Song Lyrics

I’M GONNA BE (500 MILES)

When I wake up yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you
When I go out yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you

If I get drunk yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you

Chorus:
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door

When I'm working yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you
And when the money comes in for the work I'll do
I'll pass almost every penny on to you

When I come home yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you
And if I grow old well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you

Chorus

When I'm lonely yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man whose lonely without you
When I'm dreaming yes I know I'm gonna dream
Dream about the time when I'm with you.

Chorus

7 DRUNKEN NIGHTS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a lad sneekin’ out the back at a quarter after three
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who was that lad sneekin’ out the back, a quarter after three

Ah, you're drunk, 
you're drunk you silly old fool, 
still you can not see
That's a English tax collector that the Queen had sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But an English man who could last til three, 
I’VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE!

ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE

Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you

Chorus:
And always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the light side of life

If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle, that's the thing

Chorus:
And always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the light side of life

For life is quite absurd and death's the final word
you must always face the curtain with a bow
Forget about your sin give the audience a grin
Enjoy it it's your last chance anyhow.

Chorus:
So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath

Life's a piece if shit when you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke it's true
You'll see it's all a show
keep'em laughing as you go
just remember that the last laugh is on you

Chorus:
And always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the light side of life

BEER, BEER, BEER

A long time ago, way back in history
When all there was to drink was nothing but cups of tea
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops

Chorus:
Oh he must have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king
And to his praises we shall always sing
Look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
Lord bless Charlie Mops,
The man who invented beer, beer, beer, tiddley, beer, beer, beer

The Jury's Bar, the Clancy's Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well
One thing you can be sure of, it's Charlie's beer they sell
So come on all me lucky lads at eleven O'clock ye stop
For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops
One, two, three, four, five, HEY!

Chorus

A bushel of malt, A barrel of hops, you stir it around with a stick,
The kind of lubrication to make your engine tick.
Forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks.
It's only eight pence ha'penny and one and six in tax
One, two, three, four, five, HEY!

Chorus

The lord bless Charlie Mops!

BLACK VELVET BAND

In a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound
Many an hours sweet happiness, have I spent in that neat little town
A sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from me friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band

Chorus:
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

I took a stroll down Broadway, meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid comes a trapsing along the highway
She was both fair and handsome, her neck it was just like a swan
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band

Chorus

I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman passing us by
Well I knew she meant the doing of him, by the look in her roguish black eye
A goldwatch she took from his pocket and placed it right in to my hand
And the very first thing that I said was bad `cess to the black velvet band

Chorus

Before the judge and the jury, next morning I had to appear
The judge he says to me: "Young man, your case it is proven clear
We'll give you seven years penal servitude, to be spent faraway from the land
Far away from your friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band"

Chorus

So come all you jolly young fellows a warning take by me
When you are out on the town me lads, beware of them pretty colleens
For they feed you with strong drink, "me lads", 'til you are unable to stand
And the very first thing that you'll know is you've landed in Van Diemens Land

THE COBBLER

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

Chorus:
With me ing-twing of an ing-thing of an i-doe
With me ing-twing of an ing-thing of an i-day
With me roo-boo-boo roo-boo-boo randy
And me lab stone keeps beating away

Now, my father was hung for sheep stealing
My mother was burned for a witch
My sister's a dandy house-keeper
And I'm a mechanical switch

Chorus

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

Chorus

Oh, my wife she is humpy, she's lumpy
Me wife she's the devil, she's cracked
And no matter what I may do with her
Her tongue, it goes clickety-clack

Chorus

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

Chorus

CORN SHUCKIN' TIME

Lyrics: Andrew Mithun
Music: Andrew Mithun and Ryan Knaub

Well I went out a huntin'
Fresh vittles I was wantin'
But the land was very scarce so a possum I went a-caughtin'
I brought it home to baby said don't this meal look fine
She said we ain't gonna cook that possum til it's ol' corn shuckin' time

Chorus:
Well it's corn shuckin' time yes it's corn shuckin' time
Ain't gonna bake that possum til it's ol' corn shuckin' time
The roosters are a crowin' and the children are a-cryin'
But we ain't gonna bake that possum til it's ol' corn shuckin' time

CROOKED JACK

Come Irishmen both young and stern
With adventure in your soul
There are better ways to spend your days
Than working down a hole

Chorus:
I was tall and true, all of 6 foot 2
But they broke me across the back
By the name I'm known, but it's not my own
They call me Crooked Jack

The ganger's blue-eyed boy
Big Jack could do no wrong
But the reason simply was because
I could work hard hours and long

Chorus

I've seen men old before their time
Their faces drawn and gray
But I never thought so soon would mine
Be lined the self-same way

