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Caledonia
Cam' Ye By Athol
Campfire In The Dark
Cancel Marie's Weddings
Captain Coulston
Captain Kidd
Carrickfergus (1)
Carrickfergus (2)
Carlingford Bay
Castle Of Dromore
Catch me if you can
Celtic symphony
Champion At Keeping Them Rolling
Chemical Workers Song
Children Of Hate
Cholesterol
Christmas In Trenches
City Of Chicago
Clancy Lowered The Boom
Clare To Here
Clare's Dragoons
Cliffs of Doneen, The
Clonakilty Blackpudding
Coal Quay Market
Cobbler, The
Coast of Malibar
Cod Liver Ile
Come all ye tramps and hawkers
Come back Paddy Reilly
Come By The Hills
Come to the Bower
Come out ye Black 'N Tans
Comical genus (The Guard)
Continental Céilí
Coronation Coronach (Scottish Breakaway)
Coshieville
Coulter's Candy
Crooked Jack
Cruise Of The Calibar
Courtin' in the kitchen
Crack was ninety in the Isle of Man, The
Creggan white hare, The
Croppy boy, The (1)
Croppy boy, The (2)
Curragh of Kildare, The

Total lyrics: 45

CLARE TO HERE

Oh there's four that share the room
And we work hard for the for the crack
And getting up late on Sunday I never get to mass

Chorus:
It's a long, long way from Clare here
It's a long, long way from Clare here
Oh it's a long, long way it gets further day by day
It's a long, long way from Clare here

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

Chorus

And the only time I feel all right is when I'm into drinking
It eases off the pain a bit and levels out my thinking

Chorus

Well it almost breaks my heart when I think of Josephine
I promised I'd be coming back with pockets full of green

Chorus

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

Chorus

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CLONAKILTY BLACKPUDDING

Way down in Clonakilty in the year of 89
The locomotive Banba came chugging down the line
On board sat Philip Harrington bound for culinary fame
This place looks good to make me pud; I think I'll call the same…

Chorus:
Clonakilty Blackpudding! Ses me daza, full of pep!
To put the lead back in your pencil and the spring back in your step
Heaven knows what herbs and spices are inside the saucy skin
But it brings a smile to Erin's Isle Agus fágfaimid mar sin.

The man who made the motorcars from Ballinascarthy way
Young Henry Ford who tempered gold from cold black steel, they say
Said the painter in the foundry - which color, Henry, pray?
Tis equal, Jack, once you make it black like that tasty tack!, said he.
Chorus

And when the hills of Carbery with ricochets did ring
And the Black and Tans and Auxies stalked the column in the glen
Up spoke our own Big Fellow saying - here's rations for ye, men!
A half O' tierce of Wrastler, you can guess what's in the fin!
Chorus

Salute, ye sons of rebel Cork, the warriors of yore
Who donned the blood and bandage in fame forever more
Blithe Christy Ring, brave Thady Quill, those hurling heroes bold
What do you think sustained 'em, boys, and fortified their souls?

FINAL Chorus:
Clonakilty Blackpudding! 'Tis me daza full of pep!
To put the lead back in your pencil and the spring back in your step
No one knows what Edward Twomey puts inside his saucy skin
But it brings a smile to Erin's Isle Agus fágfaimid mar sin.

Notes: Ballad makers were traditionally commissioned to sing and compose the praises of their patron's wares. Throughout the Middle Irish period, the Fili sustained themselves by eulogizing the Irish aristocracy. So, things haven't changed that much and I'm glad that my patron, Mr. Edward Twomey, has a good sense of the tradition.

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THE COAL QUAY MARKET

As I went up to the Coal Quay for to by an old chemise
The first thing I picked up in my hand I found it full of fleas
"How much do you want for that?" says I, "Eighteen pence," says she
"Eighteen pence for that old thing, do you think I am a fool?"
Kitty pilolip, pilolip ili Kitty pilolip pilie do
Kitty pilolip, pilolip ili Whith me wack fol ardle ido

So I brought it home and I washed and I hung it out to dry
"How much did you give for that old thing?" "Eighteen pence," says I,
"Eighteen pence for that old thing, do you think I am a fool?"
Take it out of the house ye dirty old thing, or I'll wallop ye with the stool."
Kitty pilolip, pilolip ili Kitty pilolip pilie do
Kitty pilolip, pilolip ili Whith me wack fol ardle ido

I brought it back to the woman and said, "M'am would you be so kind,"
"To take back the old chemise that hangs so long behind."
The woman gave she a look at me and her lips began to squeeze
And all around the Coal Quay, sure, she walloped me with the chemise
Kitty pilolip, pilolip ili Kitty pilolip pilie do
Kitty pilolip, pilolip ili Whith me wack fol ardle ido

So come all you pretty females, if you want buy new clothes
Never buy an old chemise that'll hang down to your toes
Never let your man interfere with your starch of blue
And if you want to by a chemise, be sure you'll buy one new
Kitty pilolip, pilolip ili Kitty pilolip pilie do
Kitty pilolip, pilolip ili Whith me wack fol ardle ido

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THE COBBLER

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

Chorus:
With me ing-twing of an ing-thing of an I-doe
With me ing-twing of an ing-thing of an I-day
With me roo-boo-boo roo-boo-boo randy
And me lab stoned keeps beatin' away

Now me father was hung for sheep stealing, me mother was burned for a witch
Me sister's a dandy housekeeper and I'm a mechanical switch

Chorus

Its forty long years I have traveled, all by the contents of me pack
Me hammers, me awls and me pinchers, I carry them all on me back

Chorus

Oh me wife she is humpy, she's lumpy, me wife she's the divil she's black
And no matter what I may do with her, her tongue it goes clickety clack

Chorus

It was early one fine summer's morning, a little before it was day
I dipped her three times in the river and carelessly bade her, 'Good day.'

Chorus

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CONTINENTAL CÉILÍ

Over in McCann's there's a grand type of dance band a-playing
And they're spinnin' out the Continental Céilí,
They're comin' in their cars from the bars over in Leitir & Killane
Just to hear the famous Gunther Reynolds playing.
Out the Star of Munster with Hans O'Donoghue
Neatly tappin' out a tango on the spoons.
Such commotion will act like a lotion on the struttin'
At the Continental Céilí tonight.

Wolfgang's playing on the comb, someone shouts at him go home.
Klaus in playin' a slow air on the bodhràn.
Quinn from Corofin his fiddle tucked beneath his chin. Ssh!
He's going to play the Bucks of Oranmore now.
And an old-fashioned lady begins to sing a song.
Ah! Lads a bit of order over here.
Clarinbridge for the chowder, keep your powder dry,
For the Continental Céilí tonight.

Ciaran closing his eyes pretends he's in disguise,
When he sees and old flame comin' over
He's singing for the Swedes in their tweeds doin' all he can to please
The night's at such a delicate stage,
Later on he'll give an audience to one of them or two,
He'll sing the Dyin' Swan to touch their feelings,
Tonight's his night and tomorrow night will be just the same.
At the Continental Céilí tonight

Ada let me out to the bar where the boys are goin' far
And they're spinnin' out the Continental Ceili.
Never mind the liquor, the music's in my soul so long
As I can hear the band a-playin'
The pipes and the flutes and the fiddles are in tune.
Whoo! I'd love to meet a European girl
Ada now me head is goin' light and the band is playin' tight
At the Continental Céilí tonight.

