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HOME BOYS HOME

Ah, well who wouldn't be a sailor lad, a sailin' on the main
To gain the good will of his Captain's good name
He came ashore, one evening from the sea
And that was beginning of me own true love and me

Chorus:
And it's home boys, home
Home I'd like to be, home for awhile
In me own country, where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a growin' greener, in the North Country

I asked her for a candle for to light me way to bed
Likewise for a handkerchief to tie around me head
She tended to me needs, like a young maid ought to do
Then I says to her, why don't you jump in with me too

Chorus

She jump into bed and makin' no alarm,
Thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm
I hugged her; I kissed her, the whole night long
Till she wished the short night had been seven years long

Chorus

Early next morning the sailor lad arose
And into Mary's apron, threw a handful of gold
Sayin' "Take this, my dear. For the damage that I've done,
For tonight I fear I've left you with a daughter or a son."

Chorus

And if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse
With gold in her pocket and with silver in her purse
And if it be a boy child, he'll wear the jacket blue
And go climbing up the riggin', like his daddy used to do

Chorus

So come all of you fair maidens, a warning take be me
Never let a sailor lad an inch above your knee
I trusted one and he beguiled me
He left me with a pair of twins to dandle on me knee

Chorus

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HOME FROM THE SEA

On a cold winter's night, with storm at its height, the lifeboat answered the call
They pitched and they tossed till we thought they were lost, as we watched from the harbor wall
Though the night was pitch black, there was no turning back, for someone was waiting out there
But each volunteer had to live with his fear as the joined in a silent prayer

Chorus:
Home, home, home from the sea
Angels of mercy, answer our plea
And carry us home, home, home from the sea
Carry us safely home from the sea

As they battle their way past the mouth of the bay, it was blowing like never before
As they gallantly fought everyone of them thought of loved ones back on the shore
Then a flicker of light and they knew they were right, there she was, on the crest of a wave
"She's an old fishing boat and she's barely afloat. Please God there are souls we can save".

Chorus

And back in the town, in a street that runs down to the sea and the harbor wall,
They gathered in pairs at the foot of the stairs to wait for the radio call
And just before dawn, when all hope was gone, came a hush and a far away sound
"Twas the coxswain—he roared—all survivors on board. Thank God and we're homeward bound"

Chorus

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HOME IN DONNEGAL

I wish that I was home in Donegal
To be with you beside the sea
To hear your sweet voice calling me
Back to my home in Donegal

He walks upon the streets of New Orleans
There's a strange and unfamiliar look to every face he sees
He came in for the money, the adventure and the crack
Now all he ever thinks about is someday going back
I wish that I was home in Donegal
To be with you beside the sea
To hear your sweet voice calling me
Back to my home in Donegal

He misses all his family and friends
There's times when he'd give all he has just to be with them again
Before the young ones move away, the old ones are all gone
Before his heart can realize he's been away too long

Sometimes he lays there dreaming in the night
To get a job of extra work he'd save the money for the flight
But lonely dreams and darkness disappear before the dawn
Familiar faces fade away all the dreams are gone
I wish that I was home in Donegal
To be with you beside the sea
To hear your sweet voice calling me
Back to my home in Donegal

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HONESTY IS OUT OF FASHION

Honesty is out of the fashion, out of fashion today
Honesty is out of the fashion, out of fashion today

The publican pays 11 pences a pint for beer from the brewery men
Then he pour me pint on the counter, charges me 2 and 10

Honesty is out of the fashion, out of fashion today
Honesty is out of the fashion, out of fashion today

While the publican is serving me he says "How you like my shop?"
He pour my pint, I look and see an inch of froth on top

Honesty is out of the fashion, out of fashion today
Honesty is out of the fashion, out of fashion today

The grocer sell some ham to me, he charge 10 shilling a pound
Then he put his thumb on the scale and press the damn thing down

Honesty is out of the fashion, out of fashion today
Honesty is out of the fashion, out of fashion today

To separate Dick Turpin from the shopkeepers is a task
I think the difference, Dick Turpin wore a mask

Honesty is out of the fashion, out of fashion today
Honesty is out of the fashion, out of fashion today

St. Dennis had his head cut off, he didn't fancy that
He took in his hands and walked two miles without his hat

Honesty is out of the fashion, out of fashion today
Honesty is out of the fashion, out of fashion today

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THE HOT ASPHALT
(Ewan McColl)

You can talk about the concrete, and the boys who work the train
The fellas in the hoppers, in the sun, and wind, and rain
The boys who lay the blacktop, you ought to see them belt
Workin' on the highway, laying hot asphalt

Chorus:
We laid it in the hollows, and we laid it in the flats
And if it doesn't last forever, I swear I'll ate me hat
I've traveled up and down the world, and sure I never felt
Any surface that was equal, to the hot asphalt

There were boys from Connemara, County Mayo, and Kildare
The Sligo pincher laddies, sure all Ireland was
We were working all around the clock, you should have seen them belt
We were racing up the highway, laying hot asphalt

Chorus

We spread in the summer, and we laid it nice hot
Two million yards or more of it, we had to roll the lot
The sun was burning down; until I thought me back would melt
Working on the Motor highway, laying hot asphalt

Chorus

When you're speeding in your motor car and tearing through the Shires
And the only thing you're hearing is the humming of your tires
You'll be riding nice and easy, with a road as smooth as felt
Then it's don't forget the boys, who lay the hot asphalt

Chorus

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HOT ASPHALT
(Traditional)

Good evening all me jolly lads, I'm glad to find you well
If you gather all around, sure a story I will tell
For I've got a situation and begorrah and begob
I can whisper I've the weekly wage of nineteen bob
Its twelve months since October that I left me native home
After helpin' in Killarney to cut harvest down,
But, now I wear a gansey and around me waist a belt
I'm the gaffer of the squads that makes the hot asphalt.