Chorus

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

Chorus

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

ENNISKILLEN DRAGOONS

A beautiful damsel of fame and renown
A gentleman's daughter from Monaghan town
As she drove by the barracks this beautiful maid
Stood up in her coach to see Dragoons on parade

Chorus:
Fare thee well Enniskillen, fare thee well for a while
And all around the borders of Erin's green isle
And when the war is over we'll return in full bloom
And we'll all welcome home the Enniskillen Dragoons

They were all dressed out like gentlemen's sons
Their fine shining sabres and their carbine guns
Their silver mounted pistols, she observed them full soon
Because she loved an Enniskillen DragooN

Chorus

Flora dear Flora your pardon I crave
It's now and forever that I'll be your slave
Your parents have insulted both morn, night and noon
Because you would wed an Enniskillen Dragoon

Chorus

Willie dearest Willie don't heed what they say
For children their parents are bound to obey
But when the war is over they'll all change their tune
And you'll roll me in your arms by the light of the moon

Chorus

FAR AWAY BOYS

Well I worked on the railroad
For t'pence a day
Drank down one penny
The other I'd save
I hammered and I hammered
For God knows how long
Well into madness, with each setting sun
I put my head down and I dreamt you were here
With me by the ol' tree, where no one could care

Chorus:
Far Away Boys, Far Away Boys
Away from ya now
I'm lyin' with my sweetheart
In her arms I'll be found

Then the sun belched upon me
You were no longer here
Lyin' in your place was my hammer and my gear
So I stamped out the fire that kept us both warm
The ashes were fallin'
Like the snow drops of old
We came to a mountain
Dynamite and she'll blow
A big hole in that rock
Like the one in my soul

Chorus

We buried four workmen
They dug themselves well
From four empty coffins, to four early graves
They're only paddys, just paddys
Don't dig them too deep
You'll need all your strength boys
And they're replaced easily
With the heat I was melting
Into your sweet lips
Ah, your kiss takes me back
Takes me back from all this

Chorus

Someone said it was Christmas
But not a tree was in sight
The only thing growin' was my will to die
Till the gaffer said 'men, your work here is done'
I said 'I'll see you in Hell, on that train we died for'
Never again, will I smell your sweet dream
But a pissed stained ol' gutter where:
You lips used to be

Chorus

FINNEGAN'S WAKE

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street,
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet,
An' to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way
but for the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day,
he'd a drop of the craythur every morn

Chorus:
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
round the flure yer trotters shake
Bend an ear to the truth they tell ye,
we had lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

One morning Tim got rather full,
his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull,
they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet,
and laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet
and a barrel of porter at his head

Chorus

His friends assembled at the wake,
and Widow Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake,
then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
'Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim, auvreem! O, why did you die?',
'Will ye hould your gob?' said Paddy McGee

Chorus

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the cry,
'O Biddy' says she 'you're wrong, I'm sure'
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
and sent her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage,
t'was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
and a row and a ruction soon began

Chorus

Mickey Maloney ducked his head
when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed,
the liquor scattered over Tim
Now the spirits new life gave the corpse, my joy!
Tim jumped like a Trojan from the bed
Cryin will ye walup each girl and boy,
t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?'

Chorus

FROM DA CLUB 2 DA PUB

Music and Lyrics: Shaughnessy McDaniel

I was walking in the city when I heard a thumping noise
Outside the door a pretty gal and some douchebag boys
I tool her by the hand and I begged her walk with me
For a stroll down to the pub where my ladies all drink free

Chorus:
I’m not much into techno
Nor hip hop nor the rap
And I can't dance to house music
I just can't stand that crap
So get back to your senses and leave that awful club
And let's get pissed down at the pub

I’ve heard the lady gaga the Kesha Lange west
It's kind of like choosing which cancer is the best
Well I can read your poker face you're no gold digger it's true
So lets stand and dance a merry jig
Like me grand-da used to do

Chorus

I know that you're all thinking that I'm far less than cool
But I'd rather be an Irishman than a big pop culture fool
I sing and drink like they done for hundreds and hundreds of years
No appletinis no vodka cran
Just barrels and barrels of beers!

Chorus

At least when I play a song and when I try to croon
I can hit my notes with out your bloody autotune
They put it through a filter so your ears they can beguile
But there's no fooling an Irishman with true Celtic style

GIN AND JUICE

With so much drama in the L.B.C.
It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day

May I kick a little something for the G's?
And, make a few ends as I breeze through
Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'
'Cause my momma ain't home

I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on
And, they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin'
So what you wanna do? Shit, I got a pocket
Full of rubbers and my homeboys do too

So turn off the lights and close the doors
But, but what? We don't love them ho's, yeah
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

Chorus:
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Now that I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this type of shit happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine

Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street

And get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie
She used to be the homeboys lady
(Oh, that bitch?)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, 'cause you gets none of these

At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
Bitch, I'm just

Chorus

Later on that day, my homey
Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic
That made me choke, shit, this ain't no joke

I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton

To serve me, not with a cherry on top
'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin' up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you ho's, I'm out the do' and I'll be

Chorus

THE HOLY GROUND

Fare thee well, my lovely Dinah,
a thousand times adieu.
We are bound away from the Holy Ground
and the girls we love so true.
We'll sail the salt seas over
and we'll return once more,
And still I live in hope to see
the Holy Ground once more.

