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JOXER GOES TO STUTTGART

It was in the year of eighty-eight in the lovely month of June
When the gadflies were swarmin', dogs howlin' at the moon
With rosary beads and sandwiches for Stuttgart we began
Joxer packed his German phrase-book and jump leads for the van

Well, some of the lads had never been away from home before
'Twas the first time Whacker set his foot outside of Inchicore
Before we left for Europe we knew we'd need a plan
So we all agreed that Joxer was the man to drive the van

In Germany the Autobahn 'twas like the long mile road
There was every kind or car and van all carryin' the full load
Ford Transits and Hiace's and a ould Bedford from Tralee
With engine over heatin' from long haulin' duty-free

There were fans from Ballyfermont, Ballybough and Ballymun
On the journey of the lifetime and the crack was ninety-one
Joxer met a German's daughter on the banks of the river Rhine
And he told her she'd be welcome in Ballyfermont anytime

As soon as we got to Stuttgart we put the wagons in a ring
Sean og got out the banjo, Peter played the mandolin
There was fans there from everywhere attracted by the sound
At the first Fleagh Ceoil in Europe, Joxer passed the flagon round

But the session it ended when we finished all the stout
The air mattresses inflated and the sleepin' bags rolled
As one by one we fell asleep poor Joxer had a dream
He dreamt himself and Jack Charlton sat down to pick the team

Joxer dreamt they agreed on Packy Bonner straight away
And Morn, Whelan and McGrath were certainly to play
But tempers they began to rise, patience wearing thin
Jack wanted Cascarino, but Joxer wanted Quinn

Then the dream turned into a nightmare, Joxer stuck the head in Jack
Who wanted to bring Johnny Giles and Eamon Dunphy back
When the cock crew in the morning, it crew both loud and shrill
Joxer woke up in his sleepin' bag many miles from Arbour Hill

The next morning none of the experts gave us the slightest chance
They said the English team would lead us on a merry dance
With Union Jacks all them English fans for victory were set
Until Ray Houghton got the ball and stuck it in the net

What happened next was history, brought tears to many eyes
That day will be the highlight in many people's lives
Well Joxer climbed right over the top and the next time he was seen
Was arm and arm with Jack Charlton, singin' revenge for Skibbereen

Now Whacker's back in Inchicore, he's livin' with his Mam
And Jack Charlton has been proclaimed an honorary Irish man
Do you remember the German's daughter on the banks of the river Rhine
Well didn't he show up in Ballyfermont last week and . . .

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JOYCE COUNTRY CEILI BAND

We're the Joyce Country Ceili Band
Playing away and we're doing grand
If we're singing a song won't you give us a hand
Cos we're the Joyce Country Ceili Band

Friday night, off we go
Tune the fiddle, strain the bow
Take it handy for the first few sets
Sure there's hardly anyone listening yet

Thomas and Mary out on the floor
Well they never lost it, that's for sure
In his sparkling shoes and his daz-white shirt
She's got a brand new perm and a pleated shirt

We do do's and functions, weddings and wakes
Meats and salads, buns and cakes
Well if you need a few tunes just give us a call
For the house, the pub or the parish hall

There's a princess on the floor all night
She can fairly throw them shapes all right
How'ya Madge, are you on your own
How'erya fixed a seat back home

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JOHNSON'S MOTOR GAR

It was down by Brannigan's corner one morning I did stray.
I met a fellow rebel and to me he did say
He had orders from our Captain to assemble at Dunbar
But how were we to get there without a motor car.

Oh Barney dear be of good cheer I'll tell you what you'll do.
The Specials they are plentiful but the I.R.A. are few,
We'll send a wire to Johnson to meet us at Stranlar
And we'll give the boys a jolly good drive in Johnson's Motor Car.

When Doctor Johnson heard the news he soon put on his shoes
He said this is an urgent case, there is not time to lose,
He then put on his castor hat and on his breast a star,
You could hear the din going through Glen Fin of Johnson's
  Motor Car.

But when he got to the Railway Bridge, the rebels he saw there,
Ould Johnson knew the game was up for at him they did stare;
He said I have a permit to travel near and far,
To hell with your English permit, we want you motor car.

What will my loyal brethren think when they hear the news
My car it has been commandeered by the rebels at Dunluce,
We'll give you a receipt for it, all signed by Captain Barr
And when Ireland gets her freedom, boy, you'll get your motor car!

Well they put that car in motion and they filled it to the brim
With guns and bayonets shining, which made ould Johmon grim.
Then Barney hoisted the Sinn Fein flag and it fluttered like a star,
And we gave three cheers for the I.R.A. and Johnson's motor car.