Chorus:
We laid it in the hollows, and we laid it the flats
And if it doesn't last forever, I swear I'll ate me hat
I've traveled up and down the world, and sure I never felt
Any surface that was equal, to the hot asphalt

Well one day a copper comes to me and he says to me, "'McGuire,
Will you kindly let me light me pipe, down at your boiling' fire?"
Well he planks himself right down on there his hobnails up the heat
And sez I, Me decent man, you'd better go and mind your beat
He ups and sez, I'm down on you and up to all your pranks
Don't I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks
Boys I struck right from the shoulder and I gave him such a belt
That he landed in the boiler full of hot asphalt.

Chorus

Well we quickly pulled him out again and we placed him in a tub,
And with soap and heated water we began to rub and scrub.
But the divil the thing it hardened, it turned as hard as stone,
And with every other rub, sure you could hear the copper groan.
I'm thinkin' sez O'Reilly that he's lookin' like old Nick
And burn me if I'm not inclined to cleave him with me pick
Now sez I it would be easier to boil him till he melts
And to stir him nice easy into the hot asphalt

Chorus

You can talk about your sailor lads, ballad singers and the rest
Your tailors and shoemakers, who please the ladies best,
The only ones who the way the flinty hearts to melt
Are the lads around the fire makin' the hot asphalt
With rubbin' and with scrubbin', he caught his death of cold,
And for scientific purposes his body has been sold.
In the Kelvingrove Museum now he's hanging by the belt,
As a monument to the Irish and the hot asphalt.

Chorus

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THE HOUSE DOWN IN CARNE

Well me name is Nuke Power a terror am I;
I can cause such destruction on land, sea and sky
Your Minister tells you I'll do you no harm
If he locks me up in his house down in Carne

Chorus:
Toora loo Toora lay
I can cripple and main cause death and decay

He'll have me well guarded by night and by day
With soldiers on land and with sailors on see'
But no one can tame me I'll be restless I warn
If he tries to lock me in his house down 'in Carne

Chorus

Such a beautiful country I see all around
Where people and flowers and fishes abound
I'll change that whole scene in ten seconds I warn
If he tries to lock me in his house down in Carne

Chorus

I'll poison your children I'll strangle your dog
I'll kill every creature on land, sea and bog
I'll devastate Ireland from Kilarney to Larne
If he tries to lock me in his house down in Carne

Chorus

Now I have three comrades called wind, rain and sun
Very powerful are they and also they're great fun
Treat them with respect and they'll do you no harm
They'll work for you free every day down in Carne

Chorus

Now all you fine people I make a strong plea
Go tell your Minister to let me go free
If you don't try to use me I'll do you no harm
So don't let him let me in his house down in Carne

Chorus

This song was written by my wife's uncle, Jim "Doc" Whelan, when the Irish Government was intent on building Ireland's first nuclear power plant in Carne, near Carnsore Point in 1978. Check out the Carnsore Festival page. It's in "The Christy Moore Songbook", but the Lyrics are slightly different. Sadly, Doc died in October 1996. Here is a letter from Christy Moore to Jim, discussing the song and it's recital on the Late-Late', as well as details of the Antinuclear label.

Martin Jonas informs me that this song was published in a compilation album by Tara Records in 1986. The album is called "The Irish Folk Collection" and consists of releases of rare Tara singles. One of the tracks is called "Nuke Power" by "The Early Grave Band" and is clearly being sung by Christy. Other tracks on this album are Barry Moore: "People Will Die", both sides of Moving Hearts "Oil Sheiks/Promises" single (which does not feature Christy) and "State Music" (with Flo McSweeney, but not
listing Christy). Notes taken from the Christy Moore Website.

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HOW'YA JULIA

How ya Julia, how ya Julia
How ya Julia, did ya hear about yer one
How ya Julia, how ya Julia
How ya Julia, did ya hear about yer one

Did you see yer one with Gay-bo, talkin' on the Late, Late Show
She was tellin' us about the things that happened long ago
How she loved the bishop and he loved her just as well
Only God knows will he go to Heaven or to Hell

He helped the starvin' millions and he got them food to eat
And the homeless Irish immigrants are livin' on the street
And when it came to singin' his repertoire was vast
He swore that he'd be celibate he slipped and broke his fast

Chorus:
Mighty, mighty, Lord almighty, off with the collar, off with the nighttime
Jesus, Mary and Holy Saint Joseph, the beads are rattlin' now
Mighty, mighty, Lord almighty, off with the collar, off with the nightie
Jesus, Mary and Holy Saint Joseph, the beads are rattlin' now

Now when he was up in Galway takin' in the church collection
His lover must be busy writing down her recollections
Like was the poodle black or white and did the moon come out
I'll have to read this thing meself and find this knacker out

Oh the blind and faithful followers are worried and distraught
And the only thing that's botherin' them is that the poor man he got caught

Chorus

Must be funny in the morning he'd be doin' the consecration
After nights of long and passionate, unbridled fornication
Sittin' in the chapel attendin' exposition
Dreaming Karma Sutra and his favorite position

How ya Julia, how ya Julia
How ya Julia, did ya hear about yer one
How ya Julia, how ya Julia
How ya Julia, did ya hear about yer one

Chorus

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THE HUMOUR IS ON ME NOW

As I went out one morning it being the month of May
A farmer and his daughter I spied upon me way,
The girl sat down quite calmly to the milking of her cow
Saying I will and I must get married for the humour is on me now.

Ah be quiet you foolish daughter and hold your foolish tongue,
You're better free and single and happy while you're young,
But the daughter shook her shoulders as she milked her patient cow,
Saying I will and I must get married for the humour is on me now.

And who are you to tell me that and you married young yourself
And took me darling mother from off the single shelf,
Ah sure daughter dear go easy and milk your patient cow,
For a man may have his humour but the humour is off me now.

But indeed I'll tell me mother the awful things you say,
Indeed I'll tell me mother this very blessed day,
Now daughter have a heart dear or you'll cause a fearful row,
Well I will unless I'm married for the humour is on me now.