Chorus: You're the girl that I adore,
And still I live in hope to see
the Holy Ground once more

Now when we're out a-sailing
and you are far behind
Fine letters will I write to you
with the secrets of my mind,
The secrets of my mind, my girl,
you're the girl that I adore,
And still I live in hope to see
the Holy Ground once more.

Chorus

Oh now the storm is raging
and we are far from shore;
The poor old ship she's sinking fast
and the riggings they are tore.
The night is dark and dreary,
we can scarcely see the moon,
But still I live in hope to see
the Holy Ground once more.

Chorus

It's now the storm is over
and we are safe on shore
We'll drink a toast to the Holy Ground
and the girls that we adore.
We'll drink strong ale and porter
and we'll make the taproom roar,
And when our money is all spent
we'll go to sea once more.

Chorus

IF YOU EVER GO TO DUBLIN TOWN

If you ever go to Dublin town
In a hundred years or so
Inquire for me in Baggot street
And what I was like to know
O he was the queer one
Fol dol the di do
He was a queer one
And I tell you

My great-grandmother knew him well,
He asked her to come and call
On him in his flat and she giggled at the thought
Of a young girl's lovely fall.
O he was dangerous,
Fol dol the di do,
He was dangerous,
And I tell you

On Pembroke Road look out for me ghost,
Dishevelled with shoes untied,
Playing through the railings with little children
Whose children have long since died.
O he was a nice man,
Fol do the di do,
He was a nice man
And I tell you

Go into a pub and listen well
If my voice still echoes there,
Ask the men what their grandsires thought
And tell them to answer fair,
O he was eccentric,
Fol do the di do,
He was eccentric
And I tell you

He had the knack of making men feel
As small as they really were
Which meant as great as God had made them
But as males they disliked his air.
O he was a proud one,
Fol do the di do,
He was a proud one
And I tell you

If ever you go to Dublin town
In a hundred years or so
Sniff for my personality,
Is it Vanity's vapour now?
O he was a vain one,
Fol dol the di do,
He was a vain one
And I tell you

I saw his name with a hundred more
In a book in the library,
It said he had never fully achieved
His potentiality.
O he was slothful,
Fol do the di do,
He was slothful
And I tell you

He knew that posterity had no use
For anything but the soul,
The lines that speak the passionate heart,
The spirit that lives alone.
O he was a lone one,
Fol do the di do
O he was a lone one,
And I tell you

O he was a lone one,
Fol do the di do
Yet he lived happily
And I tell you.

I'M A ROVER

Though the night be dark as dungeon, not a star to be seen above
I will be guided without a stumble, into the arms of me only love.
I went up to her bedroom window, kneeling gently upon a stone
I rapped on her bedroom window "My darling dear, do you lie alone"?

Chorus:
I'm a rover, seldom sober
I'm a rover of high degree
Ans when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
How to gain my love's company.

She raised her head up from her feather pillow, raised her arms up around her breast,
Saying "Who's at me bedroom window, disturbing me at me long night's rest?
"It's only me, your own true lover, open the door and please let me in.
For I have come on a long night's journey. I am near drenched to the skin".

Chorus

She opened the door with the greatest pleasure, opened the door and she let me in
We both shook hands and embraced each other. 'Til the morning we lay as one.
"Well now me love, I must go and leave you, though the mountains be high above
Well, I will climb them with greater pleasure that I have been with me only love

Chorus

THE JEDI DRINKING SONG

Chorus:
I had one pint of beer, and one shot of scotch,
one bottle of wine, and bourbon on the rocks
I had one lassie on me right, another on the left,
I looked that puppet in the eye and said give me the test

A long time ago, in a pub far away,
I sat on a barstool, just drinking away,
I couldn't hold it down, I guess I had too much
I felt a tremor in the force and then I lost my lunch

Woke up in a desert land, feeling hot and sick,
I saw a bearded man, he looked like some kind of hick,
He slowly waved his hand, and my pain was gone
He said: "let's go see Yoda, and I'll teach you this song."

Chorus

We got on a starship, and I flew off into space
He said his name was Obi-Wan and there is no time to waste,
"I have to get you trained before it is too late,
So drink this bottle of whisky, and don't give in to hate."

