Lesser Known Songs
All tabs on this page are in GDAD tuning unless otherwise noted. In most cases I indicate the capo position at which I play the song or tune, but that position may not represent the key in which the tune or song is traditionally played.
These tabs represent my interpretations of songs, not necessarily an attempt to mimic the playing of other (better) players. Some of these tabs were originally worked out back when I was just learning bouzouki, and thus may be a bit crude and ham-fisted - or utterly incorrect. In particular, regarding Andy Irvine ... over the years I have attempted to learn dozens of the songs that Andy plays. This compendium includes several of these attempts ... some of which are, well, not very good. I am in no way saying "this is how Andy plays it". Rather, I'm saying this is how I learned to muddle through. Still, just seeing the precise fingerings of someone else may be of some help to others, so I will post my tabs - created and collected over 12 years - for all to share. I hope you find some of them useful.
A few of the songs feature sections that are designed to played along with a guitar part as part of an arrangement for The Gallowglasses, and so may be a bit thin when played alone. This was by design. Most of the tunes are pretty straight, but a few feature "bass line" runs to complement a fiddle lead. Keep these caveats in mind.
Many of the tunes that are transcribed come from thesession.org, where I have converted their ABC notation to tab (using some code that I wrote) - and then ornamented with my own changes that work well with bouzouki - in particular with hammers, pulls and slides ('h', 'p', '/'). Some of the tunes without ornamentation are just direct transcriptions of the raw tune. If you have found some tunes in ABC notation and you'd like me to translate them to tablature, just drop me a note.
While there is a general sense of time in these tabs (wider spaces mean longer notes, crowded notes for triplets, etc), these tabs are best used along with a copy of the song or tune. Listen, then look and see how I happen to play it - then make it your own.
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Avondale
Barnyard of Delgaty
Blacksmith, The
Blind Harper, The
Bogey's Bonny Belle
Bold Doherty
Bonnie Woodhall
Clasped to the Pig
Close Shave, The
Come With Me Over the Mountain
Creggan White Hare, The
Cricklewood
Crockery Ware, The
Crow in the Cradle
Dinny the Piper
Ferryman, The
Fiddlers Green
Fisherman's Song, The
Foggy Dew, The
Follow Me Up to Carlow
Galbally Farmer, The
Garden, The
Good Ship Kangaroo, The
Groves of Donaghmore
Hackler from Grousehall, The
Henry My Son
High Germany
Hug air a' Bhonaid Mhòir
Humors of Whiskey, The
I Courted a Wee Girl
I’ll Never Fight Again
Jack Orion
Johnny Be Fair
Johnny Connors
Johnny When You Die
Johnny lovely Johnny
Jolly Beggar, The
Jug of Punch, The
Kerry Recruit, The
Lads of the Fair
Lark in the Morning, The
Little Drummer, The
Longford Weaver, The
Lover's Wreck
Maid of Cabra West
Mary and the Soldier
Matty Groves
McAlpine Fusillears
McIlhatton
Mhaire + Dunmore Lasses
Miles Weatherhill
Miller and the Lass, The
Missing You
Mountain Dew
Nancy Spain
One Starry Night
Paddy's Lament
Paddy’s Green Shamrock Shore
Patrick's Arrival
Plains of Kildare, The
Raggle Taggle Gypsy
Ratcliffe Highway
Red Haired Mary
Robin Hood and the Peddlar
Rollicking Boys Around Tandragee, The
Saucy Ward
Skibbereen
Smoke and Strong Whiskey
Spancil Hill
St. Brendan's Fair Isle
Star of the Country Down
Sullivan's John
There Was A Maid in Her Father's Garden
Three Drunken Maidens
Three Huntsmen
Waxies Dargle
Wearin' The Britches
Wexford Fisherman
When the Boys Come Rolling Home
William Taylor
Wind that Shakes the Barley (song), The
Avondale
NOTES: Riff over 1, 3, 5, chords over 2, 4.
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Oh have you been to Avondale,
Dm G
And lingered in her lovely vale,
C F C Am
Where tall trees whisper and know the tale,
F G F C
Of Avondale's proud hero.
Where pride and ancent glory fade,
So was the land where he was laid,
Like Christ was thirty pieces paid,
For Avondale's proud hero,
Long years that green and lovely vale,
Has nursed Parnell, her proudest Gael,
And cursed the land that has betrayed,
Fair Avondale's proud hero.
Barnyard of Delgaty
Verse Chorus Riff Chords
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Bad Moon Rising: D G A D D G A D
G D A G D
As I came in by Turra market,
Turra market for to see,
I fell in with a wealthy farmer,
The barnyards of Delgaty.
Chorus:
Linten addie, (toorin addie)
Linten addie, (toorin ee)
Linten lowrin, (lowrin, lowrin)
The barnyards of Delgaty.
Riff
He promised me the one best mare,
That ever I set my eyes upon,
When I got to the barnyards,
There was nothing there but skin and bone
Chorus, Riff
The old black horse sat on its rump,
The old white mare lay on her wime,
For all that I could "Hup!" and crack
They wouldna rise at yokin' time.
Chorus, Riff
Oh old Meg Smith, she makes my brose (gruel)
And with her I cannot agree,
First a knot and then a mot (small hit, big hit)
And aye another jelp o' bree (gulp of drink)
Chorus, Riff
When I gone to the church on Sunday,
Many's the bonnie lass I see,
Sitting by her father's side,
And winkin' o'er the pews at me.
Chorus, Riff, Solo
I can drink and no' be drunk,
I can fight and no' be slain,
I can sleep wi' another man's wife,
And aye be welcome there again.
Chorus, Riff
Now my candle is burnt out,
My snotter's fairly on the wane,
So fare the well, ye' barnyards,
You'll never catch me here again!
Double chorus, Riff
Blacksmith, The
This is my version which copies heavily from Andy Irvine, but is different in several places.
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Guitar Part
Intro: Drone Em
Verse Intro (false start on every verse, played twice): Em D C D Em
Verse:
Em D C D Em G D Em Em D Em A G D Em
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Intro: Em D C D Em
Em D
A blacksmith courted me
C D Em
Nine months and better
D
He fairly won my heart
C D Em
Wrote me a letter
Bm D Em
With his hammer in his hand
D
He looked quite clever SHORT
Em A G
And if I was with my love
D Em
I'd live for ever.
But where is my love gone
With his cheeks like roses
And his good black Billycock on
Decked round with primroses
I'm afraid the scorching sun
Will shine and burn his beauty LONG
And if I was with my love
I'd do my duty.
Strange news is come to town
Strange news is carried
Strange news flys up and down
That my love is married.
I wish them both much joy
Though they can't hear me SHORT
And may God reward him well
For the slighting of me.
Don't you remember when
You lay beside me
And you said you'd marry me
And not deny me
If I said I'd marry you
It was only for to try you LONG
So bring your witness love
And I'll not deny you.
No witness have I none
Save God Almighty
And may he reward you well
For the slighting of me
Her cheeks grew pale and wan
It made her poor heart to tremble LONG
To think she loved a one
And he proved deceitful.
Blind Harper, The
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Bogey's Bonny Belle
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Bold Doherty
Concert Chords:
Bm E Bm D
Bm D E Bm7
Bm E Bm D
Bm D E E
Bm D
Bm D E7
Bm D
G Bm Em D
Dervish plays this CAPO 8
G5 = 0520
Dm G Dm F
Dm F G 5000
Dm G Dm F
Dm F G Dm (or G?)
Dm F
Dm F G7
Dm F
Bb Dm Gm F
Pipes Riff...
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My name is bold....
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If I had you Molly ....
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I'd fill up my glass....
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Me name is Bold.....
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If I had you Molly..... I’d fill up me glass....
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Me name is Bold.....
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If I had you Molly..... I’d fill up me glass....