All the publicans are there, 'tis like a hirin' fair tryin' to figure out
How much McCann is makin'.
To keep their pubs outta Stubbs they're lashin' out big subs
In a burst of fierce anticipation.
Moguls from Muckhill are starin' at the till
Tryin' to get the lowdown on the line-up
They'll be buyin' free porter for the members of the band
At the Continental Céilí tonight.

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CORONATION CORONACH—Scottish Breakaway

O, Scotland hesna got a King,
And hesna got a Queen.
For ye canny hae the saicint Liz
When the first yin's never been.

Chorus:
Nae liz the Twa, nae Lillibet the Wan,
Nae Liz will ever dae,
We'll mak oor land republican
In a Scottish breakaway.

Her man's cried the Duke o Edinbury,
He's wan o the Kiltie Greeks.
O, dinna blaw ma Kilts awa,
'Cos Lizzie weirs the breeks.

He's a handsome man an he looks like Don Juan,
He's beloved by the weaker sex,
But it disnae really matter a damn,
'Cos it's Lizzie signs the cheques.

Noo her sister Meg's got a bonnie pair o legs,
But she didnae want a German or a Greek,
Pair auld Peter wis her choice, but he didnae suit the boys,
So they sellt him up the creek.

Here, but Meg wis fly an she beat them by and by,
Wi Tony Hyphenated-Armstrong, ding! dong!
But behind the pomp an play, the question o the day,
Wis who the hell did Suzy Wong? yum! yum!

Sae here's tae the Lion, the bonny Rampant Lion,
An a lang streetch tae its paw,
Gie a Hampden Roar, an' we're oot the door:
- An ta-ta, ti Chairlie's maw.

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COSHIEVILLE

The west winds blow to Coshieville
And with the winds came we
And where the river hugs the wood
And blackthorns bloom in spring
There stood a single rowan tree
So young and slender, so were you
I loved you both as there you grew
The day I took the road hat leads by Rannoch to the sea.

I carved your name at Coshieville
The rowan leaves stood still
The westering sun was in your eyes,
Despite your kisses and my lies
My thoughts had crossed the hill,
I broke your heart as the minutes passed
I smiled and said that nothing lasts
But many's the backward glance I cast as I went North to the drill

The big wheels rumble up and down,
The lorries know the way,
I raised my hand, I hitched a ride
We crossed the bridge at Rannochside
Where the diesel engines play,
I cursed Lochaweside's autumn rain,
The winter whisky in Dunblane,
Till the west wind blew in the spring again and my heart leapt at its song.

I came at night to Coshieville
A dozen hills aflame.
You had another hand to hold
Beneath the names we carved of old
There was another name.
You looked me through, you made no sign
I drank the cup of bitter wine,
But well I knew the fault was mine and I went the way I came.

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COULTER'S CANDY

Chorus:
Ally Bally Ally Bally Bee
Sittin' on your mammy's knee
Greetin' for a wee bawbee (greetin' - crying; bawbee - halfpenny)

Tae buy some Coulter's candy

Ally Bally Ally Bally Bee
When you grow up you'll go to sea
Makin' pennies for your daddy and me
Tae buy some Coulter's candy

Mammy gie's ma thrifty doon (thrifty - money box)

Here's old Coulter comin' roon'
Wi' a basket on his croon (croon - head)

Sellin' Coulter's candy

Puir wee Annie, greetin' tae (puir wee - poor little)

What can puir wee mammy dae
Gie them a penny atween them twae
Tae buy some Coulter's candy

Puir wee Jeannie, she's lookin' awfu' thin
A rickle o' bones covered ower wi' skin (rickle - bundle)

Noo she's gettin' a wee double chin
Sookin' Coulter's candy

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CROOKED JACK

Come Irish men both young and stern
With adventure in your soul
There are better ways to spend the day
Than working down a hole

Chorus:
I was tall and true all of six foot two
Till they broke me across the back
By a name I'm known and it's not my own
And they call me crooked Jack

The ganger's blue eyed pet was I
Bold Jack could do no wrong
And the reason simply was because
I could work hard hours and long

Chorus

I saw men old before their time
Their faces drawn and gray
I never thought so soon would mine
Be lined that self same way

Chorus

I cursed the day I went away
To work on the hydra dams
Our sweat and tears our hopes and fears
Bound up in shuttering jams

Chorus

They say that honest toil is good
For the spirit and the soul
But believe me boys it's for sweat and blood
That they want you down the hole

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THE CRUISE OF THE CALIBAR

Come all ye dry land sailors bold and listen to my song
There only forty verses so I won't detain you long
'Tis all about the history of a bold young Irish tar
Who sailed as man before the mast on board the Calibar

The Calibar was clipper flat, stern-fashioned fore and aft
The rudder it stuck out away behind and wheel was a great big shaft
With half a gale to swell her sail she could make two knots an hour
The smartest craft on the Grand Canal though only one-horse power

The skipper was a strapping youth and his height was four-foot-two
He nose was red and his eyes were black and his hair a Prussian blue
He wore a leather medal that he won in a terrible war
And his wife was passenger mate and cook on board of the Calibar

Chorus:
So heave away my hearty's for we're bound for lands a far
As we sail away from James' Street onboard of the Calibar

We sailed away with a favoring breeze, the weather it was sublime
But just in the straits of Rialto Bridge where ye can't pass two at a time
Another craft ran into us which gave us a serious check
It stove in the starboard paddle-wheel box and destroyed the hurricane deck

While hugging the shore of Inchicore a very dangerous part
We ran a top of a lump of coal that wasn't marked on the chart
To save ourselves from sinking and to save each precious life
We hove the main deck overboard including the captain's wife

Then all became confusion while the stormy winds did blow
The Boson slipped on an orange peel and fell into the hold below
The Captain cried "'Tis a pirate's brig and on us she does gain!"
When next I sail for Clondalkin, boys, be japers I'll go by train!"

Chorus

So we got our ammunition out to meet the coming foe
Our cutlasses and boarding pikes and Gatling guns also
"Put on full speed," the Captain cried, "for we are sorely pressed"
But the engineer replied from the bank, "Sure the horse is doing his best!"