Oh well if you must get married will you tell me who's the man
And quickly she did answer there's William, James and John,
A carpenter, a tailor, and a man to milk the cow,
For I will and I must get married for the humour is on me now.

Well if you must be married will you tell me what you'll do?
Sure I will the daughter answered, sure the same as Ma and you,
I'll be mistress of me dairy, and me butter and me cow,
And your husband too, I'll venture, for the humour is on you now.

So at last the daughter married and married well-to-do,
She loved her darling husband for a month, a year or two;
But John was all a tyrant and she quickly rued her vow,
Saying I'm sorry that I'm married for the humour is off me now.

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HUMPTY DUMPTY

Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
Curled up like Lord Oliver Crumble
At the butt of the magazine wall the magazine wall hump helmet and all

He was one time our king of the castle
Now he's kicked about like a rotten old parsnip
And be Green St. he'll sent be order of his Worship
To the penal jail of Mount Joy the jail of Mount Joy jail 'em with joy

He was fa-father of all things for to bother us
Slow coaches and immaculate contraceptives for the populous
Mares milk for the sick seven dry Sundays a week
Open air love and religious reform so hideous in form

And a white as couldn't he mange it
I'll go bail me fine dairy man darlin'
Like the bump and bull of the Cassidy's
All his butter's in his horns his butter's in his horns butter his horns

Sweet luck to the wave's worst to old Ireland
The hookel of the hammer vest Viking
And Gall's cursin' the day when Blana Bay saw his black and tan man o war
Saw his black and tan man o war on the harbour bar

He was joltin' by Wellington's monument
Our retorious hipp-a-ma-potamus
When some bugger let down the back strap of the omnibus
And he caught his death of fusiliers with his rent in his rear's give him six years

Oh we'll have a free trade Gael's band and mass meetin'
For to sod that son of Scand-a-knavery
And we'll bury down in Ox men town
Along with the divil and Danes the deaf and dumb Danes and all their remains

Now all the king's men not his horse's
Could ever resurrect his corpses
For there's no true spell in Connuaght or hell
That's ever to raise a Cain

 

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THE HERRING

There was a poor thing that flowed in with the tide
It was forty foot long, boys, and forty foot wide
And we called it the herring that came it with the tide

Chorus:
Take him away and don't delay
One your leg, two your leg, three your leg,
Throw your leg, over me Johnny sez she

Well what do you think we made out of his head, but the grandest oul oven that ever baked bread
With me herrings and heads and oven baked breads
Chorus

Well what do you think we made out of his eyes, but lovely big pair of blue butterflies
With me herrings and heads and oven baked breads, herrings and eyes and blue butterflies
Chorus

Well what do you think we made out of his back, but lovely big sailor and called him Jack
With me herrings and heads and oven baked breads, herrings and eyes and blue butterflies
Herrings and backs and sailors and called Jack
Chorus

Well what do you think we made out of his belly, but lovely looking girl and christened her Nellie
With me herrings and heads and oven baked breads, herrings and eyes and blue butterflies
Herrings and backs and sailors and called Jack, herrings and bellies and girls called
Nellie
Chorus

Well what do you think we made out of his fins, but a grand big box of needles and pins
With me herrings and heads and oven baked breads, herrings and eyes and blue butterflies
Herrings and backs and sailors and called Jack, herrings and bellies and girls called Nellie
Herrings and fins and needles and pins
Chorus

Well what do you think we made out of his tails, but the grandest oul ship boys that ever set sail
With me herrings and heads and oven baked breads, herrings and eyes and blue butterflies
Herrings and backs and sailors and called Jack, herrings and bellies and girls called Nellie
Herrings and fins and needles and pins, herrings and tails and ships setting sail

Well, come all you young girls that are tryin' to prude
The next two verses are awfully rude
So, if you don't like them you can be on your way

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HEY RONNIE REAGAN

I remember the show twenty one years ago,
When John Kennedy paid us a visit
Now the worlds rearranged - not improved only changed,
But our heart's in the same place - or is it?

Chorus:
Hey Ronnie Reagan, I'm black and I'm pagan,
I'm gay and I'm left and I'm free.
I'm a non-fundamentalist environmentalist,
Please don't bother me.

You're so cool, playing poker with death as the joker,
You've nerve but you don't reassure us
With those paranoid vistas of mad Sandinistas:
Are you really defending Honduras?
We can dig shelter holes when we've bartered our souls,
For Pershing and Cruise we can shovel,
While the myth of our dreams turns to nightmares, it seems:
From the White House straight back to the hovel.

Chorus

You'll be wearing the green down at Ballyporeen.
The town of the little potato;
Put your arms around Garret and dangle your carrot.
But you'll never get me to join NATO.
I've watched you for years amongst laughter
And tears as you act out your games of deception
And despite what you see there's no welcome from me
And I firmly oppose your reception

Chorus

Now the Irish dimension has won your attention
I'm askin' myself what's your game:
Do your eyes share the tears of our last fifteen years
Or is that just a vote-catchers gleam?
Your dollars may beckon, but I think we should reckon,
He cost of accepting your gold;
If you get your way, what a price we must pay.
What's left if our freedom is sold?

Chorus

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HEY SANDY

The sun was hot, the air heavy, and the marching men came by
You stood at door, you watched them pass, you asked no reason why
The sound of steel of their jackboot heel came pound through your head
Your reason's past, they've came at last, with the blessings of the dead

Chorus:
Hey Sandy, hey Sandy why are you the one
All the years of growing up are wasted now and gone
Did you see them turn did you feel the burn of the bullets as they flew
Hey Sandy, hey Sandy just what did you do

At the college square, they were standing there, with the flag and with the gun
And the whispered words as the ones young stirred, saying, 'Why are you the one?'
And the air was still with lonely thrill of now the hour is near
And the smell of sweat was better yet, than the awful smell of fear

Chorus

The awful shout, as you all ran out, saying, why are these things done?'
And you stood and stared, yet no one cared for another campus bum
Your songs are dead and your instead are to the funeral pyre
And the words of youth, like love and truth, are just ashes on the fire

