A keresés eredménye

Ratcliffe Highway (Live)

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As I yearned to walking down London
From Wapping to Ratcliffe Highway
Well I chanced to go into a alehouse
To spend a long night and a day
 
A young droxy came rolling up to me
And asked if I'd money to sport
For a bottle of wine changed a guinea
And quickly replied: 'That's the sort'
 
When the bottle was put on the table
There were glasses for everyone
When I asked for the change of my guinea
She tipped me the verse of her song
 
This lady flew into a passion
She placed both her hands on her hips
Saying: 'Sailor, don't you know, now, our fashion?
Do you think you're on board of your ship?'
 
'Well, if this is your fashion to rob me
It's a fashion that I won't abide
So go launch out the change of my guinea
Or I'll give to you a broadside'
 
Well, a gold watch hung over the mantel
So the change of my guinea I take
And down the stairs I run nimbly
Saying: 'Darn my old boots, I'm well paid'
 
Well, the night had been dark in my favour
To the river I quickly did creep
I got into a boat bound for Deptford
Got safely on board of my ship
 
So come all you young sailors
That ramble down Ratcliffe Highway
If you chance to go into an alehouse
Be careful how long, lads, you stay
 
For the wines and the women invite you
And your heart will be all in a rage
If you give them a guinea for a bottle
You can go to the devil for your change
 

A Pub with No Beer

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It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothing so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
 
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer
 
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up till the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says sadly, 'The pub's got no beer'
 
There's a dog on the veranda, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer
 
Oh, Billy the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen, she says, 'You're early, me dear'
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer
 
Oh, it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild Dingos call
But there's nothing so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
 

Whiskey on a Sunday

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He sits at the corner of Beggars Bush
Astride of an old packing crate
And the dolls at the end of the plank were dancing
As he crooned with a smile on his face:
 
'La la la la,
Come day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
La la la la
Drinking buttermilk all the week
And a whiskey on a Sunday'
 
His tired old hands drop the wooden beam
And the puppets they danced up and down
A far better show than you ever will see
In the fanciest theatre in town
 
'La la la la,
Come day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
La la la la,
Drinking buttermilk all the week
And a whiskey on a Sunday'
 
In 1902 old Seth Davie died
His song it was heard no more
The three dancing dolls in the dustbin were thrown
And the plank went to mend a back door
 
'La la la la,
Come day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
La la la la,
Drinking buttermilk all the week
And a whiskey on a Sunday'
 
On some stormy night if you're passing that way
When the wind's blowing up from the sea
You may still hear the song of old Seth Davie
As he croons to his dancing dolls three
 
'La la la la,
Come day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
La la la la,
Drinking buttermilk all the week
And a whiskey on a Sunday
La la la la,
Drinking buttermilk all the week
And a whiskey on a Sunday'
 

The Captains and the Kings

I remember in September when the final stumps were drawn
And the shouts of crowds now silent when the boys to tea had gone
Let us O Lord above us remember simple things
When all are dead who love us, Oh, the Captains and the Kings
When all are dead who love us, Oh, the Captains and the Kings
 
We have many goods for export, Christian ethics and old port
But our greatest boast is that the Anglo-Saxon is a sport
When the darts game is finished and the boys their game of rings
And the draughts and chess relinquished, Oh, the Captains and the Kings
And the draughts and chess relinquished, Oh, the Captains and the Kings
 
Far away in dear old Cyprus or in Kenya's dusty land
Where all bear the white man's burden in many a strange land
As we look across our shoulder in West-Belfast the school-bell rings
And we sigh for dear old England, and the Captains and the Kings
And we sigh for dear old England, and the Captains and the Kings
 
In our dreams we see old Harrow and we hear the crow's loud caw
At the flower show our big marrow takes the prize from Evelyn Waugh
Cups of tea and some dry sherry, vintage cars, these simple things
So let's drink up and be merry, Oh, the Captains and the Kings
So let's drink up and be merry, Oh, the Captains and the Kings
 
As I wandered in a nightmare all around Great Windsor Park
Now what do you think I found there as I wandered in the dark?
'Twas an apple half-bitten and sweetest of all things
Five baby teeth had written of the Captains and the Kings
Five baby teeth had written of the Captains and the Kings
 
By the moon that shines above us in the misty morn' and night
Let us cease to run our self down and praise God that we are white
And better still are English, tea and toast and muffing rings
And old ladies with stern faces, and the Captains and the Kings
All the ladies with stern faces, and the Captains and the Kings
 