My training went on, and I'd drank most of the bar
We had to stop up for supplies on the nearest Death Star
I learned to control my fear, and hold my alcohol
Soon I was able to stand when Obi-Wan would fall.

Chorus

(Star Wars Theme)

I sat down beside him and looked him in the eye
He looked right back at me, said: "do you judge me by my size?"
Obi-Wan said: "careful, for Yoda is the best"
I said: "ok shorty, bring on this test"

I could tell you how it ended, I could tell you some lies
Let's just say, on that night the force was on his side
I got all riled up, and they threw me in jail
I said I don't believe it, Yoda said that's why I failed

I had one pint of beer, and one shot of scotch,
one bottle of wine, and bourbon on the rocks
I had one lassie on me right, another on the left,
I looked that puppet in the eye and said give me the test
Yeah, I looked that muppet in the eye and said give me the test
Well, I looked that little runt right in the eye...

KISS ME, I'M SHITFACED

I play in a band, we're the best in the land
We're big in both Chelsea and France
I play one mean guitar and then score at the bar
There's a line of chicks waiting for their chance
So come on now honey, I'll make you feel pretty
These other gals mean nothing to me
Let's finish these drinks and be gone for the night
'Cause I'm more than a handful, you'll see

Chorus:
So kiss me, I'm shitfaced
I'm soaked, I'm soiled and brown
in the trousers, she kissed me
And I only bought her one round

I can bench press a car, I'm an ex football star
with degrees from both Harvard and Yale
Girls just can't keep up, I'm a real love machine
I've had far better sex while in jail
I've designed the Sears Tower, I make two grand an hour
I cook the world's best duck flambe
I'll take the pick of the litter, girls jockey for me
I don't need these lines to get laid

Chorus

I'm a man of the night, a real ladies delight
See my figure was chiseled from stone
One more for the gal then I'll escort her home
Come last call, I'm never alone
I've a house on the hill with a red water bed
That puts Hugh Heffnor's mansion to shame
With girls by the pool and Italian sports cars
I'm just here in this dump for the game

Chorus

Ahh, fuck it. Who am I shitting?

I'm a pitiful sight, and I ain't all that bright
I'm definitely not chiseled from stone
I'm a cheat and a liar, no woman's desire
I'll probably die cold and alone

But just give me a chance, 'cause deep down inside
I swear I got a big heart of gold
I'm a monogamous man, no more one night stands
Come on, honey, let me take you home

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THE LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL

Farewell to Prince's Landing Stage
River Mersey Fare Thee Well
I am bound for California
A Place I know Quite Well

Chorus:
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darlin' when I think of thee

I have signed on a Yankee Clipper Ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Burgess is the Captain of Her
And they say that she's a floating shame

Chorus

I have sailed with Burgess once before
And I think I know him well
If a man is a sailor he can get along
But if not, then he's surely in hell

Chorus

Oh the sun is on the harbor love
And I wish that I could remain
For I know it will be some long long time
Before I see you again

Chorus

Oh my darlin' when I think of thee

LEAVING ON A JET PLANE

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waiting, he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could cry.

Chorus:
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go.
(oh, baby, don't let me go!)
I'm leavin' on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go.

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring.

Chorus

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me kiss you
Then close your eyes, and I'll be on my way.
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times, I won't have to say,

Chorus

MACPHERSON'S RANT

Farewell ye dungeons dark and strong,
Farewell, farewell tae thee,
MacPhersons time will no be lang,
On yonder gallow's tree

It was by a woman's treachorous hands,
That I was condemned to dee,
She stood uben a windae ledge,
and a blanket threw o'er me

Chorus:
Sae rantingly, sae wantonly,
Ans sae dauntingly gaed he,
He played a tune and he danced around
Below the gallow's tree

Oh what is death, but parting breath
On mony a bloody plain
I've daur'd his face, and in his place
I scorn him yet again

Chorus

I have lived a life, o' straught and strife
I die by treachery
It burns my heart, that I must depart
An no avenged be

Chorus

So tak these bands fae aff my hands
Gae to me my sword
There's nae a man in a' Scotland
But I'll brave him at a word

Chorus

Now farewell light thou sunshine bright
And all beneath the sky
May coward shame distain his name
The wretch that dare not die

Chorus

MOLLY MALLONE

In Dublin's Fair City
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheel'd her wheel barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

Chorus:
Alive, alive o!, alive, alive o!
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

She was a fishmonger
But sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheel'd their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

Chorus

She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

Chorus

MOUNTAIN RAIN

Music and Lyrics: Shaughnessy McDaniel

Oh mountain rain, won't ya heal my soul?
Said from a steed, make me a colt.
Leave my sorrows so far behind
Oh mountain rain, would ya be so kind?