Chorus

Did you throw no stone, at the men alone, with their bayonets fixed for hire?
Did you think that they would kill no one, did you scream as they opened fire
And the square ran red, with your blood stains spread, and the darkness round you grew
Did you feel the pain, did you call the name of the man you never knew

Chorus

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HI FOR THE BEGGARMAN

The night was dark and very cold when I took pity on a poor soul
I took pity on a poor soul and I did it a beggarman

Chorus:
Too-roo-roo-roo rantin' hi Too-roo-roo-roo rantin' hi
Too-roo-roo-roo rantin' hi and Hi for the beggarman

He crept into a cozy nook he hung his hat upon a hook
He hung his hat upon a hook and soon was fast asleep

Chorus

When he awoke at the first day light he gazed upon a lovely sight
He gazed upon a lovely sight 'twas the daughter of the house

Chorus

They spent the time in sport and play he said to her will you away
He said to her will you away and follow the road with me

Chorus

When the mother arose she looked around no sign of her daughter could be found
No sign of her daughter could be found she's away with the beggarman

Chorus

The time went by and one late hour there came a knock upon a door
There came a knock upon a door and there was the beggarman

Chorus

Would you like to see your daughter ma'm with two babies on her knee
With two babies on her knee and another one coming on

Chorus

So when the nights are dark and cold beware of the beggar man so bold
Beware of the beggar man so bold, with his sly and clattering way

Chorus

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THE HIGHLAND ROAD

Fife was a shadow across the Forth as the Granton boat pulled out,
Over the sea and the solid earth the mist lay all about,
And a rising wind from the Isle of May o'er the ruffled waters strode,
And blew us a clear October day to ride on the Highland Road.

Chorus:
The Highland Road's been sung before and will be sung again,
So long as singers give thanks for good in the way of honest men,
Let him who will be contrary, the wise man will agree,
And sing again the Highland Road, the Highland Road for me.

There's a winding road from Glenfarg to the mouth of the river Tay,
The mountains beckon beyond Dunkeld to lead us on our way,
Now Killicrankie's famous Pass, a battle lost and won,
From the old enchanted Atholl lands, grim heart of Caledon.

Chorus:
The Highland Road's been sung before and will be sung again,
So long as singers give thanks for good in the way of honest men,
Let him who will be contrary, the wise man will agree,
And sing again the Highland Road, the Highland Road for me.

Now the Highland Road is a rugged road, from the Tay to the Northern shore,
A man may rise in Edinburgh town and rest in Aviemore,
Now here's to the railroad running north and the day that gave it due,
From the greying spires of the ancient town to the moon of the Lairig Gru.

Chorus:
The Highland Road's been sung before and will be sung again,
So long as singers give thanks for good in the way of honest men,
Let him who will be contrary, the wise man will agree,
It's the North Road, the Atholl Road, the Highland Road for me.

Notes from The McCalmans' album "Festival Lights. The Highland road in question was the old road between Edinburgh and Inverness, when the ferry went from Granton, and threaded its way through Glen Farg, Dunkeld and onwards through the Grampians. When the poem was written at the beginning of the century the marvel was getting from Edinburgh to Inverness in one day. With the traffic on the A9 these days, nothing has changed.

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HIROSHIMA NAGASAKI RUSSIAN ROULETTE

They dropped the bomb in '45 to end the world
No one had ever seen such a terrible sight before
The world looked on with eyes wide to see where it might lead
The politics of power pass around the seed
It was a time to remember, we never can forget
They were playin' Hiroshima Nagasaki Russian roulette

They arose like the saviors of the modern human race
With radiation halos that hung about their face
With the key to the sure cure and the treatment of our ills
A hot shot of cobalt and a pocket full of pills
Speaking always of the enemy who lurked across the sea
While they crept in among us like a carrier disease

Deep down inside the bunkers of the concrete and the lead
Einstein's disciples work steadily ahead
Making heavy metal power plants to fire the city lights
All you can hear in the underground is the humming through the night
The walls of tight security circle all around
Where they spill out their poison and they bury it in the ground

Hole up in the harbours hidden secretly away
Warheads and submarines wait to make their play
The military masterminds improve on their designs
The soldiers get doped up and stumble through the lines
The spills into the river get carried out by the tide
They call this security but we're not satisfied

Our statesmen and leaders with their politicians pay
Quick to heed the hand that feeds, they're careful what they say
They call out experts to assure us, to wave their magic wands
This is the power of the future and the future marches on
And they call in all theirs favours, all their political gains
While the spills fill the rivers and settle in the plains

They've caused the death of millions, that's their stock and trade
They will be afflicted by the fallout that they've made
They've sealed their own inevitable doom and it must surely come
Not even the moons of Jupiter will be far enough way to run
When the earth that they've assaulted begins to turn around
And the unavoidable gravity sucks them to the ground

I know the minds behind them, they are fiddled full of holes
Not to be trusted with their hands at the controls
Their eyesight it is twisted by the glory of their careers
The heaped praise of flattery is music to their ears
To listen to them talk about how it hasn't happened yet
Is like playin' Hiroshima Nagasaki Russian roulette

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HO RO MY NUT-BROWN MAIDEN

Chorus:
Ho ro my nut-brown maiden,
Hee ree my nut-brown maiden,
Ho ro ro maiden,
For she's the maid for me

Her eye so mildly beaming,
Her look so frank and free,
In waking or in dreaming,
Is evermore with me.

Chorus
O Mary, mild-eyed Mary,
By land or on the sea;
Though time or tide may vary
My heart beats true for thee.

Chorus
And since from thee I parted,
A long and weary while;
I wander heavy hearted
While longing for thy smile.

Chorus
Mine eyes that never vary
From pointing to the glen
Where blooms my Highland Mary
Like wild rose 'neath the ben.

Chorus
And when the blossoms laden
Bright summer comes again;
I'll fetch my nut-brown maiden
Down from the bonnie glen.