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Me name is Bold Doherty from the north country
Where there's a still upon every stream
Lady, be quicker and pour me more liquor
And fill me a glass of the stronger than cream
Fill 1
If I had you, Molly, so pleasant and jolly
Although it's a folly to ask you at all
I'd fill up me glass with a mile to the bottom
And I'd drink to you, Molly, beside Donegal
With me fol the dol do, fol the dol do with me
Fol the dol do with me, fol the dol day
Fol the dol do, fol the dol do with me
Fol the dol do with me, fol the dol day
I've a new pair of clogs I brought home from the market
I craved an excuse to get into the town
I told me old mother the seams, they were ripped
And I needed some nails for to rivet them down
She clothed me hand with a bright bit of shilling
She thought the remainder would be her own
Saying, "When you go to town, you can buy the full nagan
But beware you bring none of your fancibles home"
CHORUS
When crossing the fields of me brave Enniskillen
I went into an ale-house for to take a dram
When I saw two tinkers dividing a saucepan
Although there were arguing about the ten can
One of them then made a blow at the other one
He said, "You young villain, I will take your life"
Saying, "Your saucepans are leaking and won't hold the water
Since 'ere the Bold Doherty spoke with your wife"
Oh when I got home, the door, it was bolted
I rapped up me mother for to let me in
"Be gone ore the place" was the words that she mentioned
"For inside this house you'll not enter in
You may go away to wherever you came from
For to keep you out, now I'm sure it's no sin"
Says I, "Me gay woman, you may keep your temper
'Cause I can find lodging with Nora McGlynn"
CHORUS
Bonnie Woodhall
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Clasped to the Pig
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Backward and forward I'm reeling and tight—
Oh, what a spree I have been on to-night!
I've been to McCarthys with Patsy OMaher,
And we had the black bottle from under the bar;
We drank and we drank, till we banished all care,
And gave not a thought to foul weather or fair;
And now, on the floor, I'm curled up in heap—
Biddy, leave me to sleep, Biddy, leave me to sleep!
Chorus: Clasped to the pig, in a loving embrace.
The hairs on his curly tail tickling my face;
It's no use of telling me sober to keep:
Biddy, leave me to sleep, Biddy, leave me to sleep.
Over my head, in the days that are gone,
Gayly I flourished my knotty black-thorn:
Oh, if I only but had it to-night.
May-be I wouldn't be off for a fight!
And if Pat Murphy I happened to meet,
It's an illigant ruction we'd have in the street:
He'd soon be mighty glad in a knot-hole to creep—
Biddy, leave me to sleep, Biddy, leave me to sleep!
Drop down by the pig, here, and share his embrace;
Let my red whiskers lie close to your face;
The craythur won't hurt you, he'll do you no harm:
Lie down by me, Biddy, and keep my back warm,
Squeeze me up tight, as you've oft done before—
I'll sing you to sleep with the sound of my snore;
The rats and the mice all around us may creep—
Biddy, leave me to sleep, Biddy leave me to sleep!
Close Shave, The
F Bb C Dm (CAPO III)
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Come gather round you diggers all who work the goldfields rare,
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It's of a trick was played on me which caused me to despair,
F Dm Bb C
I came to town the other day my hard earned gold to trade,
F Bb C F
'Twas there I met a pretty maid, who did my heart betray.
CHORUS:
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Her lips were red as roses, her eyes a deep sky blue,
F Dm C F
Her hair as yellow as the gold, she stole from me and you.
She took me to a public house and there we did imbibe,
In whiskey and strong porter, and dreadful stuff besides,
It's then she asked me up to bed, to which I did agree,
But truth do tell I fell asleep, before she earned her fee.
When I awoke next morning, no trousers could I find,
But scattered all around me were women's clothes so fine.
My jacket, shoes and gold had gone, and all that's left behind,
Is a woman's dress, a yellow wig and a shaving kit, not mine.
Why did she need the wig? Why did she need to shave?
It's then the truth it struck me, in a fit of blinding rage.
My pretty maid's a man I cried, be thanks I fell asleep,
I'd rather lose a bag of gold, than wake up with that creep.
To venture in the street again, I cautiously inclined,
I had a shave, put on the wig, and wore the dress so fine,
And as I walked along the road, a digger gave a wink.
I thought of all the gold he had, so I offered him a drink.
Now you might think it sinful, oh you might think it bold,
To take advantage of the lads who struggle for the gold.
It's easy putting on a dress and drinking whiskey neat,
But leave your shaving kit behind when they are fast asleep.
Come With Me Over the Mountain
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One night as the moon did illumine the sky'
I first took a notion to marry
I put on me hat and away I did fly
You'd have thought I'd have been in a hurry
When I came to the place where I often had been
Me heart gave a leap when my darlin' I seen
I lifted the latch and I bade her Good E'en
Will you come with me over the mountain?
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G A C D
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What notion is this that's got into your head
You'll make me afraid to be near you
It's twelve o'clock and they're all in bed
Speak low or me mammy will hear you.
I'm using no magic, casting no spell
I'm an honest young man and I love you right well
And if you'll not have me, dear girl, farewell
I'll go back alone o'er the mountain.
If I were to make an elopement with you
I might find myself in great danger
The country would tittle and censor me too
My parents would frown and no wonder.
Let them all tittle and censor away
Consult with yourself for it's growing near day
What do we care what the country might say?
Come with me over the mountain.
She looked at me long and she looked at me hard
She trembled a little uneasy
Then wiping a tear that appeared in her eye
She said to me -- Darling, I'm ready.
Give me a moment til I get me shoes
Me heart gave a lep when I heard the glad news
I lifted the latch saying I hope you'll excuse
Me simplicity over the mountain.
By this time the moon had gone down in the sky
And the morning star brightly was shining
We both made the journey in greatest of haste
And we were wed at the altar of hymen.
In peace and contentment we spend our days
The anger of parents was soon blown away
Often we smile when we've little to say
On the trip we took over the mountain.
Creggan White Hare, The
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In the lowlands of Creggan there lives a white hare,
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As swift as the swallow that flies through the air.
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You may tramp the world over but none to compare,
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To the pride of old Creggan that bonnie white hare. (Bm)
One clear autumn morning, as you may suppose,
The red golden sun o'er the green mountain rose.
Barney Conway came down and he did declare,
"This day I'll put an end to that bonnie white hare." (Am)
He searched through the lowlands and down through the glens,
And among the green bushes where the white hare had ends,
Till at last coming home o'er the heather so bare,
From behind a wild thistle jumped out the white hare. (Am)
He fired off his gun and his dog he slipped too.
As swift as the wind over the green mountain flew.
But the dog soon came back, which made poor Barney sigh,
For he knew that the white hare had bid him goodbye. (Bm)
We're some jolly sportsmen down here from Pomeroy
From Cookstown, Dungannon, and likewise the Moy.
With our pedigree greyhounds we've travelled afar
And we've come down to Creggan in our fine motor car. (Bm)
Away to the lowlands these huntsmen did go
In search of the white hare they looked high and low,
Till at last Barney Conway on a turf bank so bare
Shouted out to these huntsmen, "There lies the white hare." (Am)
They call up their greyhounds from off the green lee
And Barney and the huntsmen they jumped high with glee,
For there on the turf bank all gathered around,
Seven dogs and nine men did that poor hare surround. (Am)
No wonder the white hare did tremble with fear
As she stood on her toes and would raise her big ears,
But she stood on her toes and with one gallant spring,
She cleared over the greyhounds and broke through the ring. (Am)
Well the chase I went on, 'twas beautiful view
As swift as the wind o'er the green mountains flew.
But with pedigree greyhounds, they didn't go far.
They come back and went home in their motor car. (Bm)
There come another man and you all know him well;
His name is Pat Devlin and Bonnie Black Nell.
In search of the white hare, he says, "I'll have fun.
Here's fifty to one that Black Nell does her turn." (Am)
Five turns the hare got then from Bonnie Black Nell,
And the sixth one was given around John Haughey's well.
'Twas there we lost sight of the hare and the dog,
And ten minutes later they come o'er the bog. (Am)
Well, the chase it went on. It was great for to see.
The white hare and the greyhound they roamed light and free,
Till she travelled to Esker where she knew the lands well,
And to Bonnie Black Nell she soon bid farewell. (Bm)
And now to conclude and finish it's time.
I hope you'll forgive me for singing this rhyme.
