bring a sweater!
Pneumonia is the silent killer,
So please don't die 'til after dinner...
But I do believe we have a pair, 
Of medical sweethearts with us here...
"Amputate" says Diarmuid "That'll do!"
"Feck off" says Rachel "It's only the flu!"

repeat CHORUS

Now there's someone that I've left out,
The backbone of the club - NO DOUBT!
She may not be the best at spelling,
Climbs in her bra... but then... that's telling.
If there's a problem that can't be solved,
She jumps right in and gets involved.
She'll work the problem to it's feet,
All the better if she knocks out teeth.
So Mike, don't tete-a-tete with Ciara,
Or you'll be hearing Nee-Naw Nee-Naw Nee-Naw

She has a sense of humour too - apparently!

repeat CHORUS

Has anyone seen Tom-Tom Randal?
We'll hunt him down with a pick-axe handle!
Aidan Hannifin is takin' bets,
That Tom will never pay his debts.
Askea organised the bus here!
John and Helen represent the first years.
A pot of friendship that's soon to pop,
Come 'ere. Have yey seen Helen's Black Top?
Conor's gone to see New Zealand.
Thinks he'd do a better job than Warren Gatland.
So there's a mention for the committee...
I've left one out - Oh, that's me!

repeat CHORUS

This song is getting mighty boring,
I think I hear someone snoring!
So before the lynch mob begins to loom,
I'll hurry up and finish soon.
But one last thing I have to say,
One simple word, and I'll be on my way.
From countries far this word has travelled.
On Purple Mountain it was discovered.
It may wear boots - but it's not farmer...
It's Jerry's Word! It's...

Oh! Lumpensammler! Lumpen... Lumpen...
Lumpen... Lumpensammler. 
Oh! Lumpensammler! Lumpen... Lumpen...
Lumpen... Lumpensammler. 


Dirty Old Town

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

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

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

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


Do you want your ould Lobby Washed Down

I've a nice little cottage and a small bit of land
 and a place by the side of the sea.
And I care about no one  because I believe
that nobody cares about me.
My peace is destroyed and I'm fairly 
by a lassie who works in the town.
She sighs every day as she passes the way, 
do you want your old lobby washed down.

CHORUS:
Do you want your old lobby washed down Con Shine; 
do you want your old lobby washed down. 
She sighs every day as she passes the way, 
do you want your old lobby washed down.

The other day the old landlord came by for the rent: 
I told him no money had I,
Besides twasn't fair for to ask me to pay, 
the times were so awfully bad.
He felt discontented at not getting the rent; 
and he shook his big head in a frown.
Says he I'll take half but says I with a laugh; 
do you want your old lobby washed down.

Now the boys looks so bashful when they go out courting, 
they seem to look so very shy,
As to kiss a young maid, sure they seem half afraid
but they would if they could on the sly,
But me, I do things in a different way, 
I don't give a nod or a frown.
When I goes to court, I says here goes for a sport, 
do you want your old lobby washed down.


Down by the Sally Gardens

Down by the Sally Gardens my love and I did meet
She passed 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 would not agree.

In field 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.


Drunken Sailor

What shall we do with a drunken sailor (x3)
Ear-lye in the morning

CHORUS
Wey hey and up she rises (x3)
Ear-lye in the morning

Put in the life-boat until he's sober ....
Pull out the plug and wet him all over ....
Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him...
Heave him by the leg in a running bowline...
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm over...

Du Hast

Du...
Du hast...
Du hast mich... (4x)

......

Du...
Du hast...
Du hast mich...
Du hast mich...
Du hast mich gefragt...
Du hast mich gefragt...
Du hast mich gefragt, und ich hab nicht gesagt!

Willst du bis der tod euch scheide
Treu ihr sein fur alle tagen

NEIN!

NEIN!

Willst du bis der tod euch scheide
Treu ihr sein fur alle tagen

NEIN!

NEIN!

Du...
Du hast...
Du hast mich... (2x)

Du...
Du hast...
Du hast mich...
Du hast mich...
Du hast mich gefragt...
Du hast mich gefragt...
Du hast mich gefragt, und ich hab nicht gesagt!

Willst du bis der tod euch scheide
Treu ihr sein fur alle tagen

NEIN!

NEIN!

Willst du bis zum tod der scheide
Sie lieben auch in schlechten tagen

NEIN!

NEIN!

Willst du bis der tod euch scheide
Treu ihr sein.......

NEIN!

NEIN!

EnterSandman

Say your prayers little one 
Dont forget, my son 
To include everyone 
Tuck you in, warm within 
keep you free from sin 
till the sandman he comes 
sleep with one eye open 
gripping your pillow tight 

CHORUS 
Exit, light 
Enter, Night 
Take my hand 
we're off to never-never land 

Somethings wrong, shut the light 
heavy thoughts tonight 
And they aren't of snow white 
dreams of war, dreams of liars 
dreams of dragon's fire 
and of things that will bite 
sleep with one eye open 
gripping your pillow tight 

CHORUS 

SOLO 

Now I lay me down to sleep (x2) 
I pray the lord my soul to keep (x2) 
If i die before i wake (x2) 
I pray the lord my soul to take (x2) 

hush little baby, don't say a word 
never mind that noise you heard 
it's just the beasts under your bed 
in your closet, in your head 

CHORUS (replacing 'take....land with 'grain of sand) 
CHORUS (done the normal way) 

AD LIB TO FADE

Father And Son

It's not time to make a change, 
just relax, take it easy, 
you're still young, that's your fault, 
there's so much you have to know.  
Find a girl, settle down, 
if you want you can marry, 
look at me, I am old but I'm happy.

I was once like you are now, 
and I know that it's not easy 
to be calm when you've found 
something going on.  
But take your time, think a lot, 
think of everything you've got 
for you will still be here tomorrow 
but your dreams will not.

How can I try to explain?  
When I do he turns away again,
it's always been the same, same old story.  
From the moment I could talk
I was ordered to listen, 
now there's a way, and I know 
that I have to go away
I know,I have to go. 

All the times that I've cried, 
keeping all the things I knew inside,
it's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.  
If they were right I'd agree, 
but it's them they know not me, 
now there's a way, and I know
 I have to go away: I know I have to go.


Feelin' Groovy

Slow down you move too fast. 
You got to make the morning last.
Just kickin' down the cobblestones, 
Lookin' for fun and Feelin' Groovy.
Ba da da da da da da feelin' groovy

Hello lamppost, whatcha knowin', 
I've come to watch your flowers growin'
Ain'tcha got no rhymes for me?
Dootin' doodoo, Feelin' Groovy.
Ba da da da da da da feelin' groovy

Got no deeds to do, no promises to keep.
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me.
Life I love you all is groovy.
Ba da da da da da da feelin' groovy


Fiddler's Green

As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair,
To view the salt waters and taste the sea air,
I heard an old fisherman singing this song
'oh take me away boys my time is not long.

Wrap me up in me oil skins and blankets
 No more on the docks I'll be seen.
 Just tell me old ship mates, I'm taking a trip mates
 And I'll see you some day on Fiddlers Green

Now Fiddlers Green is a place I've heard tell
Where 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.

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

Now I don't want a harp nor a halo not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea.
And I'll play my old squeeze box as we sail along,
With the wind in the rigging, singing this song. 


Fields of Athenry

By lonely prison walls I heard a young girl calling
Michael they have taken you away 
For you stole Trevelyan'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 lonely prison walls I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters Mary when you're free
Against the famine and the crown
I rebelled,they struck me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity.

repeat CHORUS.

By a lonely harbour wall she watched the last star falling
and that prison ship sail out against the sky.
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray
for her love in Botany Bay,
in the lonely,lonely fields 'round Athenry.

repeat CHORUS


Fire and Rain

Just yesterday mornin' they let me know you were gone
Susan the plans they made put an end to you
I walked out this mornin' and I wrote down this song
I just can't remember who to send it to.

CHORUS:
I've seen fire and I've seen rain, 
I seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I seen lonely times when I could not find a friend 
but I always thought that I'd see you again.

Won't you look down upon me Jesus 
you got to help me make a stand
You just got to see me through another day
My body's achin' and my time is at hand, 
an' I won't make it any other way

repeat CHORUS

Been walkin' my mind to an easy time, 
my back turned towards the sun
Lord knows when the cold wind blows 
it'll turn your head around
Well there's hours of time on the telephone line
to talk about things to come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground.

repeat CHORUS


Flower of Scotland

Oh flower of Scotland, when will we see your like again That fought and died for yon wee bit and glen.
That stood against him (gainst who) proud Edward's army
and sent him homeward to think again.

The hills are bare now and autumn leaves lie thick and still
On land that is lost now, that was so dearly held,
That stood against him ('gainst who) proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward to think again

Those days are past now and in the past they will remain
But we can still rise now and be that nation again,
That stood against him ('gainst who) proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward to think again.

Gett Off (by Prince)

How can I put this in a way so as not to offend or unnerve
There's a rumor goin' all round that u ain't been gettin' served
They say that u ain't u know what
In baby who knows how long
It's hard 4 me 2 say what's right
When all I wanna do is wrong

Gett off - 23 positions in a 1 night stand
Gett off - I'll only call u after if u say I can
Gett off - let a woman be a woman and a man be a man
Gett off - I u want 2 baby here I am (here I am)

I clocked the jizz from a friend
Of yours named vanessa bet (bet)
She said u told her a fantasy
That got her all wet (wet)
Something about a little box with a
Mirror and a tongue inside
What she told me then got me so hot
I knew that we could slide

Gett off - 23 positions in a 1 night stand
Gett off - I'll only call u after if u say I can
Gett off - let a woman be a woman and a man be a man
Gett off - I u want 2 baby here I am (here I am)

Gett off (gett off)

1 2 3 - nah, little cutie, I ain't drinkin' (gett off)
Scope this, I was just thinkin'
U + me, what a ride
If u was thinkin' the same
We could continue outside (gett off)
Lay your pretty body against a parkin' meter
Strip your dress down
Like I was strippin' a peter paul's almond joy
Lemme show u baby I'm a talented boy

Everybody grab a body
Pump it like u want somebody

Gett off (gett off)

So here we-so here we-so here we are, here we are (g-g-gett off)
In my paisley crib
Whatcha want 2 eat? ribs
Ha, toy, I don't serve ribs...
U better be happy that dress is still on
I heard the rip when u sat down

Honey them hips is gone
That's alright, I clock 'em that way
Remind me of something james used to say...

I like 'em fat
I like 'em proud
Ya gotta have a mother for me

Now move your big ass 'round this way
So I can work on that zipper, baby
Tonight your a star
And I'm the big dipper

(kick it)

(gett off)

(gett off)

How can I put this in a way so as not to offend or unnerve (gett off)
There's a rumor goin' all round that u ain't been gettin' served (gett off)
They say that u ain't u know what
In baby who knows how long (gett off)
It's hard 4 me 2 say what's right
When all I wanna do is wrong

Gett off - 23 positions in a 1 night stand
Gett off - I'll only call u after if u say I can
Gett off - let a woman be a woman and a man be a man
Gett off - I u want 2 baby here I am

Come on

Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off


Ghost Riders in the Sky

An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
Ploughin through the ragged skies and up the cloudy draw

Their brands were still on fire 
and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny 
and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him 
as they thundered through the sky
 For he saw the riders coming hard 
and he heard their mournful cry.

Yippee-I-ay, yippee-I-ooh
Ghost riders in the sky.

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, 
their shirts all soaked with sweat,
They're riding hard to catch that herd 
but they ain't caught them yet
Cos they've got to ride forever 
on that range up in the sky
Their horses snorting fire 
as they ride onto their cry.

Yippee-I-ay, yippee-I-ooh
Ghost riders in the sky.

As the riders rode on by him, 
he heard one cry his name
If you want to save your soul from hell, 
a riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways 
or with us you will ride 
Trying to catch the devil's herd
 across these evil skies.

Yippee-I-ay, yippee-I-ooh
Ghost riders in the sky.


Green Fields of France

Well how do you do young Willie McBride,
Do you mind if I sit here down by your grave-side,
And rest for a while neath the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done.
I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fallen in 1916.
I hope you died well and I hope you died clean,
Or young Willie McBride was it slow and obscene.

CHORUS:

Did they beat the drums slowly, 
Did they play the pipes lowly,
Did they sound the death march, 
As they lowered you down.
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest.

Did you leave a young wife or sweetheart behind,
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined.
Although you died back in 1915, 
In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen.
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Enclosed and forever behind the glass frame,
Of an old photograph torn, battered and stained,
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame.

repeat CHORUS

The sun now it shines on the Green Fields of France,
As a warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance.
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds,
There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard, it's still no-mans land,
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand.
To mans blind indifference to his fellow man,
To a whole generation that was butchered and damned.

repeat CHORUS

Well Willie McBride I can't help wonder why,
Do all those that lie here know why they died.
Or did they believe when they answered the call,
Did they really believe that this war would end wars.
For the sorrow the suffering the glory the pain,
The killing and dying were all done in vain.
For young Willie McBride it all happened again,
And again and again and again and again.

repeat CHORUS


Green Green Grass of Home

The old home town looks the same 
as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
Its good to touch the green green grass of home.

CHORUS:
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, 
arms reachin' smilin' sweetly
Its good to touch the green green grass of home.

The old house is still standing
 'tho the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree I used to play on 
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
Its good to touch the green green grass of home.

SPOKEN:	Then I awake and look around me
at four grey walls that surround me  
And I realise that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and theres a sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green green grass of home.

FINAL CHORUS:
Yes, they'll all come to see me 
in the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home.


HAKA
(TE RAUPAROTA'S HAKA)

Ka mate, ka mate, ka ora ka ora
Ka mate, ka mate, ka ora ka ora
Tenei te torgata !
Puhuru Puhuru
Nga nga e whiti wenhaka whiti te Ra
A Hapore a hapore
A hapore, kapore whiti te Ra !