 

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JIM McKAY

There was a man come frae the North his name was Jim McKay
He's left his hame in Achnabad his fortune for to try
Jimma a timma a too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra Jimma a timma a too-ra-lay

He's labored wi' the forestry he's labored wi' the land
But after all his toil was done there was nothing in his hand—Jimma a timma…etc…etc…

So he's gone oot to Westerross the shores of Loch Kishorn
Where the Sunday best was put to rest and the Ninian rig was born—Jimma a timma…etc…

Where the hammers ring and the rivets sing sleeps a mans best friends
The shuttering doors and the concrete pours and blasts for days on end—Jimma a timma…etc…

At the building of the mighty rig he's grafted two long years
Wi' the International Brigade he sweated blood and tears—Jimma a timma…etc…

And when the platform floated out all the work was done
He's gone to weld the pipeline in the land o' the Midnight Sun—Jimma a timma…etc…

While back at home in Achnabad Fiona sits alone
She's waiting for depression days to send her Jimmy home—Jimma a timma…etc…

Ah Fiona dear, Fiona dear, will you wait for me
For I've trained to be a diver in the wild and the wintery sea—Jimma a timma…etc…

Ach! Jimmy, dearest Jimmy, tae the North Sea Dinna gang
For I've had the strangest dream last night something would go wrang—Jimma a timma…etc…

For the North Sea is a temptress a widow maker she
She's courted many's a bonnie lad wi' tears of treachery—Jimma a timma…etc…

Ah Fiona dear, Fiona dear, don't you grieve for me
I'm following the money lass and the divin' game's for me—Jimma a timma…etc…

The divin' bell it rose and fell it had a two man crew
There was Jim McKay from Achnabad, Pierre from Fontainebleau—Jimma a timma…etc…

What happened underneath rig nane can tell for sure
But they heard the bell man shout, "It's Turned" then they heard no more—Jimma a timma…etc…

It was on a Monday afternoon young Jim McKay was killed
He was murdered by the very rig he had helped to build—Jimma a timma…etc…
 

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JOCK STEWART

O my name is Jock Stewart I'm a canny young man
And a rovin' young fellow I've been
So be easy and free when you're drinkin' with me
I'm a man you don't meet everyday

I'm a rovin' young blade and a piper by trade
And many's the tune I can play
So be easy and free when you're drinkin' with me
I'm a man you don't meet everyday

I've got acres of land aye and men of command
And many's the shilling in store
So be easy and free when you're drinkin' with me
I'm a man you don't meet everyday

I got out my dog and my gun for to shoot
All down in the county Kildare
So be easy and free when you're drinkin' with me
I'm a man you don't meet everyday

So come fill up your with brandy and wine
And whatever the cost I will pay
So be easy and free when you're drinkin' with me
I'm a man you don't meet everyday

O my name is Jock Stewart I'm a canny young man
And a rovin' young fellow I've been
So be easy and free when you're drinkin' with me
I'm a man you don't meet everyday
I'm a man you don't meet everyday

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JOHN MCLEAN'S MARCH

Hey Mac, did you see him as he cam' doon by Gorgie
Awa' o'er the Lammerlaw and north o' the Tay
Yon man is comin' and the hale toon is turnin' oot
We're a' sure he'll win back tae Glesga the day

The jiners and hauders-on are marchin' frae Clydebank
Come on noo and hear him he'll be ower thrang tae bide
Turn oot Jock and Jimmy leave the crane and the muckle gantry
Great John MacLean has come hame tae the Clyde

Argyle Street and London Road's the route that we're marchin'
The lads frae the Broomielaw are here tae a man
Hey Neil whaur's your hauderums, ye big Hielan' teuchter
Get your pipes mate an' march at the heid o' the clan

Hello Pat Malone, I knew you'd be here, son
The red and the green, lad, will march side by side
The Gorbals is his the day and Glesga belangs tae him
Great John MacLean has come hame tae the Clyde

Ah weel when it's ower I'll awa' back tae Springburn
Come hame for your tea, John, we'll soon hae ye fed
It's hard work the speakin' and I'm sure you'll be tired the nicht
I'll sleep on the flair Mac an' gie John the bed

The hale city's quiet noo, it kens that he's restin'
At hame wi' his Glesga freends, their fame an' their pride
The red will be worn, my lads, and Scotland will march again
Great John MacLean has come hame tae the Clyde

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JOHNNY CONNORS

My name is Johnny Connors I am a traveling man
My people have been traveling since time it first began
With my horse and covered wagon and my family by my side
Grazing the long acre, I traveled far and wide
I met Bridie Maughan my sweet wife on a fair day in Rathkeale
She was the finest traveling girl that ever wore a shawl