If there's any amongst you in Carrick more fair,
Let's drink up a health to that bonnie white hare. (Bm)
Cricklewood
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Come all you true born Irishmen
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And listen to my song
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I am a bold buck navy
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And I don't know right from wrong
Of late I was transported boys
From Eiren's holy shore
My case is sad my crime is bad
For I was born poor
Chorus
Oh Cricklewood Oh Cricklewood
You stole my youth away
For I was young and innocent
And you were old and grey
If you're born poor me Boys
It is an awful state
The judge will sit upon yer crime
And this he will relate
I find the prisoner guilty
And the law I must lay down
Let this man be transported straight
Away to Camden town
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Then take him down to Cricklewood
And place him in the pub
And call the limey Governer
To force him for his sup
Then take him down to Cricklewood
To morter grease and lime
And let him rot in Cricklewood
Until he's served his time.
Crockery Ware, The
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Now a laddie in Lincolnshire did dwell,
And there was a pretty maid he loved right well,
He asked her on one fav'rite night,
If he might lie with her that night.
With a right for the ri-dy-vo,
Right for the ri-dy-vo.
Well after gaining her consent,
Straightway up to bed they went,
She sat him down in an old armchair,
And underneath was the crockery ware.
Now Johnny got groping in the dark,
Thinking he was up to a lark,
He blundered up against this damned old chair,
And arse over head went the crockery ware.
Now the old one she woke up in a fright,
Asking for some candle light,
Says 'Who goes there? I do declare,
You're breaking all my crockery ware.'
Now this pretty girl in the bed she laid,
Laughing at the game she played,
Says, 'It's all right, John, I do declare,
If you pay my mother for the crockery ware.'
So the very next morning the bill was made,
And on the table it was laid,
There was ten bob for the damned old chair,
And two pound ten for the crockery ware.
Said come all young lads that are up to a lark,
Never go courting in the dark,
If you do, then I will declare,
You'll pay bloody dear for the crockery ware.
Crow in the Cradle
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Dinny the Piper
Melody
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In the year '98, when our troubles were great
C D
It was treason to be a Milesian.
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And the black-whiskers said we would never forget
C D
And our history shows they were Hessians.
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And in these troubled times, it was a great crime
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And martyrdom never was riper
D D
Near the town of Glenshee, not an acre from Meath,
C D
Lived one Denny Burns, the Piper!
Neither weddin' nor wake would be worth a shake
If Denny was first not invited.
For at squeezin' the bag, or emptyin' the keg,
He astonished as well as delighted!
But in these times Denny could not earn a penny,
Martial Law had him stung like a viper!
And it kept him within till the bones of his skin
Grinned thru the rags of the piper!
Now one day it did dawn, as Denny crept home,
Back from a fair at Lethangin,
When what should he see, from the branch of a tree,
But the corpse of a Hessian, there hangin'!
Says Denny, "These rogues have got boots, I've no brogues!"
He took hold of the boots wi' a griper,
And the boots were so tight, and he pulled with such might,
Legs and all come away with the piper!
Ah, then Denny did run for fear of bein' hung
Til he came to Tim Haley's cabin.
Says Tim from within, "I can't let ye in!
Ye'll be shot if you're caught out there rappin'!"
So he went to the shed where the cow was in bed,
He began with a whisper to wipe her,
And they lay down together, in seven foot of heather,
And the cow took to huggin' the piper!
Well the day it wore on, and Denny did yawn,
And he stripped off the boots from the Hessian!
And the legs, for the law, he just left in the straw,
And he slipped home with his new possessions!
Now breakfast bein' done, Tim sent his young son
To get Denny up like a lamplighter,
And the legs there he saw; he flew up like a jackdaw!
And said "Daddy, the cow's et the piper!"
Ah, bad luck to that beast, she's no musical taste!
To eat such a jolly old chanter!
Ah, faugh! We'll evict! Take a lump of a stick!
Drive her off, down the road and we'll canter!
Well the neighbors were called, Mrs. Kennedy bawled,
She began for to humbug and jiper,
And in sorrow they met, and their whistles they wet,
And like devils, lamented the piper!
And the cow she was drove a mile or two off,
And they came to a fair at Killaley.
And there she was sold for four guineas of gold
To the clerk of the parish, John Daley.
And they went to the tent where the pennies were spent,
Tim bein' a jolly old swiper,
And who should be there, playin' the Rakes of Killdare,
Just your bold Denny Burns, the piper!
Ah, then Tim give a jolt like a half-drunken colt,
And he stares at the piper like a gammick!
I thought, by the Powers, for the last sev'ral hours,
You were playin' in the old cow's stomach!
Well when Denny observed that the Hessian's been served
Began just to humbug and jiper,
Oh, in grandeur they met, and their whistles they wet,
And like devils they danced round the piper!
Ferryman, The
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Oh the little boats have gone,
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from the breast of Anna Liffey,
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and the Ferrymen are stranded on the quai,
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The Dublin docks are dying,
D A
and a way of life is gone
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Its over Molly, over can't you see
CHORUS
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Where the strawberry beds,
D A
sweep down to the Liffey,
E
you'll kiss away the troubles from my brow
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I love you well today
D A
and I'll love you more tomorrow,
A
if you ever love me
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Molly, love me now!
Now the only job I had,
it was hard, but never lonely.
The river ferry made a man of me.
And it's gone without a whisper,
and forgotten even now.
And Molly it was part of you and me!
And now my work is over,
and I'll spend my days in rovin'.
I'll hear them whisper, "Charlie's on the dole..."
But Molly we're still livin',
and darlin' we're still young,
and the river never ruled my heart or soul!
Oh the little boats have gone,
from the breast of Anna Liffey,
and the Ferrymen are stranded on the quai,
The Dublin docks are dying,
and a way of life is gone
Its over Molly, over can't you see
Its over Molly, over can't you see
Its over
Molly, it's over
Molly, can't you see
Molly, its over, Molly
Can't you see
Fiddlers Green
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Fisherman's Song, The
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Foggy Dew, The
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As down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I. High
There armoured lines of marching men, in squadrons passed me by.
No fife did hum, no battle drum, did sound its lonely tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffy's swell, rang out o'er the foggy dew. 3-2-D
Right proudly high over Dublin sky, they hung out that flag of war. High
'Twas better to die 'neath the Irish sky, than at Suvla or Sud el Bar. 03 to A
And from the plains of Royal Meath , strong men came marching through;
While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns , Sailed into the foggy dew. new riff
oh the night fell black and the rifle's crack, made perfidious Albion reel 03
through the leaded rail seven tongues of flame rang out o're the lines of steel 03 to A
and to every blade a prayer was said that to Ireland her sons be true
when the morning broke still the war flag shook out its fold on the foggy dew Intro (riff to C x2))
it was England bade our wild geese go That small nations might be free.
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves On the fringe of the grey North Sea. 03 to A
But had they died by Pearse's side Or fought with Cathal Bruagh (Cal Brew),
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep 'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew. Intro (riff x1)
but the bravest fell, and the requiem bell Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide In the springing of the year.
And the world did gaze in deep amaze At those gallant men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light Might shine through the foggy dew. Intro (riff x1)
then back through that glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
for I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see no more 03 to A
and to and fro in my sleep I'll go and I'll kneel and pray for you
oh slavery fled oh gallant dead when you fell on the foggy dew
oh slavery fled our glorious dead when you died in the foggy dew High
Follow Me Up to Carlow
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Dm C
Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
Dm C Dm
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern.
Dm C
Gray said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure
Dm C Dm
Until he met at Glenmalure, with Fiach Mac Hugh O'Byrne
Am C
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
Am C Dm
Now Fitzwilliam have a care, fallen is your star low
Am C
Up with halberd, out with sword, on we go for by the Lord
Am C Dm
Fiach Mac Hugh has given the word: Follow me up to Carlow
See the swords of Glen Imayle flashing o'er the English Pale
See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners
Rooster of the fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners
Chorus:
From Tassagart to Clonmore there flows a stream of Saxon Gore
Well great is Rory Og O'More at sending the loons to Hades.