Rough translation

O death, O death, this life this life
O death, O death, this life this life
Behold !
There he stands
The man who will lead us into the sun
One upward step, another upward step
One last upward step, step into the sun
The sun that shines !

Hallelujah
By L. Cohen

I've heard there was
A secret chord
That David played, and
It pleased the Lord
But you don't really care
For music, do you?
It goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king
Composing Hallelujah 

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah 

Your faith was strong
But you needed proof
You saw her bathing
On the roof
Her beauty and the
Moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne
And she cut your hair
And from your lips
She drew the Hallelujah 

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah 

Maybe I've been here before
I know this room
I've walked this floor
I used to live alone
Before I knew you
I've seen your flag
On the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and
It's a broken Hallelujah 

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah 

There was a time
You let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show
It to me, do you?
I remember when
I moved in, you
Your holy dark
Was moving too
And every breath we drew
Was Hallelujah 

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah 

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever
Learned from love
Was how to shoot
At someone
Who outdrew you
It's not a cry
You can hear at night
It's not somebody
Who's seen the light
It's a cold and
It's a broken Hallelujah 

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah 

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah


He ain't Heavy He's My Brother

The road is long with many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where: But I'm strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain't heavy he's my brother.

So on we go his welfare is my concern
No burden is he to bear we'll get there
For I know he would not encumber me
He ain't heavy he's my brother.

If I'm laden at all, I'm laden with sadness
That everyone's heart isn't filled with gladness
Of love for one another.

It's a long long road from which there is no return
While we're on the way to there, why not share
And the load doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy he's my brother.


Help me Make it Through the Night

Take the ribbon from your hair, shake it loose and let it fall
Lay'in soft upon my skin, like on the shadows on the wall,
Come and lay down by my side, 'till the early morning light
All I'm taking is your time, help me make it through the night.

CHORUS
I don't care who's right or wrong, I don't try to understand
Let the devil take tomorrow,Lord tonight I need a friend.
Yesterday is dead and gone and tomorrow's out of sight
And its so sad to be alone, help me make it through the night.


Homeward Bound

I'm sitting in the railway station
Got a ticket for my destination
On a tour of one night stands
My suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
for a poet and a one man band

CHORUS
Homeward bound, I wish I was homeward bound
Home, where my thoughts are escaping
Home, where my music's playing
Home where my love lies waiting silently for me

Every day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines
And each town looks the same to me
The movies and the factories
And every strangers face I see
Reminds me that I long to be

 repeat CHORUS

Tonight I sing my songs again
I'll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me
In shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me

repeat CHORUS


Horse with No Name

On the first part of the journey,
 I was looking at all the life
there were plants and birds and rocks and things,
there was sand and hills and rain.
The first thing I saw was a fly with no buzz
 and a sky with no clouds,
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
but the air was full of sound

CHORUS: 
You see, I've been through the desert
 on a horse with no name,
 It felt good to get out of the rain,
 In the desert, you can remember your name,
 'Cause there ain't no one to give you no pain,
  La,la,la,la,la,la,La,la,La,la,la  (x2)

After two days in the desert sun, 
my skin began to turn red,
After three days in the desert sun, 
I was looking at a river bed.
Now the story is told of a river that flowed,
Made me sad to think it was dead.

repeat CHORUS.


After nine days, I let the horse run free
 cause the desert had turned to sea,
There were plants and birds and rocks and things,
there was sand and hills and rain.
the ocean is a desert with it's life underground
and the perfect disguise above,
Under the cities beats a heart in the ground 
but the humans will give no love.

repeat CHORUS


House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans,
they call the rising sun,
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
and God I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor, 
she sewed my new blue jeans,
My father was a gambling man,
way down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a drunkard needs,
is a suitcase and a trunk,
And the only time he's satisfied,
is when he's down and drunk.

Now mothers warn your children,
not to do what I have done,
To live your life in pain and misery,
In the house of the rising sun.

I've one foot on the platform,
The other on the train,
I'm going back to New Orleans,
to wear that ball and chain.

(repeat first verse again)


I am Sailing

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

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

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

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


I Don't Like Mondays

The silicone chip inside her head 
got switched to overload 
and nobody's gonna go to school today 
she's gonna make them stay at home
and Daddy doesn't understand it
he always said she was as good as gold

CHORUS 
And he can see no reason, 
'cause there are no reasons
what reasons do you need to be shown? 
Tell me why!I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why!I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why! I don't like Mondays,
I want to shoot the whole day down .

The telex machine is kept so clean 
and it types to a waiting world, 
nd Mother feels so shocked and this world is rocked 
and the thoughts turn to their own little girl, 
sweet 16 and a peachy keen -
now I ain't so mean to admit defeat

 repeat CHORUS

And now the playing has stopped in the playground now, 
she wants to play with the boys awhile, 
and school's out early and soon we'll be learning
 that the lesson today is how to die 
and the speaker crackles and the captain cackles 
with the hounds awhile 
and he can see no reasons, 
'cause there are no reasons, 
what reasons do you need to die, die,die? 

tell me why I don't like , 
I don't like, I don't like, 
I don't like Mondays, 
tell me why I don't like, 
I don't like, I don't like, 
I don't like Mondays,  
tell me why I don't like, 
I don't like, I don't like, 
I don't like Mondays,  
I want to shoo...oot the whole day down... oohh!


I Wish I was Back Home in Derry

In 1803 we sailed out to sea, 
out from the sweet town of Derry,
For Australia bound if we didn't all drown, 
the marks of our fetters we carried. 
In our rusty iron chains we cried for our wains, 
our good women we left in sorrow.  
As the main sails unfurled our curses we hurled  
on the English and thoughts of tomorrow.

At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil, 
as down below decks we were lying. 
O'Doherty screamed woken out of a dream by a 
vision of bold Robert dying.
The sun burnt us cruel as we dished out the gruel, 
Dan O'Connor was down with a fever. 
Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay how many 
will reach their receiver.
Oh I wish I was back home in Derry  (x2)

I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell, 
our ship danced like a moth in the firelight. 
White horses rode high as the devil passed by, 
taking souls to Hades by twilight.
Five weeks out to sea we were now forty three, 
we buried our comrades each morning.
In our own slime we were lost in a time, 
endless nights without dawning.

CHORUS

Van Diemens land is a hell for a man 
to live out his whole life in slavery. 
Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law,
neither wind nor rain care for bravery.
Twenty years have gone by, I've ended my bond, 
my comrades ghosts walk behind me. 
A rebel I came and I'm still the same 
on the cold wind of night you will find me.
CHORUS


I'll Tell My Ma

I'll tell me ma when I go home, 
the boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and they stole my comb, 
well that's alright till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty, 
she is the belle of Belfast City.
She is courting one two three, 
please won't you tell me who is she.

Albert Mooney says he loves her,
 all the boys are fighting for her
They knock at the door and they ring at the bell 
saying o my true love are you well.
Out she comes, as white as snow,
 rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
Old Johnny Murray says she'll die
 if she doesn't get the girl with the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high,
and the snow come tumbling from the sky,
She's as nice 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 goes home,
Let them all come as they will, 
for it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

repeat first verse    


I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane

All my bags are packed I'm ready to go,
I'm standing here outside your door,
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye,
but the dawn is breaking - it's early morn,
the taxi's waiting he's blowing his horn,
Already I'm so lonesome I could die.

CHORUS:
So kiss me and smile for me,
tell me that you'll wait for me -
hold me like you'll never let me go
 'cause I'm leaving on a jet plane,
don't know when I'll be back again,
Oh baby I hate to go.

There's so many times I've let you down,
So many times I've fucked around,
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing,
Every place I go I'll think of you
Every song I sing I'll sing for you,
When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring.

 repeat CHORUS

Now the time has come to leave you,
one more time please let me kiss you,
then close your eyes and I'll be on my way,
Dream about the days to come,
when I won't have to leave you alone,
about the times I won't have to say :

 repeat CHORUS


Imagine

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today aha

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't be hard to do
nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace aha

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will live as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world aha

You may say I'm a dreaming


In the Town of Ballybay

In the town of Bally Bay
There was a lassie dwellin' 
I knew her very well 
and the tale it were a tellin' 
her father had a still 
he was a good distiller 
but when she took a drink 
the devil couldn't fill her 

Chorus: 
ringa-dinga dum 
a'ringa-dinga daddio' 
ringa-dinga dum 
fol-a whack fol-a laddio' 

She had a wooden leg 
that was hollow down the middle 
she tied it with some string 
and she played it like a fiddle 
she fiddled in the hall 
she fiddled in the alley way 
she didn't give a damn 
'cause she had to piddle any way 

She said she wouldn't dance 
unless she had her Wellies on 
but when she had 'em on 
she could dance as well as anyone 
she wouldn't go to bed 
unless she had her chemise on 
but when she had it on 
she'd go to bed with anyone

She had lovers by the score 
she had Tom-n-Dick-n-Harry 
she courted night and day 
and yet she wouldn't marry 
but then she fell in love 
with the fella' with the stammer 
when he tried to run away 
she hit him with a hammer 

She had children up the stairs 
she had children in the boyer 
another ten or twelve 
sittin' rollin' by the fire 
she fed them on potatoes 
and soup she made from nettles 
and lumps of hairy bacon 
that she boiled up in the kettle 

She had led a sheltered life 
eatin' porridge and black puddin' 
she terrorized her man 
until he died right sudden 
when her husband died 
she was feeling kind of sorry 
so she rolled him in a sack 
and threw him in the quarry 


Johnny Jump Up

I'll tell you a story that happened to me
One day as I went down to Youghal by the sea.
The sun it was bright and the day it was warm
Says I: a quiet pint wouldn't do me no harm.

I went in and I called for a bottle of stout
Says the barman: I'm sorry all the beer is sold out.
Try whiskey or Paddy, ten years in the wood
Says I: I'll try cider I hear that it's good.

CHORUS:
Oh never, oh never, oh never again,
If I live to a hundred or a hundred and ten
For I fell to the ground and I couldn't get up
After drinking a quart of the Johnny Jump Up.

After leaving the third I went to the yard
Where I bumped into Brophy, the big civic guard.
Come here to me boy, don't you know I'm the law
I upped with my fist and I shattered his jaw.

He fell to the ground with his knees doubled up
But it wasn't I hit him, 'twas Johnny Jump Up.
The next thing I met down in Youghal by the sea
Was a cripple on crutches and says he to me:
         
I'm afraid of me life I'll be hit by a car
Won't you help me across to the Railways Men's Bar
After drinking a quart of that cider so sweet
He threw down his crutches and danced in the street.

 repeat CHORUS

I went up to the Lee road a friend for to see
And they call it the mad house in Cork by the Lee
But I when I got up there, the truth I do tell,
They had the poor bugger locked up in a cell.

Said the guard, testing him, say these words if you can
Around the rugged rock the ragged rascal ran.
Tell them I'm not crazy, tell them I'm not mad.
It was only a sup of the cider I had.

 repeat CHORUS

A man died in the Union by the name of McNabb
They washed him and laid him outside on a slab
And after O'Connor his measurements did take
His wife took him home to a bloody fine wake.

About twelve o'clock and the beer it was high
When the corpse he sat up and says he with a sigh
I can't get to heaven they won't let me up
Till I bring them a quart of the Johnny Jump Up.

repeat CHORUS.


Joy To The World

Jeremiah was a bullfrog
Was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him drink his wine
He always had some mighty fine wine

Chorus :

Joy to the world 
All the boys and girls
Joy to fishes in the bright blue sea 
Joy to you and me

If I were the king of the world
I tell you what I'd do
I'd throw away the carsand the bars and the wars
And make sweet love to you.


Just The Way You Are

Don't go changing to try and please me
You never let me down before
I don't imagine you're too familiar 
And I don't see you anymore
I would not leave you in times of trouble
We never could have come this far
I took the good times I'll take the bad times
I'll take you just the way you are.

Don't go trying some new fashion
Don't change the colour of your hair
You always have my unspoken passion
Although I might not seem to care
I don't want clever conversation
I never want to work that hard
I just want someone that I can talk to 
I want you just the way you are.

I need to know that you will always be
The same old someone that I knew
Oh what will it take till you believe in me
The way that I believe in you
I said I love you and that's forever
And this I promise from the heart
I could not love you any better
I want you just the way you are.


Land of My Fathers

The land of my fathers is dear unto me,
A land of poets and minstrels, men honoured and free.
It's warring defenders so gallant and brave,
For freedom their life's blood they gave.

Chorus:

Home! home! True am I to my homeland,
While seas secure the land so pure,
O may the old language endure.

Old land of the mountains, the Eden of bards,
Each gorge and each valley a loveliness guards,
Through love of my country, charned voices will be
It's strems, and it's rivers to me.

Though foemen have trampled my land 'neath their feet,
The old language of Cambria still knows no retreat;
The muse is not vanquished by traitor's fell hand,
Nor silenced the harp of my hand.


Lannigan's Ball

In the town of Athy one Jeremy Lannigan 
battered away till he hadn't a pound.
His father he died and made him a man again, 
left him a farm and ten acres of ground.
He gave a grand party to friends and relations 
who did not forget him when come to the wall.
If you'll but listen I'll make your eyes glisten 
at rows and ructions at Lanigan's Ball.

CHORUS
Six long months I spent in Dublin, 
six long months doing nothing at all.  
Six long months I spent in Dublin, 
learning to dance for Lanigan's Ball.
I stepped out, I stepped in again; 
I stepped out again, I stepped in again
I stepped out and I stepped in again 
learning to dance for Lanigan's Ball.

Myself to be sure got free invitations; 
for all the nice girls and boys I might ask,
And just in a minute both friends and relations 
were dancing as merry as bees round a cask.
There was lashings of punch and wine for the ladies, 
potatoes and cakes there was bacon and tea,
There were Nolans, Dolans, O'Gradys, 
courting the girls and dancing away.