The Ragman's Ball

Come listen to me for a while
Me good friends one and all
And I'll sing to you a verse or two
About a famous ball
Now the ball was given by some friends
Who lived down Ashe Street
In a certain house in the Liberties
Where the ragmen used to meet
 
Well the names were called at seven o'clock
And every man was on the spot
And to show respect for the management
Every ragman brought his mot
I must admit that I brought mine
At twenty five minutes to eight
And the first to stand up was Kieran Grace
For to tell me I was late
 
Then up jumps Humpy Soodelum
And he says: 'I think somehow'
By the ways are all going on tonight
Is a looking for a row
Now listen here, Grace if you want your face
You'd better not shout or bawl
There's a lot of hard chews gonna be here tonight
To respect the ragman's ball
 
Well for eating we had plenty now
As much as we could hold
We drank Brady's Loopline porter
Until round the floor we rolled
In the midst of all the confusion
Someone shouted for a song
When up jumps oul' John Lavin and sings
'Keep rollin' your barrel along'
 
Then says my one

Cod Liver Oil

I'm a young married man and I'm tired of me life
For lately I married an ailing young wife
She does nothing all day, only sits down and sigh
Saying I wish to the lord that I only could die
 
Oh doctor, dear doctor, oh doctor de Jongh
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of me life, I'll go down in the soil
If me wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil
 
Till a friend of me own came to see me one day
And he told me my wife was just pining away
But he afterwards told me that she would get strong
If I'd buy her a bottle from Dr de Jongh
 
Oh doctor, dear doctor, oh doctor de Jongh
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of me life, I'll go down in the soil
If me wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil
 
So I bought her a bottle, t'was just for to try
And the way that she scoffed it you'd swear she was dry
I bought her another, it went just the same
Till I owned she's got cod liver oil on the brain
 
Oh doctor, dear doctor, oh doctor de Jongh
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of me life, I'll go down in the soil
If me wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil
 
My house it resembles a big doctor's shop
With bottles and bottles from bottom to top
And when in the morning the kettle do boil
You'd swear it was singing out: 'Cod liver oil.'
 
Oh doctor, dear doctor, oh doctor de Jongh
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of me life, I'll go down in the soil
If me wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil
 

Farewell To Carlingford

When I was young and in my prime
And could wander wild and free
There was always a longing in my mind
To follow the call of the sea
 
[Chorus:]
So I'll sing farewell to Carlingford
and farewell to Greenore
And I'll think of you both day and night
Until I return once more,
Until I return once more
 
On all of the stormy seven seas
I have sailed before the mast
And on every voyage I ever made
I swore it would be my last
 
[Chorus]
 
Now, I had a girl called Mary Doyle
And she lived in Greenore
And the foremost thought that was in her mind
Was to keep me safe on shore
 
[Chorus]
 
Now, the landsman's life is all his own
He can go or he can stay
But when the sea gets in your blood
When she calls you must obey
 
[Chorus]
 

Molly Maguires

Make way for the Molly Maguires
They're drinkers, they're liars but they're men
Make way for the Molly Maguires
You'll never see the likes of them again
 
Down the mines no sunlight shines
Those pits they're black as hell
In modest style they do their time
It's Paddy's prison cell
And they curse the day they've travelled far
Then drown their tears with a jar
 
So make way for the Molly Maguires
They're drinkers, they're liars but they're men
Make way for the Molly Maguires
You'll never see the likes of them again
 
Backs will break and muscles ache
Down there there's no time to dream
Of fields and farms, of womans arms
Just dig that bloody seam
Though they drain their bodies underground
Who'll dare to push them around
 
So make way for the Molly Maguires
They're drinkers, they're liars but they're men
Make way for the Molly Maguires
You'll never see the likes of them again
 
So make way for the Molly Maguires
They're drinkers, they're liars but they're men
Make way for the Molly Maguires
You'll never see the likes of them again
 

Donegal Danny

I remember the night that he came in from the wintery
Cold and damp
A giant of a man in an oilskin coat, and a bundle that
Told he was a tramp
He stood at the bar and he called a pint, then turned
And gazed at the fire
On a night like this, to be save and dry is my one and
Only desire
 
So here's to those that are dead and gone, the friends
That I loved dear
And here's to you and I'll bid you adieu, sayin'
'Donegal Danny's been here, me boys,
Donegal Danny's been here'
 
Then in a voice that was hushed and low he said
'Listen, I'll tell you a tale'
How a man of the sea became a man of the road and never
More will set sail
I fished out of Howth and Killybegs, Ardglass and
Baltimore
But the cruel sea has beat'n me and I'll end my days on
The shore
 
