UCD Mountaineering Club Song List

Afternoon Delight

Sky rockets in flight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight

Started out this morning feeling so polite
I always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn't bite
But you've got some bait a waitin' and I think I might try nibbling
A little afternoon delight

Sky rockets in flight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight

Please be waiting for me, baby, when I come around
We could make a lot of lovin' 'for the sun goes down

Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite
Looking forward to a little afternoon delight
Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite
And the thought of lovin' you is getting so exciting

Sky rockets in flight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight

Afternoon delight!
 

Amhrán na bhFiann

Sinne Fianna Fáil,
Atá faoi gheall ag Éirinn,
Buíon dár slua
Thar toinn do ráinig chugainn
Faoi mhóid bheith saor.
Seantír ár sinsear feasta
Ní fhágfar faoin tíorán ná faoin tráill;
Anocht a théim sa bhearna bhaoil,
Le gean ar Ghaeil chun báis nó saoil,
Le gunna-scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar
Seo libh canaig Amhrán na bhFiann.
 

The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

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?
 

Barry's Column

In armoured cars they came to stay,
And wipe the Irish cowards away
But oh, the lovely holiday
Was stopped by Barry's Column

Oh but isn't great to see
The Tommies and the R.I.C
The Black And Tans and the Staters flee
Away from Barry's Column

By, George might have some wiley tricks
And have the volunteers to fix
Yet all his Black And Tans go sick
When they think of Barry's Column

His ships all come in red and black,
No tanks or war equipment lack
Yet o'er the sea, they'll ne'er get back
If caught by Barry's Column

Along the lonely road they wind
Armed in front, and armed behind
"We're sorry, but that bridge is mine"
Said the lads of Barry's Column

They stopped to rest just for a spell
Some hand-grenades upon them fell
"Here sort them out among yourselves"
Said the lads from Barry's Column

Oh but isn't it great to see,
The Staters and the R.I.C
The Tommies and the Tans all flee
Away from Barry's Column
 

Bestiality's Best

Intercourse with a horse, boys, intercourse with a horse
Intercourse with a horse, boys, intercourse with a horse 'cause...

shove your log up a dog...
have a shag with a stag...
soixante-neuf with a Smurf...
cream the tail of a whale...
have a fuck with a duck...
get it in deep with a sheep...
do it again with a hen...
down the throat of a goat...
up the hole of a mole...
don't know how with a cow...
up the rear of a deer...
bring in a third with a bird...
sixty-nine with a porcupine...
up the gee of a flea...
 

Die Biene Maja

Und diese Biene, die ich meine,
Nennt sich Maja
Kleine freche schlaue Biene Maja
Maja fliegt durch ihre Welt
Zeigt uns das was ihr gefällt
Wir treffen heute unsere Freundin
Biene Maja
Diese kleine freche Biene Maja
Maja, allerliebste Maja
Maja (Maja), Maja (Maja)
Maja erzähle uns von dir.

Wenn ich an einem schönen Tag
Durch eine Blumenwiese geh?
Und kleine Bienen fliegen seh?
Denk? ich an eine die ich mag.

Und diese Biene, die ich meine,
Nennt sich Maja
Kleine freche schlaue Biene Maja
Maja fliegt durch ihre Welt
Zeigt uns das was ihr gefällt
Wir treffen heute unsere Freundin
Biene Maja
Diese kleine freche Biene Maja
Maja, allerliebste Maja
Maja (Maja), Maja (Maja)
Maja erzähle uns von dir.
 

Black is the Colour

I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes;
If you no more on earth I see,
I can't serve you as you have me.

The winter's passed and the leaves are green,
The time is passed that we have seen;
But still I hope the time will come,
When you and I shall be as one.

I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep;
I'll write to you a few short lines,
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.

So fare you well, my own true love,
The time has passed, but I wish you well;
But still I hope the time will come,
When you and I will be as one.

I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes;
The prettiest face, the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.
 

Black Velvet Band

In a neat little town they call Belfast,
Apprentice to trade I was found,
Many an hour sweet happiness,
Have I spent in this neat little town,
Till bad misfortune befell me,
Which caused me to stray from the land,
Far away from my friends and relations,
Betrayed by the black velvet band.

Well I was out strolling one evening,
Not meaning to go very far
When I met with a pretty young damsel
She was selling her trade in a bar
She was both fair and handsome,
And her neck it was just like a swan,
And her hair it hung it over her shoulder,
Tied up with a black velvet band.

I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid,
And the gentleman passing us by,
Well I knew she meant the doing of him,
By the look in her roguish black-eye,
The gold watch she took from his pocket,
And placed it right into my hand,
On the very first day that I met her,
Bad luck from the black velvet band.

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

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

Bohemian Rhapsody

Mama just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had 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, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you 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 silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning 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 this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go (Let me go) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mama 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,
Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows
 

Boys From The County Armagh

It's my old Irish home
Far across the foam
Although I've often left it
In foreign lands to roam
No matter where I wander
Through cities near or far
My heart is at home in old Ireland
In the county of Armagh

I've traveled that part of the County
Through Newtown, Forkhill, Crossmaglen
Around the Gap of Mountnorris
And home by Blackwater again
Where the girls are so gay and so hearty
None fairer in Erin go bragh,
But where are the boys that can court them,
Like the boys from the county Armagh!
 