O, thick and fast the heroes fell, in torrents blood was spilt
Great numbers were falling before they were hit, to make sure they wouldn't be kilt
And at last when the pirate surrendered her flag, the crew being all on their backs
We found that she was a sister ship, with a cargo of cobbler's wax

The ship is in the marine stores now, the crew in the county jail
And I'm the only survivor left to tell the terrible tale
But if I could release that ship, I'd sail her off afar
And Admiral be of the blooming fleet on the fighting Calibar

Chorus

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CHILDREN OF HATE

Come and sit my little son upon you daddy's knee
You're almost ten and you're growing up in a land so wide and free
You asked me just this afternoon about the land we left far behind
And why we left old Ireland why it's always, on my mind

Well over here a little boy can grow to be a man
Without the ignorance and the fear that thrives through out our land
Where little boys just the age of you are taught for to kill and to maim
Oh God help them what will they become in a land that's gone insane

Instead of playing at the ball they gather in the night
For to play with toys of more deadly fun petrol bombs and gelignite
And if men must vent their hatred why must they teach their sons
To be just like them and be insane our nation's race is run

Jesus said let all them little children come to him
But the devils got them jumping and I fear he's bound to win
For everyone there of course is right and it seems it's just too late
For to save the future you have to save them children born of hate

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CHOLESTEROL

I've been taking advice on the right things to eat since shortly before I was born
From the National dried milk and the cod liver oil to powdered rhinoceros horn
In these days they tell us to lay off the starches the sugar, potatoes and bread
Now they've done a U-turn, tell us bread and potatoes will give us the fiber we need
So I've made up my mind that the menu's designed by the experts just only for me
No trained dietitian or general practitioner dictates what I'll have for my tea
Brown bread with the low fat please thinly spread on May be healthier than a meat pie
But who wants to grow old eating St. Ivel Gold I'd would rather taste butter and die

Chorus:
Cholesterol, Cholesterol—My chance of surviving is small
But I'll not get a dose of Anorexia Nervosa Cause I love my cholesterol

Now the thing that has brought this affair to a head is a good-hearted Hatfield campaign
I just said 'What's that?' and the doc had his needle Sucking blood out of my handiest vein
Two weeks later they measured my height and my weight and took my blood pressure & all
The computer said 'Mate, to survive at your weight you would need to be seven feet tall'
But I'm not going to take the suggestions they're make about changing the food that I eat
Cutting out cheese and no chips if you please No chocolate, no ice cream, no meat
Oh they tell you to give up these goodies below and they promise you pie in the sky
Well semi - skimmed milk might diminish my bulk but I'll take double cream till I die

Chorus:
Cholesterol, Cholesterol—My chance of surviving is small
The cream I consume that could lead to my doom But I love my cholesterol

Now it's all right for you that smoke 40 a day or spend every night in a bar
You can tell the health visitor you'll cut it down She'll say 'What a fine fellow you are'
But when I tell her I'd never smoked in my life and I was teetotal to boot
She said 'Go away there is nothing to do you've no vices that you can cut out
Now I don't mind them probing in my hemoglobin If it's just for a case history
But it puts the health visitor into a tizzy it's her duty to try and save me
She says 'Fresh fruit and yogurt's a lovely dessert Why don't you give it a try
But I don't give a hoot for a yogurt and fruit I'll have Black Forest gateaux and die

Chorus:
Cholesterol, Cholesterol—My chance of surviving is small
The way that I dine 'me is cause for angina But I love my cholesterol

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CHRISTMAS IN TRENCHES

Oh my name is Francis Toliver I come from Liverpool,
Two years ago the war waiting for me after school
To Belgium, and to Flanders, to Germany to here,
I fought for King and country I love dear

'Twas Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung.
The frozen fields of France were still no songs of peace were sung
Our families back in England were toasting us that day,
Their brave and glorious lads so far away

I was lying with my mess mates on the cold and rocky ground
When across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound
Now listen up me lads says I each soldier strained to hear
As one young German voice sang out so clear

He's singing bloody well you know my comrade said to me
Soon one by one each German voice was joined in harmony
The canons they were silent and the gas clouds rolled no more
As Christmas brought respite from bloody war

As soon as they had finished and a reverent pause was spent
"God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" struck up some lads from Kent
The next they sang was "Stilly Noct" 'tis "Silent Night" says I
And in two tongues one song filled up the sky

There's someone coming towards us now our front line sentry cried
All sights were fixed on one lone figure trudging from their side
His truce flag like a Christmas star shone on that plane so bright
As he bravely strolled marched into the night

Then one by one from either side walked into "No Man's Land"
With neither gun nor bayonet they met there hand to hand
We shared some Christmas brandy and we wished each other well
And in a flare lit soccer game we gave them hell

We shared some chocolates, cigarettes and photographs from homes
These sons and fathers far away from families of their own
Young Saunders played the squeeze-box and they had a violin
This curious and unlikely band of men

Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more
With sad farewells we each began to settle back to war
But the question haunted every heart who lived that wondrous night
Whose family have I fixed within my sights

It was Christmas in the trenches and the frost so bitter hung
The frozen fields of France were still as songs of peace were sung
And the walls they built between us to exact the work of war
Had been tumbled and were gone for ever more

My name is Francis Toliver in Liverpool I dwell
Each Christmas comes since World War I I've learned its lesson well
That the ones who call the shots won't be among the dead and maimed
And on each end of the rifle we're the same

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CITY OF CHICAGO

Chorus:
In the city of Chicago
As the evening shadows fall
There all people dreaming
Of the hills of Donegal

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

Chorus:
In the city of Chicago
As the evening shadows fall
There all people dreaming
Of the hills of Donegal

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

Chorus:
In the city of Chicago
As the evening shadows fall
There all people dreaming
Of the hills of Donegal

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CLANCY LOWERED THE BOOM

Now Clancy was a peaceful man, if you know what I mean.
The cops picked up the pieces after Clancy left the scene.
He never looked for trouble that's a fact you can assume.
But never the less, when trouble would press Clancy lowered the boom!

Chorus:
Oh, that Clancy! Oh, that Clancy!
Whenever they got his Irish up,
Clancy lowered the boom!

O'Leary was a fighting man; they all knew he was tough.
He strutted round the neighborhood, a shootin' off his guff.
He picked a fight with Clancy; then and there he sealed his doom.
Before you could shout "O'Leary, look out!"
Clancy lowered the boom!
Chorus

Clancy left the barbershop with tonic on his, hair,
He walked into the poolroom and he met O'Reilly there.
O'Reilly said, "For goodness sake, now do I smell perfume?"
Before you could stack your cue in the rack,
Clancy lowered the boom!
Chorus

Mulrooney walked into the bar and ordered up a round.
He left his drink to telephone, and Clancy drank it down.
Mulrooney said "Who drunk me, drink? I'll lay him in his tomb!"
Before you could pat the top of your hat,
Clancy lowered the boom!
Chorus

The neighbors all turned out for Kate O'Grady's wedding night.
McDougal said, "Let's have some fun, I think I'll start a fight!"
He wrecked the hall, then kissed the bride and pulverized the groom.
Then quick as a wink, before you could think,
Clancy lowered the boom!
Chorus

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CHAMPION AT KEEPING THEM ROLLING

I am an old timer I travel the road
I sit in me wagon and lumber me load
Me motel is the jungle me camp me abode
And I'm well known to Blondie and Mary

Me liquor is diesel oil laced with strong tea
And the old highway code was me first ABC
I cut me eye teeth on an old AEC
and I'm champion at keeping them rolling