White is sick and Grey is fled, now for black Fitzwilliams head
We'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Liza and her ladies
Chorus:
Galbally Farmer, The
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Garden, The
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[A] There's place in the garden you go when you're happy
A place in the garden you sit when you're blue
[A] I sit by your side in the shade of the willow
Your head on my shoulder, my arm around you
[B] While you tell me the one that you love has departed
Leaving you lonely and so broken hearted
[A] And I can't find the words to say how much I love you
How your broken heart is breaking mine too
[C] If I had told you that sweet summer night
We walked in the garden beneath the moonlight
How lovely you are and how I want you so
Would you have listened, now I'll never know
[A] The long day is ending, the shadows are falling
The meadowlark's calling her mate to come nigh
[A] The evening is nearing and the daylight is dying
The soft breeze is sighing a mournful goodbye
Repeat Verse 2, doubling the second half.
Good Ship Kangaroo, The
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G | G | A | A
C | F C | G | C
repeat once
G Dm F G C
Once I was a waitin' man that lived at home at ease
C F C G C
Now I am a mariner that ploughs the angry seas
G Dm F G C
I always loved seafarin' life, I bid me love adieu
C F C G C
I shipped as a steward and cook, me boys, on board the Kangaroo
Chorus
G Dm F G C
Oh I never thought she would prove false or either prove untrue
C F C G C
As we sailed away thru' Milford Bay, on board the Kangaroo
Think of me, O think of me, she mournfully did say
When you are in a foreign land, and I am far away
Take this lucky truppeny bit, it'll make you bear in mind
That lovin trustin' faithful heart you left in tears behind
Cheer up, cheer up, my own true love, don't weep so bitterly
She sobbed, she sighed, she choked, she cried, and could not say goodbye
I wont be gone for very long, tis but a month or two
When I will return again, of course I'll visit you
CHORUS
Our ship it was homeward bound from many's the foreign shore
And many's the foreign present unto me love I bore
I brought tortoises from Tenerife and toys from Timbuktu
A China rat, and a Bengal cat and a Bombay Cockatoo
Paid off, I sought her dwellin' on a street above the town
where an ancient dame upon the line was hangin' out her gown
'Where is me love?' 'She's vanished, sir about six months ago
with a smart young man who drives the van for Chaplin,Son & Co.
CHORUS
Instrumental x1
Here's a health to dreams of married life to soap suds & blue
Heart's true love & patent starch and washing soda too
I'll go unto some foreign shore, no longer can I stay
And with some China Hottentot, I'll throw meself away
Me love she is no foolish girl, her age it is two score
Me love she is no spinster, she's been married twice before
I cannot say it was her wealth that stole me heart away
She's a washer in a laund-ery for one-and-nine a day
CHORUS
Groves of Donaghmore
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Hackler from Grousehall, The
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I am a roving hackler that loves the shamrock shore
G
My name is Pat McDonnell and my age is eighty-four;
Am
Belov'd and well-respected by my neighbors one and all
G Am
On St. Patrick's day I loved to stray round Lavey and Grouse Hall.
I rambled round from town to town for hackling was my trade,
None can deny I think that I an honest living made;
Where e'er I'd stay by night or day the youth would always call
To have some craic with Paddy Jack, the hackler from Grouse Hall.
When I was young I danced and sung and drank good whiskey, too.
Each shebeen shop that sold a drop of the real old mountain dew.
With the potheen still on every hill the peelers had no call
Round sweet Stradone I am well known, round Lavey and Grouse Hall.
I think it strange how times have changed so very much of late,
Coercion now is all the row and Peelers on their bate.
To take a glass is now, alas, the greatest crime of all
Since Balfour placed that hungry beast the Sergeant of Grouse Hall.
The busy tool of Castle rule he travels night and day,
He'll seize a goat just by the throat for want of better prey;
The nasty skunk, he'll swear you're drunk tho' you took none at all
There is no peace about the place since he came to Grouse Hall.
'Twas on pretense of this offense he dragged me off to jail,
Alone to dwell in a cold cell my fate for to bewail.
My hoary head on a plank bed, such wrongs for vengeance call
He'll rue the day he dragged away the hackler from Grouse Hall.
Down into hell he'd run pell-mell to hunt for potheen there
And won't be loath to swear an oath 'twas found in Killinkere.
He'll search your bed from foot to head, sheets, blankets, tick and all
Your wife, undressed, must leave the nest for Jemmy of Grouse Hall.
He fixed a plan for one poor man who had a handsome wife
To take away without delay her liberty and life.
He'd swear quite plain that he's insane and got no sense at all,
As he has done of late with one convenient to Grouse Hall.
Let old and young clear out their lungs and sing this little song,
Come join with me and let him see you all resent the wrong.
And while I live I'll always give a prayer for his downfall
And when I die I don't deny I'll haunt him from Grouse hall.
Henry My Son
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Where have you been all day, Henry, my son
A
Where have you been all day, my beloved one
D
A way on the meadow, away on the meadow,
A D
Make my bed, I've a pain in my head
A D
And I want to lie down.
What, did you have to eat, Henry,my son
What did you have to eat, my beloved one
Poison beans, poison beans,
What will you leave your mother, Henry, my son
What will you leave your mother, my beloved one
Gold and jewels, gold and jewels,
What will you leave your brother, Henry, my son
What will you leave your brother, my beloved one
A blue suit, a blue suit,
What will you leave your sister, Henry, my son
What will you leave your sister, my beloved one
Silks and satins, silks and satins,
What will you leave your father, Henry, my son
What will you leave your father, my beloved one
A keg of cider, a keg of cider,
What will you leave your children, Henry, my son
What will you leave your children, my beloved one
The keys to heaven, the keys to heaven,
What will you leave your sweetheart, Henry, my son
What will you leave your sweetheart, my beloved one
A rope to hang her, a rope to hang her,
High Germany
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“Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun,
C G D C Em
And we must go a-marching to the beating of the drum.
C G D C G
Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me;
Am C G D Am G Am
I'll take you to the war, me love, in High Germany.”
“Oh Willy love, oh Willy, come list what I do say,
My feet they are so tender, I cannot march away.
And besides, my dearest Willy, I am with child by thee,
Not fitted for the war, me love, in High Germany.”
“I'll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride
And all my delight shall be a-riding by your side.
We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry,
We'll be true to one another, get married by and by.”
Oh, cursed be them cruel wars that ever they should rise
And out of Merry England press many a man likewise.
They pressed my true love from me, likewise my brothers three,
And sent them to the war, me love, in High Germany.
My friends I do not value nor my foes I do not fear,
Now my love has left me I wander far and near.
And when my baby it is born and a-smiling on my knee
I'll think on lovely Willy in High Germany.
(repeat first verse)
Hug air a' Bhonaid Mhòir
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Humors of Whiskey, The
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I Courted a Wee Girl
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I’ll Never Fight Again
Rif: AAAB AAAC D D
[A] [B] [C] [D]
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D G G D G A7 D
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D G
A far away place was frequented by Johnny
D G A7
When he felt it was time for repair
D G
Where the waging wars were far from his mind
D A7 D
Happiness filled the air
The call went out for to go to the line
So off went Johnny, the man so fine
Looking over his shoulder his family looked on
Mary, nine children, mother’n all
FILL [D D D DG] x2 [D D G A7 D D G A7D] x1
Landing at them battle Johnny’s heart it was pounding
He clutched at his bullets and he loaded his gun
From all directions the fire came screaming
Johnny was suddenly couldn’t be found
A general inspected the field of smoke
Then came a loud scream and Johnny spoke
Take me home from this battle for I know not what
All this dying can do for me.
FILL
Of battle weary and worried dearly
Johnny called to his wife and he said
Take these hands in yours Mary, for I swear,
I’ll never fight again
I’ll never fight again
I’ll never fight again
FILL
Repeat First Verse
Repeat Last Verse
FILL (x1.5)
Jack Orion
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Jack Orion was as good fiddler
As ever fiddled on a string,
And he could drive young women mad
By the tune his wires would sing.
But he would fiddle the fish out of salt water,
Water from bare marble stone,new
Or the milk from out of a maiden's breast
Though baby she had none.