The Boys of Barr na Sraide

With cudgels stout they roamed about in search of the dreolin
We searched for birds from every furze, from Letir to Dooneen
We danced for joy beneath the sky, life held no print nor plan
When the boys of Barr na Sraide went hunting for the wren

And when the hills were bleeding, and the rifles were aflame
To the rebel homes of Kerry the Saxon strangers came
But the men who dares the Auxies and who fought the Black and Tans
Were those boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren

But now they toil in foreign soil where they have made their way
Deep in the heart of London town and over in Broadway
And I am left to sing their deeds, and praise them while I can
Those boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren

And here's a health to them tonight, wherever they may be
By the groves of Carhan River or the slopes of Benetee
John Daly and Batt Andy, and the Sheehans, Con and Dan
And the boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren

And when the wheel of life runs out, and peace comes over me
Just take me back to that old town between the hills and sea
I'll take my rest in those green fields, the place where life began
With those boys of Barr na Sraide who hunted for the wren
 

Bridge Over Troubled Waters

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.
When darkness comes
And pain is all around,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

Sail on silvergirl
Sail on by.
Your time has come to shine.
All your dreams are on their way.
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.
 

California Dreamin'

California dreaming
On such a winter's day

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

California dreaming
On such a winter's day

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

California dreaming
On such a winter's day
On such a winter's day
On such a winter's day
 

Casey

The low road goes from Killorglin all the way to Aunnascaul
When Casey came to guide us he never used his brakes at all
A trail of sheepdogs littered Kerry from Killorglin to Macroom
He might have been all souls' salvation but he also was the sheepdogs'doom

Casey, Casey, you're the devil when you get behind the wheel
It was a sad day for the Kerry sheepdogs when your Firestones theydid feel

From the Holy Diocese of Galway Eamon went to London town
Where the traffic cops out on their duty they overtook and they flaggedhim down
As he was tearing after luncheon around the city like a loon
Regardless to his rank and station they forced him to blow up theirauld balloon

Geographically he was in limbo, faced with justice through and through
No obligations were accepted, he was rightly up the flue
No bolt of lightning from the heavens could remove the boys in blue
He wished the force that worked at Cana would turn his wine into watertoo

Casey, Casey, you're the devil when you get behind the wheel
It was a sad day for the Kerry sheepdogs when your Firestones theydid feel

And when Ronnie Reagan came to Ireland all the wankers made a greatfurore
But Eamon remembered Bishop Romero, said he'd even up the score
Casey, Casey said, God willing, I'll meet Reagan on the road
Niall O'Brien will hear his confession when I've taught him the greencross code

Casey, Casey, you're the right man to teach them Yankees right fromwrong
If it wasn't for yourself and Reagan there wouldn't be much to MartinEgan's song

Casey, Casey, you're the devil when you get behind the wheel
It was a sad day for the Kerry sheepdogs when your Firestones theydid feel
 

City of Chicago

Eighteen forty-seven was the year it all began
Deadly pains of hunger drove a million from the land
They journeyed not for glory, their motive wasn't greed
A voyage of survival across the stormy sea

To the city of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall
There are people dreaming of the hills of Donegal

Some of them knew fortune and some of them knew fame
More of them knew hardship, died upon the plane
They spread throughout the nation, they rode the railroad cars
Brought their songs and music to ease their lonely hearts

To the city of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall
There are people dreaming of the hills of Donegal
 

Danny Boy

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And 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, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warm and 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

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
 

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.
 

Fairy Tale of New York

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

(chorus)
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

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

(chorus)

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

(chorus)
 

Fields of Athenry

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

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
 

Fiddler's Green

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

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

And when you're in dock and the long trip is thru
There's pubs and there's clubs, and there's lassies there too
Now the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum hanging from every tree

Chorus

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

Chorus
 

Finnegan's Wake

Chorus:
Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner
Whirl the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

One mornin' Tim was feelin' full
His head was heavy which made him shake;
He fell from the ladder and broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed,
A gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head.

His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs.F innegan called for lunch,
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien began to bawl
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?"
"O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
"Arragh, hold your gob" said Paddy McGhee!

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawlin' on the floor.
And then the war did soon engage
'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began.

Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim!
The corpse revives! See how he raises!
Timothy rising from the bed,
Says, "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thanum an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"
 

The Foggy Dew

Right proudly high over Dublin town
They flung out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Britannia's huns with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.

Oh, the night fell black and the rifles crack
Made "Perfidious Albion" reel
'Mid the leaden rail, seven tongues of flame
Did shine o'er the lines of steel
By each shining blade, a prayer was said
That to Ireland her sons be true
And when morning broke still the war flag shook
Out its fold in the Foggy Dew.

'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
or the fringe of the grey North Sea
Oh had they died by Pearse's side,
or had fought with Cathal Brugha
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep,
'neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew.

But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, with deep amaze,
At those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the Foggy Dew.

Ah, back through the glen I rode again,
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go
And I'd kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead,
When you fell in the Foggy Dew.
 

Four Green Fields

"Long time ago" said the fine old woman
"Long time ago" this proud old woman did say
"There was war and death, plundering and pillage
My children starved, by mountain, valley and sea
And their wailing cries, they shook the very heavens;
My four green fields ran red with their blood" said she.

"What have I now?" said the fine old woman
"What have I now?" this proud old woman did say
"I have four green fields, one of them`s in bondage
In stranger`s hands that tried to take it from me
But my sons have sons as brave as were their fathers;
My fourth green field shall bloom once again" said she.
 

The Green Fields of France

(Chorus)
Did they beat the drum slowly,
Did they play the fife 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.

Ah the sun now it shines on these green fields of France,
The 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're no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard is still No Man's Land,
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man,
To a whole generation that was butchered and damned.

Ah, young Willie McBride, I can't help wonder why,
Did all those who lay here really know why they died?
And did they believe when they answered the call,
Did they really believe that this war would end war?
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.
 