I've sat in the cabin and broiled in the sun
Been snowed up on Scaffs on the Manchester run
I've crawled through the fog with me twenty two ton
Of fish that was stinking like blazes

From London to Glasgow to the Newcastle quay
From Liverpool, Preston and Bristol City
The polons on the road give the thumb sign to me
But I'm champion at keeping rolling

You may sing of your soldiers and sailors so bold
But there's many and many a hero I'm untold
Who sits at the wheel in the heat and the cold
Day after day without sleeping

So watch out for cops and slow down at the bend
Check all your gauges and watch your big end
And zing with your lights when pass an old friend
You' be champion at keeping rolling

Yes watch out for cops and slow down at the bend
Check all your gauges and watch your big end
And zing with your lights when pass an old friend
You'll be champion at keeping rolling

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THE CHEMICAL WORKERS SONG

A process man am I and I'm telling you no lie
I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky
There's thunder all around me there's poison in the air
There's a lousy smell that's smacks of Hell and dust all in my hair

Chorus:
And its go boys go they'll time your every breathe
And every day you're in the place you're two days nearer death
And ye go

I've worked among the spinners I've breathed in the oily smoke
I've shoveled up the gypsum and it nigh on makes you choke
I've stood knee deep in the cyanide got sick with caustic burn
Been working rough I've seen enough to make your stomach turn

Chorus

There's overtime and bonus, opportunities galore
All the young lads like the money so they all come back for more
But soon you're knocking on now look older than you should
And every bob earned on that Job is paid with flesh and blood

Chorus

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CALEDONIA

I don't know if you can see the changes that have come over me
In these last few days I've been afraid that I might drift away
So I've been telling old stories, singing songs that make me think about where I came from
And that's the reason why I seem so far away today

Chorus:
Oh, but let me tell you that I love you that I think about you all the time
Caledonia you're calling me and now I'm going home
If I should become a stranger you know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything I've ever had

Now I have moved and I've kept on moving proved the points that I needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losing found others on the way
I have kissed the ladies and left them crying stolen dreams, yes there's no denying
I have traveled hard with coattails flying somewhere in the wind

Now I'm sitting here before the fire the empty room, the forest choir
The flames that could not get any higher they've withered now they've gone
But I'm steady thinking my way is clear and I know what I will do tomorrow
When the hands are shaken and the kisses flow then I will disappear

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CAM' YE BY ATHOL

Cam ye by Athol O' lad wi' the philageg,
Down by the tummel or the banks of the Garry?
And saw ye the lads, wi' their bonnets and white cockades
Leaving their mountains to follow Prince Charlie

Chorus:
Follow thee, follow thee, wha wad-na follow thee
Lang hast thou lo'ed and trusted us fairly
Charlie, Charlie, wha wad-na follow thee,
King O' the highland heart Bonnie Prince Charlie.

I ha'e but ae son, my gallant young Donald,
But if I had ten, they should follow Glengarry;
Health to McDonald, and gallant Clan-Ronald,
For these are the men that will die for their Charlie.

Chorus

I'll to Lochiel and Appin, and kneel to them,
Down by Lord Murray and Roy ol Kildarlie;
Brave Mackintosh he shall fly to the field wi' them;
These are the lads I can trust wi' my Charlie.

Chorus

Down thro' the Lowlands, down wi' the Whipmore,
Loyal true Highlanders, down wi' them rarely!
Ronald and Donald, drive on we' the braid claymore,
Over the necks of the foes o' Prince Charlie!

Chorus

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CAMPFIRE IN THE DARK

Me father rises early and he makes his cup of tay
He lights the kitchen stove and then he calls me
His days are often empty he's nothing much to do
So he sits and tells me stories of the traveling life he knew

In the evening they will meet in lonely country lanes
A field away he'd hear a collie bark
And they'd pass the time away with talk about the days
Standing round the campfire in the dark
Standing round the campfire in the dark

Me mother likes the house the hot water and the rooms
It's warm in the winter and she's handy with the broom
Sometimes she makes colcannon more often brittle bread
There's a hunger deep inside her for her traveling life that's dead

In the evening she would lift the black pot from the coals
A bitter way she always would remark
There'd be vessels left to clean, while children could be seen
Playing round the campfire in the dark
Playing round the campfire in the dark

We go down to the pool halls to chat up the town whores
Sometimes at the discos we can't get pass the doors
We're still tinkers to them and it's thrown at our ears
We're still the awful strangers after all these years

And I think about my own life and the way it would be
An Escort van, a bit of dealing, a wife and a family
Now Thursday I collect the dole, Friday pitch and toss
Where on the sight I think about the traveler's ways we lost

And I wish that I would rise and wash the sleep out of my eyes
And listen to the sweet song of the lark
And I wish that could be in the camp company
With the sound of horses moving in the dark
With the sound of horses moving in the dark
With the sound of horses moving in the dark

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CANCEL MARIE'S WEDDINGS

Her father died the land was sold Marie tried to keep a hold
Scottish law and foreign gold Cancel Marie's wedding

Chorus:
Sell we gaily on we go Down at heel so we must blow
Hills and Islands row on row all for the sake of money

All you need for stream and bend is Deutschmark, Guilder, Franc of Yen
Then . . . sell it on again For the sake of money
Chorus

Buy a castle buy a glen Sitting tenants "no problem"
Highland clearances again For the lack of money
Chorus

Plenty fish to fill the creels Plenty agents fixing deals
Lawyers dancing jigs and reels All it takes is money
Chorus

Other countries you will find It's not allowed but never mind
Here's our land for auld syne All it takes is money
Chorus

You think you're safe you spoke too soon they've seen the film they've hummed the tune
Braveheart meets Brigadoon All for the sake of money
Chorus

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CAPTAIN KIDD

My name is Captain Kidd, as I sailed, as I sailed
My name is Captain Kidd, as I sailed, as I sailed
My name is Captain Kidd, and God's laws I did forbid
And most wickedly I did, as I sailed, as I sailed

My father taught me well as I sailed, as I sailed
My father taught me well as I sailed, as I sailed
My father taught me well to shun the gates of hell
But against him I rebelled as I sailed, as I sailed

I murdered Willie More as I sailed, as I sailed
I murdered Willie More as I sailed, as I sailed
I murdered Willie More and I left him in his gore
He was dead for ever more as I sailed, as I sailed

I steered from sound to sound as I sailed, as I sailed
I steered from sound to sound as I sailed, as I sailed
I steered from sound to sound, ran many ships aground
And many more I burned as I sailed, as I sailed

With all men I had my will as I sailed, as I sailed
With all men I had my will as I sailed, as I sailed
With all men I had my will, and my gunner I did kill
And his precious blood did spill as I sailed, as I sailed

The King's ship captured me as I sailed, as I sailed
The King's ship captured me as I sailed, as I sailed
The King's ship captured me, no more of piracy
No more to roam the seas as I sailed, as I sailed

To the Execution Dock I must go I must go
To the Execution Dock I must go I must go
To the Execution Dock while the crowds around me flock
I'll be the hangman's lock as I go, as I go