Chorus:
Oh mountain rain, from the great gray skies.
Much sweeter than my lover's eyes.
When her lightning strikes, there's nowhere to hide
Oh mountain rain, would you spare my pride

I played the game in the city streets
Rain cool me down from your hectic heat
Wash away all those painful blues
Except for her, those blues I choose

Chorus

Once more, mountain rain, once more
Oh like the ocean, but there ain't no shore
Oh my love falls like your rain
Not on the mountain, on the desert plain.

Chorus

Ain't seen my woman in four long year
When I think about her I shed a tear
But I know, soon I'll be gone
Leave just my 8-string, and a sad sad song

Chorus

MUIRSHEEN DURKIN

In the days I went a-courtin', I was never tired resortin'
To the alehouse and the playhouse and many's the house besides,
But I told me brother Seamus I'd go off and go right famous
And before I'd return again I'd roam the whole world wide.

Chorus:
So goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin, I'm sick and tired of working,
No more I'll dig the praties , no longer I'll be poor.
For as sure as me name is Carney
I'll be off to California, where instead of digging praties
I'll be digging lumps of gold.

I've courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk, and in Killarney
In Passage, and in Queenstown?that is, the Cobh of Cork.
But goodbye to all this pleasure, for I'm going to take me leisure
And the next time that you hear t'will be
A letter from New York.

Chorus

Goodbye to all the boys at home, I'm sailing far across the foam
To try to make me fortune in far America,
For there's silver there aplenty for the poor man and the gentry
And when I do come back again I never more will stray.

Chorus

NERD IN LOVE

Music and Lyrics: Shaughnessy McDaniel

Chorus:
Aim your photon torpedoes for the center of me heart
Tatooine's twin suns won't rise when we're apart
As I travel at warp through the stars above
For you, a nerd in love

No star destroyer no Klingon patak
Can prove that courage is what I lack
But you've disarmed me like that walrus guy
In Mos Eisley, and that's alright

Chorus

Can you love a short man with the hairy feet?
Or a dwarven lad who loves raw meat?
Cuz I want to be the lord of that ring
To you, and return as the king

Chorus

So kiss me tonight say I love you
I'll say I know meaning I feel it too
And when we finally enjoy the panthar
Then we know, that we'll go far

Chorus

And if the world becomes too real to think of
I thank you, signed a nerd in love

OLD DUN COW

Some friends and I in a public house
Was playing a game of chance one night
When into the pub a fireman ran
His face all a chalky white.
"What's up", says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost,
Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?"
"Me Aunt Mariah be buggered!", says he,
"The bleedin' pub's on fire!"

Chorus:
And there was Brown upside down
Lappin'' up the whiskey on the floor.
"Booze, booze!" The firemen cried
As they came knockin' on the door (clap clap)
Oh don't let 'em in till it's all drunk up
And somebody shouted MacIntyre!
MACINTYRE!
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

"Oh well," says Brown, "What a bit of luck.
Everybody follow me.
And it's down to the cellar
If the fire's not there
Then we'll have a grand old spree."
So we went on down after good old Brown
The booze we could not miss
And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more
Till we were quite pissed.

Chorus

Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub
And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap)
Started takin' off his pantaloons
Likewise his shoes and socks.
"Hold on, " says Brown, "that ain't allowed
Ya cannot do that thing here.
Don't go washin' trousers in the port wine tub
When we got Guinness beer."

Chorus

Then there came from the old back door
The Vicar of the local church.
And when he saw our drunken ways,
He began to scream and curse.
"Ah, you drunken sods! You heathen clods!
You've taken to a drunken spree!
You drank up all the Benedictine wine
And you didn't save a drop for me!"

Chorus

And then there came a mighty crash
Half the bloody roof caved in.
We were almost drowned in the firemen's hose
But still we were gonna stay.
So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks
And we nailed ourselves inside
And we sat drinking the finest Rum
Till we were bleary-eyed.

Chorus

Later that night, when the fire was out
We came up from the cellar below.
Our pub was burned. Our booze was drunk.
Our heads was hanging low.
"Oh look", says Brown with a look quite queer.
Seems something raised his ire.
"Now we gotta get down to PATRICK's Pub,
It closes on the hour!"