Hand Me Down My Bible

I like my liquor and my livin' hard
May the Lord save my soul
My salvation was the turn of a card
My heart's as black as coal
But everybody's got the right to go wrong
Everybody's got to sing my song
Everybody's got the right to go wrong
Sing my song, sing my song

Oho glory-o, now I am the Lord's disciple
Oho glory-o, now hand me down my bible

Oho glory-o, now I am the Lord's disciple
Oho glory-o, now hand me down my bible

I don't give a damn for any man
As all the world can see
The time has come to make a stand
To shine your light on me
Come on people let your life begin
Come on now let the sun shine in
Come on people let your life begin
Let it in, let it in

Oho glory-o, now I am the Lord's disciple
Oho glory-o, now hand me down my bible

Oho glory-o, now I am the Lord's disciple
Oho glory-o, now hand me down my bible

Oho glory-o, now I am the Lord's disciple
Oho glory-o, now hand me down my bible
 

Hey Jude

Hey, Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better.

And any time you feel the pain, hey, Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
Well don't you know that its a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder

Hey, Jude! Don't let her down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember, to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better.

So let it out and let it in, hey, Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you, hey, Jude,
You'll do, the movement you need is on your shoulder

Hey, Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
 

The Holy Ground

You're the girl I do adore,
And still I live in hope to see,
The Holy Ground once more -
Fine girl you are.
We're on the Salt Sea sailing
and you are safe behind
Fond letters I will write to you,
the secrets of my mind,
Fond letters I will to you,
the girl I do adore
And still I live in hope to see
the Holy Ground once more.
Fine girl you are,

You're the girl I do adore,
And still I live in hope to see,
The Holy Ground once more -
Fine girl you are. I see a storm arising,
I can see it coming soon
For the night is dark and dreary,
you can scarcely see the moon
And the good old ship she is tossing about,
and her riggings is all tore,
But still I live in hope to see
the Holy Ground once more.
Fine girl you are,

You're the girl I do adore,
And still I live in hope to see,
The Holy Ground once more -
Fine girl you are.
And now the storm is over
and we are safe on shore
And a health we'll drink to the Holy Ground
and the girls we do adore
We will drink strong ale and porter,
and make the taprooms roar
And when our money is all spent
we will go to sea for more.
Fine girl you are,

You're the girl I do adore,
And still I live in hope to see
The Holy Ground once more -
Fine girl you are!
 

House of the Rising Sun

If I'd a-listened what mama said
I'd a-been at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy,
I let a gambler lead me astray.

My mother, she's a tailor,
She sewed those new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord,
Drinks down in New Orleans.

The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk;
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.

Fills his glasses to the brim,
Passes them around,
The only pleasure that he gets out of life
Is a-hoboin' from town to town.

Go tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done,
To shun that house in the New Orleans
That they call the Risin' Sun!

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

Going back to New Orleans,
My time is almost done;
Going back to spend my life
Beneath that Rising Sun.
 

I'll Tell Me Ma

Albert Mooney says he loves her, all the boys are fightin' for her,
Knock at the door, ring at the bell, sayin' "Oh, me true love, are you well?"
Out she comes, as white as snow, rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ould Johny Morrissey says she'll  die, If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high,
And the snow comes a travelin' from the sky,
She's as nice as an apple pie, she'll get her own lad by and by,
When she gets a lad of her own, she won't tell her ma when she gets home.
So let them all come as they will, It's Albert Mooney she loves still.
 

The Irish Rover

'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.
 

Joe Hill

"In Salt Lake, Joe," says I to him,
Him standing by my bed,
"They framed you on a murder charge,"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead,"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead."

"The copper bosses killed you, Joe,
They shot you, Joe," says I.
"Takes more than guns to kill a man,"
Says Joe, "I didn't die,"
Says Joe, "I didn't die."

And standing there as big as life
And smiling with his eyes
Joe says, "What they forgot to kill
Went on to organize,
Went on to organize."

"Joe Hill ain't dead," he says to me,
"Joe Hill ain't never died.
Where working men are out on strike
Joe Hill is at their side,
Joe Hill is at their side."

"From San Diego up to Maine,
In every mine and mill,
Where workers strike and organize,"
Says he, "You'll find Joe Hill,"
Says he, "You'll find Joe Hill."

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you or me
Says I, "But Joe, you're ten years dead,"
"I never died," says he
"I never died," says he
 

Lisdoonvarna

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.
 

The Manchester Rambler

Chorus
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way,
I get all my pleasure the hard moorland way.
I may be a wage slave on Monday,
But I am a free man on Sunday.

There's pleasure in dragging thro' peat-bogs and bragging
Of all the fine walks that you know;
There's even a measure of some kind of pleasure
In wading through ten feet of snow!
I've stood on the edge of the Downfall
And seen all the valleys outspread,
And sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead.

(Chorus)

The day was just ending as I was descending
Through Grindsbrook by Upper-Tor,
When a voice cried, "Hey, you!" in the way keepers do,
He'd the worst face that ever I saw.
The things that he said were unpleasant;
In the teeth of his fury I said
That sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead.

(Chorus)

He called me a louse and said, "Think of the grouse."
Well - I thought but I still couldn't see
Why old Kinder Scout and the moors round about
Couldn't take both the poor grouse and me.
He said, "All this land is my master's!"
At that I stood shaking my head, -
No man has the right to own mountains
Any more than the deep ocean bed.

(Chorus)

I once loved a maid, a spot-welder by trade,
She was fair as the rowan in bloom,
And the blue of her eye mocked the June moorland sky,
And I loved her from April to June.
On the day that we should have been married
I went for a ramble instead;
For sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead.

(Chorus)

So I'll walk where I will over mountain and hill
And I'll lie where the bracken is deep;
I belong to the mountains, the clear running fountains
Where the grey rocks rise rugged and steep.
I have seen the white hare in the galleys
And the curlew fly high overhead,
And sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead.

(Chorus)

Maids When You're Young

CHORUS:
Why?
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,
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.

Why?
He's got his falorum, fy-diddle-dy-dorum-da;
he's got his falorum, fy-diddle-dy-day;
he's got his falorum, I've found his ding-dorum
maids when you're young, never wed an old man,
 

Mary from Dunloe

Oh now Mary, you're my heart's delight,
My pride and my only care.
It was your cruel father
would not let me stay there.
But, absence makes the heart grow fond
And when I'm away o'er the main,
May the Lord protect my darling girl,
Until I return again.