So here's to those that are dead and gone, the friends
That I loved dear
And here's to you and I'll bid you adieu, sayin'
'Donegal Danny's been here, me boys,
Donegal Danny's been here'
 
One fateful night in the wind and the rain we set sail
From Killybegs town
There were five of us from sweet Donegal and one from
County Down
We were fishermen who worked the sea and never counted
The cost
But I never thought 'ere that night was done, that my
Fine friends would all be lost
 
So here's to those that are dead and gone, the friends
That I loved dear
And here's to you and I'll bid you adieu, sayin'
'Donegal Danny's been here, me boys,
Donegal Danny's been here'
 
Then the storm it broke and drove the boat, to the
Rocks about ten miles from shore
As we fought the tide, we hoped inside to see our homes
Once more
Then we struck a rock and holed the bow and all of us
Knew that she'd go down
So we jumped right into the icy sea and prayed to God
We wouldn't drown
 
But the ragin' sea was risin' still as we struck out
For the land
And she fought with all her cruelty to claim that
Gallant band
By Saint John's point in the early dawn I dragged
Myself on the shore
And I cursed the sea for what she'd done and vowed to
Sail her never more
 
So here's to those that are dead and gone, the friends
That I loved dear
And here's to you and I'll bid you adieu, sayin'
'Donegal Danny's been here, me boys,
Donegal Danny's been here'
 
Ever since that night I've been on the road, travelin'
And tryin' to forget
That awful night I lost all my friends, I see their
Faces yet
And often at night when the sea is high and the rain is
Tearing at my skin
I hear the cries of drowning men, floating over on the
Wind
 
So here's to those that are dead and gone, the friends
That I loved dear
And here's to you and I'll bid you adieu, sayin'
'Donegal Danny's been here, me boys,
Donegal Danny's been here'
 
So here's to those that are dead and gone, the friends
That I loved dear
And here's to you and I'll bid you adieu, sayin'
'Donegal Danny's been here, me boys,
Donegal Danny's been here'
 

Spancil Hill

Last night as I lay dreamin'
Of pleasant days gone by
Me mind bein' bent on ramblin'
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped onboard a vision
And followed with a will
'Til next I came to anchor at
The cross of Spancil Hill
 
It bein' 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, and the bold
They came their duty to fulfill
At the parish church in Clooney,
A mile from Spancil Hill
 
I went to see me neighbours
To see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone
The young ones turning grey
But I met the tailor, Quigley
He's as bold as ever still
And he used to make me britches
When I lived in Spancil Hill
 
I paid a flying visit
To my first and only love
She's as white as any lily,
Gentle as a dove
And she threw her arms around me
Saying, Johnny I love you still
Ah she's Nel, the farmers daughter
And the pride of Spancil Hill
 
I dreamt I held and kissed her
As in the days of yore
Ah Johnny you're only jokin'
As many's the time before
Then cock crew in the mornin'
He crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California
Many miles from Spancil Hill
 

Banks of the Roses

On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune
And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said
Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don't ya leave me
 
When I was a young boy I heard me father say
That he'd rather see me dead and buried in the clay
Sooner than be married to any runaway
By the lovely sweet banks of the roses
 
On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune
And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said
Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don't ya leave me
 
And then I am no runaway and soon I'll let them know
That I can take a bottle or can leave it alone
And if her daddy doesn't like it he can keep his daughter at home
And young Johnny will go rovin' with some other
 
On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune
And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said
Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don't ya leave me
 
And when I get married t'will be in the month of May
When the leaves they are green and the meadows they are gay
And me and me true love we'll sit and sport and play
By the lovely sweet banks of the roses
 
On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune
And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said
Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don't ya leave me
 

The Louse House Of Kilkenny

Oh, the first of me downfall I set out the door
I straight made me way on for Carrick-on-Suir
Going out by Rathronan 'twas late in the night
Going out the West Gate for to view the gaslight
Radley fal the diddle ay
Radley fal the diddle airo
 
I went to the town's hall to see the big lamp
And who should I meet but a bloody big tramp
I finally stepped over and to him I said:
'Will you kindly direct me to where I'll get a bed?'
Radley fal the diddle ay
Radley fal the diddle airo
 
'Twas then he directed me down to Cooks Lane
To where old Buck St John kept an old sleeping cage
From out of the door was a small piece of board
Hung out on two nails with a short piece of cord
Radley fal the diddle ay
Radley fal the diddle airo
 
I looked up and down till I found out the door
And a queerer old household sure I ne'er saw before
Then the Misses came out and these words to me said:
'If you give me three coppers, sure I'll give you a bed'
Radley fal the diddle ay
Radley fal the diddle airo
 