A warning take by me, I must die I must die
A warning take by me, I must die I must die
A warning take by me and shun all bad company
Lest you come to hell with me as I die, as I die

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CARLINGFORD BAY

There's an old winding road taking me to the mountains
And down to the sea far below
From the bloom on the bush comes the sound of the Thrush
Through the woodlands I left long ago

Chorus:
So keep those wheels a turning
Tell the folks I'm coming home to stay
Where I played as a child
With my heart free and wild
Down the loch shores near Carlingford Bay

I would sweep with my hur (sic) through the green growing meadows
And dance till the dawn of the day
I would stand on the deck of a staunch fishing Smack
While the girls wave good bye from the Quay

Chorus

What fools men can be when a strange land is calling
And oh how it makes young men blind
For the years slipped away as I toiled night and day
For a fortune I never did find

Chorus
Chorus

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CAPTAIN COULSTON

You landsmen all on you I call
You heroes stout and brave
That are inclined to cross the seas
Your homelands now to leave
Come join with Captain Coulston
That hero stout and bold
Who fought his way all on the sea
And never was controlled

We sailed away from Liverpool
The weather being fine
Bound for New York City boys
It was our chief's design
We being all Irish emigrants
The truth to you I'll tell
Who in distress our homes had left
And to Ireland bid farewell
On the evening of the 25th
our captain he did cry
Clear away the deck me boys
For a strange sail I do spy
And all you Irish emigrants
Awake now from your sleep
For in a few more hours me boys
You'll be slumbering in the deep
For a pirate ship is a-coming down
Just from the Western Sea
For to rob us of our property
Going to Amerikay

Oh the pirate ship came up to us
And ordered us to stand
Your gold and precious cargo
This moment I demand
Your gold and precious cargo
Resign to me this day
For one living soul you'll never bring
Unto Amerikay

Then up and spoke our captain
With voice both loud and bold
Saying we will slumber in the deep
Before we'll be controlled
Before that we'll surrender
Our property to thee
We'll fight like Irish hearts of oaks
And gain the victory

So the battle it commenced
And the firing did begin
They wounded the captain's mate
And killed two of his men
But our Irish boys were valiant and bold
And our canons loud did roar
And we killed ten of the pirate men
And turned them overboard
Oh the cries of women and children
As in the hold they lay
And our captain and his gallant crew
They showed an Irish play
The captain's wife she came on deck
Saying I'll soon end this strife
And with a pistol ball she took
The pirate captain's life

And it's to conclude and finish
The truth I'll tell to you
Oh we never lost a single man
Excepting one ore two
And the pirate ship surrendered
Just at the break of day
And we brought her as a prisoner
Unto Amerikay

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CASTLE OF DROMORE

The October winds lament around the castle of Dromore
Yet peace is in her lofty halls, my loving treasure store
Though autumn leaves may droop and die, a bud of spring are you

Sing hushabye loo, low loo, low lan
Hushabye loo, low loo

Dread spirits all of black water, Clan Owen's wild banshee
Bring no ill wind to him nor us, my helpless babe and me
And Holy Mary pitying us to Heaven for grace doth sue

Take time to thrive, my ray of hope, in the garden of Dromore
Take heed, young eaglet, till thy wings are feathered fit to soar
A little rest and then the world is full of work to do
A little rest and then the world is full of work to do

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COME BY THE HILLS

Oh, come by the hills to the land where fancy is free.
Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea,
Where rivers run clear, bracken is gold in the sun;
Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

Oh, come by the hills to the land where life is a song.
Stand where the birds fill the air with their joy all day long,
Where the trees sway in time, even the wind sings in tune;
Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

Oh, come by the hills to the land where legend remains.
The stories of old fill the heart and may yet come again,
Where the past has been lost, the future is still to be won;
Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

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Cod Liver Ile

I'm a young married man that is tired in life,
Ten years I've been wed to a sickly wife;
She does nothing all day but sit down and cry,
A-wishing to God that she could die.

A friend of me own came to see me one day
And said that me wife was a-fadin' away.
He afterwards told me that she would get strong
If I got her a bottle from Doctor Dearjohn.

I bought her one bottle, 'twas just for to try,
And the way that she drank it you'd swear she was dry,
I bought her another which vanished the same,
Till I think she's got cod liver ile on the brain.

chorus:
     "Oh, doctor, oh, doctor, oh, dear Doctor John,
     Your cod liver ile is so pure and so strong
     I'm afraid to me life I'll go down in the sile
     If me wife don't quit drinking your cod liver ile."

She likes it so much that there is no doubt
Me wife she got fat and terrible stout,
And when she got stout, of course, she got strong,
And then I got jealous of Doctor Dearjohn.

Me house it resembles a big doctor's shop
With bottles and bottles and bottles on top,
And then in the morning when the kettle does bile
I'll swear it be singing of cod liver ile.

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Celtic Symphony

It was far across the sea, when the devil got a hold of me
He wouldn't set me free, so he kept me soul for ransom
na na na na na...

I'm a sailor man from Glasgow town,
I've sailed this world around and round
He's the meanest thing that I have found
In all me days of wandering
na na na na na...

Here we go again, we're on the road again.
We're on the road again, we're on the way to paradise.
We love the jungle deep, that's where the lion sleeps
For then those evil eyes, they have no place in paradise
Graffiti on the walls, just as the sun was going down
I see graffiti on the walls - for the Celts! for the Celts!
Graffiti on the walls says we're magic, we're magic,
Graffiti on the wall...

It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA.

we went thru each jungle deep
for the paradise that we did seek
twas no trip for the weak
we're waltzing with the natives.

Around in circles every way,
He turned to me and he did say,
"I think you're leading me astray,
I want your soul, me boyo!"
na na na na na...

Graffiti on the walls, just as the sun was going down
I see graffiti on the walls - for the Celts! for the Celts!
Graffiti on the walls says we're magic, we're magic,
Graffiti on the wall...

It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA.

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COME OUT YE BLACK AND TANS

   I was born in a Dublin Street where the Loyal drums did beat
   And those loving English feet they walked all over us
   And every single night when Da would come home tight
   He'd invite the neighbours o'er with this chorus-

   (Chorus)
   Come out ye black and tans
   Come out and fight me like a man
   Show your wife how you won those medals down in Flanders
   Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away
   From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra

   Come let us hear you tell how you slandered the great Parnell
   When you thought him well and truly persecuted
   Where are the sneers and jeers that you loudly let us hear
   When our leaders of 1916 were executed

(Chorus repeat)

   Come tell us how you slew them old Arabs two by two
   Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
   How bravely you faced one with your 16 pounder gun
   And you frightened them damn niggers to the marrow

(Chorus repeat)

   Now the time is coming fast and I think them days are here
   When each English shawneen he'll run before us
   And if there'll be a need our kids will say God speed
   With a verse or two of singing this chorus -

(Chorus repeat)

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COME ALL YE TRAMPS AND HAWKERS

Oh come all ye tramps and hawkers lads ye gatherers oblaw
That tramps the country round and round come listen one and all
I'll tell to you a rovin' tale of sights that I have seen
It's far into the snowy north and south by Gretna Green