And I wish I was in sweet Dunloe,
And seated on the grass.
And by my side a bottle of wine,
And on my knee, my lass.
I'd call for liquor of the best.
And I'd pay before I'd go.
Then I'd hold my Mary in my Arms,
In the town of sweet Dunloe.
 

The Medical Love Song

My penile warts, your herpes,
My syphilitic sores,
Your moenelial infection
How I miss you more and more
Your dobies itch my scrum-pox
Ah, lovely gonorrhea
At least we both were lying
When we said that we were clear

Our syphilitic kisses
Sealed the secret of our tryst
You gave me scrotal pustules,
With a quick flick of your wrist
Your trichovaginitis
Sent shivers down my spine
I got snailtracks in my anus
When your spirochetes met mine

Gonococcal urethritis
Streptococcal balanitis
Meningomyelitis
Diplococcal catholitis
Epidydimitis
Interstitial keratitis
Syphilitic coronitis
And anterior ureitis.
My clapped-out genitalia
Is not so bad for me
As the complete and utter failure
Every time I try to pee
My doctor says my buboes
Are the worst he's ever seen
My scrotums painted orange
And my balls are turning green
My heart is very tender
But my parts are awful raw
You might have been infected
But you never were a bore
I'm dying from your love, my love,
I'm your spirochetal clown
I've left my body to science,
But I'm afraid they've turned it down

Gonococcal urethritis
Streptococcal balanitis
Meningomyelitis
Diplococcal catholitis
Epidydimitis
Interstitial keratitis
Syphilitic coronitis
And anterior ureitis.
 

Mo Ghile Mear

'Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear,
'Sé mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear,
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear.

Bímse buan ar buaidhirt gach ló,
Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag tuar na ndeór
Mar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beó
'S ná ríomhtar tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrón.

Ní labhrann cuach go suairc ar nóin
Is níl guth gadhair i gcoillte cnó,
Ná maidin shamhraidh i gcleanntaibh ceoigh
Ó d'imthigh uaim an buachaill beó.

Marcach uasal uaibhreach óg,
Gas gan gruaim is suairce snódh,
Glac is luaimneach, luath i ngleo
Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag tuargain treon.

Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil
's líontair táinte cárt ar bord
Le hinntinn ard gan chaim, gan cheó
Chun saoghal is sláinte d' fhagháil dom leómhan.

Ghile mear 'sa seal faoi chumha,
's Eire go léir faoi chlócaibh dubha;
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó luaidh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear.
 

Molly Malone

Chorus:
Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!

Now she was a fishmonger,
And sure twas no wonder,
For so were her mother and father before,
And they each wheeled their barrow,
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"!
 

Monto

chorus:
  And take her up to Monto, Monto, Monto
  Take her up to Monto, lan-ge- roo,
  To you!

You've heard of the Duke of Gloucester, the dirty old imposter
He got a mot and lost her, up the Furry Glen.
He first put on his bowler and he buttoned up his trousers,
And he whistled for a growler and he says, "My man"
Take me up to etc

You've heard of the Dublin Fusileers, the dirty old bamboozileers,
They went and got the childer, one, two, three.
Oh, marching from the Linen Hall there's one for every cannonball,
And Vick's going to send them all, o'er the sea.
But first go up to etc.

When Carey told on Skin-the-goat, O'Donnell caught him on the boat
He wished he'd never been afloat, the filthy skite.
It wasn't very sensible to tell on the Invincibles]
They stood up for their principles, day and night.
And they all went up to...

Now when the Czar of Russia and the King of Prussia
Landed in the Phoenix Park in a big balloon,
They asked the polismen to play "The Wearin' of the Green"
But the buggers in the depot didn't know the tune.
So they both went up to etc.

Now the Queen she came to call on us, she wanted to see all of us
I'm glad she didn't fall on us, she's eighteen stone.
"Mister Melord the Mayor," says she, "Is this all you've got to showme?"
"Why, no ma'am there's some more to see, Pog mo thoin!"
And he took her up etc.
 

The Mountains of Mourne

I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed
Well, if you believe me, when asked to a ball
Faith, they don't wear no top to their dresses at all.
Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in trath
Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary Macree,
Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I've seen England's king from the top of a bus
And I've never known him, but he means to know us.
And tho' by the Saxon we once were oppressed,
Still I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest.
And now that he's visited Erin's green shore
We'll be much better friends than we've been heretofore
When we've got all we want, we're as quiet as can be
Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

You remember young Peter O'Loughlin, of course
Well, now he is here at the head of the force
I met him today, I was crossing the Strand
And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand
And there we stood talkin' of days that are gone
While the whole population of London looked on
But for all these great powers he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind
With beautiful shapes nature never designed
And lovely complexions all roses and cream
But O'Loughlin remarked with regard to the same
That if at those roses you venture to sip
The colours might all come away on your lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.
 

Moville

Where's That.
In Moville, in Moville.
In Mo, in Mo, in Mo, in Moville.
Oh the parson is a bugger and the vicar is another
and they bugger one another in Moville.

Oh I knew a man called Russell in Moville...
... and he strained a vital muscle
in a homosexual tussle in Moville.

There's a shortage of fine whores in Moville
... but there's keyholes in the doors
and there's knotholes in the floors in Moville.

There's a shortage of fine glasses in Moville
... 'cause the upper middle classes
shove their glasses up their asses in Moville.

Oh I knew a man called Frank in Moville
... and he'd fill a gallon tank
in a twenty four hour wank in Moville.

Oh I knew a man called Hunt in Moville
... and he thought he had a cunt
but his ass was back to front in Moville.

Oh the birds they fly high in Moville
... and they shit right in your eye,
Oh the birds they fly high in Moville.