Chorus

PEGGY GORDON

Oh, Peggy Gordon you are my darling
Come sit you down upon my knee
Come tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee

I'm so in love I can't deny it
My heart lies smothered in my breast
It's not for you to let the world know it
A troubled mind can know no rest

I did put my head to a cask of brandy
It was my fancy I do declare
For when I'm drinking I am thinking
And wishing Peggy Gordon was here

I wish I was away in Ingo
Far across the briny sea
Sailing o'er the deepest ocean
Where love nor care never bother me

I wish I was in some lonesome valley
Where womankind can not be found
Where the pretty small birds do change their voices
And every moment a different sound

Oh, Peggy Gordon you are my darling
Come sit you down upon my knee
Come tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee

QUARE BUNGLE RYE

Ah, Jack was a sailor that roamed on the town
And he met with a damsel that skipped up and down
Said the damsel to Jack as she passed him by
Would you care for to purchase some Quare Bungle Rye

Chorus:
Raddy Ri. Fal De Diddle Ri Raddy Ri Raddy Ri

Said Jack to himself now then what can this be
But the finest old whiskey from far Germany
Smuggled up in a basket and sold on the sly
And the name that it goes by is Quare Bungle Rye

Chorus

He gave her a pound and he thought nothing strange
She said, hold now me basket while I run for your change
He took a look in the basket a child he did spy
Ah, be dammit, says Jack, this is Quare Bungle Rye

Chorus

To get the child christened was Jack's next intent
To get the child christened, to the parson he went
Said the parson to Jack: Now what will he go by?
Ah, be dammit, says Jack, call him Quare Bungle Rye

Chorus

Said the parson to Jack: That's a very queer name
Ah, dammit, says Jack, it's a queer way he came
Smuggled up in a basket and sold on the sly
And the name that he'll go by is Quare Bungle Rye

Chorus

Come all ye young sailors that roam down the town
Beware of them damsels that skips up and down
Beware of them ladies as you pass them by
For else they might pawn on you Quare Bungle Rye

Chorus

THE RARE OLD MOUNTAIN DEW

Where grasses grow and the waters flow
In a free and easy way
But give me enough of the fine old stuff
That's made near Galway bay
And policemen all from Donegal
Sligo and Leitrim too
We'll give them a slip when we take a sip
Of the Rare Old Mountain Dew!

Chorus:
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-dum-die-dum,diddly-dum-di-diddly-i-deh
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-dum-die-dum,diddly-dum-di-diddly-i-deh

At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
There's whiskey brew close by
For it fills the air with an odor rare
That betwixt both me and you
When home you stroll take a bucket or a bowl
Of the Rare Old Mountain Dew.

Chorus

Now learned men who use a pen
Have wrote your praises high
That sweet poitin from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye
Throw away your pills it can cure all ills
Be ye Pagan Christian or Jew
So take off your coat and grease your throat
With the Rare Old Mountain Dew

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RARE OLD TIMES

Raised on songs & stories, heroes of re-known
The passing tales & glories that once was Dublin town
The hallowed halls & houses, the haunting childrens' rhymes
That once was Dublin city in the rare ould times

Chorus:
Ring a ring a rosie, as the light declines
I remember Dublin city in the rare ould times

My name it is Sean Demspey, as Dublin as can be
Born hard & late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be
By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy
Like my house that fell to progress, my trade's a memory
& I courted Peggy Dignan, as pretty as you please
A rogue & a child of Mary, from the rebel liberties
I lost her to a student chap with a skin as black as coal
When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul

Chorus

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

RIPPLE

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they're better left unsung.
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.

Chorus:
Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.

Chorus

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then who’s to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.

La dee da da da, la da da da da, da da da, da da, da da da da da
La da da da, la da da, da da, la da da da, la da, da da.

THE SCOTTSMAN

Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair
One could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share
He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet
Then he stumbled off into the grass asleep beside the street

Ring-ding-did-a-little-la-di-oh, Ring-di-diddly-eye-oh,
He stumbled off into the grass asleep beside the street

About that time two young n' lovely girls just happened by
One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
"See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built,
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt."

Ring-ding-did-a-little-la-di-oh, Ring-di-diddly-eye-oh,
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt

They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth

Ring-ding-did-a-little-la-di-oh, Ring-di-diddly-eye-oh,
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth

They marveled for a moment then one said, "We must be gone.
Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along."
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star the Scot's kilt did lift and show.

Ring-ding-did-a-little-la-di-oh, Ring-di-diddly-eye-oh,
Around the bonnie star the Scot's kilt did lift and show.

Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards the trees
Behind a bush he lift his kilt and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes
"Ah, lad I don't know you've been but I see you won first prize."

Ring-ding-did-a-little-la-di-oh, Ring-di-diddly-eye-oh,
"Ah, lad I don't know you've been but I see you won first prize."

SPANISH LADY

As I came in through Dublin city,
At the hour of twelve at night,
Who should I see but the Spanish Lady,
Washing her feet by candle-light.
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of amber coal,
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the soul.