They were doing all kinds of nonsensical polkas, 
all round the room in a whirligig,
But Julia and I soon banished their nonsense, 
and tipped them a twist of a real Irish jig.
Oh how that girl got mad on me, 
and danced till you'd think the ceilings would fall,
For I spent three weeks at Brook's Academy, 
learning to dance for Lanigan's Ball.

repeat CHORUS.

The boys were as merry, the girls all hearty, 
dancing away in couples and groups.
Till and accident happened young Terence McCarthy, 
he put his right foot through Miss Finerty's hoops.
The creature she fainted and cried "meelia murther"
called for her brothers and gathered them all
Carmody swore that he'd go no further 
till he'd have satisfaction at Lanigan's Ball.

In the midst of the row Miss Kerrigan fainted, 
her cheeks at the same time as red as a rose,
Some of the boys decreed she was painted, 
she took a small drop too much I suppose.
Her sweetheart Ned Morgan so powerful and able,
 when he saw his fair colleen stretched out by the wall,
He tore the left leg from under the table 
and smashed all the dishes at Lanigan's Ball.

Boys oh boys tis then there was ructions 
myself got a kick from big Phelim McHugh, 
But soon I replied to his kind introduction 
and kicked up a terrible hullabaloo.
Ould Casey the piper was near being strangled, 
they squeezed up his pipes, bellows, chanters and all
The girls in their ribbons they all got entangled 
and that put an end to Lanigan's Ball.


Les Prisons de Nantes

Dans les prisons de Nantes
Long digou digou dong, 
digou di long di long 
digou digou dong
Dans les prisons de Nantes 
Y'avait un prisonnier
Y'avait un prisonnier

Personne ne vint le "vouère"
Long digou digou dong, 
digou di long di long
digou digou dong
Personne ne vint le "vouère"
Que la fille du geôlier
Que la fille du geôlier
	
Un jour	il lui demande..
Et que dit-on de "moué" ?
	
On dit de vous en ville..
Que vous serez pendu

Mais s'il faut qu'on me pende..
Déliez-moi les pieds

La fille était jeunette..
Les pieds lui a délié

Le prisonnier alerte..
Dans la Loire s'est jeté

(Slow verse)
Dès qu'il fût sur les rives..
Il se prit à chanter

Je chante pour les belles..
Surtout celle du geôlier

Si je reviens à Nantes..
Oui je l'épouserai

Dans les prisons de Nantes.. 
Y'avait un prisonnier

Let Your Love Flow

Theres a reason for the sunshine sky
Theres a reason why I'm feelin' so high
Must be the season when that love light shines all around us
So let that feeling grab you deep inside
And send you reeling where your love can't hide
And then go stealing through the moonlit nights with your lover.

CHORUS
Just let your love flow like a mountain stream
Let your love grow with the smallest of dreams
And let your love show
And you'll know what I mean, its the season
Let your love fly like a bird on a wing
Let your love bind you to all living things
And let your love shine
And you'll know what I mean thats the reason

Theres a reason for the warm sweet nights
Theres a reason for the candlelights
Must be the season when those love rites shine all around us
So let that wonder take you into space
And lay you under its loving embrace
Just feel the thunder as it warms your face, you can't hold back.

CHORUS


Light My Fire

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you 
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby light my fire
Come on baby light my fire
Try to set the night on fire.

The time to hesitate is through, 
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
and our love becomes a funeral pyre.
Come on baby light my fire
Come on baby light my fire
Try to set the night on fire.
Try to set the night on fire.


Lisdoonvarna

How's it going everybody 
from Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy.
Here we are in the County Clare,
it's a long, long way from here to there.
There's the Burren, and the Cliffs of Moher, 
and the Tulla and the Kilfenora.
Miko Russell, Dr. Bill, Willie Clancy, Noel Hill.
Flutes and fiddles every where, 
if it's music you want, then go to Clare.

CHORUS:

Oh Lisdoonvarna, Lisdoon Lisdoon Lisdoon Lisdoonvarna.

I always leave of a Thursday night
 With my tent and my ground-sheet rolled up tight. 
I like to hit Lisdoon in or around Friday afternoon. 
It gives me time to get my gear together,
I don't need to worry about the weather. 
Ramble in for a pint of stout,
 'cos you never know who'd be hanging about.
There's a Dutchman playing the mandolin, 
a German's looking for Liam Og O'Flynn. 
And there's Adam, Bono, Garret Fitzgerald 
getting their photos taken for the Sunday World. 
Finbarr, Charlie and Jim Hand 
drinking pints to beat the band. It's grand.

repeat CHORUS.

Sure every body needs a break, 
climb Purple Mountain and jump in a lake.
Some head off to exotic places,
 others go to the Galway Races.
A cousin of mine goes pot-holing, 
a cousin of hers loves Joe Dolan.
Matty goes to the South of France, 
Jim to the dogs, Peter to the dance.
Summer comes around each year
we go there and they come here.
Some jet off to Frahiliana, 
but I always go to Lisdoonvarna.

repeat CHORUS.

The multitudes they flocked in throngs 
to hear the music and the songs. 
On motor bikes and hi-ace vans, 
with bottles, barrels, flagons, cans; 
mighty craic, loads of frolics; pioneers and alcoholics, 
FLAC, SPUC and the FCA, free Nicky Kelly and the IRA.
Hairy chests and milk white thighs 
and mickey dodgers in disguise. 
McGraws, O'Briens, Pippens, Coxes, 
massage parlours in horse boxes. 
RTE are making tapes, taking breaks and throwing shapes. 
Amhrans, bodhrans amadans, 
Arab sheiks, Hindu sheiks, Jesus freaks. 
This is heaven, this is hell, who cares, who can tell. 
Anyone for the last few choc ices now.

repeat CHORUS.

A 747 for Jackson Browne, 
they had to build a special runway just to get him down. 
Before the Chieftains could start to play, 
seven creamy pints came out on a tray. 
Shergar was ridden by Lord Lucan; 
Sean Cannon did the backstage cooking. 
Clannad were playing Harry's Game 
Christy was singing Nancy Spain. 
Mary O'Hara and Brush Sheils 
together doing The Four Green Fields. 
Van the Man and Emmylou, 
Moving Hearts and Planxty too.

repeat CHORUS.

Everybody needs a break, 
CLIMB A MOUNTAIN  or jump in a lake. 
Sean Doherty goes down to the Rose of Tralee, 
and Oliver J. Flanagan goes swimming in the Holy Sea. 
But I like me music in  the open air 
so every summer I go to Clare. 
'Cos Woodstock, Knock nor the Feast of Cana 
could hold a match to Lisdoonvarna.
 
repeat CHORUS.

Living on a Prayer

Once upon a time 
Not so long ago 
Tommy used to work on the docks 
Union's been on strike 
He's down on his luck...it's tough, so tough 
Gina works the diner all day 
Working for her man, she brings hom her pay 
For love - for love 

She says: We've got to hold on to what we've got 
'Cause it doesn't make a difference 
If we make it or not 
We've got each other and that's a lot 
For love - we'll give it a shot 

We're half way there 
Livin' on a prayer 
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear 
Livin' on a prayer 

Tommy got his six string in hock 
Now he's holding in what he used 
To make it talk - so tough, it's tough 
Gina dreams of running away 
When she cries in the night 
Tommy whispers: Baby it's okay, someday 

We've got to hold on to what we've got 
'Cause it doesn't make a difference 
If we make it or not 
We've got each other and that's a lot 
For love - we'll give it a shot 

We're half way there 
Livin' on a prayer 
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear 
Livin' on a prayer 

We've got to hold on ready or not 
You live for the fight when it's all that you've got 

We're half way there 
Livin' on a prayer 
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear 
Livin' on a prayer

Loch Lomond

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
There me and my true love were ever wont to go,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side of  Ben Lomond,
where in purple hue the Highland hills we view,
And the moon glints out in the gloaming.

CHORUS:
You take the high road,and I'll take the low road,
and I'll be in Scotland before you,
but me and my true love will never meet again
on the bonnie,bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

The wee birdies sing, and the wild flowers spring,
In  the sunshine the waters lie sleeping,
But the broken heart, it kens nae second spring,
Though the woeful may cease frae their greetin'.

repeat CHORUS


Lola

I met her in a club in old Soho 
where you drink champagne
and it tastes just like cherry cola 
Cee-oh-el-aye cola la la la la Lola.

She walked up to me and asked me to dance
I asked her name and in a dark brown voice 
she said Lola El-oh-el-aye Lola la la la la Lola

Well I'm not the world's most physical guy,
but when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola la la la la Lola

Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand
why she walks like a woman and talks like a man
Oh my Lola la la la la Lola la la la la Lola

Well we drank champagne and danced all night
under electric candle light
she picked me up and sat me on her knee 
and she said dear boy come home with me.

Well I'm not the worlds most passionate guy
but when I looked in her eye, well I almost fell
for my Lola la la la la Lola la la la la Lola.

I pushed her away I walked to the door,
I fell to the floor I got down on my knees 
then I looked at her, and she at me.

Well that's the way I want it to stay, 
and I always want it to be that way 
for Lo-la la la la la Lo-la.


Lyin' Eyes

City girls just seem to find out early, 
how to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man and she won't have to worry, 
she'll dress up all in lace and go in style
Late at night a big old house gets lonely 
I guess every form of refuge has its price
And it breaks her heart to think her love is only 
Given to a man with hands as cold as ice
So she tells him she must go out for the evening 
To comfort an old friend who's feeling down
But he knows where she's goin' as she's leavin' 
She is headed for the cheatin' side of town.

CHORUS:
   You can't hide your lyin' eyes 
   and your smile is a thin disguise
   I thought by now you'd realise 
   there ain't no way to hide your lyin eyes

On the other side of town a boy is waiting 
with fiery eyes and dreams no one could steal
She drives on through the night anticipating 
'cause he makes her feel the way she used to feel
She rushes to his arms they fall together 
she whispers that it's only for a while
She swears that soon she'll be coming back forever 
she pulls away and leaves him with a smile.

She gets up and pours herself a strong one 
and stares out at the stars up in the sky
Another night it's gonna be a long one 
she draws the shade and hangs her head to cry
She wonders how it ever got this crazy 
she thinks about a boy she knew in school
Did she get tired or did she just get lazy 
She's so far gone she feels just like a fool
My oh my you sure know how to arrange things 
you set it up so well so carefully
Ain't it funny how your new life didn't change things 
you're still the same old girl you used to be

repeat CHORUS.

There ain't no way to hide you lyin' eyes 
honey you can't hide your lyin' eyes.


Maggie

The violets were scenting the woods, Maggie
Displaying their charms to the bee
When I first said I loved only you, Maggie
And you said you loved only me.

The chestnut blooms gleam in the glade, Maggie
A robin sang loud from a tree
When I first....

The golden robed daffodils shone, Maggie
And danced in the breeze on the lea. 
When I first...

The birds in the trees sang a song, Maggie
Of happier transports to be. 
When I first...

Our hopes have never come true, Maggie
Our dreams were never to be
Since I first....


Maggie May

Wake up Maggie I think I got somethin' to say to you
it's late September and I really should be back at school
I know I keep you amused but I feel I'm being used
oh Maggie I couldn't have tried  any more
You lured me away from home
 just to save ya from being alone
You stole my heart and that's what really hurt.

The morning sun when it's in your face 
really shows your age
But that don't worry me none in my eyes you're ev'ry thing
I laughed at all your jokes my love you didn't need to coax
Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried any more
You lured me away from home
 just to save ya from being alone
You stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without.

All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand 
but you turned into a lover and mother, 
what a lover; you wore me out
All you did was wreck my bed
 and in the morning kick me in the head
Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried any more
You lured me away from home 
'cause you didn't want to be alone
You stole my heart .I couldn't leave you if I tried.

I suppose I could collect my books 
and get on back to school
Or steal my daddy's cue 
and make a livin' out of playin' pool
Or find myself a rock and roll band, 
that needs a helping hand
Oh Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face
You made a first class fool out of me, 
but I'm as blind as a fool can be
You stole my heart but I love you anyway

Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face
I'll get on back home one of these days.


Maids When You're Young

An old man came courting me, Hey ding dorum da.
An old man came courting me, me being young.
An old man came courting me,asked me to marry him,
maids when you're young never wed an old man.

CHORUS:
Cen fath ?
He's got no falorum,fy-diddle-dy-dorum-da;
he's got no falorum,fy-diddle-dy-day;
he's got no falorum,he's lost his ding-dorum-da,
maids when you're young,never wed an old man.

He asked me to marry him...
...gave me a fine gold ring...

repeat CHORUS.

When we went to church...
...he left me in the lurch...

repeat CHORUS.

When we went to bed...
...he lay like he was dead..

repeat CHORUS.

I threw my leg over him...
..damn nearly smothered him...

repeat CHORUS.
 
When he went to sleep.....
 ...out of bed I did creep
into the arms of a handsome young man.

Cen fath?
He's got a falorum,fy-diddle-dy-dorum-da;
he's got a falorum,fy-diddle-dy-day;
he's got a falorum,a huge big ding-dorum-da,
maids when you're young,never wed an old man,
okay?


McAlpine's Fusiliers

As down the glen came McAlpine's men, 
with their shovels slung behind them,
T'was in the pub that they drank their sup or 
down in the spike you will find them,
They seated blood and they washed down mud 
with pints and quarts of beer.
And now we're on the road again
with McAlpine's fusiliers.

I stripped to the skin with Darky Finn,
Down upon the Isle of Grain,
With Horseface Toole, I learned the rule,
No money if you stop for the rain.
For McAlpine's god is a well filled hod
with your shoulders cut to bits and seared,
And woe to he, who looks for tea,
With McAlpine's fusiliers.