There's no light in the lighthouse in Moville
... 'cause they use it as a shitehouse,
There's no light in the lighthouse in Moville.

There's virgin so they say in Moville
... she was born of yesterday
and the baby's on it's way in Moville.
 

On Ilkley Moore Bar T'at

  On Ilkley Moor bar t'at
  On Ilkley Moor bar t'at
  On Ilkley Moor bar t'at

Thou've been-a-courting Mary-Jane, Mary-Jane
On Ilkley Moor bar t'at
Thou've been-a-courting Mary-Jane, Mary-Jane
Thou've been-a-courting Mary-Jane without thy trousers on

  On Ilkley Moor...

Thoust going to catch thy death of cold, death of cold
On Ilkley Moor bar t'at
Thoust going to catch thy death of cold, death of cold
Thoust going to catch thy death of cold without thy trousers on

  On Ilkley Moor...

Then we shall have to bury thee, bury thee
On Ilkley Moor bar t'at
Then we shall have to bury thee, bury thee
Then we shall have to bury thee without thy trousers on

  On Ilkley Moor...

Then t'worms shall come and eat thee up, eat thee up
On Ilkley Moor bar t'at
Then t'worms shall come and eat thee up, eat thee up
Then t'worms shall come and eat thee up without thy trousers on

  On Ilkley Moor...

Then ducks shall come and eat up t'worms, eat up t'worms
On Ilkley Moor bar t'at
then ducks shall come and eat up t'worms, eat up t'worms
Then ducks shall come and eat up t'worms without thy trousers on

  On Ilkley Moor...

Then we shall come and eat up ducks, eat up ducks
On Ilkley Moor bar t'at
Then we shall come and eat up ducks, eat up ducks
Then we shall come and eat up ducks without thy trousers on

  On Ilkley Moor...

Then we shall all have eaten thee, eaten thee
On Ilkley Moor bar t'at
Then we shall all have eaten thee, eaten thee
Then we shall all have eaten thee without thy trousers on

  On Ilkley Moor...

There is a moral to this tale, to this tale
On Ilkley Moor bar t'at
There is a moral to this tale, to this tale
There is a moral to this tale without thy trousers on

  On Ilkley Moor...

Don't go a-courting Mary-Jane, Mary-Jane
On Ilkley Moor bar t'at
Don't go a-courting Mary-Jane, Mary-Jane
Don't go a-courting Mary-Jane without thy trousers on

  On Ilkley Moor...
 

Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile

Curfá:
Óró sé do bheatha 'bhaile
Óró sé do bheatha 'bhaile
Óró sé do bheatha 'bhaile
'Nois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.

Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile;
Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda
Gaeil iad féin is ní Frainc ná Spáinnigh;
Is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh.

A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann;
Muna mbíonn beo ina dheoidh ach seachtain,
Gráinne Mhaol is míle gaiscíoch;
Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh.
 

The Ould Triangle

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

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
 

Paddy on the Railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-two
From Hartlepool I moved to Crewe
Found myself a job to do
A working on the railway

I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging hitches, as I was
Working on the Railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-three
I broke the shovel across me knee
I went to work for the company
On the Leeds to Selby railway

I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging hitches, as I was
Working on the Railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-four
I landed on the Liverpool shore
My belly was empty me hands were raw
With working on the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-five
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
And working on the railway

I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging hitches, as I was
Working on the Railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-six
I changed my trade to carrying bricks
I changed my trade to carrying bricks
From working on the railway

I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging hitches, as I was
Working on the Railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-seven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven
The old bugger was thinking of going to Heaven
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty-eight
I learned to drink my whiskey straight
I learned to drink my whiskey straight
While working on the railway

I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging hitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
 

Péigín Leitir Móir

Tá Bríd agam, tá Cáit agam, 'sí Péigan bhean is fearr,
Cibé fear a gheobhfas í, nach air a bheas an t-ádh

Chuir mé scéala siar aici go ceannóinn díbád mór.
'Sé an sceal a chuir sí aniar agam go ndéanfadhleathbhád seoil.

Is tá iascairí na Gaillimhe ag teacht aniar le cóir,
Le solas gealaí gile nó go bhfeicfidís an tseóid.

Eirigh suas a Pheigín agus seas ar bharr an aird,
Comhairigh do chuid bulláin aguis féach an bhfuil siadann.
 

Philosophers' Drinking Song

Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table.

David Hume could out-consume
Wilhelm Freidrich Hegel,

And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.

There's nothing Nietzche couldn't teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.

Plato, they say, could stick it away--
Half a crate of whiskey every day.

Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle.
Hobbes was fond of his dram,

And René Descartes was a drunken fart.
'I drink, therefore I am.'

Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed,
A lovely little thinker,
But a bugger when he's pissed
 

Plastic Jesus

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..
 

Les Pieds de Cochons

Pieds de Cochon, Marie-Madeleine,} (bis)
Pieds de Cochon, Marie-Madelon.}

Madeleine a les mollets ronds, les mollets ronds,
... les genoux cagneux,
et les pieds de cochon (bis)

... les cuisses graisseuses,
... la touffe qui pue,
... l'clito qui pend,
... l'vagin mouillard,
... le slip mouillé,
... le cul terreux,
... le ventre rond,
... les seins qui tombent,
... le menton crochu,
... la bouche carrée,
... le nez pointu,
... l'esprit tordu,
... c'est celle que j'aime.
 

Pretty Fair Maid

...I would marry a carpenter
For he would screw...

...I would marry an astronaut
For he would probe...

...I would marry a tobacconist
For he would shag...

...I would marry a hoover
For he would suck...

...I would marry a joiner
For he would bang...

...I would marry a Roddy Doyle
For he would fuck...

...I would marry a plumber
For he would plunge...

...I would marry a farmer
For he would plough...

...I would marry a referee
For he would blow...

...I would marry a miller
For he would grind...

...I would marry a camel
For he would hump...