And there he played in the castle hall
And there he played them fast asleep,
Except it was for the young countess,
And for love she stayed awake.
And first he played there a slow, slow air
And then he played it brisk and gay,
And it's, “O dear love,” behind her hand
The lady she did say.
“Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have crown
And flapped their wings so wides,
It's you must come up to my chamber there
And lie down by my side.”
So he lapped his fiddle in a cloth of green
And he stole out on his tip toe,
And he's off back to his young boy Tom
As fast as he could go.
“Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have crown
And flapped their wings so wide,
I'm bid to go up to that lady's door
And stretch out by her side.”
“Lie down, lie down, me good master
And here's a blanket to your hand.
And I'll waken you in as good a time
As any cock in the land.”
So Tom took the fiddle into his hand
And he fiddled and he sang for a full hour,
Until he played him fast asleep
And he's off to the lady's bower.
And when he come to the countess' door
He twirled so softly at the pin,
And the lady true to her promise
Rose up and let him in.
Well he did not take that lady gay
To bolster nor to bed,
But down upon the hard cold bedroom floor
Right soon he had her laid.
And neither did he kiss her when he came
Nor when from her he did go,
But in at the lady's bedroom window
The moon like a coal did glow.
“Oh ragged are your stockings, love,
And stubbly is your cheek and chin,
And tousled is that yellow hair
That I saw late yestre'en.”
“My stockings belong to my boy Tom
But they were the first came to my hand,
And the wind did tousle my yellow hair
As I rode over the land.”
Tom took the fiddle into his hand
And he fiddled and he played so saucily,
And he's off back to his master's house
As fast as go could he.
“Then up, then up, my good master,
Why snore you there so loud?
For there is not a cock in all this land
But has clapped his wings and crowed.”
Jack Orion took the fiddle into his hand
And he fiddled and he played so merrily,
And he's off away to the lady's house
As fast as go could he.
And when he come to the lady's door
He twirled so softly at the ring,
Saying, “Oh me dear it's your true love,
Rise up and let me in.”
She said “Surely you didn't leave behind
A golden brooch nor a velvet glove,
Or are you returned back again
To taste more of me love?”
Jack Orion he swore a bloody oath,
“By oak, by ash, by bitter thorn,
Lady, I never was in this room
Since the day that I was born.”
“Oh then it was your own boy Tom
That cruelly has beguiled me,
And woe that the blood of that ruffian boy
Should spring in my body.”
Jack Orion took off to his own house saying,
“Tom, my boy, come here to me!”
And he hanged that boy from his own gatepost
As high as the willow tree.
Johnny Be Fair
(with Frieze Britches)
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D G D
Well, Johnny be fine and Johnny be fair he wants me for to wed
D G A
And I would marry Johnny, but my father up and said,
D G B
“I’m sorry to tell you daughter what your mother never knew
D G A D <- first hit on the tune.
But Johnny he’s a son of mine, so he’s kin to you.”
Well, Willie be fine and Willie be fair he wants me for to wed
And I would marry Willie, but my father up and said,
“I’m sorry to tell you daughter what your mother never knew
But Willie he’s a son of mine, so he’s kin to you.”
[tune] A
Well, Jimmy be fine and Jimmy be fair he wants me for to wed
And I would marry Jimmy, but my father up and said,
“I’m sorry to tell you daughter what your mother never knew
But Jimmy he’s a son of mine, so he’s kin to you.”
[tune] AA
Well, never was there a girl so sad and sorry as I was
The boys in town, they’re all my kin and my father is the cause!
I will not be contented for to die a single miss
I think I’ll go to mother and complain to her of this.
“Well, daughter, haven’t I taught you to forgive and to forget?
So, your father sowed his oats, oh still you should not fret.
Your father may be the cause of all the boys in town, but still…..
He’s not the one who sired you so marry who you will.”
Johnny Connors
CAPO 5
C F G Am
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Intro riff x4 (chord is G)
A part:
C G
My name is Johnny Connors
C G
I am a travellin' man
C G
my people, they've been travellin
Am F
since time it first began
With me horse and covered wagon
And me family by my side
Grazin' the long acre
I travelled far and wide
B part
G F C G
I met Bridie Maughan my sweet wife on a fair day in Rathkeale
G F C G
She was the finest traveling girl that ever wore a shawl
[intro riff x 2]
A part
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
B part
Where have all the halting places gone all them friendly doors
Where we'd haul spring water from the well and sell paper flowers
A part
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
B
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
A
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
Johnny When You Die
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Johnny lovely Johnny
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C G C
The high walls of Derry look dismal and grey
G C G
And so does lovely Johnny, he is now going away
C G
He is going to bonnie Scotland some sweetheart to see
C G C
May the high powers above send him safe home to me
Oh Johnny lovely Johnny do you mind the day
you came to my window to steal me away
You promised you would marry me above all female kind
Oh Johnny lovely Johnny what has altered your mind
The first time I met you 'tis well, 'tis known
'Twas in my father's garden in the county Tyrone
With my white apron around us to shield out the wind
Oh Johnny lovely Johnny what has altered your mind
Oh Annie lovely Annie it was all but a jest
For I never intended to make you my best
I never intended to make you my wife
Oh Annie lovely Annie, all the days of my life
A bunch of blue ribbons I will tie up and wear
And a wreath of forget-me-nots I will twine round my hair
And if ever he returns again I will greet him with joy
And I will kiss the lips of my own Johnny boy
The high walls of Derry look dismal and grey
And so does lovely Johnny, he is now going away
He is going to bonnie Scotland some sweetheart to see
May the high powers above send him safe home to me
Jolly Beggar, The
G G C Em G C G D
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Key of A - (Guitar/mando capo 2nd fret)
A A7 D F#m (Esus4?)
It's of a jolly beggarman came tripping o'er the plain
A D A E7
He came unto a farmer's door a lodging for to gain
A A7 D F#m (Esus4?)
The farmer's daughter she came down and viewed him cheek and chin
A D A E7
She says, He is a handsome man. I pray you take him in
Chorus:
A A7 D E
We'll go no more a roving, a roving in the night
A D A E7
We'll go no more a roving, let the moon shine so bright
A
We'll go no more a roving
He would not lie within the barn nor yet within the byre
But he would in the corner lie down by the kitchen fire
o then the beggar's bed was made of good clean sheets and hay
And down beside the kitchen fire the jolly beggar lay
The farmer's daughter she got up to bolt the kitchen door
And there she saw the beggar standing naked on the floor
He took the daughter in his arms and to the bed he ran
Kind sir, she says, be easy now, you'll waken our goodman
Chorus
Now you are no beggar, you are some gentleman
For you have stolen my maidenhead and I am quite undone
I am no lord, I am no squire, of beggars I be one
And beggars they be robbers all, so you're quite undone
Chorus
She took the bed in both her hands and threw it at the wall
Says go you with the beggarman, my maidenshead and all
Jug of Punch, The
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C
One pleasant evening in the month of June,
G C
As I was sitting with a glass and spoon,
F G
A small bird sang on an ivy bunch,
C F G7 C
And the song he sang was the jug of punch.
[CHORUS]
C Dm G C
Too ra lu ra lu, too ra lu ra la, too ra lu ra lu, too ra lu ra lay,
[ALWAYS REPEAT LAST TWO LINES]
F G
A small bird sang on an ivy bunch,
C F G7 C
And the song he sang was the jug of punch.
What more diversion can a man desire,
To be sitted down by an alehouse fire,
Upon his knee a pretty wench,
and on the table a jug of punch.
If I were sick and very bad,
And was not able to go or stand,
I would not think it at all to amiss to
Pledge my shoes for a jug of punch.
When I am dead and in my grave,
No costly tombstone will I crave,
Lay me down by my native peat,
With a jug of punch at my head and feet.