I remember the day that the Bear O'Shea,
Fell into a concrete stair,
What Horseface said when he saw him dead,
Well it wasn't what the rich call prayers.
I'm a navvy short, was the one retort
That reached unto my ears,
When the going is rough, well you must be tough,
With McAlpine's fusiliers.

I've worked till the sweat near had be beat,
With Russian, Czech and Pole,
At shuttering jams in the hydro dams,
Or underneath the Thames in a hole,
I grafted hard and I got me cards and
Many a gangers fist across me ears,
If you pride your life, don't join, by Christ,
With McAlpine's fusiliers.


Me and Bobby McGee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans
Took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them wind-shield wipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands
We finally sang every song that driver knew

CHORUS
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feelin' good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues
And buddy that was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standin' right beside me through everythin' I done
And every night she kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Selinas, Lord, I let slip away
She was lookin' for the love I hoped she'd find
Well I'd trade all my tomorrow's for a single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body close to mine

repeat CHORUS

ME AND JULIO DOWN BY THE SCHOOLYARD

Mama pyjama rolled outta bed, she ran to the police station
When the cop found out, he began to shout, he started the investigation
And it's against the law, it was against the law
What what mama saw, it was against the law

Mama looked down and spit on the ground ever time her name gets mentioned
The cop said oy, if I get that boy
I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention
Well I'm on my way, I don't know where I'm goin'
I'm on my way, takin' my time, but I don't know where

Goodbye to Rosie, the queen of Corona
Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard
Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard

In a couple of days they're gonna take me away
When the press let the story leak
Now when the radical breach comes to get me released
Appears all on the cover of Newsweek
And I'm on my way, I don't know where I'm goin'
But I'm on my way, takin' my time, but I don't know where

Goodbye to Rosie, the queen of Corona
Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard
Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard
Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard

Men in tights

We're men, we're men in tights
We roam around the forest looking for fights
We're men, We're men in tights
We rob from the rich and give to the poor, that's right
We may look like sissies
But watch what you say, or else we'll put out your lights
We're men, we're men in tights
Always on guard defending the people's rights
La, la, la, ....etc
We're men, manly men, we're men in tights Yeah!
We roam around the forest looking for fights
We're men, we're men in tights
We rob from the rich and give to the poor, that's right
We may look like pansies
But don't get us wrong, or else we'll put out your lights
We're men, we're men in tights, tight tights
Always on guard defending the people's rights
When you're in a fix, call for the men in tights
We're Butch!! 

Michelle

Michelle, ma belle,
these are words that go together well, My Michelle
Michelle,ma belle,
sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble,
tres bien ensemble
I love you,I love you, I love you
That's all I want to say,until I find a way
I will say the only words I know,
that you'll understand.

I need to,I need to,I need to,
I need to make you see
Oh what you mean to me
Until I do I'm hoping you will know what I mean.


Mr. Tambourine Man

   Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
   I'm not sleepy and there's no place I'm going to.
   Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
   In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.

Though I know that evening's empire returned unto sand,
Vanished from my hand,
left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet,
and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

 repeat CHORUS

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin',
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade,
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it

 repeat CHORUS

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escaping on the run,
And but for the sky there is no fences facing,
And if you hear vague traces of shippin' reels of rhyme,
to your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're seein' that he's chasing

repeat CHORUS

When take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget today until tomorrow.

repeat CHORUS


Moondance

Well it's a marvellous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart strings that play soft and low
And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moon light, seems to shine in your blush.
 
Can I just have one more Moondance with you my love
Can I just make some more romance with a you my love.

Well I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait till the morning has come
And I know now the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me, that you can't hide.


Moon Shadow

Oh I'm bein' followed by a moon shadow, 
moon shadow, moon shadow.
Leapin' and hoppin' on a moon shadow, 
moon shadow, moon shadow.

And if I ever lose my hands, lose my power, 
lose my hands, 
Oh if I ever lose my hands oh ifififif,
I won't have to work no more.
And if I ever lose my eyes, 
if my colours all run dry,
yes if I ever lose my eyes, oh ifififif, 
I won't have to cry no more.

I'm been followed by a moon shadow, moon shadow....

And if I ever lose my legs, 
I won't moan and I won't beg,
Oh if I ever lose my legs, oh ifififif,
I won' have to walk no more.
if I ever lose my mouth, 
all my teeth, north and south,
Yes, if I ever lose my mount, oh ifififif,
I wont have to talk...

Did it take long to find me? I asked the faithful light.
Did it take long to find me and are you gonna stay tonight?

I'm been followed by a moon shadow, moon shadow....


Mrs. Robinson

CHORUS:-
And here's to you Mrs.Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know   
God bless you please Mrs.Robinson,
heaven holds a place for those who pray 

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you,all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home.

repeat CHORUS

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cup cakes
It's a little secret like the Robinson's affair
Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids
Coo,Coo,Cachoo,

repeat CHORUS

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it,shout about it when you've got to choose
Ev'ry way you look at it you lose

Where have you gone Joe Dimaggio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
What's that you say,Mrs.Robinson
"Joltin' Joe" has left and gone away
(Hey,hey,hey;Hey,hey,hey)


Muirsin Durkin

In the days I went a courtin' 
I was never tired resortin'
to the alehouse or the whorehouse 
or many a house besides.
I told my brother Seamus 
I'd go off and grow right famous
and before I would return again,
 I'd roam the whole world wide.

CHORUS
So goodbye Muirsin Durkin 
sure I'm sick and tired of working
No more I'll dig the praties,
no longer I'll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney,
I'll be off to Californey
Where instead of diggin' praties, 
I'll be diggin lumps of gold.

I've courted girls in Blarney, 
in Kantuck and in Killarney,
in Passage and in Queenstown, 
that is the Cobh of Cork
So goodbye to all this pleasure
 for I'm going to take me leisure
And the next time you will hear from me, 
will be a letter from New York

Goodbye to all the boys at home, 
I'm sailing far across the foam
To try and make me fortune 
in far Amerikay.
There's gold and money plenty
for the poor and for the gentry,
and when I come back home again,
I never more will stray.


My Bonnie

My bonnie lies over the ocean, 
my bonnie lies over the sea;
My bonnie lies over the ocean, 
oh  bring back my bonnie to me,

CHORUS:
Bring back, oh bring back, 
Oh bring back my bonnie to me, to me;
Bring back, oh bring back, 
Oh bring back my bonnie to me.

Last night as I lay on my pillow, 
last night as I lay in my bed,
Last night as I lay on my pillow 
I dreamt that my bonnie was dead.

repeat CHORUS

My 1 skin lies over my 2 skin,
My 2 skin lies over my 3, 
My 3 skin lies over my 4 skin,
Oh pull back my 4 skin for me.

Pull back,oh pull back,
Oh pull back my 4 skin for me,for me;
Pull back,oh pull back,
Oh pull back my 4 skin for me.


Nancy Spain

Of all the stars that ever shone
Not one does twinkle like your pale blue eyes,
Like golden corn at harvest time, your hair,
Sailing in my boat 
the wind gently blows and fills my sail,
Your sweet scented breath is everywhere.

Daylight peeping through the curtains of
The passing night time is your smile.
The sun in the sky is like your laugh.
Come back to me my Nancy,
 linger for just a little while.
Since you left these shores I know no peace nor joy.

CHORUS:
No matter where I wander I'm still haunted by your name.
The portrait of your beauty stays the same.
Standing by the ocean, wondering where you've gone,
If  you'll return again,
Oh where is the ring I gave to Nancy Spain?

On a day in Spring 
when snow starts to melt and streams to flow,
with the birds I'll sing to you a song.
In the while I'll wander down
by bluebell groves where wildflowers grow
And I'll hope that lovely Nancy will return.

repeat CHORUS.


Nation Once Again

When boyhood's fire was in my blood
I read of ancient freemen
for Greece and Rome who bravely stood
Three hundred men and three men
And then I prayed I yet might see
Our fetters rent in twain
And Ireland long a province be 
A nation once again.

CHORUS:
A nation once again,
A nation once again,
And Ireland long a province be
 A nation once again.

And from that time, through wildest woe
That hope has shone a far light
Nor could love's brightest summer glow
Outshine that solemn starlight
It seemed to watch above my head
In forum, field and fane,
Its angel voice sang round my bed
A nation once again.

It whispered too that freedoms ark
And service high and holy
Would be profaned by feelings dark
And passions vain or lowly
For Freedom comes from God's right hand
And needs a godly train
And righteous men must make our land
A nation once again.

So as I grew from boy to man
I bent me to that bidding
My spirit of each selfish plan
and cruel passion ridding
For thus I hoped some day to aid
Oh can such hope be vain
When my dear country shall be made
A nation once again.


New York, New York

Start spreadin' the news,I'm leaving today
I wanna be a part of it New York,New York
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
and step around the heart of it New York,New York
I wanna wake up in the city that doesn't sleep
to find I'm king of the hill, Top of the heap

My little town blues are melting away 
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there,I'd make it anywhere
It's up to you New York,New York.
King of the hill,head of the list,
Cream of the crop at the top of the heap
My little town blues are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it 
In old New York
If I can make it there I'd make it anywhere
Come on,come through New York,New York.


NIL NA LÁ

Chuas isteach i dteach aréir
Is d'iarr me cáirt ar bhean a leanna
'sé dúirt sí liom " 'Ní bhfaighe tú deor
Buail an bóthar 's gabh 'n a bhaile"

Curfá  
Níl 'na lá, níl a ghrá
Níl 'na lá, ná baol ar maidin
Níl 'na lá, is ní bheidh go fóill
Solas ard atá sa ghealaigh

Chuir me féin mo lámh im phóc
Is d'iarr mé briseadh c'róinneach uírthi
's dúirt si líom "suigh síos ag bard
Is bí ag as seo go maidin"

"Éirigh 'do shuí, a fhir a tí,
Cuir ort do bhríste is do hata
'Gcoinní tú ceol leis an duine cóir
A bhéas ag ól anseo go maidin"

Nach mise féin an fear gan chéill
A d'fhág mo chíos in mó scórnaigh
Do rinn' mé léirscrios aom féin
Is d'fhág mé séan ar dhaoine eile

Nothing Else Matters

So close, no matter how far 
Couldn't be much more from the heart 
Forever trusting who we are 
and nothing else matters 

Never opened myself this way 
Life is ours, we live it our way 
All these words I don't just say 
and nothing else matters 

Trust I seek and I find in you 
Every day for us something new 
Open mind for a different view 
and nothing else matters 

never cared for what they do 
never cared for what they know 
but I know 

So close, no matter how far 
Couldn't be much more from the heart 
Forever trusting who we are 
and nothing else matters 

never cared for what they do 
never cared for what they know 
but I know 

Never opened myself this way 
Life is ours, we live it our way 
All these words I don't just say 

Trust I seek and I find in you 
Every day for us, something new 
Open mind for a different view 
and nothing else matters 

never cared for what they say 
never cared for games they play 
never cared for what they do 
never cared for what they know 
and I know 

So close, no matter how far 
Couldn't be much more from the heart 
Forever trusting who we are 
No, nothing else matters

Ode to Barry Doherty

Am                                                            C  
A mountain soul went hiking out one cold and windy day.
Am                                                       C                        Em7
Upon a bivy-bag he stopped and tucked in to his tay.
            Am
When all at once a might roar of terror split the sky.
    F                                                                Am           
A plowin' through the bogs below, well this is what he eyed... 

Chorus:
                 C                              Am           F                                     Am 
Ba-rry-O-Deeeee, Ba-rry-O-Deeeee, Baaaaa-rrrrryyy Doherty-ty-ty..


His voice is like fires of the hell that we all fear.
Yet he wears a woolly hat pulled firmly down around his ears.
A chemist when he plies his trade, but this one can't deny... 
A hero to us all, when we hear his mournful cry.

Chorus:
Ba-rry-O-Deeeee, Ba-rry-O-Deeeee, Baaaaa-rrrrryyy Doherty-ty-ty..

His face is red from screaming all the way down on the bus,
But coz he's such a gentleman you'll rarely hear him curse... 
A melancholy soul we thought would one day burn in hell
But salvation it was granted him, we know her as Michelle.

Chorus:
Ba-rry-O-Deeeee, Ba-rry-O-Deeeee, Baaaaa-rrrrryyy Doherty-ty-ty..

As Barry climbed on by the old man thought he'd called his name, 
But couldn't make out all he'd heard through all the wind and rain.
However he had heard enough and ran home to his wife.
For Barry D. had struck again, and changed another life.

Chorus:
Ba-rry-O-Deeeee, Ba-rry-O-Deeeee, Baaaaa-rrrrryyy Doherty-ty-ty..



Oh Sir Jasper

Oh,Sir Jasper do not touch me
Oh,Sir Jasper do not touch me
Oh,Sir Jasper do not touch me  
As she lay between her lily-white sheets 
with nothing on at all.

Oh,Sir Jasper do not touch...

Oh,Sir Jasper do not...

Oh,Sir Jasper,do...

Oh, Sir Jasper...!

Oh, Sir...!

Oh...!

(Silent verse;with feeling!)


Old King Cole

CHORUS:
Old King Cole was a bugger for his hole, 
and a bugger for his hole was he was he-
He called for his wife in the middle of the night
And he called for his...

Now every fiddler had a fine fiddle
And a very fine fiddle had he
So 'fiddle, diddle de diddle de', said the fiddlers
very fine men are we, there's no one here
can drink the beer like the girls of UCCMC

 Now every juggler had fine balls
and very fine balls had he
So balls in the air, in the air said the jugglers
fiddle diddle de diddle de said the fiddlers
very fine men are we, there's no one here
can drink the beer like the boys of UCCMC

Now every tailor had a fine needle
and a very fine needle had he
So... stick it in and out in and out said the tailors
.............

Now every painter has a fine paintbrush,
And a very fine paintbrush has he,
So, slap it up and down, up and down said the painter
.............