We worked the tin around Galway on up to Ballinasloe
For a traveler with a horse to sell it was the place to go
We sold the old linoleum, swapped carpets for old pine
But as the years passed on, the traveling life got harder all the time
Where have all the halting places gone all them friendly doors
Where we'd haul spring water from the well and sell paper flowers

Now it's guards and jailers and JCB's to roll big boulders in
Temporary dwellings are prohibited
Innocent little traveling children lost out on them streets
Sons and Daughters on the wine and lying round me feet
As they try to dull the hurt and pain the rejection that's imposed
Travelers are not wanted here but there's no place left to go

My name is Johnny Connors I am a traveling man
I've taken everything that's been thrown at me
Now it's time to make a stand

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JOHNNY COPE

Cope sent a challenge from Dunbar saying Charlie meet me an' ye daur
An' I'll learn ye the art o' war if ye'll meet me in the morning
Hey Johnny Cope are ye walking yet or are your drums a beating yet
If ye were walking I would wait tae gang tae the coals in the morning

When Charlie looked his letter upon he drew his sword the scabbard from
Come follow me my merry men and we'll meet Johnny Cope in the morning
Hey Johnny Cope are ye walking yet or are your drums a beating yet
If ye were walking I would wait tae gang tae the coals in the morning

Now Johnny be as good as your word come let us try baithe fire and sword
And dinna flee like a frichted bird that's chased frae its nest i' the morning
Hey Johnny Cope are ye walking yet or are your drums a beating yet
If ye were walking I would wait tae gang tae the coals in the morning

When Johnny Cope he heard o' this He thocht it wadna ba a miss
Tae hae a horse in readiness Tae flee awa in the morning
Hey Johnny Cope are ye walking yet or are your drums a beating yet
If ye were walking I would wait tae gang tae the coals in the morning

Fye now Johnny get up a' rin The Highland bagpipes mak' a din
Its better tae Sleep in a hale skin for it will be a bloody morning
Hey Johnny Cope are ye walking yet or are your drums a beating yet
If ye were walking I would wait tae gang tae the coals in the morning

When Johnny Cope tae Dunbar cam' the spiered at him Where's a your men
The de'il confound me gin I ken for I left them a' in the morning
Hey Johnny Cope are ye walking yet or are your drums a beating yet
If ye were walking I would wait tae gang tae the coals in the morning

Now Johnny troth ye werna blate Tae come wi' news o' your ain defeat
And leave you men in sic a strait Sac early in the morning
Hey Johnny Cope are ye walking yet or are your drums a beating yet
If ye were walking I would wait tae gang tae the coals in the morning

In faith qou Johnny I got sic flags Wi' their claymores an' philabegs
Gin I face them again de'il brak my legs so I wish you a' good morning
Hey Johnny Cope are ye walking yet or are your drums a beating yet
If ye were walking I would wait tae gang tae the coals in the morning

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JOHNNY McELDOO

There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple two or three went on a spree one day
We had a bob or two which we knew how to blew
And the beer and whiskey flew and we all felt gay
We visited McCann's, McLennnan's, Humpty Dan's,
We then went into Swan's our stomachs for to pack
We ordered out to feed which indeed we did need
And we finished it with speed and we still felt slack

Johnny McEldoo turned blue as a jew
And a plate of Irish stew he soon put out of sight
He shouted out "Encore" with a roar for some more
That he never felt before such a keen appetite
He ordered eggs and ham what a cram
But him we couldn't ram though we tried our level best
For everything we brought cold or hot
It went down him like a shot but he still stood the test

He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard we got scared
We thought it would go hard when the waiter brought charge
He told him to give o'er but he swore he could lower
Twice as much again and more before he had his fill
He nearly supped a trough full of broth says McGarth
"He'll devour the tablecloth if we don't haul him in."
When the waiter brought the McEldoo felt so large
He began to scowl and barge and his blood went on fire

He began to curse and swear tear his hair in despair
And to finish the affair called the shop-man a liar
Shop-man he drew out and no doubt he did clout
McEldoo he kicked about like an old football
He tattered all his clothes broke his nose
He'd have killed with a few blows in no time at all

McEldoo began to howl and to growl by me soul
He threw an empty bowl at the shopkeepers head
It struck poor Mickey Flynn peeled the skin off his chin
And the ructions did begin and we all fought and bled
The peelers did arrive, man alive four or five
At us they made a drive for us all to march away
We paid for all the mate that we ate stood a trate
And went home to reminate on the spree that day

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JOHNNY O'BREADISLEE

Johnny arose on a May morning Called for water tae wash his hand
Gae lowse tae me my twa grey dogs That lie bound in iron bands

When Johnny's mother she heard o' this Her hands for a duel she wrang
Crying, Johnny for your venison Tae the green wood dare no' gang