...I would marry a barber
For he would shave...

...I would marry a carpet fitter
For he would lay...
 

Raglan Road

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the lay
of a deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passions play.
The queen of hearts still making tarts and I not making hay.
Oh, I love too much and by such, by such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign
Known to the artists who have known the true Gods of sound and stone.
And words and tint I did not stint, I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over the fields of May.

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet, I see her walking now
away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
that I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay.
When tha angel woos the clay he'll lose his wings at the dawn of the day.
 

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 childrens rhymes
That once was Dublin City in the rare ould times

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Rocky Road to Dublin

Chorus:
One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

In Mullingar that night
I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight
Next mornin' light and airy,
Took a drop of the pure,
To keep my heart from sinkin',
That's an Irishman's cure,
Whene'er he's on for drinking.
To see the lasses smile,
Laughing all the while,
At my curious style,
'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.
They ax'd if I was hired,
The wages I required,
Till I was almost tired
Of the rocky road to Dublin.

In Dublin next arrived,
I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived
A view of that fine city.
Then I took a stroll
All among the quality,
My bundle it was stole
In a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind,
Then I looked behind;
No bundle could I find
Upon my stick a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue,
They said my Connacht brogue,
Wasn't much in vogue
On the rocky road to Dublin.

From there I got away,
My spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay
As the ship was sailin';
Captain at me roared,
Said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard,
A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs
I played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs,
The water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead,
I wished myself was dead,
Or better far instead,
On the rocky road to Dublin.

The boys of Liverpool,
When we safely landed,
Called myself a fool;
I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil,
Temper I was losin',
Poor ould Erin's isle
They began abusin',
"Hurrah my soul," sez I,
My shillelagh I let fly;
Some Galway boys were by,
Saw I was a hobble in,
Then with a loud hurray,
They joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way,
For the rocky road to Dublin.
 

The Rockclimber (sung to the air of "I've beena Wild Rover")

CHORUS

And it's no nay never,
Coil up your ropes,
no nay never no more,
Will I be a rockclimber,
No never, no more.

So I went to a crag that I used to frequent
And I told the belayer me energy was spent
So I asked him to lead it and he answered me nay
"Cause you're the rockclimber - I only belay"

CHORUS
Play with your friends

So I took a big Friend from my climbing rack
And I said that I'd stick it in the off-width crack.
I climbed on up, but I started to peel,
And the hard ground beneath me was all I could feel.

CHORUS
Jangle your nuts

And now as I lie here with my broken leg
I knew that I should have banged in a peg
And all I can do now is talk on and on,
About the day I climbed the Grepon.

CHORUS
Finger that crack
 

Roddy McCorley

Oh Ireland, Mother Ireland, you love them still the best
The fearless brave who fighting fall upon your hapless breast,
But never a one of all your dead more bravely fell in fray,
Than he who marches to his fate on the bridge of Toome today.

Up the narrow street he stepped, so smiling, proud and young.
About the hemp-rope on his neck, the golden ringlets clung;
There's ne'er a tear in his blue eyes, fearless and brave are they,
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

When last this narrow street he trod, his shining pike in hand
Behind him marched, in grim array, an earnest stalwart band.
To Antrim town! To Antrim town, he led them to the fray,
But young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

The grey coat and its sash of green were brave and stainless then,
A banner flashed beneath the sun over the marching men;
The coat hath many a rent this noon, the sash is torn away,
And Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

Oh, how his pike flashed in the sun! Then found a foeman's heart,
Through furious fight, and heavy odds he bore a true man's part
And many a red-coat bit the dust before his keen pike-play,
But Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

There's never a one of all your dead more bravely died in fray
Than he who marches to his fate in Toomebridge town today;
True to the last! True to the last, he treads the upwards way,
And young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.
 

The Rose of Tralee

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

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

Though lovely and fair as the rose of the summer
Yet, 'twas not her beauty alone that won me
Oh no! 'Twas the the truth in her eye ever beaming
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
 

Salonika

(chorus)
So right away, so right away
Right away 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
 

The Sash My Father Wore

I'ts old but it is beautiful,
It's colours they are fine,
It was worn at 'Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen,
And the Boyne,
My father wore it as a youth,
In byegone days of yore,
So on the Twelfth I proudly wear,
The Sash My Father Wore.

It's now I'm going to leave you,
Good luck to you I say,
And when I'm on the ocean,
For me I hope you'll pray,
I'm going to my native home,
To a place they call Dromore,
Where on the Twelfth I always were,
The Sash My Father wore.

Whenever I come back again,
My Brethren here to see,
I hope in fine oul' Orange style,
They'll always welcome me,
My favourite tune 'Boyne Water',
Will please me more and more,
And make my Orange heart feel glad,
With the Sash My Father Wore.
 

Sean South of Garryowen

And as they marched along the street
up to the barracks door,
they scorned the dangers they would face,
their fate that lay in store,
They were fighting for old Ireland's cause
to claim their very own,
And the foremost of that gallant band
was South of Garryowen.

But the sergeant foiled their daring plan,
he spied them through the door,
Then the sten guns and the rifles,
a hail of death did pour,
And when that awful night was past,
two men lay cold as stone,
There was one from near the border
and one from Garryowen.

No more he will hear the seagulls cry
or the murmuring Shannon tide,
For he fell beneath a northern sky,
brave O'Hanlon by his side.
They have gone to join that gallant band
of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone,
Another martyr for old Ireland,
Sean South of Garryowen.
 

Seven Drunken Nights

As I came home on Tuesday night, as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a coat behind the door, where my old coat should be.
I called my wife and I said to her: Will ya kindly tell to me,
Who owns that coat behind the door, where my old coat should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannotsee.
That's a woollen blanket my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before.

As I came home on Wednesday night, as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:  Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, and still you cannotsee.
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, I never saw before.