Now every  butcher has a fine cleaver,
And a very fine cleaver has he,
So, slap it on the block, chop it off said the butcher
............

Now every postman has a fine letter, 
and a very fine letter has he,
So, do'ya want it in the front or the back said the postman
...........


Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly

I know an old lady who swallowed a fly;
I don't know why she swallowed a fly;
Perhaps she'll die.

I know an old lady who swallowed a spider,
that wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
Perhaps she'll die.

I know an old lady who swallowed a bird,
How absurd, to swallow a bird.
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider,
that wriggled and jiggled .....(continue as last verse)

Cat - imagine that
Dog - what a hog
Goat - she just opened her throat
Cow - I don't know how
Deer - it seemed rather queer
Horse - for her main course
Rhinoceros - how preposterous
Giraffe - she just let out a laugh
Whale - she just picked up his tail
Minister - how sinister - IT FINISHED HER!


Old Woman Who Lived in the Woods

There was an old woman who lived in the woods,
A wheela, wheela, wallya.
There was an old woman who lived in the woods,
Down by the river Saulya.

She had a baby three months old,
A wheela, wheela, wallya.
She had a baby three months old,
Down by the river Saulya.

She had a penknife long and sharp....
She stuck the penknife in the baby's ass.....
The knife went in and the guts came out
Two policemen came a knocking on the door..
Are you the woman who killed the child?....
Yes I'm the woman who killed to child...
They took her away and she was hung...


Only Our Rivers Run Free

When apples still grow in November,
When blossoms still bloom from each tree,
When leaves are still green in December,
Its then that our lands will be free.
I wander her hills and valleys,
and still through my sorrow I see,
A land that has never known freedom
And only her rivers run free.

I drink to the death of her manhood,
Those men who would rather have died,
Than to live in the cold chains of bondage,
To bring back their rights where denied.
Oh where are you now when we need you,
What burns where the flame used to be.
Are you gone like the snows of last winter,
And will only our rivers run free.

How sweet is life,but we're crying,
How mellow the vines, but we're dry,
How fragrant the rose ,but it's dying,
How gentle the wind ,but it sighs.
What good is in youth when it's aging?
What joy is in eyes that can't see?
When there's sorrow and sunshine and flowers
And still only our rivers run free.


Ordinary Man

I'm an ordinary man, nothin' special nothin' grand,
I've had to work for everything I own,
Well I never asked for a lot, I was happy with what I got,
enough to keep my family and my home.
Now they say that times are hard and they've handed me my cards,
they say there's not the work to go around,
When the whistle blows the gates will finally close,
tonight they're going to shut this factory down,
Then they'll tear it down, they'll tear it down.

I never missed a day nor went on strike for better pay
for 20 years I served them best I could,
with a handshake and a cheque it seems so easy to forget
loyalty through bad times and the good.
The owner says he's sad to see that things have got so bad
but the Captains of Industry won't let him lose,
he still drives a car and smokes his big cigar
and still he takes his family on a cruise.
He'll never lose, he'll never lose.

Now it seems to me to be such a cruel irony,
he's richer now than ever he was before.
Now my cheque is spent and a I can't afford the rent,
there's one law for the rich, one for the poor.
Every day I've tried to salvage some of my pride,
to find some work so's I might pay my way,
but everywhere I go the answer is always no,
there's no work for anyone here today.
No work today, no work today.

And so condemned I stand, just an ordinary man,
like thousands beside me in the queue,
I watch my darlin' wife tryin' to make the best of life,
God knows what the kids are goin' to do.
Now that we are faced with this human waste,
a generation cast aside,
for as long as I live I never will forgive,
you've stripped me of my dignity and pride.
You've stripped me bare, they striped me bare.
No work today, no work today.


Óró sé do bheatha 'bhaile

Sé do bheatha a bhean ba leánmhar
B'é ár greach tú bheith i ngéibhinn
Do dhúiche bhreá bheith i seilbh méirleach
S' tú díolta leis na Gaillimh

Curfá   Oró sé do bheatha 'bhaile (x3)
        Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh

Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag tíocht thar sáile
Oglaigh armtha leí mar ghárda
Geil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh
Is cuirfid ruaig ar Ghallaibh

A bhuí le Dia na bhFeart go bhfeiceann
Muna mbeam beo in a dhiaidh ach seachtain
Graínne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch
Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh


Patricia The Stripper

Dennis is a menace with his "anyone for tennis?" and beseeching me to come and keep the score. 
And Maud says "oh Lord I'm so terribly bored 
I really can't stand it any more". 
I'm going out to dinner with a gorgeous singer 
to a little place I found down by the quay, 
her name is Patricia, she calls herself Delicia 
and the reason isn't very hard to see. 
She says God made her a sinner 
just to keep fat men thinner 
as they tumble down in heaps before her feet, 
they hang around in groups like battle weary troops 
one can often see them queue right down the street. 
You see Patricia (or Delicia) not only is a singer, she also removes all her clothing, 
for Patricia is the best stripper in town.

CHORUS
And with a swing of her hips she started to strip, 
to tremendous applause she took off her drawers 
and with lick of her lips she undid all her clips, 
and threw it all in the air and everybody stared 
and as the last piece of clothing fell to the floor, 
the police were banging on the door 
(2nd. time: yelling out for more) 
on a Saturday night in nineteen twenty four. 

But poor Patricia was arrested and everyone detested 
the manner in which she was exposed, 
later on in court well everybody thought 
a summer run in jail would be proposed. 
But the judge said Patricia, or may I say Delicia, 
the facts of this case lie before me - case dismissed 
this girl was in her working clothes.
CHORUS

Paradise City

CHORUS x2
Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home (Oh, won't you please take me home)

Just an urchin livin' under the street
I'm a hard case that's tough to beat
I'm your charity case
So by me somethin' to eat
I'll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line

Rags to riches
Or so they say
You gotta
Keep pushin' for the fortune and fame
You know it's, it's all a gamble
When it's just a game
You treat it like a capitol crime
Everybody' doin' their time

CHORUS x2

Strapped in the chair of the city's gas chamber
Why I'm here, I can't quite remember
The surgoen general say's it's hazardous to breathe
I'd have another cigarette
But I can't see
Tell me that you're gonna believe

CHORUS x2

So far away x4

Capitain America's been torn apart
Now he's a court jester
With a broken heart
He said turn me around 
And take me back to the start
I must be losing my mind
"Are you blind?!"
I've seen it all a mllion times

CHORUS x4

I want to go
I want to know
Oh, won't you please take me home

I want to see
Oh, look at me
Oh, won't you please take me home

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home (Oh, won't you please take me home)

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home

Take me down
Oh yeah
Beat me down
Oh, won't you please take me home

I want to see
Oh, look at me
Oh, won't you please take me home

I want to see
Boy, I'm gonna be mean
Oh, oh take me home

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home

I want to go
I want to know
Oh, won't you please take me hooooooome
Baby


Piano Man

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
the regular crowd shuffles in
there's an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and gin
He says "Son can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger mans clothes"

CHORUS 
   Da da da de de da .... da da de de da ... da da
   Sing us a song you're the piano man
   Sing us a song tonight
   Well we're all in the mood for a melody
   And you've got us feelin' alright

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's some place that he'd rather be
He says "Bill I believe this is killing me"
As a smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"

Now Paul is a real estate novelist who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the navy,
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practising politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinking alone

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say "Man what are you doing here?"


Plastic Jesus

Well I don't care if it rains or freezes
As long as I've got my plastic jesus
Sitting on the dash board of my car
well I don't care if rains or freezes 
As long as I've got my plastic jesus 
Sitting on the dashboard of my car

chorus
Plastic jesus, plastic jesus, 
Sitting on the dashboard of my car
Plastic jesus, plastic jesus, 
Sitting on the dashboard of my car

Well I don't care if the road gets scary
As long as I got my plastic mary........

Well now we're going for the hat-trick
Jesus mary and st patrick.....

Well I don't care if it rains or snows
As long as I got my plastic moses....

Well I don't care if he slips and slides
His little ass is magnetised......

Plastic jesus gives me hope
He's a good place to hide my dope.....

Well after a great big dirty session 
Plastic jesus hears confession....

He comes in colours pink and pleasant
Glows in the dark cause he's flourescent....

Plastic jesus gotta go
He's ***king up my radio..		


RawHide

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' - Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'
Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' - Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' -Rawhide

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' - though the streams are swollen -
Keep them doggies Rollin' - Rawhide.
Rain and wind and weather - hell bent for leather- 
Wishing my girl was by my side.
All the things I'm missing - my girls love and kissing -
All waiting at the end of my ride.

CHORUS Move 'em on - get 'em up
       Get 'em up - move 'em on
       Move 'em on - get 'em up - Rawhide
       Cut 'em out - ride 'em in
       Ride 'em in - cut 'em out
       Cut 'em out - ride 'em in - Rawhide   

Keep moving moving moving - though they're disproving -
Keep them doggies moving - Rawhide.
Don't try to understand them - 
just rope 'em, throw 'em,brand'em,
Soon we'll livin' high and wide.
My hearts calculatin', my true love will be waitin' - 
Be waitin' at the end of my ride.

CHORUS (twice)

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' - Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' - yeahh
Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' - Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' - yeahh yeahh RAWHIDE!!


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 for ever.

CHORUS
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,
And fair is the lily of the valley.
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne,
But my love is fairer than any.
'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed,
And 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.

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


Red Red Wine

Red, red wine, go to my head, 
make me forget that I, still need her so,  
Red, red wine, it's up to you, 
all that I can do I've done, But mem'ries won't go,
No mem'ries won't go; I'd have thought that with time, 
thoughts of her would leave my head
I was wrong and I find just one thing makes me for-get, Red Red Wine,
Stay close to me, Don't leave me alone, 
it's tearing a-part my blue, blue heart.


Return To Sender

I gave a letter to the postman, he put it in his sack.
Bright and early next morning, he brought my letter back.
She wrote upon it return to sender, address unknown, 
No such number, no such zone.  
We had a quarrell a lover's spat, I write I'm sorry 
but my letter keeps coming back.

This time I'm gonna take it myself and put in right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day, Then I'll understand
the writing on it.
Return to sender, address unknown,
No such number, no such zone.

So then I dropped it in the mail box and sent it Special D.
Bright and early next morning it came right back to me. 
She wrote upon it return to sender, address unknown, 
No such number, no such zone.  
We had a quarrell a lover's spat, I write I'm sorry 
but my letter keeps coming back.


Rhinestone Cowboy

I've been walking these streets so long
Singin' the same old song
I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway
Where hustle's the name of the game
And nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rain
There's been a load of compromisin' on the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shining on me.

CHORUS
Like a rhinestone cowboy, 
riding out on a horse in a star spangled rodeo
Like a rhinestone cowboy, 
gettin cards and letters from people I don't even know
And offers coming over the phone

Well I really don't mind the rain and a smile can hide all the pain
But you're down when you're riding the train that's taking the long way
And I dream of the things I'll do with a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoe
There'll be a load of compromisin' on the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shining on me.


RIDE ON

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

CHORUS
Ride on, see you, I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to (x2).

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


Salonika

Me husband's in Salonika
I wonder if he's dead
I wonder if he know's he has
A kid with a foxy head

(chorus)
So right away, so right away
Right away to Salonika right away
Me soldier boy

When the war is over
What will the slackers do
They'll be all around the soldiers
For the loan of a bob or two

They taxed our pound of butter
And they taxed our ha'penny bun
But still with all their taxes
They can't beat the bloody hun

And when the war is over
What will the slackers do
For ev'ry kid in America
In Cork there will be two

They taxed the Coliseum
They taxed St Mary's hall
Why don't they tax the bobbies
With their backs against the wall

They take us out to Blarney
They lays us on the grass
They puts us in the family way
And leaves us on our ass


Scarborough Fair

Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley,sage,rose-mary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For she was once a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley,sage,rose-mary and thyme
Without any seams nor needlework
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley,sage,rose-mary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley,sage,rose-mary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then she'll be a true love of mine.


Seven Drunken Nights

As I came home on Monday night
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a horse outside the door
where my old horse should be.
So I called my wife and I said to her, 
will you kindly tell to me
Who owns the horse outside the door, 
where my old horse should be.

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
And still you cannot see; 
Sure that's the lovely sow that my 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've never seen before.

 Tuesday ...coat behind the door...blanket...
buttons on a blanket?

Wednesday... pipe upon the chair.. tin whistle...
tobacco in a tin whistle ?

Thursday...two boots beneath the bed... geranium pots..
lacers on geranium pots ?

Friday ...head upon the bed... babby...
whiskers on a babby?

Saturday...lad  inside the wife...cucumber...
condom on a cucumber?

Simply the Best

I call you when I need you, my heart's on fire 
You come to me, come to me wild and wired 
When you come to me 
Give me everything I need 
Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams 
Speak the language of love like you know what it means 
ohh, it can't be wrong 
Take my heart and make it stronger baby 

You're simply the best, better than all the rest 
Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met 
I'm stuck on your heart, I hang on every word you say 
Tear us apart, baby I would rather be dead 

In your heart I see the stars of every night and every day 
In your eyes I get lost, I get washed away 
Just as long as I'm here in your arms 
I could be in no better place 

You're simply the best, better than all the rest 
Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met 
I'm stuck on your heart, and hang on every word you say 
Tear us apart, baby I would rather be dead 

Each time you leave me I start losing control 
You're walking away with my heart and my soul 
I can feel you even when I'm alone 
Oh baby, don't let go

You're the best, better than all the rest 
Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met 
I'm stuck on your heart, and hang on every word you say 
Tear us apart, baby I would rather be dead 

Oh, You're the best...

Sittin' On The Dock Of The Bay

Sitting in the mornin' sun
I'll be sitting when the evenin' comes
Watching the ships roll in
Then I watch them roll away again
I'm sitting on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Sitting on the dock of the bay wasting time.