Oftimes I've laughed unto mysel' when trudgin' on the road
My toerags round my blistered feet, my face as broon 's a toad
Wi' lumps o' cake and tatties scones, wi' whangs o' braxie ham
Nae gi'en a thocht tae whaur I've been an' less tae whaur I'm gan

I've done my share o' humpin' wi' the dockers on the Clyde
I've helpit Buckie trawlers haul their herrin's over the side
I've helped tae build yon michty bridge that spns the busy Forth
Wi' mony an Angus farmer, I've ploo'ed the bonnie earth

I'm happy in the summer time beneath the bricht blue sky
No thinkin' in the mornin' whaur at nicht I'm ga'e tae lie
In barn or byre or anywhere, dossin' oot among the hay
An' if the weather treats me right I'm happy I'm happy every day

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COME BACK PADDY REILLY

The Garden of Eden has vanished, they say
But I know the lie of it still;
Just turn to the left at the bridge of Finea
And stop when halfway to Cootehill.
'Tis there I will find it,
I know sure enough
When fortune has come to me call,
Oh the grass it is green around Ballyjamesduff
And the blue sky is over it all.
And tones that are tender and tones that are gruff
Are whispering over the sea,
"Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff
Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me".

My mother once told me that when I was born
The day that I first saw the light,
I looked down the street on that very first morn
And gave a great crow of delight.
Now most newborn babies appear in a huff,
And start with a sorrowful squall,
But I knew I was born in Ballyjamesduff
And that's why I smiled on them all.
The baby's a man, now he's toil-worn and tough
Still, whispers come over the sea,
"Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff
Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me".

The night that we danced by the light of the moon,
Wid Phil to the fore wid his flute,
When Phil threw his lip over "Come Again Soon",
He's dance the foot out o' yer boot!
The day that I took long Magee by the scruff
For slanderin' Rosie Kilrain,
Then, marchin' him straight out of Ballyjamesduff,
Assisted him into a drain.
Oh, sweet are the dreams, as the dudeen I puff,
Of whisperings over the sea,
"Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff
Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me".

I've loved the young women of every land,
That always came easy to me;
Just barrin' the belles of the Black-a-moor brand
And the chocolate shapes of Feegee.
But that sort of love is a moonshiny stuff,
And never will addle me brain,
For the bells will be ringin' in Ballyjamesduff
For me and me Rosie Kilrain!
And through all their glamour, their gas and their guff
A whisper comes over the sea,
"Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff
Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me".

Encore verse

I've struck oil at last!
I've struck work, and I vow
I've struck some remarkable clothes,
I've struck a policeman for sayin' that now,
I'd go back to my beautiful Rose.
The belles they may blarney,
the boys they may bluff
But this I will always maintain,
No place in the world like Ballyjamesduff
No guril (sic) like Rosie Kilrain.
I've paid for my passage, the sea may be rough
But borne on each breeze there will be,
"Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff
Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me".

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COME TO THE BOWER

Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundless ocean
Where the stupendous waves roll in thundering motion,
Where the mermaids are seen and the fierce tempest gathers,
To loved Erin the green, the dear land of our fathers."
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower?

cho: Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower?

Will you come to the land of O'Neill and O'Donnell
Of Lord Lucan of old and immortal O'Connell.
Where Brian drove the Danes and Saint Patrick the vermin
And whose valleys remain still most beautiful and charming?

You can visit Benburb and the storied Blackwater,
Where Owen Roe met Munroe and his Chieftains did slaughter
Where the lambs skip and play on the mossy all over,
From those bright golden views to enchanting Rostrevor.

You can see Dublin city, and the fine groves of Blarney
The Bann, Boyne, and Liffey and the Lakes of Killarney,
You may ride on the tide on the broad majestic Shannon
You may sail round Loch Neagh and see storied Dungannon.

You can visit New Ross, gallant Wexford, and Gorey,
Where the green was last seen by proud Saxon and Tory,
Where the soil is sanctified by the blood of each true man
Where they died satisfied that their enemies they would not run
from.

Will you come and awake our lost land from its slumber
And her fetters we'll break, links that long are encumbered.
And the air will resound with hosannahs to greet you
On the shore will be found gallant Irishmen to greet you.

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CLARE'S DRAGOONS

When, on Ramillies' bloody field,
The baffled French were forced to yield,
The victor Saxon backward reeled
Before the charge of Clare's dragoons.
The flags we conquered in that fray,
Look lone in Ypres' choir, they say,
We'll win them company today,
Or bravely die like CIare's dragoons.

Viva la, for Ireland's wrong!
Viva la, for Ireland's right!
Viva la, in battle throng,
For a Spanish steed and sabre bright!

Another Clare is here to lead,
The worthy son of such a breed
The French expect some famous deed,
When Clare leads on his bold dragoons.
Our colonel comes from Brian's race,
His wounds are in his breast and face,
The bearna baoghil is still his place,
The foremost of his bold dragoon,

Viva la, the new brigade!
Viva la, the old one too!
Viva la, the rose shall fade
And the shamrock shine forever new!

Oh! comrades, think how Ireland pines,
Her exiled lords, her rifled shrines,
Her dearest hope, the ordered lines,
And bursting charge of Clare's dragoons.
Then fling your green flag to the sky,
Be "Limerick!" your battle-cry,,
And charge, till blood floats fetlock-high
Around the track of Clare's dragoons.

Viva la, the new brigade!
Viva la, the old one too!
Viva la, the rose shall fade
And the shamrock shine forever new!

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Catch Me If You Can

I'm a Podcheen, come to the Wadjeen
I got money, and acres of land
I'm looking for a honey, with a bit of money
Catch me if you can, me name is Dan, Sure I'm your man

I like the Cailla, and the Stack of Barley
I like the Waltzes, the Jigs and the Reels
I like swinging, when Big Tom is singing
Catch me if you can, me name is Dan, Sure I'm your man

Chorus
And I'm off to Lisdoonvarna at the end of the year
I'm off for the bit of crack, the women and the beer
I'm awful shifty, for a man of fifty
Catch me if you can, me name is Dan, Sure I'm your man

I've got a brother, he's in the Garvey
I've got an uncle, he's up there in the Dail
He's quite a charmer, he's a mighty farmer
Catch me if you can, me name is Dan, Sure I'm your man

Now to conclude and, finish my story
If there's a young one, looking for a man
Take the bus from Banath, down to Lisdoonvarna
Catch me if you can, me name is Dan, Sure I'm your man

And I'm off to Lisdoonvarna at the end of the year
I'm off for the bit of crack, the women and the beer
I'm awful shifty, for a man of fifty
Catch me if you can, me name is Dan, Sure I'm your man

I'm awful shifty, for a man of fifty
Catch me if you can. Me name is Dan, Sure I'm your man

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CARRICKFERGUS (1)

I Wish I was in Carrickfergus, only for nights in Ballygran
I would swim over the deepest ocean, the deepest ocean for my love to find
But he sea is wide and I cannot swim over and neither have I wings to fly
If I could find me a handsome boatman to ferry me over to my love and die

My childhood days bring back sad reflections of happy times I spent so long ago
My boyhood friends and my own relations have all passed on now like melting snow
But I'll spend my days in endless roaming soft sit the grass my bed is free
Ah to be back in Carrickfergus on that long road down to the sea

And in Kilkenny it is reported there are marble stones as black as ink
With gold and silver I would support her, but I'll sing no more now till I get a drink
I'm drunk today and I'm seldom sober, a handsome rover from town to town
Ah, but I'm sick now, my days are numbered so come all ye young men and lay me down

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CARRICKFERGUS (2)

I wish I was in Carrickfergus only for nights in Ballygran
I would swim over the deepest ocean only for nights in Ballygran.
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 ferry me over my love and I.