But he has ta'en his good ben bow His arrows one by one
And he's awa' tae the green wood ga'en Tae ding the dun deer doon

Johnny shot and the dun deer leapt And he wounded her in the side
And between the water and the wood The grey dogs laid her pride

By there come a silly auld man And an ill death may he dee
For he's awa' tae Esslemont The king's seven foresters tae see

Then up and spoke the first forester He was heid man ower them a'
Gin this be Jock O'Breadislee Untae him we will draw

The first shot that the forester fired It wounded him in the knee
And the next shot that the forester fired His heart's blood blint his e'e

He's leant his back against an oak His foot against a stane
And he's fired on the seven foresters And he's killed them a' but ane

He's broken four o' this man's ribs His airm and his collar bane
And then he sat him on a horse Tae carry the tidings hame

Noo Johnny's good bent bow lies broke His twa grey dogs lie slain
And his body lies in Monymusk And his huntin' days are dane

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JACKIE STEPHENSON

Me name is Jackie Stephenson this name I do advance
I own a little Galloway and I call her little Chance
Now Chance she has three greasy legs likewise a kittlely back
And gangin' along the gangin' plank kick you can hear the tune man's knack

I was comin' round the turn titty fa la titty fa lay
And she wouldn't move on titty fa la titty fa lay
The tugs they made a click I got out of the way so quick
You buggers you broke the deputy's cest titty fa la titty fa lay
Oh la la la la over the wall's out

Well I knew a Gatesed lassie once her age was thirty four
She hadn't been with a man and so her heart was very sore
One night as she was goin' to bed she thought she heard a sound
And when she look beneath the bed a burglar there she found

She didn't faint nor scream titty fa la titty fa lay
She didn't shout nor roar titty fa la titty fa lay
When she saw it was a man begod she cried hooray
She got up and locked the door titty fa la titty fa lay

Oh me self and the wife and the mother in-law went down by the slivery sea
The mother in-law got into a boat a sailor she would be
She hadn't past about thirty yards when suddenly there's a sound
And when I looked beneath me shoulder there she was flapping about

Sez she I cannot swim titty fa la titty fa lay
Sez I now's your chance to learn titty fa la titty fa lay
The wife she said you hound would you sit and watch her drowned
Sez I no I'll close me eyes titty fa la titty fa lay
Oh la la la la over the wall's out

Well the other I took a walk down the slivery shore
I saw O'Grady's daughter standing by the door
She dragged me in for a cup of tea cause she was all alone
And when the tea was finished she said will I come again

I rub me hand along her thigh titty fa la titty fa lay
Cause I'm the boy to try titty fa la titty fa lay
She's very found of me she loves to sit me on her knee
And I'm a bugger for tea titty fa la titty fa lay
Oh la la la la over the wall's out

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JACK'S HEROES

They were green and they beautiful their hearts were filled with love
They were pure as any lily as gentle as a dove
Their singing cheering harmony till their throats were crack and sore
But there is no doubt you'll hear them shout when Jackie's Heroes score

Chorus:
Toor-a-loo Toor-a-loo Toor-a-loo Toor-a-loo
And we'll follow Jack's Heroes what ever we do

They come from Dublin and from Cork from dear old Donegal from
London, Boston and New York from anywhere at all
From Paramatta to Fermoy, Strabane to Skibbereen
And will the shout go up when the world cup is raised on Stephen's Green

Chorus
Chorus

And when we're there in Italy on Itaili's sunny shore
We'll be the boys you want to see the boy's you'll all adore
We'll play like perfect gentlemen to win to lose to draw
For we're here to take the world cup to Paddy's Shamrock Shore

Chorus
Chorus

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JAMIE FOYERS

Far distant, far distant lies Foyers the brave,
No tombstone memorial shall hallow his grave,
His bones they are scattered on the rude soil of Spain
For young Jamie Foyers in battle was slain

He's gane frae the shipyard that stands on the Clyde
His hammer is silent, his tools laid aside
To the wide Ebro river young Foyers has gane
To fecht by th side o' the people o' Spain

There wasna his equal at work or at play
He was strang in the union till his dying day
He was grand at the footba', at the dance he was braw
O! young Jamie Foyers was the floo'er o' them a'

He cam' frae the shipyard, took off his working claes
Oh, I mind that time weel in the lang simmer days
He said, "Fare ye weel, lassie, I'll come back again"
But young Jamie Foyers in battle was slain

In the fight for Belchite he was aye to the fore
He focht at Grandesa till he couldna fight more
He lay owre his machine-gun wi' a bullet in his brian
And young Jamie Foyers in battle was slain

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JAR OF PORTER

If you want your child to grow
Your child to grow, your child to grow
If you want your child to grow
Give him a jar of porter

Chorus:
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la; give him a jar of porter