I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the 'Frisco Bay
'Cos I've had nothin' to live for
And look like nothin's gonna come my way
So I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away...

Looks like nothin's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same yes
Sittin here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
Yes --- 2000 miles I roam
Just to make this dock my home
I'm just sittin' on ...


She Moved Through the Fair

My young love said to me My mother won't mind , 
And my father  won't slight you for your lack of kind,
And she stepp'd away from me and this she did say,
It will not be long love till our wedding day.

She stepped away from me and she moved through the fair,
And fondly I watch her go here and go there,
Then she went her way homeward with one star awake,
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake.

The people were saying no two were e'er wed
But one has a sorrow that never was said,
And I smiled as she passed with here goods and her gear,
And that was the last that I saw of my dear.

I dreamt it last night that my young love came in,
So softly she entered, her feet maade no din:
She came close beside me, and this she did say,
It will not be long love , till our wedding day.
 

Slip Sliding Away

CHORUS  Slip sliding away, Slip sliding away,
        You know the nearer your destination
        The more you slip slide away

I know a man, he came from my home town
He wore his passion for his woman like a thorny crown
He said "Dolores, I live in fear
My love for you is so overpowerin'
I'm afraid that I will disappear"
CHORUS

I know a woman, became a wife
These are the very words she uses to describe her life
She said "A good day ain't got no rain"
She said " A bad day is when I lie in bed
And think of things that might have been"
CHORUS

And I know a father, who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he'd done
He came a long way just to explain
He kissed the boy as he lay sleeping 
Then he turned around and headed home again
CHORUS

God knows why, God makes this plan
The information is unavailable to the mortal man
We work our jobs, collect our pay
Believe we are gliding down the highway
When in fact we are slip slidin' away
CHORUS


Soldiers Song

We'll sing a song , a soldiers song
With cheering rousing chorus,
As round our campfires blaze we throng
The starry heavejs o'er us.
Impatient for the coming fight
As we wait the morning light 
Here in the silence of the night 
We'll sing a soldier's song

In valley green, on towering crag
Our fathers fought before us 
And conquered neath the same old flag
Thats proudly floating o'er us.
We're children of a fighting race 
That never yet have known disgrace
As we march the foe to face 
We'll sing a soldiers song.

Men of the pale , sons of  the gael,
The long watched day is breaking,
The serried ranks of  Inishfail
Shall set the tyrant quaking.
Our campfires now are burning low
See in the east a silvery glow
Out yonder lie the saxon foe
So sing a soldier's song.

Soldiers are we whose lives are pledged to Ireland
Some have come from a land beyond the wave
Sworn to be free, no more our ancient sireland
Shall shelter the despot or the slave
Tonight we'll man the bearna baoighil
In Eireann's cause, come woe or weal
Mid cannon's roar and rifles peal
We'll sing a soldier's song.


Something Inside So Strong

The higher you build your barriers, 
 the taller I become,
The further you take my rights away, 
 the faster I will run,
You can deny me, 
 you can decide to turn your face away,
No matter 'cos there's.....
         
CHORUS 
Something inside so strong,
I know that I can make it,
Though you're doing me wrong, so wrong,
You thought that my pride was gone, oh no,
There's something inside so strong,
Oh, something inside so strong.

The more you refuse to hear my voice, 
 the louder I will sing,
You hide behind walls of Jericho,
 your lies will come tumbling,
Deny my place in time,
 you squander wealth that's mine,
A light will shine so brightly it will blind you,
Because there's...

 repeat CHORUS
   
Brothers and sisters
when they insist we're just not good enough,
We'll know better,
just look them in the eyes and say,
We're gonna do it anyway, we're gonna do it anyway,
We're gonna do it anyway, we're gonna do it anyway,
'Cos there's ....


Spancil Hill

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
Me mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision, and following with a will
Till next I came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill.

{Delighted by the novelty, enchanted with the scene
Where in my early boyhood where often I had been
I thought I heard a murmur and I think I hear it still
It's the little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill.}  (a seldom sung verse)

To amuse a passing fancy I lay down on the ground
And all my school companions they shortly gathered round
When we were home returning we danced with bright goodwill
To Martin Moynihan's music at the cross of Spancil Hill.

It was on the twenty third of June the day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there
The young the old the brave the bold came their duty to fulfil
At the parish church in Cloony, a mile from Spancil Hill.

I went to see my neighbours to see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone the young ones turning grey
I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still
For he used to make my britches when I lived at Spancil Hill.

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as fair as any lily and gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me 
crying Johnny I love you still
She's Nell the farmers daughter, 
the pride of Spancil Hill.

Well I dreamt I hugged and kissed her 
as in the days of yore
She said Johnny you're only joking as many the time before
But the cock crew in the morning 
he crew both loud and shrill
And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.


Spanish Lady

As I went out by Dublin city
At the hour of 12 at night
Who should I meet but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candlelight
First she washed them, then she dried them
All by the fire of amber coal
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the sole

CHORUS   Whack for the too-ra loo-ra ladie   } 
         Whack for the too-ra loo-ra le  }  x2

Oh I asked her would she come out walking
And we went on till the grey cocks crew
A coach I stopped then to instate her
We went on till the sky was blue
Combs of amber in her hair
And her eyes knew every spell
In all my life I never did see
A maid whom I could love so well

Oh but when I came to where I found her
And set her down from the halted coach
Who was there with his arms folded
But the fearful swordsman, Tiger Roche
Blades were out, t'was thrust and cut
And never the man gave me more fright
Till I laid him out upon the floor
Where she stood holding the candlelight

Oh so if you go to Dublin city
At the hour of 12 at night
Beware of young girls who sit in their windows
Washing their feet by candlelight
I met one and we went walking
I thought that she would be my wife
When I came to where I found her
If it wasn't for me sword I'd 'a lost me life


Star Spangled Banner

O say can you see 
By the dawns early light
What so proudly we hailed 
At the twilight's last gleaming.
Whose bright stripes and bright stars
Through the perilous fight
On the ramparts we watched
Were so gallantly streaming.

And the rockets red glare
The bombs bursting in air
Gave proof through the night
That our flag was still there.
O say does that Star Spangled Banner
Still wave
O'er the land of the free
And the home of the brave.


St. Brendan's Voyage

A boat sailed out of Brandon in the year of 501,
'twas a damp and dirty mornin' Brendan's voyage it begun,
Tired of thinnin' turnips and cuttin' curley kale,
when he got back from the creamery he hoisted up the sail.
He ploughed a lonely furrow to the north, south, east and west,
of all the navigators St. Brendan was the best.
When he ran out of candles he was forced to make a stop,
he tied up in Long Island and put America on the map,
Did you know that Honolulu was found by a Kerryman,
who went to find Australia them China and Japan,
when he was touchin' 70, he began to miss the crack,
turnin' to his albatross sez he I'm headin' back.

CHORUS  Is it right or left for Gibraltar, 
        what tack do I take for Mizen Head?
        I'd love to settle down near Ventry Harbour 
        St. Brendan to his albatross he said.

To make it fast he bent the mast and built up mighty steam,
Around Terra del Fuego and up the warm Gulf Stream,
He crossed the last horizon, Mr. Brandon came in sight
and when he cleared the customs into Dingle for the night.
When he got the Cordon Bleu he went to douse the drought,
he headed west to Krugers to murder pints of stout
around to Ballyferriter and up the Conor Pass.
He freewheeled into Brandon, the saint was home at last.

The entire population came (281) the place was chockeblock
love nor money wouldn't get your nose inside the shop.
The fishermen hauled up their nets, the farmers left their hay,
Kerry people know that saints don't turn up every day.
Everythin' was goin' fine 'til Brendan did announce
his reason for returning was to try and set up house,
the girls were flabbergasted at St. Brendan's neck
to seek a wife so late in life and him a total wreck.

Worn down by rejection that pierced his humble pride,
'Begod' sez Brendan if I run I'll surely catch the tide
Turnin' on his sandals he made straight for the docks
and haulin' up his anchor he cast off from the rocks.
As he sailed past Innishvickallaune there stood the albatross
I knew you'd never stick it out 'tis great to see you boss
I'm balin' out sez Brendan I badly need a break
A fortnight is about as much as any aul saint could take.


Star of County Down

Near to 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;
Oh she looked so neat from her two bare feet
To the crown of her nut brown hair,
Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself,
to make sure I was standing there.

Oh 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 quare
And I said says I to a passer by
Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?
Oh he smiled at me, and 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.

She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly,
And a smile like the rose in June
And you hung on each note from her lily white throat
As she lilted an Irish tune.
At the pattern dance you were held in trance
As she tripped through a reel or jig,
And when her eyes she'd roll, she'd coax upon my soul
A spud from a hungry pig.

I've travelled a bit, but never was hit,
Since my roving career began;
But fair and square I surrendered there
To the charms of young Rosie McCann
With a heart to let and no tenant yet,
Did I meet within shawl or gown.
But in she went and I asked no rent
From the star of 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 smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Though my plough with rust turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the Star of the County Down.


Streets of London

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market,
picking up the papers with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you'll see no pride,
and held loosely by his side,
Yesterdays paper tellin' yesterdays news.

CHORUS   So how can you tell me you're lonely,
         and say for you that the sun don't shine?
         Let me take you by the hand
         and lead you through the streets of London,
         I'll show you something,
         that will make you change your mind.

Have you seen the old gal who walks the streets of London,
dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking she just keeps on walking,
carrying her home in two carrier bags.
    CHORUS

And in the all-night cafe at a quarter past eleven,
same old man sitting there on his own,
looking at the world over the rim of his tea-cup,
each tea lasts a hour, and then he wanders home alone.
    CHORUS

And have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission,
his memories fading with those medal ribbons he wears,
and in this winter city, the rain cries a little pity,
for one more forgotten hero, in a world that doesn't care.
    CHORUS


Streets of New York

I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin
With a fistful of money and a cargo of dreams,
Take your time said my father, stop rushing like hell,
And remember all's not what it seems to be.
For there's fellas would cut you for the coat on your back,
Or the watch that you got from your mother,
So take care my young buckoo and mind yourself well,
And give this wee note to my brother.

At the time uncle Bengy was a policeman in Brooklyn,
And my father the youngest looked after the farm.
When a phone call from America said send the lad over,
And the oul fella said, sure it wouldn't do any harm.
For I spent my life working this dirty old ground
For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound,
And sure maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see
And you can bring it back home, make it easy on me.

So I landed at Kennedy and a big yellow taxi,
Carried me and my bags through the streets and the rain,
Well my poor heart was pumping around with excitement,
And I hardly even heard what the driver was saying.
We came in the short parkway to the flatlands in Brooklyn,
To my uncles apartment on East 53rd,
I was feeling so happy I was humming a song,
And I sang you're as free and a bird.

Well to shorten the story what I found out that day
Was that Bengy got shot in a downtown foray,
And while I was flying my way to New York,
Poor Bengy was lying in a cold city morgue.
Well I phoned the old fella, told him the news,
I could tell he could hardly stand up in his shoes,
And he wept as he told me, go ahead with the plan,
And not to forget be a proud Irishman.

So I went up to Nelly's beside Fordham road,
And I started to learn about lifting the load,
But the healthiest thing that I carried that year,
Was the bitter sweet thoughts of my home town so dear.
I went home that December cause the old fella died,
Had to borrow the money from Phil on the side,
And all the bright flowers and grass could not hide,
The poor wasted face of my father.

I sold up the old farmyard for what it was worth,
And into my bag stuck a handful of earth,
Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane,
And I found me back in the US again.
It's been twenty two years since I set foot in Dublin,
The kids know to use the correct knife and fork,
But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers,
As I keep law and order in the streets of New York.


Summer Nights
(sorry about the missing words)

Summer lovin' had me a blast 
  -  Summer lovin' happened so fast
I met a girl crazy for me   
  -  I met a boy cute as can be.

Summer days driftin' away, ooh aah those summer nights

Tell me more (x2) did you get very far
  -  Tell me more (x2) like does he have a car

She swam by she got a cramp
  -  He went by me got me so damp
I saved her life she nearly drowned
  -  He showed up splashing around 
Summer sun, somethings begun, ooh aah those summer nights

Tell me more (x2) was it love at first sight
  -  Tell me more (x2) did she put up a fight.

We went bowling in the arcade
   -  We went strolling drank lemonade
We made out under the dark
   -  We stayed up till ten o'clock

Summer flings, don't mean a thing, but oh those summer nights

Tell me more (x2) sounds like she got it bad
Tell me more (x2) he sounds like a drag.

He got friendly holding my hand 
   -  She got friendly down in the sand
He was sweet just turned 18
   - She was good you know what I mean.
Summer heat, morning till eve

Tell me more (x2) how much dough did he spare
Tell me more (x2) can she give you it clean

It turned colder, that's where it ends
  -  So I told her we'd still be friends
Then we made our true love vows
  -  Wonder what she's doing now
Summer dreams ripped at the seams 
But oh, those summer nights.


Summertime

Summertime and the living is easy:
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high.
Oh your daddy's rich and your mother's is good looking
so hush little baby don't you cry.

One of these mornings you're going to wake up singing
And then you'll spread your wings and take to the sky
Until that morning there ain't nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mommy standing by

Summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high.
Oh your daddy's rich and your mother's is good looking
So hush little baby don't you cry.
 

Sunny Afternoon

The taxman's taken all my dough
And left me in my stately home
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
And I can't sail my yacht
He's taken everything I've got
All I've got is this sunny afternoon
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I've got a big fat momma tryin' to break me
I've got to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In summertime, in summertime, in summertime

My girlfriends gone off with my car
And gone back to her ma and pa
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty
Now I'm sitting here
Sipping at my ice cool beer
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
Help me, help me, help me sail away
You give me two good reasons 
Why I ought to stay
'Cause I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In summertime, in summertime, in summertime.