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

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CLIFFS OF DONEEN, THE

You may travel far far from your own native land
Far away o'er the mountains, far away o'er the foam
But of all the fine places that I've ever been
Sure there's none can compare with the cliffs of Doneen

Take a view o'er the mountains, fine sights you'll see there
You'll see the high rocky mountains o'er the west coast of Clare
Oh the town of Kilkee and Kilrush can be seen
From the high rocky slopes round the cliffs of Doneen

It's a nice place to be on a fine summer's day
Watching all the wild flowers that ne'er do decay
Oh the hares and lofty pheasants are plain to be seen
Making homes for their young round the cliffs of Doneen

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

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COAST OF MALABAR

Far away across the ocean, underneath an Indian star
Dwells a dusky little (dark eyed lovely) maiden on the coast of Malabar
In the harbour, where we anchored, I can see her shy and sweet
With a bunch of wine-red roses and the wild waves at her feet

Chorus:
Fare thee well, my little dark eyed queen fare thee well, my Indian star
In my heart you'll live forever on the coast of Malabar

Many a happy night I spent with her, 'neath the palm trees green and tall
Many a happy night I danced with her down in yonder city hall
She would raise her misty little face and gaze across the bay
She would whisper "If you love me, why do you sail away?"

Come to me, I hear her calling across the ocean wild and far
Come to me again and love me on the coast of Malabar
And my thoughts keep ever turning to that far-off distant shore
And to that dark eyed girl who loved me, but I'll see her never more

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COMICAL GENIUS

O a comical genius was thinking one day
How he'd jack up his job and receive handy pay
He did not like begging and work was too hard
So he got a bright notion to join up the guard
Diddly-i-dum diidly-i-dum diddly-i-dum dum day

Well he went up to Dublin, to the depot went in
Got a new suit of blue as bright as new pins
They drilt him, they drilt him, they drilt him so hard
The old sergeant proclaimed him a full fledged guard
Diddly-i-dum diidly-i-dum diddly-i-dum dum day

He was stationed somewhere near the town of Athy
On the roads of the district he kept a close eye
The girls they admired him as all brassers do
Fell in love with the guard and his new suit of blue
Diddly-i-dum diidly-i-dum diddly-i-dum dum day

Well the girls they would wink and they'd nod as he passed
O but this itchy guard had his eye on one lass
And this little colleen, she being a die-hard
She made it quite clear that she wanted no guard
Diddly-i-dum diidly-i-dum diddly-i-dum dum day

Well one time while on duty on a cold winter's night
Sure he caught her out cycling without any light
Where's your light, miss? says he; for an answer says she
It's next to me liver, where you'll never be
Diddly-i-dum diidly-i-dum diddly-i-dum dum day

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COURTIN' IN THE KITCHEN

Come single belle and beau, unto me pay attention
Don't ever fall in love, tis the devil's own invention
For once I fell in love with a maiden so bewitchin'
Miss Henrietta Bell down in Captain Kelly's kitchen

Chorus:
With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay, me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie
With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay, me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie

At the age of seventeen I was 'prenticed to a grocer
Not far from Stephen's Green where Miss Henri used to go sir
Her manners were so fine, she set me heart a twitchin'
When she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen

Sunday being the day we were to have the flare up
I dressed meself quite gay and I frizzed an oiled me hair up
The captain had no wife and he'd gone off a fishin'
So we kicked up the highlife below the stairs in the kitchen

With me arms around her waist, she slyly hinted marriage
When to the door in haste came Captain Kelly's carriage
Her looks told me full well and they were not bewitchin'
That she wished I'd get to hell, or somewhere from the kitchen

She flew up off my knees, full five feet up or higher
And over head and heels threw me slap into the fire!
My new Repealer's coat, that I bought from Mr. Stichen
With a thirty-shilling note, went to blazes in the kitchen

I grieved to see my duds, all besmeared with smoke and ashes
When a tub of dirty suds right in my face she dashes
As I lay on the floor still the water she kept pitchin'
'Till the footman broke the door, and marched down into the kitchen

When the Captain came downstairs though he seen me situation
Despite all me prayers I was marched off to the station
For me they'd take no bail though to get home I was itchin'
And I had to tell the tale how I came in to the kitchen

I said she did invite me, but she gave a flat denial
For assault she did indite me and I was sent for trial
She swore I'd robbed her house in spite of all her screechin'
And I got six months hard for me courtin' in the kitchen

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CRACK WAS NINETY IN THE ISLE OF MAN, THE

Well, weren't we the rare oul stock spent the evening getting locked
Up in the Ace o hearts where the high stools were engaging
Over the Butt Bridge down the dock the boat she sailed at 5 o'clock
"Hurry boys, now" said Whack or before we're there we'll all be back
Carry him if you can the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man.

Before we reached the Alexander base the ding dong we surely did raise
In the bar of the ship we had great sport
As the boat she sailed out of the port
Landed up in the Douglas head enquired for a vacant bed
The dining room we soon got shown by a decent woman up the road
Lads, eat it if you can and the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man

Next morning we went for a ramble round viewed the sights of Douglas town
Then we went for a nighty session in a pub they call Dick Darbies
We must have been drunk by half past three
To sober up we went swimming in the sea
Back to the digs for the spruce up and while waitin' for the fry
We all drew up our plan
The crack was ninety in the Isle of Man.