When I was young and cradle cake
No drop of milk now would I take
My father up and had his spake
Give child a jar of porter

Chorus:
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la; give the child a jar of porter

And when I'm dead and in my grave
I hope for me a prayer you'll say
And as you're passin' by
That you'll throw in a jar of porter

Chorus:
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la; throw in a jar of porter

And when I reach the holy gates
I hope you'll not have long to wait
I'll call St. Peter aside and say
Brought you up a jar of porter

Chorus:
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la, brought you up a jar of porter

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THE JEELY PIECES SONG

I'm a skyscraper wain, I live on the nineteenth floor
But I'm no goin' out to play anymore
Since we moved to Castle Milk, I'm wastin' away
Cause, I'm gettin' one less meal everyday

Chorus:
Oh, you can't fling pieces from a twenty story flat
Seven hundred, hungry, wains will testify to that
If it's butter, cheese or jeely, if the bread be plain or pan
The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-nine to one

On the first day my ma flung me a piece of Hovis brown
It went flying out the window and went up instead of down
Now every twenty-seven hours it comes back into sight
For me piece went into orbit, and became a satellite

Chorus

On the second day my ma thought she'd try another throw
But the Salvation Army Band was playing down below
Onward Christian Soldiers was the piece they should have played
But the Omp-pah man was playing a piece in marmalade

Chorus

On the third day my mother thought that she'd try once again
But it went and hit the pilot of a fast low flying plane
As he scrapped off the window, shoutin' through the intercom
"Those Glasgow Reds have got me, with a bread and jelly bomb"

Chorus

So we're goin' up to Ox-Farm, to try and get some aid
And all kids in Castle Milk have join a piece brigade
We're marching now to City Hall, demanding civil rights
Like no more housing, over piece flinging heights

Chorus

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Jackets green, The

When I was a maiden fair and young,
On the pleasant banks of Lee,
No bird that in the greenwood sung,
Was half so blithe and free.
My heart ne'er beat with flying feet,
No love sang me his queen,
Till down the glen rode Sarsfield's men,
And they wore the jackets green.

Young Donal sat on his gallant grey
Like a king on a royal seat,
And my heart leaped out on his regal way
To worship at his feet.
O Love, had you come in those colours dressed,
And wooed with a soldier's mein
I'd have laid my head on your throbbing breast
For the sake of your jacket green.

No hoarded wealth did my love own,
Save the good sword that he bore;
But I loved him for himself alone
And the colour bright he wore.
For had he come in England's red
To make me England's queen,
I'd rove the high green hills instead
For the sake of the Irish green.

When William stormed with shot and shell
At the walls of Garryowen,
In the breach of death my Donal fell,
And he sleeps near the Treaty Stone.
That breach the foeman never crossed
While he swung his broadsword keen;
But I do not weep my darling lost,
For he fell in his jacket green.

When Sarsfield sailed away I wept
As I heard the wild ochone.
I felt, then dead as the men who slept
'Neath the fields of Garryowen.
White Ireland held my Donal blessed,
No wild sea rolled between,
Till I would fold him to my breast
All robed in his Irish green.

My soul has sobbed like waves of woe,
That sad o'er tombstones break,
For I buried my heart in his grave below,
For his and for Ireland's sake.
And I cry. "Make way for the soldier's bride
In your halls of death, sad queen
For I long to rest by my true love's side
And wrapped in the folds of green."

I saw the Shannon's purple tide
Roll by the Irish town,
As I stood in the breach by Donal's side
When England's flag went down.
And now it lowers when I seek the skies,
Like a blood red curse between.
I weep, but 'tis not women's sighs
Will raise our Irish green.

Oh, Ireland, said is thy lonely soul,
And loud beats the winter sea,
But sadder and higher the wild waves roll
O'er the hearts that break for thee.
Yet grief shall come to our heartless foes,
And their thrones in the dust be seen,
So, Irish Maids, love none but those
Who wear the jackets green.

 

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Jack Stuart, A man Wear A Kilt Everyday

Oh my name is Jock Stuart, I´m a trooser-less man
And my roving young fellows move freely

So be easy and free in nae boxers or briefs
I´m a man who wears a kilt every day.

I’m a Highlander made and a piper to trade
And the tartan is me flag that I wear.

I go out with my gun and my dog for to hunt
Try to make me wear troosers, and you’ll pay.

I´ve got acres of land, I´ve got ships to command
So burn your pants on No Troosers Day

So come fill up my glass with whiskey or rum
Then send o’er your lass and you’ll see.

It’s better easy and free in nae boxers or briefs
I´m a man who wears a kilt every day.

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Johnson`s motor car.