Sweet Child O' Mine

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories 
Where everything 
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky 
Now and then when I see her face 
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long 
I'd probably break down and cry 

Sweet child o' mine 
Sweet love of mine 

She's got eyes of the bluest skies 
As if they thought of rain 
I hate to look into those eyes 
And see an ounce of pain 
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place 
Where as a child I'd hide 
And pray for the thunder 
And the rain 
To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine 
Sweet love of mine 

Where do we go 
Where do we go now 
Where do we go 
Sweet child o' mine


Sweet Home Alabama
  
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes

Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him around anyhow

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you   

In Birmingham they love the governor
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Here I come Alabama

Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue
Now how about you?    

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

Sweet home Alabama
Oh sweet home baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the governor's true
Sweet Home Alabama
Lordy
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer  

Swing Low Sweet Chariot
  (full actions please)

CHORUS   Swing low, sweet chariot, 
         coming forth to carry me home.
         Swing low, sweet chariot, 
         coming forth to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan, what did I see,
Coming for to carry me home?
A band of sweet angels coming after me,
coming for to carry me home.

If you get there before I do,
Coming for to carry me home.
Tell all my friends I'm coming too,
Coming for to carry me home.

The brightest day I ever saw,
Coming for to carry me home.
When Jesus washed my sins away,
Coming for to carry me home.

I'm sometimes up and sometimes down,
Coming for to carry me home.
But still my soul feels heavenly bound,
Coming for to carry me home.


Take it Easy

Well I'm running down the road tryin' to loosen my load
I've got seven women on my mind
Four that want to own me one that wants to stone me
One says she's a friend of mine
Take it easy take it easy 
Don't let the sounds of your own wheels drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
Don't even try to understand
Just find a place to make a stand and take it easy

Well I'm standing on corner in Winslow, Arizona
And such a fine sight to see
It's a girl my Lord, in a flat bed Ford
Slowin' down to take a look at me
Come on baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me
We may lose we may win
Though we will never be here again
So open up, I'm climbing in
So take it easy

Well I'm a runnin' down the road tryin' to loosen my load
I've got a world of troubles on my mind
Looking for a lover who won't blow my cover
She's so hard to find
Take it easy take it easy 
Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy
Come on baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me


The Banks of my own Lovely Lee

How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight
to the home of my childhood away
To the days when each patriot's vision seem'd bright
Ere I dream'd that those joys should decay,
When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow 
down the Mardyke through each elm tree,
Where I sported and played         } 
'neath each green leafy shade,     }
On the banks of my own lovely Lee  } x2

And then in the springtime of laughter and song
Can I ever forget the sweet hours
With the friends of my youth as we rambled along
'Mongst the green mossy banks and wild flowers
Then too, when the evening sun's sinking to rest
Sheds its golden light over the sea
The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed  } 
On the banks of my own lovely Lee.                } x2

'Tis a beautiful land this dear isle of song
Its gems shed their light to the world
And her faithful sons bore thro' ages of wrong
The standard St. Patrick unfurled.
Oh would I were there with the friends I love best
And my fond bosom's partner with me
We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest  }
By the waters, my own lovely Lee.                   } x2

On what joys should be mine ere this life should decline
To seek shells on thy sea girdled shore.
While the steel feathered eagle, oft splashing the brine
Brings longing for freedom once more.
Oh all that on earth I wish for or crave
Is that my last crimson drop be for thee,
To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave  }
On the banks of my own lovely Lee.             } x2


The Boxer

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
 for a pocketful of mumbles, such as promises.
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear, 
And disregards the rest, la la......

When I left my home and my family,
 I was no more than a boy,In the company of strangers, 
In the quiet of a railway station running scared,
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters 
Where the ragged people go, 
looking for the places only they would know.
Lie-la-lie,lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie lie-la-lie etc..

Asking only workmans wages I come looking for a job,
but I get no offers, 
just a come on from the whores on 7th Avenue.
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there, la la.........

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes 
and wishing I was gone, Going home.
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me, 
bleeding me, going home.

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
and he carries the reminders
 of every glove that laid him down
or kept him till he cried out in his anger and his shame,
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains.

Lie-la-lie etc.


The Cobbler

Oh, me name is Dick Darby, I'm a cobbler
I served out me time at th'ould camp
Some call me an ould agitator
But now I'm resolved to repent

CHORUS With me ing twing of an ing twing of an i do
       With me ing twing of an ing of an i daaay
       With me rou bu bu rou bu bu randy
       And me lap stone keeps beatin' away.

Well, me father was hung for sheep stealin'
Me Mother was burned for a witch
Me sister's a dandy house keeper
And I'm a mechanical switch

Tis forty long years I have travelled
All by the contents of me pack
Me hammers, me awls and me pincers
Sure, I carries them all me pack

Well, me wife, she is lumpy, she's grumpy
Me wife, she's the devil, she's cracked
No matter what I may do with her
Her tongue it goes clickity clack

T'was early one fine summers mornin'
A while before it was daaaay
I dipped her three times in the river
And carelessly bade her good day.


The Curragh of Kildare

The winter it is past, and the summer's come at last,
And the birds they are singing in the trees.
Their little hearts are glad but mine is very sad
For my true love is far away from me.

The rose upon the briar by the water running free
gives joy to the linnet and the bee.
Their little hearts are blessed,but mine is not at rest,
for my true love is far away from me,so

CHORUS:
A livery I'll wear,and I'll comb back my hair,
and in velvet so green I will appear;
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear.

All ye who are in love and who cannot it remove
I do pity all the pain that ye endure
For experience lets me know that your heart is full of woe
It's a woe that no mortal can endure

repeat CHORUS,
repeat last  two lines,
repeat last line.


The Dutchman

The Dutchman's not the kind of man
To keep his thumb jammed in the dam
That holds his dreams in.
But that's a secret only Margaret knows.
When Amsterdam is golden
In the morning Margaret brings him breakfast
She believes him - he thinks the tulips 
bloom beneath the snows
He's mad as he can be, 
but Margaret only sees that sometimes.
Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes.

CHORUS
Let us go to the banks of the ocean,
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.
Long ago I used to be a young man,
And dear Margaret remembers that for me.

The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes
His cap and coat are patched with love that Margaret sowed in.
Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam
He watches tugboats down canals, 
and calls out to them when he thinks he knows the captain.
'Til Margaret comes to take him home again, 
through unforgiving streets that trip him though she holds his arm.
Sometimes he thinks that he is alone, and calls her name.
The windmills swirl the winter in
She winds his muffler tighter, they sit in the kitchen
And the tea with whiskey keeps away the dew
He sees her for a moment and calls her name, 
she makes his bed up humming some old love song.
She learned it when the tune was very new, 
He hums a line or two, they hum together in the night.
The Dutchman falls asleep and Margaret blows the candle out.

The Final Countdown

We’re leaving together,
But still it’s farewell
And maybe we’ll come back,
To earth, who can tell? 
I guess there is no one to blame
We’re leaving ground (leaving ground)
Will things ever be the same again? 

It’s the final countdown...

…the final countdown

We’re heading for Venus and still we stand tall
Cause maybe they’ve seen us and welcome us all
With so many light years to go and things to be found
I’m sure that we’ll all miss her so.

It’s the final countdown…

…the final countdown

…the final countdown (final countdown)

The Irish Rover

In the year of our lord, 1806,
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork,
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks,
For the grand city hall in New York.
'Twas an elegant craft, she was rigged fore and aft,
And how the wild wind drove her,
She could stand a great blast in her 27 masts,
And we called her the Irish Rover. 

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags,
We had two million barrells of stones,
We had 3 million sides of old blind horses hides,
We had 4 million barrels of bone.
We had 5 million hogs, 6 million dogs,
Seven million barrels of porter,
We had 8 million bales of old nanny goat tails,
In the hold of the Irish Rover. 

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan from County Tyrone,
There was Johnny McGuirk who was scared stiff of work,
And a chap from WestMeath called Malone.
There was Slugger O' Toole who was drunk as a rule,
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover.
Ther was Dolan from Clare, just as strong as a bear,
All aboard on the Irish Rover. 

We had sailed 7 years when the measels broke out,
And our ship lost its way in the fog.
The the whole of the crew was reduced down to two,
Just myself and the captain's old dog.
The ship struck a rock, Lord what a shock,
The boat, it was flipped right over,
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned,
I'm the last of the Irish Rover. 


The Ould Triangle

A hungry feelin' came oer' me stealin' 
All the mice were squeali' all in my cell

CHORUS - And the ould triangle went jingle jangle
       - Along the banks of the Royal Canal

Early in the morning the screws were ballin'
Saying get up ya bousy and clean out your cells

Chorus

Oh the land was sleeping and big Gussy was peepin'
As I lay dreaming of my girl Sal

Chorus

In the female prison there are 75 women
And I wish among them I did dwell

And the ould triangle could go jingle jangle
Along the banks of the Royal Canal


The Rare Ould Times

CHORUS:
Ring a ring a rosies,as the light declines
I remember Dublin City in the rare ould 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 children's rhymes
That once was part of Dublin in the rare ould times.

repeat CHORUS

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 trades a memory.

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 lad with skin as black as coal,
When he took her off to Birmingham he took away my soul.

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

Fair thee well sweet Anna Liffey, 
I can no longer stay
And watch the new glass cages 
that spring up along the quay
Me minds too full of memories,
 too old to hear new chimes
I'm a part of what was Dublin
 in the rare ould times.


The Raitlin Bog

Oh row the Ratlin bog, the bog down in the valley-o. (x2)

And in that bog there was a hole, 
a rare hole, a Ratlin hole.
And the hole in the bog, and the bog down in the vally-o.
CHORUS

And in that hole there was a tree, 
a rare tree,a Ratlin tree
And the tree in the hole and the hole in the bog, and the bog down in the vally-o.
CHORUS

Branch, twig, leaf, nest, bird, wing, feather, flea,.. 


The Scotsman

by Bowers Bryan 

Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evenin' fair 
And one could tell by how he walked that he drunk more than his share 
He stumbled 'round until he could no longer keep his feet  
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Ring ding diddle-diddle die-di-oh! Ring ding diddly-eye-oh!
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.  

About that time two young and lovely girls just  happened by,  
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye, 
"See yon sleeping Scotsman so young and handsome built--  
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the quilt."  
Ring ding diddle-diddle die-di-oh! Ring ding diddly-eye-oh! 
"I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the quilt."  

They crept up on that sleepin' Scotsman quiet as could be;  
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see.  
And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt,
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth.
Ring ding diddle-diddle die-di-oh! Ring ding diddly-eye-oh! 
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth.   

They marveled for a moment; then one said, "We must be gone!  
Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along!"  
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow.  
Around the bonnie star the Scot's kilt did lift and show.    
Ring ding diddle-diddle die-di-oh! Ring ding diddly-eye-oh! 
Around the bonnie star the Scot's kilt did lift and show.

Well the Scotsman woke to Nature's call and stumbled towards the trees.
Behind the brush he lifts his kilt and drunk says what he sees. 
 And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes, 
"Oh, lad I don't know where ya been, but I see ya won first prize!"  
Ring ding diddle-diddle die-di-oh! Ring ding diddly-eye-oh! 
"Well, lad I don't know where ya been, but I see ya won first prize!"


The Sick Note

Dear Sir, I write this note to you, 
to tell you of my plight.
And at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight. 
My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly grey, 
and I write this note to tell you why 
Paddy's not at work today.

While working on the fourteenth floor, some bricks I had to clear, 
and to throw them down from such a height was not a good idea. 
The foreman wasn't very pleased, him being an awkward sod. 
He told me I'd have to cart them down the ladder in my hod

To clear all those bricks by hand, it was so very slow, 
so I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below. 
But in my haste to do the job I was too blind to see,
that a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me.

So when I untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead, 
and clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead. 
I shot up like a rocket and to my dismay I found, 
that half way up I met the bloody barrel coming down.

The barrel broke my shoulders as to the ground it sped 
and when I reached the top I banged the pulley with my head. 
I clung on tight too mesmerised by this almighty blow, 
and the barrel spilled out half the bricks fourteen floors below.

Now when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor, 
I then outweighed the barrel and so started down once more. 
Still clinging tightly to the rope I sped towards the ground 
and I landed on the broken bricks that were all scattered round.

As I lay there moaning on the ground I was sure I'd passed the worst, 
when the barrel hit the pulley wheel and then the bottom burst. 
A shower of bricks fell down on me, I hadn't got a hope. 
As I lay there  moaning on the ground, I let go the bloody rope.

The barrel now being heavier it started down once more, 
it landed right across me as I lay upon the floor. 
It broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only say - 
I hope you understand why Paddy's not at work today.


Time In a Bottle

If I could spend time in a bottle,
the first thing that I'd like to do,
is to save everyday 'till eternity passes away,
just to spend them with you.

If I could make days last forever,
if words could make wishes come true,
I'd save everyday like a treasure and
then again I would spend them with you.

But there's never seem to be enough time,
to do the things you want to do once you find them-
I've looked around enough to know,
that you're the one I want to go through time with.

If I had a box just for wishes,
and dreams that would never come through,
the box would be empty except for the memory,
of how they were answered by you.

But there's never seem to be enough time,
to do the things you want to do once you find them-
I've looked around enough to know,
that you're the one I want to go through time with.