Chorus

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THE HOLY GROUND

Fare thee well my lovely Dinah, a thousand times adieu
We're goin' away from the Holy ground and the girls we all love true
We will sail the South Seas over and we'll return for more
To see again the girls we love and the Holy ground once more

Chorus:
Fine girl you are! You're the girl I do adore
And I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more
Fine girl you are!

I see the storm a rising, I see it coming soon
And the sky it is so cloudy, you can scarcely see the moon
And the good oul' ship it is tossing about the rigging is all tore
And still I live in hopes to see the Holy ground once more

Chorus

And now the storm is over and we are safe and well
We will go into a public house and we'll sit and drink like Hell
We will drink strong ale and porter and make the rafters roar
And when our money is all spent, we'll go to town once

Chorus

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HOME AWAY FROM HOME

She said her name was Mary Ann and she came from some place near Strabane
But over here in Melbourne, Ireland seemed so far away
She had a tape of Matt Molloy ten floors up in a lonely sky
I watched a tear come to her eye when she heard the music play

Chorus:
Home away from home!
Home away from home!
Home away from home!
Home away from home!

I won't forget you Hamburg town and your sad bright lights going up and down
And the black girl that got lost and found in the Dally Dally room
God's the one I thank she said for my body and my dancing legs
Now my family can be fed in a home away from home

Chorus

I remember Forty Second Street and I couldn't find a place to sleep
Looking for a bit to eat to keep me from cold
I saw a lonely laughing man beside a burning rubbish can
Waving whiskey in his hand sayin' "Welcome to my home"

Chorus

It's so good to be back again and shake the hand of a friend again
I think about you often when the winter winds do blow
You give a meaning to my song and a reason for to carry on
You welcome me with open arms in a home away from home

Chorus
Chorus


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HAND ME DOWN ME BIBLE

Chorus:
Oh, oh, glory-o, I'm the Lord's disciple
Oh, oh, glory-o, hand me down, me bible

I like my liquor and my livin' hard, may the Lord save my soul
My salvation was a turn of the card; my heart was 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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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

Chorus
Chorus

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THE HAPPY HOOLIGAN'S

It's oe'r the border if you dare and doon tae London for a tear
We are the Happy Hooligan's of Wembely

I wear a tartan bonnet and a scarf around my throat
And I can sing the Flower Of Scotland every single note
And we're going doon tae London toon tae paralyze the undergroond
We are the Happy Hooligan's of Wembely

When Scotland's playing England it fairly fills my heart
With all the flags and banners I will surely look the part
But win or lose it's all the same We did na come to see the game
We're just the Happy Hooligan's of Wembely

It's oe'r the border if you dare and doon tae London for a tear
We are the Happy Hooligan's of Wembely

There's forty in my party aye and that's including me
We did na all get tickets in fact we've only three
So three will win the lucky draw the rest will climb in o'er the wall
We are the Happy Hooligan's of Wembely

We'll see how many pints o' beer that we can sink away
We're going ta drink all London dry, we'll drink her dry today
And before we even see the ball we'll lose it up against the wall
We are the Happy Hooligan's of Wembely

It's oe'r the border if you dare and doon tae London for a tear
We are the Happy Hooligan's of Wembely

And when the game is over and we finished all the beer
We canna go back to Scotland with out a souvenir
So maybe for a wee bit lark we'll dig up half of Wembely Park
For we're the Happy Hooligan's of Wembely

So now we're back in Scotland after all the deeds are done
We dinna really gie a damn if Scotland lost or won
For we've met the English had oor fun reminded them of Bannockburn
And we're the Happy Hooligan's of Wembely

It's oe'r the border if you dare and doon tae London for a tear
We are the Happy Hooligan's of Wembely
It's oe'r the border if you dare and doon tae London for a tear
We are the Happy Hooligan's of Wembely

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HARRIS AND THE MARE

Harris, my old friend, good to see your face again
More welcome, though, yon trap and that old mare
For the wife is in a swoon, and I am all alone
Harris, fetch thy mare and take us home

The wife and I came out for a quiet glass of stout
And a word or two with neighbors in the room
But young Clary, he came in, as drunk and wild as sin
And swore the wife would leave the place with him

But the wife as quick as thought said, "No, I'll bloody not"
Then struck the brute a blow about the head
He raised his ugly paw, and he lashed her on the jaw
And she fell onto the floor like she were dead

Now Harris, well you know, I've never struck an angry blow
Nor would I keep a friend who raised his hand
I was a concie in the war, cryin' what the hell's this for?
But I had to see his blood to be a man

I grabbed him by his coat, spun him 'round and took his throat
And beat his head upon the parlor door
He dragged out an awful knife, and he roared "I'll have your life"
And he stuck me and I fell onto the floor

Now blood I was from neck to thigh, bloody murder in his eye
As he shouted out "I'll finish you for sure"
But as the knife came down, I lashed out from the ground
And the knife was in his breast and he rolled o'er

Now with the wife as cold as clay I carried her away
No hand was raised to help us through the door
And I've brought her half a mile, but I've had to rest a while
And none of them I'll call a friend no more

For when the knife came down, I was helpless on the ground
No neighbor stayed his hand, I was alone
By God, I was a man, but now I cannot stand
Please, Harris, fetch thy mare, take us home

Oh, Harris, fetch thy mare, and take us out of here
In my nine and fifty years I've never known
That to call myself a man, for my loved one I must stand
Now Harris, fetch thy mare take us home

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THE HAUGHS O' CROMDALE

As I cam in by Auchendoun just a wee bit fae the toon
Tae the Hielands I was bound tae view the Haughs o' Cromdale
I met a man in tartan trews spiered at him what was the news
Quo' he, "The Hieland army rues that e'er we cam tae Cromdale

We were at diner every man when the English host upon us cam
A bloody battle then began upon the Haughs o' Cromdale
The English horse they were sae rude bathed their hooves in hielan' blood
But oor brave clans they boldly stood upon the Haughs o' Cromdale