As I came home on Thursday night, as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw two boots beneath the bed, where my old boots should be.
I called my wife and I said to her: Will ya kindly tell to me,
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannotsee.
Those are two geranium pots my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But laces on geranium pots I never saw before.

As I came home on Friday night, as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a head upon the bed, where my old head should be.
I called my wife and I said to her: Will ya kindly tell to me,
Who owns that head upon the bed, where my old head should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannotsee.
That's a baby boy, that my 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.

As I came home on a Saturday night, as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two mitts upon the tits, where my old mitts should be.
I called to my wife and I said to her: Will ya kindly tell to me,
Who owns those mitts upon the tits, where my old mitts should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, and still you cannotsee
That's a lovely lace brassiere my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more,
But fingernails on a lace brassiere, I never saw before.

As I came home on Sunday night, as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a man inside the land, where my old man should be.
I called my wife and I said to her: Would ya kindly tell to me,
Who owns the man inside the land where my old man should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannotsee.
That's just that lovely rolling pin my mother sent to me.
Well, its many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But a condom on a rolling pin I never saw before.

Variations:

Now when I came home on Sunday night, a little after three.
I saw a man run out the door with his britches around his knees.
So I called to my wife and I said to her: would you kindly tell tome,
who was that man who ran out the door with his britches around hisknees?
Oh you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, and still you cannotsee,
Twas nothing but the tax collector the Queen sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But an Englishman that could last 'till three I never saw before.
 

She Moved Through The Fair

She stepped away from me, and she went through the fair.
And fondly I watched her move here and move there.
And then she went homeward with one star awake,
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake.

Last night she came to me, my young love came in,
So softly she came that her feet made no din.
And she came close beside me, and this she did say,
"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day."
 

Sloopy

Sloopy lives in a very bad part of town
And everybody there tries to put my Sloopy down
Sloopy I don't care what your daddy do
'Cause you know Sloopy girl I'm in love with you
And so I'm singing...

CHORUS
Yeah yeah yeah yeah...

LEAD BREAK

Sloopy let your hair down girl, let it run down on me
Sloopy let your hair down girl, let it run down on me

Come on Sloopy Come on, come on - x 2
Well come on Sloopy Come on, come on - x 2

Well it feels so good Come on, come on
You know it feels so good Come on, come on

Well shake it, shake it, shake it Sloopy Come on, come on
Well shake it, shake it, shake it yeah
Yeah...

CHORUS
 

An Spailpín Fánach

D'fhág sise teach a hathar féin;
D'fhág sise gaolta 's cairde
Thréig sise 'n fear a bhí luaite léi
Agus lean sí an Spailpín fánach
Ah dí dú, ah, dí dú dah dé
Ah dí dú, ah, dí dé dí.
Thréig sise 'n fear a bhí luaite léi
Agus lean sí an Spailpín fánach

Ghluais a hathair sa tóir 'na ndiaidh
Trasna sléibhte is bánta,
Ag iarraidh tuairisc' fána nion
Is an Spailpín béalbhinn fánach
Ah dí dú, ah, dí dú dah dé
Ah dí dú, ah, dí dé dí.
Ag iarraidh tuairisc' fána nion
Is an Spailpín béalbhinn fánach

Tháining sé 'r ball go dtí caisleán mór
B'ann a fuair sé 'n lánúin
Is bhí togha gach bia agus rogha gach dí
Ag an níon 's ag an Spailpín fánach
Ah dí dú, ah, dí dú dah dé
Ah dí dú, ah, dí dé dí.
Is bhí togha gach bia agus rogha gach dí
Ag an níon 's ag an Spailpín fánach

"Ní spailpín é, a athair", ar sí,
"Ach tiarna óg na háite;
Go dté mé i gcré ní scarfaidh mé
Leis an Spailpín béalbhinn fánach."
Ah dí dú, ah, dí dú dah dé
Ah dí dú, ah, dí dé dí.
Go dté mé i gcré ní scarfaidh mé
Leis an Spailpín béalbhinn fánach.
 

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.
 

Springhill Mine Disaster

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

In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia
Late in the year of fifty-eight
Day still comes and the sun still shines
But it's dark as the grave in the Cumberland mine

Down at the coal face, miners working
Rattle of the belt and the cutter's blade
Rumble of the rock and the walls closed round
The living and the dead men two miles down

Twelve men lay two miles from the pitshaft
Twelve men lay in the dark and sang
Long hot days in the miners tomb
It was three feet high and a hundred long

Three days past and the lamps gave out
Our foreman rose on his elbow and said
We're out of light and water and bread
So we'll live on song and hope instead

Listen for the shouts of the barefaced miners
Listen thru the rubble for a rescue team
Six hundred feet of coal and slag
Hope imprisoned in a three foot seam

Eight days passes and some were rescued
Leaving the dead to lie alone
Thru all their lives they dug their grave
Two miles of earth for a marking stone

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
 

Star of the County Down

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

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

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 Rose McCann.
I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet
Did I meet with in 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'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Though with rust my plow turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.
 

Streets of New York

At the time Uncle Benjy was a p'liceman in Brooklyn
And me father the youngest looked after the farm
When a phone call from America said,"send the lad over"
And the ould 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 uncle's apartment on East 53rd,
I was feeling so happy I was humming a song,
And I sang you're as "Free as a bird".

Well to shorten the story what I found out that day.
Was that Benjy got shot in a downtown foray,
And while I was flying my way to New York,
Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue.
Well I phoned up 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 to 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 couldn't 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 cought me a plane,
And I found myself back in the U.S. 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.
 

Sunshine, Lollipops And Rainbows

My life is sunshine, lollipops and rainbows,
That's how this refrain goes, so come on, join in everybody!

Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows,
Everything that's wonderful is sure to come your way
When you're in love to stay.

Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows,
Everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together,
Brighter than a lucky penny,
When you're near the rain cloud disappears, dear,
And I feel so fine just to know that you are mine.