Well I then stood aside with me back to the wall
And the next thing I saw was an oul cobbler's stall
And there was the cobbler and he mending his brogues
With his hammers and pinchers all laid in a row
Radley fal the diddle ay
Radley fal the diddle airo
 
Then she brought me upstairs and she put out the light
And in less than five minutes I had to show fight
And in less than five more when the story was best
The fleas came around me and brought me a curse
Radley fal the diddle ay
Radley fal the diddle airo
 
'Twas all around me body they formed a march
'Twas all around me body they played the Death march
For the bloody oul major gave me such a pick
That he nearly made away with half of me hip
Radley fal the diddle ay
Radley fal the diddle airo
 
Now I'm going to me study, these lines to pen down
And if any poor traveller should e'er come to town
And if any poor traveller should be nighted like me
Beware of Buck St John and his black cavalry
Radley fal the diddle ay
Radley fal the diddle airo
 

The Banks of the Sweet Primroses

As I roved out one midsummer's morning
To view the fields and to take the air
'Twas down by the banks of the sweet primroses
There I beheld a most lovely fair
 
Says I: 'Fair maid, where can you be a going
And what's the occasion of all your grief
I will make you as happy as any lady
If you will grant me one small relief'
 
Stand up, stand up, you false deceiver
You are a false deceitful man, 'tis plain
'Tis you that is causing my poor heart to wander
And to give me comfort 'tis all in vain
 
Now I'll go down to some lonesome valley
Where no man on earth shall e'er me find
Where the pretty small birds do change their voices
And ev'ry moment blows blustrous wild
 

The Rare Auld Times

[Chorus:]
Ring a ring a rosie
As the light declines
I remember Dublin City
In the rare old 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 Dublin city
In the rare old times
 
[Chorus:]
Ring a ring a rosie
As the light declines
I remember Dublin City
In the rare old times
 
My name it is Sean Dempsey
As Dublin as could be
Born hard and late in Pimlico
In a house that's ceased to be
By trade I was a cooper
Lost out to redundancy
Like my house that fell to progress
My trade's a memory
 
I courted Peggy Diagnam
As pretty as you please
A gentle child of Mary
From the rebel liberties
I lost her to a student chap
With skin as black as coal
When he took her off to Birmingham
She took away my soul
 
[Chorus:]
Ring a ring a rosie
As the light declines
I remember Dublin City
In the rare old times
 
[Chorus:]
The years have made me bitter
The gargles dims me brain
'Cause Dublin keeps on changing
And nothing seems the same
The Pillar and the Met have gone
The Royal long since pulled down
As the great and unyielding concrete
Makes a city of my town
 
[Chorus:]
Ring a ring a rosie
As the light declines
I remember Dublin City
In the rare old times
 
[Chorus:]
Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey
I can no longer stay
And watch the new glass cages
That spring up along the quay
My mind's too full of memories
Too old to hear new chimes
I'm a part of what was Dublim
In the rare old times
 
[Chorus: X2]
 

Love is pleasing

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I was a youth again
But a youth again I can never be
Till apples grow on an ivy tree
 
I left me father, I left me mother
I left all my sisters and brothers too
I left all my friends and me own religion
I left them all for to follow you
 
But the sweetest apple is the soonest rotten
And the hottest love is the soonest cold
And what can't be cured love has to be endured love
And now I am bound for America
 
Oh love is pleasin' and love is teasin'
And love is a pleasure when first it's new
But as it grows older sure the love grows colder
And it fades away like the morning dew
 
And love and porter makes a young man older
And love and whiskey makes him old and grey
And what can't be cured love has to be endured love
And now I am bound for America
 

The Old Alarm Clock

When first I came to London
In the year of 39
The city looked so wonderful,
And the girls were so divine
But the coppers got suspicious,
And they soon gave me the knock
I was charged with being the owner
Of an old alarm clock
 
Well, next morning down by Marlborough Street,
I caused no little stir
The I.R.A were busy
And a telephone did burr
Says the judge I'm going to charge you,
With the possession of this machine.
And I'm also going to charge you,
With the wearing of the Green
 
Well, says I to him, your honour,
If you give me half a chance
I'll show you how me small machine
Can make the peelers dance
Well, it ticks away politely,
'Til you get an awful shock
And it ticks away the gelignite,
On me old alarm clock
 
O the judge says listen here my man
And I'll tell you of a plan
For you and all your countrymen
I do not give a damn
Well, the only time you'll take is mine,
Ten years in Dartmoor dock
And you can count it by the ticking,
Of your old alarm clock.
 