Kerry Recruit, The
Kesh Jig in D
D D A A D D G A
D D A A D G A D
D D G G D D A A
D D G G E7E7 A D
D A7 G D A7 D
Kesh A x2
Kesh B x2
Kerry x3
Kesh B
Kerry x3
Kesh B
Kerry x3
Kesh B
Kerry x3
Kesh B
(slow) Kerry x2
Kesh B
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D A7sus4 Asus4 (NB: Asus2 would be 00220x, not 03220x - mtl)
One morning in March I was diggin' the land
Cadd9 G
With me brogues on me feet and me spade in me hand
D A7sus4 Asus2
And I said to myself, what a pity to see
Cadd9 Em7 A7sus4 G
This fine strappin' lad footin' turf round Tralee
So I buttered me brogues, shook hands with me spade
And went to the fair like some dashin' young blade
Where up came a sergeant, and asks me to enlist
'Arra, sergeant a gra, stick that bob in me fist'
Chorus:
D
Anna toora na nye
A7sus4
Anna toora na nye
Cadd9 Em7 A7sus4 D G D A7sus4 (rest)
Anna toora na noora na noora na nye
Well the first thing they gave me it was a red coat
With a white strap of leather to tie round me throat
And they gave me a queer thing; I asked what was that
And they told me it was a cockade for me hat
And they gave me a strange thing they called it a gun
With powder and shot and a place for me thumb
Well first she spat fire, then she spat smoke
And she gave a great leap and me shoulder near broke
CHORUS
Now the first place they sent us, it was down by a quay
On board of a warship bound for the Crimea
Three sticks in the middle all rolled round with sheets
Seems she walked on the water without any feet
And then when at Balaclava we landed quite soon (sound?)
All cold, wet and hungry we lay on the ground
Next morning for action the bugle did call
And we had a hot breakfast of powder and ball
LONG OUTRO HERE.....
Chorus:
D
Anna toora na nye
A7sus4
Anna toora na nye
Cadd9 Em7 A7sus4 D G D A7sus4 Cadd9 Em7 GGGG (rest)
Anna toora na noora na noora na nye
CHORUS
A7sus4 Asus2 Cadd9 Em7 B7sus4 Bsus2 Dadd9 F#m7 F#m7(2) B7sus4(2)
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E B7sus4 Bsus2
Well we fought at the Alma, likewise Inkermann
Dadd9 A
And the Russians they railed us down at Redan
E B7sus4 Bsus2
In scaling the wall there meself lost me eye
Dadd9 F#m7(2) B7sus4(2) A
And a big Russian bullet ran off with me thigh
It was there we lay bleeding
Stretched on the cold ground
All heads, legs and arms lay scattered around
And I thought of me ma and me people were nigh
May they bury me decent and raise a loud cry
Chorus:
E
Anna toora na nye
B7sus4
Anna toora na nye
Dadd9 F#m7 B7sus4 E A E B7sus4 (rest)
Anna toora na noora na noora na nye
CHORUS x2
FLUTE PART
repeat chorus without words
Well a doctor was called for
And they soon stanched me blood
They gave me a fine elegant leg made of wood
And they gave me a medal and ten pence a day
Contented with Sheelagh, I'll live on half-pay
CHORUS x2
Lads of the Fair
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Lark in the Morning, The
CAPO II
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SUGGESTED ARRANGEMENT:
Big Riff (ABCBD)
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Short Riff (BD)
Verse, Chorus, Fill1 (All x 4)
Out Riff (BE)
CAPO II
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The Lark in the morning she rises off her nest
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She goes off in the air with the dew all on her breast
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And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings.
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She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings.
Oh Roger the ploughboy he is a dashing blade,
He goes whistling and singing for yonder leafy shade
He met with dark-eyed Susan, she's handsome I declare,
And she's far more enticing than the birds all in the air.
As they were coming home from the rakes of the town,
The meadow being all mown and the grass had been cut down.
As they should chance to tumble all on the new-mown hay
Oh it's kiss me now or never this bonnie lass would say.
When twenty long weeks were over and past
Her mammy asked the reason why she thickened round the waist.
It was the pretty ploughboy this girl then did say
For he asked me for to tumble, all on the new-mown hay.
Here's a health to you ploughboy wherever you may be,
That's like having a bonnie lass sitting on each knee.
With a pint of good strong porter, he'll whistle and he'll sing
And the ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king
Little Drummer, The
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Intro (end note)
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Some runs...
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One fine summer's morning, both gallant and gay,
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Twenty-four ladies went out on the quay,
Am D G Em
And a regiment of soldiers it did pass them by,
Am G Em Am
A drummer and one of them soon caught his eye.
He went to his comrade and to him did say,
"Twenty-four ladies I saw yesterday,
Oh, but one of those ladies she has me heart won,
And if she denies me then surely I'm done."
"Go to this lady and tell her your mind
Tell her she's wounded your poor heart inside.
Go and tell her she's wounded your poor heart, full sore,
And if she denies you what can she do more?"
So early next morning the young man arose,
Dressed himself up in a fine suit of clothes,
With a watch in his pocket and a cane in his hand,
Saluting the ladies he walked down the strand.
He went up to her and he said "Pardon me,
Pardon me lady for making so free,
Oh me fine honored lady, you have me heart won,
And if you deny me then surely I'm done."
"Be off little drummer, now what do you mean?
For I'm the lord's daughter of Ballycasteen.
Oh, I'm the lord's daughter that's honored, you see,
Be off little drummer, you're making too free."
He put on his hat and he bade her farewell
Saying "I'll send my soul down to heaven or hell.
For with this long pistol that hangs by my side,
Oh, I'll put an end to my own dreary life."
"Come back little drummer, and don't take it ill,
For I do not want to be guilty of sin,
To be guilty of innocent blood for to spill.
Come back little drummer, I'm here at your will."
"We'll hire a car and to Bansheer we'll go.
There we'll be married in spite of our foes.
Oh, but what can they say when it's over and done,
But I fell in love with the roll of your drum?"
Longford Weaver, The
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Lover's Wreck
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Maid of Cabra West
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I fell in love with a sweet fair maid that in Cabra West did reside
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Me, I lived in Donnybrook Tower, a one and a f'penny ride
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But there was a fly in the ointment you very seldom see
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For though I loved her terrible well, she was in love with this Portuguese
Now he was a nasty piece of good, Gonzalez was his name
He was bound to get his hands around, Concepta that's the dame
So I swore one night be the Grand Canal that I would do him in
For I never liked them Portuguese, and in particular I didn't like him
So I follied him up Grafton Street one evening just for fun
Round by the Mercer's Hospital next door to the Barkley-Dunne
I spied them in the corner seat, they were kissing holding hands
And there he was seducing her with pints and baby shands
So I follied him to his lodging house in Rathgar or there about
And when he went up alley way I done him inside out
He let out manys an oath and swear till he was dead, I'm sure
So I lifted up a man hole lid and I dropped him in the sewer
Now when me mot she heard of this, she made my life a hell
And so for the sake of piece and quiet, I done her in as well
That's why I'm up before the Judge, confessing to my crime
Says he I didn't mind the first one son, but not the second time
So tis for the love of a pretty fair maid and her Portuguese sailor boy
Tis for the love of a beauteous maid that I'm up here in Mount Joy
And if I ever get out again, my ways I'll change you'll see
I'll marry a Ballyfermot girl that wouldn't go out with a Portuguese
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Hag with the Money:
Dphrygian (Play this capo 5 for Maid of Cabra West)+
First time through (A), play the open 000’s as 550’s.
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Mary and the Soldier
Intro... Verse
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Also a good intro...
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Come all you lads of high renown that will hear of a fair young maiden
And she roved out on a summer's day for to view the soldier's parading
They march so bold and they look so gay
The colours fine and the bands did play
And it caused young Mary for to say
"I'll wed you me gallant soldier"
She viewed the soldiers on parade and as they stood at their leisure
And Mary to herself did say: "At last I find my treasure
But oh how cruel my parents must be
To banish my true love away from me
Well I'll leave them all and I'll go with thee
Me bold and undaunted soldier"
"Oh Mary dear, your parents' love I pray don't be unruly
For when you're in a foreign land, believe you rue it surely
Perhaps in battle I might fall
From a shot from an angry cannonball
And you're so far from your daddy's hall
Be advised by a gallant soldier."