My life is sunshine, lollipops and rainbows,
That's how this refrain goes, so come on, join in everybody!

Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows,
Everything that's wonderful is sure to come your way
'Cause you're in love, you're in love,
And love is here to stay!
 

Sunshine Mountain

Climb.... mime climbing with hands
Breezes ...... Puff-puff
Faces .... circle face with hands.
Turn..... turn through 360° in time to singing.
Reach up to the sky..... with both hands.
Climb ... as before
You ... point away; I ... point to self.
 

The Town I Loved so Well

In the early morn the shirt factory horn
Called women from Creggan, the Moor and the Bog
While the men on the dole played a mothers role
Fed the children and then walked the dog
And when times got rough, there was just about enough
But the saw it through without complaining
For deep inside was a burning pride
For the town I loved so well.

There was music in the Derry air
Like a language that we could all understand
I remeber the day when I earned my first pay
As I played in a small pickup 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 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 it's 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 that old gasyard wall
And the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher
With their tanks and 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
Oh, they'll not forget still their hearts are set
On tomorrow and peace once again
Now 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.
 

Sweet Caroline

Hands, touchin' hands
Reachin' out
Touchin' me
Touchin' you

Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I've been inclined
To believe they never would

But now I
Look at the night
And it don't seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two
And when I hurt
Hurtin' runs off my shoulders
How can I hurt when I'm with you

Warm, touchin' warm
Reachin' out
Touchin' me
Touchin' you

Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I've been inclined
To believe they never would
Oh, no, no

Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I've been inclined
To believe they never would
Sweet Caroline
 

Waltzing Matilda

Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billabong
Up jumped the swagman and seized him with glee
And he sang as he tucked jumbuck in his tuckerbag
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me

Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Down came the stockman, riding on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers, one, two, three.
"Where's the jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me"

Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billabong,
"You'll never catch me alive," cried he
And his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billabong,
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.
 

Weila Waila

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

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

"Are you the woman who killed the child?"
A weila weila waila
"Are you the woman who killed the child?"
Down by the River Saile

"Yes I'm the woman who killed the child"
A weila weila waila
"Yes I'm the woman who killed the child"
Down by the River Saile

They took her away and they hung her by the neck
A weila weila waila
They took her away and they hung her by the neck
Down by the River Saile

And that was the end of the woman in the woods
A weila weila waila
That was the end of the woman in the woods
Down by the River Saile
 

Wild Rover

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.
 

Whiskey In The Jar

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.
 

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
Every 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, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
 

Yogi Bear

Yogi's got a little friend. Boo-boo, Boo-boo.
Yogi's got a little friend. Boo-boo, Boo-boo bear.
Booboo, Booboo bear. Boo-boo, Boo-boo bear.
Yogi's got a little friend. Boo-boo, Boo-boo bear.

Yogi's got a cheesy knob. Camem, Camem.
Yogi's got a cheesy knob. Camem, Camembert.
Camem, Camembert. Camem, Camembert.
Yogi's got a cheesy knob. Camem, Camembert.

Yogi's got a girlfriend,
Suzi,Suzi,
Suzi Bear.

Suzi likes it on the fridge,
polar, polar,
polar bear.

Booboo likes it up the arse,
brown, brown,
brown bear.

Yogi's dick is long and green,
cucum,Cucum,
cucumber.

Suzi has P.M.T.,
Grizzly, grizzly bear...

Yogi uses a condom
Care Bear, Care Bear

Yogi does it all night long
Threadbare, threadbear

Yogi takes it up the chimney
Sooty, Sooty

Yogi does it upside down
Koala, Koala

Yogi wears womens' underwear
Teddy, Teddy

Yogi likes it in the car,
Panda, Panda bear...

Yogi has curly hair,
Lionel, Lionel Blaire...

Yogi plays piano,
Fozzi, Fozzi bear...
 

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy

Ooh love to hold ya
Ooh love to kiss ya
Ooh love I love it so
Ooh love you're sweeter
Sweeter than sugar
Ooh love
I wont let you go

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, I got love in my tummy
And as silly as it may seem
The lovin' that you re giving
Is what keeps me livin'
And your love is like peaches and cream

Kind-a like sugar
Kind-a like spices
Kind-a like, like what you do
Kind-a sounds funny
But your love honey
And honey, I love you

Ba, da, ba, da, da , da, da
Ba, da, da, da, da, da . . .

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, I got love in my tummy
That your love can satisfy
Love, you're such a sweet thing
Good enough to eat thing
And sweet thing, that ain't no lie

I love to hold ya
I love to kiss ya
Ooh love, I love it so
Ooh love, you're sweeter
Sweeter than sugar
Ooh love, I wont let you go

Ba, da, ba, da, da , da, da
Ba, da, da, da, da, da . . .

Sweet thing, yummy yummy
Sweet thing
Sweet thing, yummy yummy
Sweet thing
 

The Zoological Gardens

We went up there to see the zoo
We saw the lion and the kangaroo
There was he-males and she-males of every hue
Up in the Zoological Gardens

We went out there by Castleknock
Says she to me "Sure, we'll court on the lock"
Then I knew she was one of the rare old stock
From outside the Zoological Gardens

Oh, thunder and lightning is no lark
When Dublin City is in the dark
So if you've any money, go up to the park
And view the Zoological Gardens

We went up there on our honeymoon
Says she to me "If you don't come soon
I'll have to get in with the hairy baboon"
Up in the Zoological Gardens

Says she to me "It's seven o'clock
And time for me to be changin' me frock
For I'd love to see that old cockatoo"
Up in the Zoological Gardens

Says she to me "Me lovely Jack
Sure I'd love a ride on the elephant's back
If you don't get out of that I'll give you such a crack"
Up in the Zoological Gardens

Oh, thunder and lightning is no lark
When Dublin City is in the dark
So if you've any money go up to the park
And view the Zoological Gardens