Total Eclipse of the Heart

Turnaround, every now and then I get a 
little bit lonely and you're never coming around 
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a 
little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears 
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a 
little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by 
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a 
little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes 
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and 
then I fall apart 
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and 
then I fall apart 
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a 
little bit restless and I dream of something wild 
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a 
little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in your arms 
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a 
little bit angry and I know I've got to get out and cry 
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a 
little bit terrified but then I see the look in your eyes 
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and 
then I fall apart 
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and 
then I fall apart 
And I need you now tonight 
And I need you more than ever 
And if you'll only hold me tight 
We'll be holding on forever 
And we'll only be making it right 
Cause we'll never be wrong together 
We can take it to the end of the line 
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time 
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark 
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks 
I really need you tonight 
Forever's gonna start tonight 
Forever's gonna start tonight 
Once upon a time I was falling in love 
But now I'm only falling apart 
There's nothing I can do 
A total eclipse of the heart 
Once upon a time there was light in my life 
But now there's only love in the dark 
Nothing I can say 
A total eclipse of the heart 
Turnaround bright eyes 
Turnaround bright eyes 
Turnaround, every now and then I know 
you'll never be the boy you always you wanted to be 
Turnaround, every now and then I know 
you'll always be the only boy who wanted me the way that I am 
Turnaround, every now and then I know 
there's no one in the universe as magical and wonderous as you 
Turnaround, every now and then I know 
there's nothing any better and there's nothing I just wouldn't do 
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and 
then I fall apart 
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and 
then I fall apart 
And I need you now tonight 
And I need you more than ever 
And if you'll only hold me tight 
We'll be holding on forever 
And we'll only be making it right 
Cause we'll never be wrong together 
We can take it to the end of the line 
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time 
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark 
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks 
I really need you tonight 
Forever's gonna start tonight 
Forever's gonna start tonight 
Once upon a time I was falling in love 
But now I'm only falling apart 
There's nothing I can do 
A total eclipse of the heart 
Once upon a time there was light in my life 
But now there's only love in the dark 
Nothing I can say 
A total eclipse of the heart

Trasna na dTonnta

Curfá  Trasna na dtonnta 'dul siar, 'dul siar
       Slán leis an uaigneas is slán leis an gcian
       Geal é mo chroí agus geal í an ghrian
       Geal bheith ag filleadh go hÉirinn

Chonac mo dhóthain de thíortha i gcéin
ór agus airgead saibhreas an tsaoil
Éiríonn an crói ionam le breacadh gach lae
's mé ag druidim le dúthaigh mo mhuintir

Muntir an iarthair siad cáirde mo chroí
Fáilte is féile beidh romham ar gach taobh
'S ar fhágaint an tsaoil seo sé guím ar an Rí
Gur leo san a sínfear i gcill mé ; 


Two out of Three Ain't Bad

Baby we can talk all night, 
but that ain't getting us nowhere
I've told you everything I possibly can 
there's nothing left inside of here
And maybe you can cry all night, 
but that'll never change the way that I feel
The snow is really piling up outside; 
I wish you wouldn't make me leave here
I poured it on and I poured it out, 
I tried to show you just how much I care
I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout, 
but you've been cold to me so long
I'm crying icicles instead of tears 
and all I can do is keep on telling you 
I want you (x2) I need you (x2), 
but there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you; 
now don't be sad 'Cause two out of three ain't bad. 
Now don't be sad, 'cause two out of three ain't bad

You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach, 
you'll never drill for oil on a city street
I know you're looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks
But there ain't no Coupe de Ville hiding at the bottom of a cracker jack box
I can't lie, I can't tell you that I'm something I'm not no matter how I try
I'll never be able to give you something, something that I just haven't got
There's only one girl that I will ever love and that was so many years ago
And though I know I'll never get her out of my heart, 
she never loved me back, ooh I know
I remember how she left me on a stormy night, 
she kissed me and got out of our bed
And though I pleaded and I begged her not to walk out that door
She packed her bags and turned right away, and she kept on telling me 
she kept on telling me
She kept on telling me I want you, 
I need you, but there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad, 'cause two out of three ain't bad.


Van Deiman's Land

Hold me now , oh hold me now,
Until this hour has gone around,
And I am gone on the rising tide,
For to face Van Dieman's Land.

It's a bitter pill, I swallow here,
To be rent from one so very dear,
We fought for justice and not for gain,
But the magistrate sent me away.

Oh kings will rule and the poor will toil,
And tear their hand's as they tear the soil,
But a day will come in a dawning age,
When an honest man sees an honest wage.

Hold me now, oh hold me now,
Until this hour has come around,
And I am  gone on the rising tide,
For to face Van Dieman's Land.


Vincent

Starry Starry night paint your pallet blue and grey
Look out on a summers day 
with eyes that know darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills 
sketch the trees and daffodils
And catch the breeze and the winter chills:
In colours on a snowy linen land.

CHORUS:-
And now I understand what you try to say to me:
how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free:
they would not listen they did not know how:
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry,starry night flaming colours that brightly blaze:
swirling colours in a violet haze 
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue:
colours changing hue,morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain 
are soothed beneath the artists loving hand.
   CHORUS

For they could not love you,but still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight 
on that starry starry night
You took your life as lovers often do:
but I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Starry Starry night,portraits hung in empty halls:
frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget:
like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes:
the silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
    CHORUS


Waltzing Matilda

When I was a young man I carried my pack,
And I lived the free life of a rover,
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in nineteen fifteen the country said:
"son it's time to stop rambling there's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war.
And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
As our ship pulled away from the quay,
And amidst all the cheers, flag waving and tears,
We sailed off for Gallipoli.

How well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that place that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again.

Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire,
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive,
But around the corpses piled higher.
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,
And when I woke up in my hospital bed.
When I saw what it done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying.
For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me.

So they collected the cripples, the wounded the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
As our ship pulled in to Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thanked Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity.
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried me down the gangway
But nobody cheered they just stood there and stared
Then turned all their faces away.

And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Renewing old dreams of past glory
The old men marched slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask what are they marching for
And I ask myself the same question.
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer the call
But year after year the numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all.

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me?


Way Down in Alabama

Way down in Alabama where the miners shovel coal,
A miner shoved a shovel in another miners hole,
said the miner to the miner we're here to shovel coal,
and not to shove a shovel in another miners hole.

CHORUS
  Maniana, Maniana, Maniana is good enough for me ,
  My rhubarb refuses to rise, 
  refuses to rise to it natural size,(bum bum bum)
  My rhubarb refuses to rise 'cause my baby don't love me,
  my baby don't love me, my baby don't love me no morrre.

Way down in Alabama where the birdies learn to fly,
A birdy dropped a turdy in a another birdies eye,
Say the birdy to the birdy, we're here to learn to fly
and not to drop a turdy in another birdies eye.
CHORUS

Way down in Alabama where the bodies decompose,
a body robbed a snotty from another bodies nose,
said the body to the body were here to decompose
and not to rob a snotty from another bodies nose.
CHORUS

Way down in Alabama where the beaver build their walls,
A beaver bashed a rock on another beavers balls,
said the beaver to the beaver we're here to build a wall
a not the bash your rocks off another beavers balls.
CHORUS

Way down in Alabama where the ladies learn to knit,
A lady stuck a needle in another ladies tit,
said the lady to the lady we're here to learn to knit
and not to stick a needle in another ladies tit.
CHORUS


Whiskey In The Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell, and his money he was counting,
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying stand and deliver for you are my bold deceiver.

CHORUS
Wishum ring-um door-um da
whack fol the diddle O, whack fol the diddle O
There's whiskey in the jar.

He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it my pocket and I gave it to my Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would betray me,
But the devil take the woman for they never can be easy.

I went unto my chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them up with water
An' she sent for Captain Farrell, to be ready for the slaughter.

And 'twas early in the morning before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and like wise Captain Farrell
I then produced my pistol for she away stole my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

And if any one can aid me 'tis my brother in the army
If I could learn his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'd come and join me we'd go roving in Kilkenny
I'll engage he'd treat me fairer than my darling sporting Jenny.


Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light fan-dan-go
And turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was kind of sea-sick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale.

She said 'There is no reason'
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards 
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And altho' my eyes were open
They might just have well been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale.


Wild Rover
(sing ordinary or rap or county&western etc.)

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

CHORUS  
  And it's NO NAY NEVER, (4 claps/right up your...)
  no nay never no more.  (2 claps)
  will I play the wild rover
  no never, no more.

I returned 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,
Sure it's custom like yours I can have any day."

I took from my pockets 10 sovereigns bright,
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said, "I have whiskies and wines of the best,
And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest".

I returned to my parents, confessed what I'd done,
And asked them to pardon their prodigal son,
and when they caressed me as oft times before,
It's never I'll play the wild rover no more.


Wild World

Now that I've lost everything to you
you said you want to start something new
and it's breaking my heart you're leaving.... 
Baby, I'm grievin'
And if you want to leave take good care
hope you have a lot of nice things to wear
But then a lot of nice things turn bad out there

CHORUS  Oh baby baby it's a wild world
        it's hard to get by just upon a smile
        Oh baby baby it's a wild world
        I'll always remember you as like a child, girl

You know I've seen a lot of what the world can do
and it's breaking my heart in two
'cos I never want to see you sad, girl..
But if you want to leave take good care
hope you make a lot of nice friends out there (but)
just remember there's a lot of bad air and beware.
   CHORUS

la la la...  baby I love you
But if you want to leave take good care
hope you make a lot of nice friends out there (but)
just remember there's a lot of bad everywhere.
   CHORUS x 2


Will you go, Lassie go?

Oh, the summer time is coming and the trees are sweetly 
blooming, and the wild mountain thyme grows around the
blooming heather, Will ye go, lassie go? 

And we'll all go together to pluck wild mountain thyme,
all around the blooming heather, will ye go lassie go?

I will build my love a tower near yon pure crystal fountain,
And on it I will pile all the flowers of the mountain,
Will ye go lassie, go?

If my true love she were gone, I would surely find another,
Where wild mountain thyme grows around the blooming heather,
Will ye go lassie, go?


Wlad Fy Nhadau

Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn an nwyl I mi,
Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri;
Ei gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarwyr tramad,
Tros ryddid collasant eu gwaed.

Cytgan:

Gwlad, gwlad, pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad
Tra mor yn fur i'r bur hoff bau,
O bydded i'r heniaith barhau.

Hen Gymru fynyddig, paradwys y bardd,
Pob dyffryn, pob clogwyn i'm golwg sydd hardd;
Trwy deimlad gwladgarol, mor swynol yw si
Ei nentydd, afonydd, I mi.

Os treisiodd y gelyn fy ngwlad tan ei droed,
Mae hen iaith y Cymru mor fyw ag eriod;
Ni luddiwyd yr awen gan erchyll law brad,
Na thelyn berseiniol fy ngwlad.

(see land of my fathers)


Wonderful Tonight

It's late in the evening, 
she's wondering what clothes to wear
She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blond hair
And then she asks me Do I look alright, 
and I say yes You look wonderful tonight.

We go to a party and everyone turns to see 
this beautiful lady who's walking around me
And then she asks me Do you feel alright, 
and I say yes I feel wonderful tonight.

I feel wonderful because I see the lovelight in your eyes
And the wonder of it all is that you just don't realise how much I love you.

It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head
So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed
And then I tell her as I turn out the light 
I say My darling you are wonderful tonight Oh my darling you are wonderful tonight.


Wonderful World

I see trees of green, Red roses too,
I see them bloom, For me and you,
And I say to myself, what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue, and clouds of white,
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night,
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

The colours of the rainbows, so pretty in the sky,
Also on the faces, of people going by,
I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do,
They're really saying, I love you.

I hear babies crying, I've watched them grow,
They'll learn much more, than I'll never know,
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world,
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
Oooh Yeaah.


Yellow Submarine

In the town where I was born 
lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life in the land of submarines
So we sailed on to the sun 
'till we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves in our Yellow Submarine

We all live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine
We all live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine

And our friends are all aboard, 
many more of them live next door, 
And the band begins to play

We all live in a Yellow Submarine, 
Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine
We all live in a Yellow Submarine, 
Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine

As we live a life of ease, 
ev'ry one of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green 
in our Yellow Submarine.

We all live in a Yellow Submarine, 
Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine
We all live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine,
We all live in a Yellow Submarine, 
Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine.  
We all live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine.


Yesterday

Yesterday,all my troubles seemed so far away:
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh I believe in yesterday

Suddenly I'm not half the man I used to be:
There's a shadow hanging over me
Oh yesterday came suddenly.

Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say
I said something wrong now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday,love was such an easy game to play:
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh I believe in yesterday.

Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say
I said something wrong now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday,love was such an easy game to play:
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh I believe in yesterday.

Thrashing Machine
Chorus:
Toora loo, 
Toora lay,
+(last line of verse)


Now there was a farmer that I knew quite well,
and he had a daughter and her name was Nell.
Now Nell was so schexy and only 16,
So I showed her the works of my Thrashing Machine.

Chorus

Now there was a hay-barn not 3 fields away,
and right in the middle was a great rake of hay.
It was there that we built up a powerful schteam,
and I gave her he works of my thrashing machine.

Chorus

Now 4 (?) months have passed and all is not well,
For somehting has happened to my lovely Nell.
And under her Geansaí can clearly be seen,
the smashing results of my thrashing machine.

Chorus

Now 9 months have past, and all is quite well,
For a baby was boirn to my little Nell,
And under its pampers can clearly be seen,
A brand new 2 (? or 6)cylinder thrashing machine.

Chorus 


Turning Japanese

I've got your picture
Of me and you
You wrote, 'I love you.'
I love you, too
I sit there staring when there's nothing else to do

Oh, it's in color
Your hair is brown
Your eyes are hazel
And soft as clouds
I often kiss you when there's no one else around

I've got your picture, got your picture
I'd like a million of 'em over myself
I want a doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning up, I'm turning down, I'm turning in, and I'm
turning 'round

Chorus:
I'm turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so

I've got your picture, I've got your picture
I'd like a million of them over myself
I want a doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning up, I'm turning down, I'm turning in, and I'm
turning 'round

Chorus.

No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women
No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark
Everyone around me is a total stranger
Everyone avoids me like a cyclone ranger
Everyone

That's why I'm turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so

Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
(Think so, think so, think so)
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
(Think so, think so, think so...)

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