But alas we could no longer stay and o'er the hills we cam' away
Sair did we lament the day that e'er we cam tae Cromdale
Thus the great Montrose did say Hielan' Man show me the way
We will o'er the hills this day tae view the Haughs o' Cromdale

They were at dinner every man when great Montrose upon them cam'
A second battle then began upon the Haughs o' Cromdale
The Great McKenzie and Mackay as Montrose they did espy
Then they fought most valiantly upon the Haughs o' Cromdale

The MacDonalds they returned again the Camerons did their standards join
McKintosh played a bloody game upon the Haughs o' Cromdale
The Gordons boldly did advance the Frasers fought with sword and lance
The Grahams they made the heids tae dance upon the Haughs o' Cromdale

Then the loyal Stewarts wi' Montrose so bodily set upon their foes
Laid them low wi' Hieland blows upon the Haughs o' Cromdale
Of thirty thousand Cromwell's men a thousand fled tae Aberdeen
The rest o' them lie on the plain upon the Haughs o' Cromdale

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HEDGEHOG SONG

I'm not the kind to complain that I never had a girl to love
Many fine girls I tried hard to know, but I guess I never tried enough
Sitting one day by myself and thinking what could be wrong
When this funny little hedgehog, come running up to me
And he starts up to singin' this song

Chorus:
Oh you know all the words, and you sung all the notes
But you never quite learned the song, she sang
I can tell by the sadness in your eyes
That you never quite learned the song

Every day when the sun goes down and the evening is so very still
Many fine girls I've held in my arms and I hope there's many more that I will
But just when everything is right and absolutely nothing is wrong
There's this funny little hedgehog, he's always around,
And he always wants to sing me this song

Chorus

One day when the moon was blue, I thought I might settle down
Found myself a pretty little girl and stopped all my running around
But just when the preacher come along and he's just going to pop on the ring
And this funny little hedgehog comes running down the aisle
And I don't have to tell you what he did sing

Chorus

I'm not the kind to complain that I never had a girl to love
Many fine girls I tried hard to know, but I guess I never tried enough
Now I'll sitting all my days and it isn't just me I've gotta please
There's this funny little hedgehog he's always around
And the only words he ever sings to me are these

Chorus

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THE HEILAN' MAN

Ten thousand Roman soldiers to the Heilands they came north
And they had conquered everything from the Tiber to the Forth.
They camped beside Loch Lomond, for the night they thought they'd lie,
But somewhere on the Cobbler hill they heard this terrible cry:

Chorus:
Grigalie! Grigaloo!
Come up and fight, you cowardly crew!
I'll have you for my pot of stew!
You fear to fight with me!

On top stood a bearded Heilan' man with a kilt and a big claymore
He looked a bit ferocious, so old Caesar sent up four.
Then he sat down for dinner by the bright light of the moon,
But he lost his taste for vino when four heads come rollin' doon.

Chorus

Then Caesar sent Marc Antony wi' another fifty five.
"Gae bring to me that rascal's head, or I'll have you stewed alive."
They heard the clash of metal until the night was done,
But again they heard this terrible cry by the rising of the sun.

Chorus

Then Caesar sent a thousand men, this Heilan' man to crack,
But out of all the thousand, there was only one came back.
"Oh, Caesar!" cried the soldier, wi' his head all black and blue,
"The rascal has been lying! There's not just one, there's two!"

Chorus

So Caesar picked his suitcase up and he ran southwards then
He was doin' eighty miles an hour, but he couldn't catch his men
Now maybe ye will wonder why I've told this tale at all
Well, it has a simple moral, an' they call it…Hadrian's Wall!

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HENRY JOY MCCRACKEN

An Ulster man I an proud to say from the Antrim Glens I come
Although I labored by the sea I followed fife and drum
I have heard the martial tramp of men; I've seen men fight and die
Ah! lads I well remember when I followed Henry Joy

I pulled my boat up from the sea I hid my sail away
I hung my nets on a greenwood tree and I scanned the moonlit bay
The boys were out, and the "Redcoats" too--I kissed my wife good-bye
And in the shade of the greenwood glade, sure I followed Henry Joy

In Antrim Town the tyrant stood, he tore our ranks with ball
But with a cheer and a pike to clear we swept the o'er the wall
Our pikes and sabers flashed that day--we won, but lost, ah why
No matter lads, I fought beside, and shielded Henry Joy

Ah! boys, for Ireland's cause we fought, for her and home we bled
Though pikes were few still our hearts beat true, and five to one lay dead
But many a lassie mourned her lad and mother mourned her boy
For youth was strong in that gallant throng, who followed Henry Joy

In Belfast Town they built a tree, and the Redcoats mustered there
I watched them come at the beat of the drum, rolled out from the barrack square
He kissed his sister and went aloft, he bade a last good-bye
"My God, he died," sure I turned and cried, "They have murdered Henry Joy!"

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HENRY MY SON

Where have you been all day Henry me son
Where have you been all day my beloved on
Away in the meadow Away in the meadow
Make my bed I've a pain in me head
And I want to lie down

And what did you have to eat Henry me son
And what did you have to eat, my beloved one
Poison beads Poison beads
Make my bed I've a pain in me head
And I want to lie down

And what will you leave your mother Henry me son
And what will you leave your mother, my beloved one
A woolen blanket, a woolen blanket
Make my bed I've a pain in me head
And I want to lie down

And what will you leave you children Henry me son
And what will you leave you children my beloved one
The keys to heaven
The keys to heaven
Make my bed I've a pain in me head
And I want to lie down

And what will you leave your sweetheart Henry me son
And what will you leave your sweetheart my beloved one
A rope to hang her
A rope to hang her
Make my bed I've a pain in me head
And I want to lie down

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HER FATHER DIDN'T LIKE ME ANYWAY

The coat she wore still lies upon the bed
The book I gave her that she never read
She left without a single word to say
Her father didn't like me anyway

Oh! Daddy didn't like the clothes I wear
And oh! Daddy didn't like my hair
I suppose that if we'd tried
We could have something to say
But Daddy didn't even care