   It was down by Brannigan's corner one morning I did stray.
   I met a fellow rebel and to me he did say
   He had orders from our Captain to assemble at Dunbar
   But how the hell will we get there without a motor car.

   Oh Barney dear be of good cheer I'll tell you what you'll do.
   The Specials they are plentiful but the I.R.A. are few,
   We'll send a wire to Johnson to meet us at Stranlar
   And we'll give the boys a jolly good drive in Johnson's Motor Car.

   When Doctor Johnson heard the news he soon put on his shoes
   He said this is an urgent case, there is not time to lose,
   He then put on his castor hat and on his breast a star,
   You could hear the din going through Glen Fin of Johnson's
   Motor Car.

   But when he got to the Railway Bridge, the rebels he saw there,
   Ould Johnson knew the game was up for at him they did stare;
   He said I have a permit to travel near and far,
   To hell with your English permit, we want you motor car.

   What will my loyal brethren think when they hear the news
   My car it has been commandeered by the rebels at Dunluce,
   We'll give you a receipt for it, all signed by Captain Barr
   When Ireland gets her freedom, you'll get your motor car

   Well they put that car in motion and they filled it to the brim
   With guns and bayonets shining, which made ould Johmon grim.
   Then Barney hoisted the Sinn Fein flag and it fluttered like a star,
   And we gave three cheers for the I.R.A. and Johnson's motor car.

 

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Johnny Jump Up

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

I went in and I called for a bottle of stout
Says the barman, “I’m sorry, all the beer is sold out.
Try whiskey or paddy, ten years in the wood.”
Says I, “I’ll try cider, I’ve heard that it’s good good.”

Oh never, Oh never, Oh never again
If I live to a hundred or a hundred and ten
I fell to the ground and I could not get up
After drinking a quart of the Johnny Jump Up
Ahhh…

After lowering the third I made straight for the yard
Where I bumped into Brody, the big civic guard
Come here to me boy, don’t you know I’m the law?
Well, I up with me fist and I shattered his jaw

He fell to the ground with his knees doubled up
But it wasn’t I hit him, ’twas the Johnny Jump Up
The next thing I met down in Yore by the sea
Was a cripple on crutches and says he to me

I’m afraid for me life I’ll be hit by a car
Won’t you help me on down to the Railway Men’s Bar?
After downing a pint of the cider so sweet
Well, he threw down his crutches and danced on his feet

Well, I went up the lee road, a friend for to see
They call it the madhouse in Cork by the Lea
And when I got there, sure the truth I will tell,
Well, they had the poor bugger locked up in a cell

Said the guard, testing him, say these words if you can
Around the rugged rock the ragged rascal ran
Tell him I’m not crazy, tell him I’m not mad
It was only a sip of the bottle I had

Well, a man died in the mines by the name of McNabb
They washed him and laid him outside on the slab
And after the coroners measurements did take
Well, his wife took him home to a bloody fine wake

About 12 o’clock and the beer it was high
And the corpse he sat up and he says with a sigh
I can’t get to heaven, they won’t let me up
Til I bring them a quart of the Johnny Jump Up

 

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Join The British Army

When I was young I had a twist of punching babies with me fist
And I thought I would enlist and join the british army.

Too ra loo ra loo ra loo, they're looking for monkeys up in the zoo 
If I had a face like you, I would join the British army.

When I was young I used to be as fine a man as ever you'd see; 
The Prince of Wales, he said to me, "Come and join the British army." 

Sarah Camdon baked a cake; it was all for poor old Slattery's sake. 
I threw meself into the lake, pretending I was balmy.

Corporal Duff's got such a drought, just give him a couple of jars of stout; 
He'll kill the enemy with his mouth and save the British Army. 
Too ra loo ra loo ra loo, Me curse is on the Labour crew; 
They took your darling boy from you to join the British army.

Captain Heeley went away and his wife got in the family way, 
And all the words that she would say was "Blame the British Army." 
Too ra loo ra loo ra loo, I've made me mind up what to do 
I'll work my ticket home to you and leave the British army.

 

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Johan

Vam povedu bom štorijo staro,
Še z dni, k’ sem hodu precej na obalo.
Blo j’brez oblačka, res noro lepo,
si reku sm en pir mi škodu ne bo.
In šel sm v bar, temnega naroču,
Mi reku je kelnar, da vsega j’že stoču.
“Po’zkus dom’č šnopc al posladek z medu”.
Ne slišal sm da, dober Cider je tu.

Nikoli, nikoli, nikoli res več,
če ž’vim še sto let in še zmer’ nam čist preč.
Da s cel’ga se zvrnem,  ne morm vst’t,
ko Ciderja spijem še manj kot četrt.