Chorus:
Whack fol the toora, loora laddi-o
Whack fol the toora loora lay
Whack fol the toora, loora laddi-o
Whack fol the toora loora lay

As I went back through Dublin city
At the hour of half-past eight
Who should I see but the Spanish Lady
Brushing her hair outside the gate.
First she brushed it, then she combed it,
On her hand was a silver comb.
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so fair since I did roam.

Chorus

As yet again I came in through Dublin city
As the sun began to set
Who should I see but the Spanish Lady
Catching a moth in a golden net.
When she saw me then she fled me
Lifting her petticoat over her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so shy as the Spanish Lady.

Chorus

I've wandered north and I've wandered south
By Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close
Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond
And back by Napper Tandy's house.
But old age hath laid her hand on me
Cold as a fire of ashy coals
But where o where is the Spanish Lady,
Neat and sweet about the soul?

Chorus

THANK GOD I'M A COUNTRY BOY

Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
I thank God I'm a country boy

Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife, I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out the fiddle and I rosin' up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy

I'd play, Sally Goodin' all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can an' I work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy, ooo

Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy

Yea, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen
Well son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
I thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's, till the day he died
And he took me by the hand, held me close to his side
Said, "Live a good life, play my fiddle with pride
An' thank God you're a country boy"

Well my daddy taught me young
How to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to work, to play a tune on the fiddle
He taught me how to love an' how to give just a little
An' thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Ooo, thank God I'm a country boy, yes

TO THOSE WE LOVED

Music and Lyrics: Shaughnessy McDaniel

I remember it well, I was a younger man
I did nae know whiskey or was nae a fan
Til I met a girl, of many fine trait
And as always true heartbreak was my only fate

Chorus:
So pour me a glass and fill it to the brim
Love isn't always but this time was grim
So grab your drink and raise it me way
To those we loved… and those we should'na hae

For nearly a year would I fight for her heart
To a young man such love is a light in the dark
But she left me one morning and sailed to the west
And truly surviving was my only test

Chorus

Maybe love is a thing that we remember with glee
With its highs and its lows like a ship on the sea
But with a pint in me hand and some girls in my eye
Maybe tonight I give love one more try.

(Instrumental Bridge)

Chorus

I'm sure your stories would put mine to shame
Perhaps your song would bring you to fame.
Cuz those we loved never really leave us.
And some did it truly and some did mistreat us.

So pour me a glass and fill it to the brim
Whether its good or bad sing along to our hymn
So grab your drink and raise it me way
To those we loved… and those we should'na hae
To those we loved, and those we should'na hae

TOP O' THE MORNIN' WOOD

Lyrics: Shaughnessy McDaniel
Music: Ryan Knaub/Shaughnessy McDaniel

Woke up from a crazy night of beer and revelry
A tent pole down by me waist was all that I could see
I thought of Gran and Thatcher but it did no bloody good
Because I had a horrible of case of Top O' The Mornin' wood

Chorus:
Top O' The Mornin' Wood Top O the Mornin' Wood
Can't have breakfast with me family with Top O' The Mornin' Wood

Hunched over like an old man I went quickly down the stairs
Trying to avoid my family's horrible awkward glares
I made it out the front door but I know 'twas understood
That I was suffering from Top O' The Mornin' wood

Chorus:
Top O' The Mornin' Wood Top O the Morning Wood
Walking down the street with me Top O' The Morning Wood

A splash of water did nothing', nor did a bit of ice
When up walked my sweet Marie looking all pretty and nice
She took my hand in hers and she then pulled back her hood
Mildly impressed by my Top O' The Morning Wood

Chorus:
Top O' The Mornin' Wood Top O' The Mornin' Wood
A Stubby Shillelagh that lives in me pants is me Top O' THe Mornin' wood

She took me back to her flat, in the old tenement square
And then she removed her robe and laid there naked bare
It may have took two hours but then it no longer stood
Sweet Marie from Kilarney fixed me Top O' The Morning Wood

Chorus:
Top O' The Mornin' Wood Top O' The Mornin' Wood
Sweet Marie from Kilarney fixed me Top O' THe morning' wood

Like a bow from Ol' Glasgow… she Waxed me top of the morning' wood

UNAPOLOGETTICALLY ME

Music and Lyrics: Shaughnessy McDaniel

When I met you I warned you of what I aim to be
Of a man who's there for you but must always be free
And I never would make a subjugating plea
Cuz I am, unapologetically me

Chorus:
I drink too much whiskey, I drink too much stout
Sometimes I don't know what I'm on about
I live on a mountain and I dream of the sea
Cause I am, unapologetically me

And you told me that night that I'd be your man
That me quirks and follies fit into your plan
But as the years went by you began to see
That I am, unapologetically me

Chorus

Bridge:
Slowly disgusted by the weight of the world
Your love for me became twisted and curled
And you became the thing you swore you'd never be
Unlike you, unapologetically me
So I packed up my things and said a fond farewell
To a new home, where hope still does dwell
I'll be noisy and rude, like used to fill you with glee
Soul intact, unapologetically me

Chorus

The world sometimes likes it, sometimes it wants you to flee
So fuck them! I'm unapologetically me.