"Oh I have fifty guineas in right gold, likewise a hearth that's burning
And I'd leave them all and I'd go with you me bold undaunted soldier
So don't say no but let me go
And I will face the daring foe
And we'll march together to and fro
And I'll wed you, my gallant soldier"
And when he saw her loyalty and Mary so true-hearted
He said: "Me darling, married we'll be and nothing but death will part us
And when we're in a foreign land
I'll guard you, darling, with my right hand
And hopes that God might stand a friend
With Mary and her gallant soldier
Matty Groves
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McAlpine Fusillears
'Twas in the year of 'thirty-nine When the sky was full of lead When Hitler was heading for Poland And Paddy, for Holyhead. Come all you pincher laddies And you long-distance men Don't ever work for McAlpine For Wimpey, or John Laing You'll stand behind a mixer Until your skin is turned to tan And they'll say, Good on you, Paddy With your boat-fare in your hand. Oh, the craic was good in Cricklewood And they wouldn't leave the Crown With glasses flying and Biddys crying 'Cause Paddy was going to town. Oh mother dear, I'm over here And I'm never coming back What keeps me here is the reek o' beer The ladies and the craic. I come from county Kerry The land of eggs and bacon And if you think I'll eat your fish'n'chips Oh dear then you're mistaken. CAPO II 1... 4.... ---------------------------|--------|-------|------------------------------| -00-00-0-000---------------|--------|-----2-|-00-00----0-00-----------0-00-| -55-42-0-220------0-0--0-0-|---0-00-|--0-00-|-00-00-245-4-2--22-0---02-2-2-| ------------4--024-4--2-2--|-/7-7-7-|-0-0-0-|--------------------424-------| G C G D G G C G C G C G D G As down the glen came McAlpines men with their shovels slung behind them 'Twas in the pub that they drank their sub and out in the spike you'll find them They sweated blood and they washed down mud with pints and quarts of beer And now we're on the road again with McAlpine's Fusiliers I stripped to the skin with Darkie Finn way down upon the Isle of Grain With Horse Face O'Toole, we knew the rule, no money if you stopped for rain. McAlpine's God was a well filled hod, your shoulders cut to bits and seared, And woe to he who looked for tea with McAlpine's Fusiliers I remeber the day that Bear O'Shea fell into a concrete stairs. What Horse Face said when he saw him dead it wasn't what the rich called prayers. I'm a navvy short was the one retort that reached unto my ears When the going's rough then you must be tough with McAlpine's Fusiliers I've worked 'til the sweat nearly had me bet, with Russian, Czech and Pole. On shuddering jams up the hydro dams or underneath the Thames in a hole. I've grafted hard and I've got me cards and many a ganger's fist across me ears. If you pride your life won't your join by christ, with McAlpine's Fusiliers
McIlhatton
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Intro: C D C D
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In Glenravel's Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god
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For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob
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Come winter, summer, frost all over, a jiggin' Spring on the breeze
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In the dead of night a man steps by, "McIlhatton, if you please"
CHORUS
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McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
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Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
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Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
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May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above
Theres a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poitín is on the air
The birds in the burrows and the rabbits in the sky and there's drunkards everywhere
At Skerries Rock the fox is out and begod he's chasing the hounds
And the only thing in decent shape is buried beneath the ground
CHORUS
At McIlhatton's house the fairies are out and dancing on the hobs
The goat's collapsed and the dog has run away and there's salmon down the bogs
He has a million gallons of wash and the peelers are on the Glen
But they'll never catch that hackler cos he's not comin' home again
CHORUS X 2
Mhaire + Dunmore Lasses
pronounced: Wya Vrenyal Cmin CAPO 3 Mark riff x1 All riff x1 Long Verse All riff x 1/2 Short Verse All riff x 1 Short Verse All riff x 1/2 Short Verse Long Verse ...pause... Dunmore Lasses ------------7--|----------0--|-------------|--0-------------------- --0-232320--0--|-0-23232--0--|-0-232320--7-|--2-------------------- --0------0--7--|-0------5-0--|-0------0--0-|--0-------------------- --2------------|-2-----------|-2---------7-|--0-------------------- ---2020------------2020------------------------------------------- --0----3----0----0-----3---2-------------------------------------- --2---------2----2---------0-------------------------------------- --2---------2----2---------0-------------------------------------- Long Verse Short Verse -------------------------------|------------------------0------------------- --0----2--0-0-0--0-0--------0--|-0----2-----------------0----0---------0---- --2----0--3-5-3-h2-2-0------2--|-2----0-20-----------02---h2-2-0-------2---- --2----0--5-7-5-------4-/50-2--|-2----0---545-2---245-----------4-/540-2----
Miles Weatherhill
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Miller and the Lass, The
4, 5, 4, 4, 3, 4
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A pretty little lass so brisk and gay,
B G A
Down to the mill she went one day,
D A G D
A peck of corn she had to grind
D G G x400
But there no miller could she find.
D A D riff
But at last the miller did come in,
And unto him she did begin:
"I've a bag of corn for you to grind
And I can but stay for a little time.”
"Come sit you down my sweet pretty dear,
"For I cannot grind your corn I fear
My stone is high and my water low,
And I cannot grind for the mill won't go."
So she sat down on a sack to chat
They talked of this and they talked of that,
They talked of love, of love proved kind,
And she soon found out that the mill would grind.
"Oh! Now I see, Mister Miller-man,
You grind all flour but grind no bran."
Then an easy up and an easy down -
She could hardly tell that her corn was ground.
"Now I think I will take the fast way home,
And if my mother ask me why I've been so long,
I'll say I've been ground by a score or more
But I've never been ground so well before."
Missing You
Verse Chorus 1. 2.
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Dm G Am
In nineteen hundred and eighty six
Dm
There's not much for a chippie or swinging the pick
Dm G Am
And you can't live on love and on love alone
Dm
So you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam
To where you're a Paddy, you're a Biddy, your a Mick
Good for nothing but stacking the brick
And your best mate's a spade and he carries a hod
Two work horses heavily shod
F C G Dm
Oh I'm missing you
F C Am
I'd give all for the price of the flight
F C G Dm
Oh I'm missing you
F C G
Under Piccadilly's neon
Who did you murder, or are you a spy?
I'm fond of a drink helps me laugh, helps me cry
Now I just drink red biddy for a permanent high
And I laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die
All you young people now take my advice
Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice
Cause you can't live without love, without love alone
And the proof's around London in the nobody zone
Where the summer is fine, but the winter's a fridge
Wrapped up in old cardboard under Charing Cross Bridge
And I'll never go home now because of the shame
Of the misfit's reflection in a shop window pane
G Dm
I'm missing you, I'm missing you, I'm missing you
Mountain Dew
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Nancy Spain
D
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G A D
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Of all the stars that ever shone
Not one does twinkle like your pale blue eyes
Like golden corn at harvest time your hair
Sailing in my boat the wind
Gently blows and fills my sail
Your sweet-scented breath is everywhere
Daylight peeping through the curtain
Of the passing night time is your smile
And the sun in the sky is like your laugh
Come back to me my Nancy
Linger for just a little while
Since you left these shores I've known no peace nor joy
CHORUS
No matter where I wander I'm still haunted by your name
The portrait of your beauty stays the same
Standing by the ocean wondering where you've
Gone, if you'll return again
Where is the ring I gave to Nancy Spain
On the day in spring when snow starts to melt and streams to flow
With the birds I'll sing this song
Then in the while I'll wander
Down by bluebell stream where wild flowers grow
And I'll hope that lovely Nancy will return
(CHORUS)
One Starry Night
CAPO 6
G#???
D A G D | G D A G
D A G D | G D A A
(alt part 1)
A G G A
MELODY 1... 2...