Ko spil sem tretjino, sem šel na teraso
zaletu se v Franca, v kifelsko maso.
Ti f’nt pridi sm, zabobnelo je iz ust,
mi roka šla j’v pest, mu razbila j’čeljust.
Kot vreča krompirja je padu po tleh.
Jaz nisem ga udaru, šlo j’Cidru na smeh.
Kar spomnem se pol, veste mogl b'me nost,
sem srečal bradača, k’ tud ga j'mel dost.
Zmomljal mi je: “F'nt jst res hodm težko.
Mi pomagaš čez cesto, da me zgazu nau kdo.
Čez cesto tja v bar grem sam neki še spit.”
Kaj kmal šu j’na sredo se nje veselit.

Nikoli….

Sm šu do prjatla, ki blizu j’doma.
Med ljudmi bolj poznano kot norišnica
Po pravic vam povem, k pršu sm tja,
ubožca držal so zaklenjenega.
Vratar mu’j moril “Hej, ponov mi ti to:
Nažagi dilo, dili žagi, nažagi dile, dile, dil mi sto”
zabrus mu rajš to:  “Veš, nor nism jaz
Le Ciderja mal spil za boljši sm glas.”

Nikoli….

V zavodu kmal zdrov ga kr hitr je zvil,
Za pot tja v raj so ga spucal na hit.
In ‘koj, ko je Štefan vse mere vzel,
Je vdovi njegovi že hlačke dol snel.
Okrog polnoči, penca bla zlo j’visok,
K truplo vstane in reče globok:
“Ne morm v nebesa ne p’stijo me gor,
da pridem brez Cidra, al sm j’st čist nor”

Nikoli…

 

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  James Connolly

   A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainhem
   With their heads all uncovered they knelt on the ground
   For inside that grim  prison lay a brave Irish soldier
   His life for his country about to lay down.

   He went to his death like a true son of Ireland,
   The fireing party he bravely did face.
   Then the order rang out: "Present arms, Fire!";
   James Connolly fell into a ready made grave.

   The black flag they hoisted, the cruel deed was over,
   Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well,
   There was many a sad heart in Ireland that morning,
   When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish rebel.

   God`s curse on you, England, you cruel hearted monster,
   Your deeds would shame all the devils in Hell,
   There were no flowers blooming but the Shamrock is growing
   On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish rebel.

   Many years have rolled by since the Irish rebellion,
   When the guns of Brittania they loudly did speak,
   The bold I.R.A. battled shoulder to shoulder,
   as the blood of their bodies flowed down Sackville Street.

   The Four Courts of Dublin, the English bombarded,
   The spirit of freedom, they tried hard to quell
   But above all the din rose the cry "No Surrender!"
   `Twas the voice of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel.

 

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JUG OF PUNCH

It being on the twenty-third of June-o
As I sat weaving all on my loom
I heard a thrush singing on yon bush
And the song she sang was a jug of punch

Ladderly fol the dee
Ladderly fol the dee deedle eedel dum
Dithery idle dum dithery idle deedle dum
Dithery idle dum dithery idle deedle dum
Dithery idle deedle eedle eedle dum dum dee

What more pleasure could a boy desire
Than to sit him down-o, beside the fire
And in his hand-o a jug of punch
Aye, and on his knee-o, a tidy wench

What more hardships could a boy desire
Than sit him down-o behind the door
And in his hand-o no jug of punch
Aye, and on his knee-o, no tidy wench

When I am dead, all my drinking's o'er
I'll drink one glass and I'll drink no more
For fear I mightn't get it on that day
I will drink it now and I'll drink away

When I am dead and left in my mould
At my head and feet place a flowing bowl
And every young man that passes by
He can have a drink and remember I

 

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JOE MCDONNELL

O' my name is Joe McDonnell From Belfast town I came
That city I will never see again
For in that town of Belfast I spent many happy days
I love that town in oh so many ways.
For it's there I spent my childhood and found for me a wife
And set out to make for her a life.
But all my young ambitions met with bitterness and hate
I soon found myself inside a prison gate.

Cho: And so you call me a terrorist
While you look down your gun
When I think of all the deeds that you have done,
You have plundered many nations
Divided many lands
You have terrorized their people
You ruled with an iron hand.
And you brought this reign of terror to my land.

Though those many months internment in the and the Maze
I thought about my land thoughout those days
Why my country was divided
Why I was now in jail
Imprisoned without cause or without trial.
And although I love my country
I am not a bitter man
I have seen cruelty and injustice first hand.
Then one fateful morning I shook bold freedom's hand
For right or wrong I tried to free my land.

May God shine on you Bobby Sands for the courage you have shown
May your glory and your fame be widely known.
And Francis Hughs and Ray McCreesh you died unselfishly
And Patsy O'Hara and next in line is me
And all who lie behind me may your courage be the same
And I pray to Gof my life is not in vain.
Oh but sad and bitter was the year of 1981
For everything I lost and nothing won.