USS MAKE SHIT UP

I was stranded on a planet, Just me and Spock
We met a nasty nazi alien who locked our asses up
We found a hunk of crystal and a metal piece of bed
We made a laser phaser gun and shot him in the head

Bust a move, Tog

I was standing on the bridge when Sulu came to me
His eyes were full of tears he said "Captain, can't you see
the ship is gonna blow do something I beseech"
I grabbed a tribble and some chewing gum and stopped the warp core breach

Chorus:
And I say,
Bounce a graviton particle beam off the main deflector dish
Thats the way we do things, lad, we're making shit up as we wish
The Klingons and the Romulans pose no threat to us
'Cause if we find we're in a bind we just make some shit up

And though he's just a child, and some think him a twit
Wesley is the master when it comes to making up some shit
He's the guy you want with you when you go out in space
Now if only he could beam those pimples off his face

And if you're at a party on the starship Enterprise
And the karaoke player just plain old up and dies
Set up a neutrino field inside a can of peas
Hold on to Geordi's visor and sing into Data's knee

Chorus

Sisko's on a mission to go no bloody place
He loiters on a space station above Bajoran space
The wormhole's opened up and now they come from near and far
We'll keep the booze but please send back the fucking Jem-hadar

What is with the Klingons, remember in the day
They looked like Puerto Ricans and they dressed in gold lame
Now they look like heavy metal rockers from the dead
With leather pants and frizzy hair and lobsters on their heads

Chorus

Well, I was stuck on Voyager, pounding on the door
When suddently it dawned on me I've seen this show before
Perhaps I'm in a warp bubble and slightly out of phase
'Cause it was way back in the sixties when they called it "Lost in Space"

We were looking for a way to make the ratings soar
So we orchestrated an encounter with the Borg
Normally you'd think that that would get us into shit
But this one has a smashing ass and a lovely set of tits

Chorus:
And I say
Bounce a graviton particle beam off the main deflector dish
Thats the way we do things lad, we're making shit up as we wish
The Klingons and the Romulans pose no threat to us
'Cause if we find we're in a bind we're totally screwed but nevermind
We'll pull something out of our behinds, we just make some shit up

THE VODKA SONG

Music and Lyrics: Shaughnessy McDaniel

There are many fine drinks of which I partake
Beer rum and whiskey they all taste just great
But vodka oh vodka you I won't imbibe
A man named McCormick turned me off of your vibe

Chorus:
Cuz it's made with potatoes potatoes potatoes
And I swear to you that ain’t right
Fry them bake them or grill ‘em but christ's sake don't distill ‘em
Or else I'll be in the bathroom till the breaking light

It's a horrible shame that there's a booze I don't drink
But before I drink that vodka I always do think
It's the one drink I don't pour in me head
Would you please Get me a whiskey instead

Chorus

The Russians disagree and the Polish do too
It's the beverage of choice for an ex-commie crew
You can tell that old smirnoff to just bugger away
I will nae be drinking vodka today

Chorus

Now... Donnae misunderstand
When it comes to the tatties I'm a massive fan
But boil em mash em or stick em in a stew
But to drink it as liquor I simply won't do

Chorus

WHISKEY IN THE JAR

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

Chorus:
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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

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

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

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WILD MOUNTAIN THYME

Oh, the summertime is comin'
And the trees are sweetly bloomin'
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows among the bloomin' heather
Will you go? Lassie, go?

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And we'll all go together
To pick wild mountain thyme
All among the bloomin' heather
Will you go? Lassie, go?

I will build my love a bower
By yon pure and crystal fountain
Yes and on it I will lay
All the flowers of the mountain
Will you go? Lassie, go?

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If my true love won't come with me
I would surely find another
To pick wild mountain thyme
All among the bloomin' heather
Will you go? Lassie, go?

And we'll all go together
To pick wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will you go?
Will you go?
Lassie will you go?

WILD ROVER

I've been a wild rover for many's the year,
And I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer.
And now I'm returning with gold in great store,
And I never will play the wild rover no more

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And it's no, nay, never! (clap-clap-clap-clap)
No, nay, never, no more!
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more.

I went into an alehouse I used to frequent,
And I told the landlady me money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me, "Nay.
Such a custom like yours I could have any day".

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I took from me pocket ten sovereigns bright,
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She says, "I have whiskeys and wines of the best,
And those words that you told me were only in jest."

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I go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And when they've caressed me as oft times before
I never will play the wild rover no more

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