She always wanted more than I could give
She wasn't happy with the way we lived
I suppose I should have begged with her to stay
But her father didn't like me anyway

Oh! Daddy didn't like the clothes I wear
And oh! Daddy didn't like my hair
I suppose that if we'd tried
We could have something to say
But Daddy didn't even care

Ah to tell the truth I didn't have the nerve
And I'm only getting just what I deserve
She left without a single word to say
Her father was a right cunt anyway

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HERCULES THE BEAR

Oh, Hercules the Bear, was a famous T.V. star,
He was makin' adverts for the S.T.V.
He could wrestle in the ring, but alas, he could nay sing
So in despair he threw himself in tay the sea

He swam till by and by, he had reached the Isle of Skye
And like other tourists headed for Portree
But, a singin' dentist there, gave him tooth ache in his ear
So he turned aroond and right back in the sea

Chorus:
Oh, Hercules the Bear, was a famous T.V. star,
And all the world had heard aboot it now
You never will be poor at your cage at Sherifmuir
So me fortune shine upon your curly power

Now, Hercules was sad that his singin' was so bad
When thought of all the pleasure he could bring
He knew he could be big, if he got on Thing-a-me-jig
Wi' all the other bears who could'na sing

Now, the wee (cew ca'dun's Laird(?) and said, "Divinely stared."(?)

While Fran and Anna simply drove him wild
And even Tom and Jack, could'nae bring Big Hercie back
Wi' his rendering of Anybody's Child

Chorus
People came from far and near, to try and catch the bear
There must been a thousand more or less
But, Hercules had gone to compose a different song
And tae visit wi' his cousin in Loch Ness

Now Newis(?) North Isle he surrendered wi' a smile
For twenty-two days he had been free
But we know with a doubt, why big Hercie opt it out
He'd a better offer from the BBC

Chorus

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HERMLESS

Wi' my hand on my heart and my heart in my mooth
Wi' arms that could reach ower the sea
My feet micht be big but the insects are safe
They'll never get stood on by me

Hermless, hermless there's never nae bother fae me
I gang tae the libry, I tak oot a book
And then I go hame for my tea

I save a' the coupons that come wi' the soup
And when I have saved fifty-three
I send awa' fifty, pit three in the drar
And something gets posted tae me

Hermless, hermless there's never nae bother fae me
I dae whit I'm telt and I tidy my room
And then I come doon for my tea

There's ane or twa lads wha' I could ca' my chums
They're canny and meek as can be
There's Tam wi' his pigeons And Wull wi'his mice
And Robert McLennan and me

Hermless, hermless there's never nae bother fae me
Naebody'd notice that I wasnae there
If I didnae come hame for my tea

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HERE I AM FROM DONNEGAL

Oh, here I am from Donegal, I feel quite discontented
For to see the way that we're run down, not highly represented
For you see it is a general rule, to make out Pat a knave or fool
But never mind he'll play it cool and stand up for old Ireland

Chorus:
Do me justice, treat me fair and I won't be discontented
But I won't by laughed at anywhere, but highly represented

Now, Mr. Punch with his literature, he treats us very badly
And when he draws or caricature, he depicts us rather sadly
With crooked limbs and villainous face, he thus depicts the Irish race
We think it is a sad disgrace, and we say so in old Ireland

Chorus

When on the stage I do appear, with a thundering bug shillelagh
With a ragged coat and a tattered hat, you think I come out gaily
With not a word of common sense, they don't know when they give offense
But carry on at Pat's expense, why don't they come to Ireland

Chorus

They say we are dirty and lazy got, but where's the use to grumble
And if they visit an Irish cot, they're made welcome, though tis humble
But in 'Palm licks works', the country round, or where hard work is to be found
In the railway tunnels underground, you'll find the boys from Ireland

Chorus

Tis true I like a glass, it makes me feel quite frisky
I'm very found of an Irish lass, but I'm partial to the whiskey
I'm very quiet when left alone, but I do what I like with what's my own
And woe be to the foes at home, who would dare to run down old Ireland

Chorus

 

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The H-Block song

I am a proud young Irishman
From Ulster's hill my life began
A happy boy through green fields ran
And I kept God's and man's laws
But when my age was barely ten
My country's wrongs were told again
By tens of thousands marching men
And my heart stared to their cause.

(chorus)
So I'll wear no convict's uniform
Nor meekly serve my time
That Britain might brand Ireland's fight
800 Years of crime

I learned of centuries of strife
Of cruel laws injustice rife
And I saw now in my own young life
The fruits of foreign sway
Protesters threatened, tortured, maimed
Divisions nurtured passions flamed
Outrage prevoked rights cause defamed
This is the conqueror's ways

chorus

Descendant's of proud Connaught clan
Concannon served cruel Britain's paln
Man's inhumanity to man
Had spawned a trusty slave
No strangers are thses bolts and locks
No new design these dark H-Blocks
Cruel Cromwell lives while Mason stalks
The bully taunts the brave

chorus

Does Britain need one thousand years
Of protest, riots, death and tears
Or will this last decade of fears
Of eighty decades spell
An end to Ireland's agony
New hope for human dignity
And will the last obscenity
Be this grim H-Block cell

chorus

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HIGH JEANNIE HIGH

And sing high Jeannie high,
Sing low Jeannie low
You can never make a singing bird
Out of a hoodie crow

My father was a gentleman, and a gentleman was he
But he’s wed me to an old man of three score years and three

Before I’d have an old man with thirty plows and land
I’d rather have a young man with only hat in hand

For when we go to bed at night he turns o’er to the wall
And never lays a hand on me till morning light dawns

Now some neighbors have advised me to drown him in a well
Some others have advised me to grind him in a mill

But I have taken my own advice and borne him to a plain
And I’ve tied him to a windmill, and he’ll never come back again

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Have Some Madiera, M'Dear

She was young. She was fair. She was new. She was nice.
She was pure. She was sweet, seventeen.
He was old. He was vile, no stranger to vice.
He was bad. He was base. He was mean....
He had slyly inviegled her up to his flat
to view his collection of.....stamps,
and he said as he hastened to put out the wine
his cigar, the cat.....and the lamps:

"Have some Madiera, m'dear?
You really have nothing to fear..
I don't want to tempt you. That wouldn't be right.
One shouldn't drink spirits at this time of night.
Have some Madiera, m'dear.....
It's really an excellent year.
I don't care for Sherry, and one cannot drink Stout,
and Port is a wine I can well do without!
You see, it's strictly a case of 'Chacun a son GOUT....'
Have some Madiera, m'dear?"