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Johnny has gone for a soldier
( "Shule Agra")

With fife and drum he marched away
He would not heed what I did say
He'll not come back for many a day
Johnny has gone for a soldier

Chorus:
  Shule shule shule shule agra
  Sure a sure and he loves me
  When he comes back he'll marry me
  Johnny has gone for a soldier

I'll go up on Portland hill
And there I'll sit and cry my fill
And every tear should turn a mill
Johnny has gone for a soldier

I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my flax and spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel
Johnny has gone for a soldier

I'll dye my petticoats crimson red
Through the world I'll beg my bread
I'll find my love alive or dead
Johnny has gone for a soldier

                                     
 

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JOHNNY BE FAIR

Oh, Johnny be fair and Johnny be fine he wants me for to wed
And I would marry Johnny, but me father up and said
"I'm sorry to tell you daughter, what your mother never knew
But Johnny is a son of mine and so he's kin to you"

Oh, Willie be fair and Willie be fine he wants me for to wed
And I would marry Willie, but me father up and said
"I'm sorry to tell you daughter, what your mother never knew
But Willie too is a son of mine and so he's kin to you"

Oh, Thomas be fair and Thomas be fine he wants me for to wed
And I would marry Thomas, but me father up and said
"I'm sorry to tell you daughter, what your mother never knew
But Thomas is a son of mine and so he's kin to you"

Oh, you never saw a maid so sad and sorry as I was
The lads in town were all me kin and me father was the cause
If life should thus continue, I will die a single miss
I think I'll go to mother and complain to her of this

"Oh, daughter, haven't I told you to forgive and to forget?
Your father sowed his wild oats, but still you need not fret
Your father may be father to all the lads in town, but still
He's not the one who sired you, so marry whom you will"

 

 

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JOHNNY I HARDLY KNEW YE
 

While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy
A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry
Johnny I hardly knew ye

With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer
Johnny I hardly knew ye

Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild
When my heart you so beguiled
Why did ye run from me and the child
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye

Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run
When you went for to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye

I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home
All from the island of Sulloon
So low in flesh, so high in bone
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye

Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg
Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
Ye'll have to put with a bowl out to beg
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye

They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They're rolling out the guns again
But they never will take our sons again
No they never will take our sons again
Johnny I'm swearing to ye

 

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JOLLY BEGGARMAN, THE
 

I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been
For three score years in this little isle of green
I'm known along the Liffey from the Basin to the Zoo
And everybody calls me by the name of Johnny Dhu

Of all the trades a going, sure the begging is the best
For when a man is tired he can sit him down and rest
He can beg for his dinner, he has nothing else to do
But to slip around the corner with his old rigadoo

I slept in a barn one night in Currabawn
A shocking wet night it was, but I slept until the dawn
There was holes in the roof and the raindrops coming thru
And the rats and the cats were a playing peek a boo

Who did I waken but the woman of the house
With her white spotted apron and her calico blouse
She began to frighten and I said boo
Sure, don't be afraid at all, it's only Johnny Dhu

I met a little girl while a walkin out one day
Good morrow little flaxen haired girl, I did say
Good morrow little beggarman and how do you do
With your rags and your tags and your auld rigadoo

I'll buy a pair of leggins and a collar and a tie
And a nice young lady I'll go courting by and by
I'll buy a pair of goggles and I'll color them with blue
And an old fashioned lady I will make her too

So all along the high road with my bag upon my back
Over the fields with my bulging heavy sack
With holes in my shoes and my toes a peeping thru
Singing, skin a ma rink a doodle with my auld rigadoo

Oh I must be going to bed for it's getting late at night
The fire is all raked and now tis out of light
For now you've heard the story of my auld rigadoo
So good and God be with you, from auld Johnny Dhu

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JUST GIVE ME YOUR HAND

Just give me your hand
And I'll walk with you
Through the streets of our land
Through the mountains so grand
if you give me your hand

Just give me your hand
and come along with me
will you give me your hand
and the world it can see
that we can be free
in peace and harmony
from the north to the south
from the east to the west
every mountain
every valley
every bush and bird's nest

by day and night
through our struggle and strife
and beside you to guide you
forever my love
for love's not for one, but
for both of us to share
for our country so fair
for a world that waits there
just give me your hand

just give me your hand
for the world it is ours
for the sea and the land
to destroy or command
if you give me your hand

just give me your hand
in a gesture of peace
Will you give me your hand
and all troubles will cease
for the strong and the weak
for the rich and the poor
all peoples and creeds

let's meet their needs
with a passion
we could fashion
a new world of love

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