Well, this lonely Dartmoor City
Would put many in the jigs
The cell it isn't pretty
And it isn't very big
Sure long ago I'd have left the place,
If I had only got,
Ah! me couple of sticks of gelignite
And me old alarm clock
 

The Town I Loved So Well

In my memory I will always see
the town that I have loved so well
Where our school played ball by the gasyard 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 loved 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 a mother's role,
fed the children and then trained the dogs
And when times got tough there was just about enough
But they saw it through without complaining
For deep inside was a burning pride
in the town I loved so well
 
There was music there in the Derry air
like a language that we all could understand
I remember the day when I earned my first pay
And I played in a 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 learned about life and I'd found a wife
in the town I loved so well
 
But when I returned how my eyes have 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 tree
Now the army's installed by that old gasyard wall
and the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher
With their tanks and their guns, oh my God, what have they done
to the town I loved so well
 
Now the music's gone but they carry on
For their spirit's been bruised, never broken
They will not forget but their hearts are 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 bright, brand new day
in the town I loved so well
 

Springhill Mining Disaster

In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia,
Down in the dark of the Cumberland Mine,
There's blood on the coal,
And the miners lie,
In roads that never saw sun or sky,
Roads that never saw sun or sky

In the town of Springhill you don't sleep easy,
Often the earth will tremble and roll,
When the earth is restless miners die,
Bone and blood is the price of coal,
Bone and blood is the price of coal.

In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia,
Late in the year of '58,
The day still comes and the sun still shines,
But it's dark as the grave in the Cumberland mine,
Dark as the grave in the Cumberland Mine.

Three days past when the lamps gave out,
And Caleb Rushton got up and said,
'We've no more water or light or bread,
So we'll live on songs and hope instead,
Live on songs and hope instead.'

Listen for the shouts of the black face miners,
Listen through the rubble for the rescue teams,
Three hundred tonnes of coal and slag,
Hope imprisoned in a three foot seam,
Hope imprisoned in a three foot seam.

Twelve days past and some were rescued,
Leaving the dead to lie alone,
Through all their live they dug a grave,
Two miles of earth is a marking stone,
Two miles of earth is a marking stone

Carrickfergus

I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrant
I would swim over the deepest ocean
Just to see my love before I die
But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
And neither have I the wings to fly
I wish I had a handsome boatman
To carry me over, my love and I.

My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy times I spent so long ago
My boyhood friends and my own relations
Have all gone on now, like the melting snow
But I spend my days in endless roaming
Soft as the grass my bed is free
Oh to be back now in Carrickfergus
On that long road down to the sea

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

The River Saile (Weile, Waile)

There was an old woman and she lived in the wood
A weila weila waila
There was an old woman and she lived in the wood
Down by the River Saile

She had a baby three months old
A weila weila waila
She had a baby three months old
Down by the River Saile

She had a penknife long and sharp
A weila weila waila
She had a penknife long and sharp
Down by the River Saile

She stuck the penknife in the baby's heart
A weila weila waila
She stuck the penknife in the baby's heart
Down by the River Saile

Tere was three loud knocks came knocking on the door
A weila weila waila
Three loud knocks came knocking on the door
Down by the River Saile

There was two policeman and a man
A weila weila waila
Two policeman and a man
Down by the River Saile

They took her away and they put her into jail
A weila weila waila
They took her away and they put her into jail
Down by the River Saile

They put a rope around her neck
A weila weila waila
They put a rope around her neck
Down by the River Saile

They pulled the rope she got hung
A weila weila waila
They pulled the rope she got hung
Down by the River Saile

Now that was the end of the woman in the wood
A weila weila waila
And that was the end of the baby too
Down by the River Saile

The Irish Rover

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

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of bone
We had three million bails of old nanny goats' tails
We had four million barrels of stone
We had five million dogs and six million hogs
Seven million barrels of Porter
We had eight million bails of old blind horses hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover

There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
And he longs for the shore and a pretty young whore
Who will melt all his troubles away
All the noise and the rout swillin' poteen and stout
For him soon is done and over
Of the love of a maid, he is never afraid
An old salt from the Irish Rover

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

Whiskey in the Jar

As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Said 'Stand and deliver' for he were a bold deceiver

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

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

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o.
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

'Twas was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she had stolen away me rapier
I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Now there's some take delight in the carriages a-rollin'
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

If anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' in Killkenny
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my ole a-sporting Jenny

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o.
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Seven Drunken Nights

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing inside her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing inside your thing where my old thing should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before