Unaware of the wiles of the snake in the grass
And the fate of a maiden who topes.
She lowered her standards by raising her glass,
Her mind, her courage, and his hopes.
She sipped it. She drank it. She drained it. she did!
He quietly re-filled it again,
and he said, as he secretly carved one more notch
on the butt of his gold-handled cane....

"Have some Madiera, m'dear?
I have a small cask of it here...
and once it's been opened, it won't keep,
Finish it up; it will help you to...sleep."
"Have some Madiera, m'dear?
It's ever so much nicer than Beer!
Now if it were Gin you'd do wrong to say 'yes'
the Evil gin does is hard to assess...
and, besides, it's inclined to affect my Prowess....
Have some Madiera, m'dear?"

Then there flashed thru her mind what her mother had said
with her ante-pen-ultimate breath:
"Oh, my child, should you gaze on the wine that is red:
BE PREPARED FOR A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH!"
She let go the glass with a shy little cry.  (eek!)
Crash! Tinkle! It fell to the floor.
When he said: "What in Heaven?" She made no reply.
Up her mind and in a dash for the door!

"Have some Madiera, m'dear?"
Rang out down the hall, loud and clear
in a tremulous voice that was filled with Despair
as she paused to take breath in the cool, midnight air...
"Have some Madiera, m'dear?......"
The words seemed to ring in her ear.
Until the next morning she woke up, in bed
with a smile on her lips, and an ache in her head,
and a BEARD at her earlobe which * tickled *, and said:
"Have some Madiera, m'dear?"

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Health to the Company

Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may and might never all meet here again

Here's a health to the company and one to my lass
Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may and might never all meet here again

Here's a health to the dear lass that I love so well
Her style and her beauty, sure none can excel
There's a smile upon her countenance as she sits on my knee
Sure there's no one in in this wide world as happy as we

Our ship lies at harbor, she's ready to dock
I hope she's safe landed without any shock
If ever we should meet again by land or by sea
I will always remember your kindness to me

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Home to Donegal

The lights of London, are far behind
The thoughts of homeland are crowding my mind
Familiar places, come in to view
I see my home now, soon I'll see you

We'll talk to the old folk, for they're getting on
And treat them to late nights and sing a few songs
We'll talk of the neighbours, and life in the town
There's so much to tell there, the days fly around

This is my homeland,the place I was born in
No matter where I go it's in my soul
My feet may wander a thousand places
But my heart will lead me back home to my Donegal

Turnaround

And then tomorrow we'll take a walk
Down to St. Marys to a sheltered spot
We'll kneel and pray there
For the ones that’re gone
And hope they're proud of, their wandering son

Chorus...This is my homeland etc..

     instrumental end

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Her Name Is Nancy

Oh the girl that I love, her name is Nancy
She's small & she's neat, she's the girl I do fancy
I met her one night while out marquee dancing
I knew she was nice, all the lads they were glancing

Well I asked her name as we danced 'round the floor
I knew by her eye we'd soon head for the door
I asked her the next dance she give it to me
By the end of the night in my arms she would be

Chorus

Well she lived up by-road by the side of the mountain
And my love for her it flowed like a fountain
I kissed that night by the end of house
Then she took off her shoes and crept in like a mouse

Chorus

After six months, I did propose
Her father got vexed and he burst in me nose
Her mother she liked me, she 'twas alright
Then Nancy's eyes opened wide with delight

Chorus

For twenty-five years, now we've been together
In good times in bad times tro' all kinds of weather
She gave me four big sons, they're so good you see
And a daughter, God help her, she's the image of me

Chorus & rpt. last line

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HILLS OF CONNEMARA

Chorus:
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans
The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran
Run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney

Keep your eyes well peeled today
The excise men are on their way
Searching for the mountain tay
In the hills of Connemara

Swinging to the left, swinging to the right
The excise men will dance all night
Drinkin' up the tay till the broad daylight
In the hills of Connemara

Chorus

A gallon for the butcher and a quart for John
And a bottle for poor old Father Tom
Just to help the poor old dear along
In the hills of Connemara

Stand your ground, for it's too late
The excise men are at the gate
Glory be to Paddy, but they're drinkin' it straight
In the hills of Connemara

Chorus twice

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HOW ARE THINGS IN GLOCCA MORRA

How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down to Donny-cove?
Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that laddie with the twinklin' eye
Come whistlin' by and does he walk away
Sad and dreamy there not to see me there?
So I ask each weepin' willow
And each brook along the way
And each lad that comes a'whistlin'
Too-ra-lay
How are things in Glocca Morra
This fine day?
 

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HAUL AWAY JOE

When I was a little lad and so me mother told me,
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe.
That if I did not kiss the girls me lips would grow all moldy.
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe.

Way haul away, we're bound for better weather.
Away haul away, we'll haul away Joe.
Way haul away, we'll haul away together.
Away haul away, we'll haul away Joe.

King Louis was the king of France before the revolution.
And then he got his head chopped off. It spoiled his constitution.

Saint Patrick was a gentleman. He came from decent people.
He built a church in Dublintown and on it put a steeple.

Once I was in Ireland a'digging turf and taties.
But now I'm on a Yankee ship a haulin' on the braces.

Once I had a German girl, but she was fat and lazy.
But now I got an Irish girl. She damn near drove me crazy.

Way haul away, rock and roll me over.
Way haul away, well roll me in the clover.

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