That night we went to Texas Bar Came back down by horse
& car Met Big Jim & all went in to drink some wine in Yate's The
Liverpool Judies it was said were all to be found in the Douglas head McShane
was there in his suit & shirt Them foreign girls he was trying to flirt
Sayin "Here girls, I'm your man" & the crack was ninety in
the Isle of Man

Whacker fancied his good looks, on an Isle of Man woman
he was struck But a Liverpool lad was by her side & he was throwin'
the jar into her Whacker thought he'd take a chance he asked the quare
one out to dance Around the floor they stepped it out And to Whack it was
no bother Everything was goin' to plan the crack was ninety in the Isle
of Man

The Isle of Man woman fancied Whack your man stood there
till his mates came back Whack! They all whacked into Whack & Whack
was whacked out on his back The police force arrived as well Banjoed a
couple of them as well Landed up in the Douglas jail Until the Dublin boat
did sail Deported every man The crack was ninety in the Isle of Man

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CREGGAN WHITE HARE, THE

In the lowland of Creggan there lives a white hare
As swift as the swallow that flies through that air
You may tramp the world over but none can compare
With the pride of low creggan white hare

One clean autumn morning as you may suppose
The red golden sun o'er the green mountain rose
Barney Conway came down and he did declare
This day I'll put an end to that bonnie white hare

He searched through the lowlands and down through the glens
And among the wild bushes where the white hare had ends
Till at last coming home o'er the heather so bare
From behind a wild thistle jumped out the white hare

Bang bang went his gun and his dog it slipped too
As swift as the wind over the green mountain flew
But the dog soon came back wich made poor Barney sigh
For henknew that the white hare dad bid him again

We're some jolly sportsmen down here from Pomeroy
From Cookstown Dungannon and likewise the Moy
With our pedigree greyhound we've travelled afar
And we've come down to Creggan in our fine motor car

Away to the lowlands there huntsmen did go
in search to the white hare they look high and low
Till at last Barney Conway on a bog bank so bare
Shouted out to these huntsmen there lies the white hare

They call up their greyhounds from off the green lea
And Barney and the huntsmen they jump4ed high with glee
For thre on the turf bank all gathered around
Seven dogs and nine men did that poor hare surround

Now wonder the white hare did tremble with fear
As she stood on her toes and would raise her big ears
But she stood on her toes and with one gallant spring
She cleared overt overt the greyhounds and broke through the ring

Well the case i went on twas beautiful view
As swift as the wind o'er the green mountains flew
But with pedigree greyhound they didn't go far
They come back and went home in their motor car

There come another man and you all know him well
His name is Pat Devlin and Bonnie black Nell
In search of the white hare he says I'll have fun
here's fifty to one that Black Nell does her turn

Five turns the hare got then from Bonnie Black Nell
and the sixth one was given around John Haughey's well
Twas there we lost sight of the white hare and the dog
And ten minutes later they come o'er the bog

Well the chase it went on it was great for to see
The white hare and the greyhound they roamed light and free
Till she travelled to Esker where she knew the land well
And to Bonnie Black Nell she soon bid farewell

And now to counclude and finish it's time
I hope you'll forgive me for singing this rhyme
If there's any amongst you in Carrick more fair
Let's drink up a health to the bonnie white hare

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Croppy boy, The (1)

It was early, early in the spring
The birds did whistle and sweetly sing
Changing their notes from tree to tree
And the song they sang was "Ould Ireland Free"

It was early early in the night
The yeoman cavalry gave me a fright
The yeoman cavalry was my downfall
And taken was I by Lord Cornwall

'Twas in the guard-house where I was laid
And in a parlour where I was tried
My sentence passed and my courage low
When to Dungannon I was forced to go

As I was passing my father's door
My brother William stood at the door
My aged father stood at the door
And my tender mother her hair she tore

As I was going up Wexford Street
My own first cousin I chanced to meet
My own first cousin did me betray
And for one bare guinea swore my life away

As I was walking up Wexford Hill
Who could blame me to cry my fill?
I looked behind, and I looked before
But my aged mother I shall see no more

And as I mounted the platform high
My aged father was standing by
My aged father did me deny
And the name he gave me was the Croppy Boy

It was in Dungannon this young man died
And in Dungannon his body lies
And you good people that do pass by
Oh shed a tear for the Croppy Boy

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Croppy boy, The (2)

   "Good men and true, in this house do dwell,
   to a stranger bouchal(boy) I pray you tell,
   Is the priest at home? Or may he be seen?
   I would speak a word with Father Green."

   "The Priests at home, boy, and may be seen;
   `Tis easy speaking with Father Green;
   But you must wait `till I go and see
   If the Holy Father alone may be."

   The youth has entered an empty hall-
   What a lonely sound has his light foot-fall!
   And the gloomy chamber`s chill and bare,
   With a vested priest in a lonely chair.
   The youth has knelt to tell his sins,

   "Nomine Dei", the youth begins
   At "Mea Culpa" he beats his breast,
   and in broken murmers he speaks the rest.

   "At the siege of Ross did my father fall,
   And at Gorey my loving brothers all;
   I alone am left of my name and race,
   I will go to wexford and take my place.
   I cursed three times since last Easter day-
   At Mass time once I went to play;
   I passed the churchyard one day in haste
   And forgot to pray for my mother`s rest."

   "I hear no hate against living things
   But I love my country above my king,
   Now, Father! bless me and let me go
   To die for God ordained it so."

   The priest said naught, but a rustling noise,
   Made the youth look up in wild surprise:
   The robes were off, and in scarlet there
   Say a Yeoman captain with firey glare.

With firey glary and fury hoarse,
   Instead of a blessing he breathed a curse-
   "`Twas a good thought, boy, to come here and shrive,
   For one short hour is your time to live"

   "Upon yon river, three tenders float,
   The priest`s in one - if he isn`t shot-
   We hold this house for our Lord and King
   And, Amen, say I may all traitors swing!"

   At Geneva Barracks that young man died,
   and at Passage there have his body laid.
   Good people who live in peace and joy,
   Breath a prayer, shed a tear, for the Croppy Boy.

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CURRAGH OF KILDARE, THE

The winter it has passed
And the summer's come at last
The small birds are singing in the trees
And their little hearts are glad
Ah, but mine is very sad
Since my true love is far away from me

Chorus:
And straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll finds tidings of my dear

The rose upon the briar
And the clouds that float so high
Bring joy to the linnet and the bee
And their little hearts are blessed
But mine can know no rest
Since my true love is far away from me

All you who are in love
Aye and cannot it remove
I pity the pain that you endure
For experience lets me know
That your hearts are filled with woe
It's a woe that no mortal can cure

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Irish song lyrics | Besedila irskih pesmi

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CLARE TO HERE

CLONAKILTY BLACKPUDDING

THE COAL QUAY MARKET

THE COBBLER

CONTINENTAL CÉILÍ

CORONATION CORONACH—Scottish Breakaway

COSHIEVILLE

COULTER'S CANDY

CROOKED JACK

THE CRUISE OF THE CALIBAR

CHILDREN OF HATE

CHOLESTEROL

CHRISTMAS IN TRENCHES

CITY OF CHICAGO

CLANCY LOWERED THE BOOM

CHAMPION AT KEEPING THEM ROLLING

THE CHEMICAL WORKERS SONG

CALEDONIA

CAM' YE BY ATHOL

CAMPFIRE IN THE DARK

CANCEL MARIE'S WEDDINGS

CAPTAIN KIDD

CARLINGFORD BAY

CAPTAIN COULSTON

CASTLE OF DROMORE

COME BY THE HILLS

Cod Liver Ile

Celtic Symphony

COME OUT YE BLACK AND TANS

COME ALL YE TRAMPS AND HAWKERS

COME BACK PADDY REILLY

COME TO THE BOWER

CLARE'S DRAGOONS

Catch Me If You Can

CARRICKFERGUS (1)

CARRICKFERGUS (2)

CLIFFS OF DONEEN, THE

COAST OF MALABAR

COMICAL GENIUS

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