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Intro a capella, first two lines only.
arp. the second two lines (no accents)
Liam Weldon
The Red Knickers
Christy Moore - Little Mother
D A G G - D
1st One starry night, I lay a dreaming
arp..G D A A - G (all arp, no riff)
One starry night, I lay in my bed
arp D A G G - D
I dreamed I heard, wagon wheels creakin'
arp G D A 2p4 A
And when I woke, my own love had fled
A A - G G G - A
reg I'll search the highways, I'll search the byways
arp..G D A A - G ... riff 1 (or 2)
I'll search the boreens, and camping place too
D A G G - D
I will inquire, all from our people
G D A 2p4 A
Have they tide or tidings, or sight of you
A A - G G G - A
reg Many's the mile, love, o' with you I've traveled
arp..G D A A - G ... riff 1 (or 2)
Many is the hour, love, with you I've spent
D A G G - D
I thought you were my love, forever
G D A 2p4 A
But now I find, love, you were only lent
reg Play all "riff style"....
(more aggressive now)
A A - G G G-A
reg I'm drunk today, love, but at times I'm sober
arp.. G D A A - G ... riff 1 (or 2)
I'm a constant rover from town to town
D A G G-D
When I am dead, love with my troubles over,
G D A 2p4 A
Molly Bán a stoirín, wont you lay me down
Softly....
< repeat Many's the Mile verse >
First verse A part, end on G
Paddy's Lament
Am G Am G F G Am -------------------|----------------|----------------- -------------------|-------0020-----|----------------- --022332----2020---|-----02----52---|---------220----- -5--------------40-|-0225-----------|--2455424---42--- Am G A Em Am G F Em Am Well it's by the hush me boys, and that's to mind your noise And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration I was by hunger pressed, and in poverty distressed So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation. Well I sold me horse and cow, my little pigs and sow My father's farm of land I then departed And me sweetheart Bid Magee I'm afraid I'll never see For I left her there that morning broken hearted. Chorus: Here ye boys, now take my advice To America I'll have you'se not be coming There is nothing here but war, where the northern cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin. Well myself and a hundred more to America sailed o'er Our fortunes to be making we were thinking When we got to Yankee land they put guns into our hands Saying “Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln.” General Meagher to us he said, “If you get shot or lose your head Every mother's son of you will get a pension.” Well in the war I lost me leg, all I've now's a wooden peg By my soul it is the truth to you I mention. Well I think meself in luck if I get fed on Indian buck And old Ireland is the country I delight in To the devil I would say, “God curse Amerikay” For in truth I've had enough of their hard fightin'.
Paddy’s Green Shamrock Shore
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From Derry quay we sailed away on the twenty-third of May
G D G D D7 C
We were taken on board by a pleasant crew, bound for Amerikay
G D G D D7 C
Fresh water then we did take on, five thousand gallons or more
D D/F# G D C C/B
In case we'd run short going to New York far away from the shamrock
D
shore.
In between verses: D C C/B D
2. Then fare thee well, sweet Liza dear and likewise unto Derry town
And twice farewell to my comrades brave that dwell on that sainted
ground
If fame or fortune shall favour me, and I to have money in store
I'll go back and I'll wed the wee lassie I left on Paddy's green
shamrock shore.
3. At twelve o'clock we came in sight of famous Mullin Head
And Innistrochlin to the right stood out on the ocean's bed.
A grander sight ne'er met my eyes than e'er I saw before
Than the sun going down 'twixt sea and sky far away from the shamrock
shore.
4. We sailed three weeks, we were all seasick, not a man on board was free
We were all confined unto our bunks and no-one to pity poor me.
No father kind nor mother dear to lift up my head, which was sore
Which made me think more on the lassie I left on Paddy's green shamrock
shore.
5. We safely reached the other side after fifteen and twenty days,
We were taken as passengers by a man and led round in six different
ways,
Then each of us drank a parting glass, in case we'd meet no more
And we drank a health to old Ireland and Paddy's green shamrock shore.
We landed on the other side
In three and thirty days
And drinking over a parting glass
We all went our separate ways
We took each comrade by the hand
In case we might never meet more
And we drank a health
To old Ireland
And Paddy's green shamrock shore.
Patrick's Arrival
CAPO 7
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D
You've heard of St. Denis of France.
A
He never had much for to brag on.
D
You've heard of St. George and his lance
A
Who killed d'old heathenish dragon.
D
The Saints of the Welshmen and Scot
A
Are a couple of pitiful pipers
D
And might just as well go to pot
A
When compared to the patron of vipers:
D A D
St. Patrick of Ireland, my dear.
He sailed to the Emerald Isle
On a lump of a pavin' stone mounted.
He beat the steamboat by a mile
Which mighty good sailing was counted.
Says he, "The salt water, I think,
Has made me unmerciful thirsty;
So bring me a flagon to drink
To wash down the mullygrups, burst ye,
Of drink that is fit for a Saint."
He preached then with wonderful force
The ignorant natives a teaching,
With pints washed down each discourse,
For, says he, "I detest your dry preaching."
The people in wonderment struck
At a pastor so pious and civil,
Exclaimed, "We're for you, my old buck,
And we'll heave our blind Gods to the divil,
Who dwells in hot water below."
This finished, our worshipful man
Went to visit an elegant fellow
Whose practise each cool afternoon
Was to get most delightfully mellow.
That day with a barrel of beer,
He was drinking away with abandon.
Say's Patrick, "It's grand to be here.
I drank nothing to speak of since landing,
So give me a pull from your pot."
He lifted the pewter in sport.
Believe me, I tell you, it's no fable.
A gallon he drank from the quart
And left it back full on the table.
"A miracle!" everyone cried
And all took a pull on the Stingo.
They were mighty good hands at that trade
And they drank 'til they fell yet, by Jingo.
The pot still frothed o'er the brim.
Next day said the host, "It's a fast,
And I've nothing to eat but cold mutton.
On Fridays who'd make such repast
Except an un-Christian-like glutton?"
Said Pat, "Stop this nonsense, I beg.
What you tell me is nothing but gammon."
When the host brought down the lamb's leg,
Pat ordered to turn it to salmon,
And the leg most politely complied.
You've heard, I suppose, long ago,
How the snakes, in a manner most antic,
He marched to the county Mayo
C (longer line)
And ordered them all into the Atlantic.
Hence never use water to drink
The people of Ireland determine
With mighty good reason, I think,
For Patrick has filled it with vermin,
And snakes and such other things.
He was a fine man as you'd meet
From Fairhead to Kilcrumper,
Though under the sod he is laid,
Let's all drink his health in a bumper.
I wish he was here that my glass
He might by art magic replenish,
But since he is not, why alas!
My old song must come to a finish
Because all the liquor is gone.
Plains of Kildare, The
The breakdown section is completely different than Andy's amazing 7/8 section. This is what
we recorded on our first CD.
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Intro
Em Em Em A D G D
Verse with lead guitar
Fill 1
Em D D A (rest)
Em D
Come all you bold sportsmen and listen to my story
Em D
It's about noble Stewball that gallant racing pony
Em G D
Arthur Marble was the man that first brought Stewball here
D D Em
For to run with Miss Griesel on the Plains of Kildare.
Fill 2
Em D (rest) Em (rest)
O the fame of his actions we've heard of before
But now he is challenged by young Mrs. Gore
For to run with Miss Griesel that handsome grey mare
For ten thousand gold guineas on the Plains of Kildare.
Fill 1 (Em D D A)
And the cattle they were brought out with saddle whip and bridle
And the gentlemen did shout at the sight of the gallant riders
And in viewing the cattle just as they came there
O they all laid their money on the Monaghan grey mare.
Fill 1 (Em D D A)
And the order it was given and away they did fly
Stewball like an arrow the grey mare passed by
And if you had've been there for to see them going round
You'd've thought to your heart their feet ne'er touched the ground.
Fill 1 (Em D D A)
And when at last they came to half way round the course
Stewball and his rider began to discourse
Says Stewball to the rider "Can you tell to me
How far is that grey mare this moment from me."
Fill 2 (Em D . Em)
Says the rider to Stewball "You run in great style
You're ahead of the grey mare almost half a mile
And if you keep your running I vow and I swear
That you never will be beaten by the Monaghan grey mare."
Fill 1 (Em D D A)
Em x4 Speed up...... Em/ // // GD x12
SOLO
GALLOP SOLO
Fill 1 (Em D D A)
The last winning post, Stewball passed it quite handy
Horse and rider both called for sherry wine and brandy
And they drank up a health to the noble grey mare
For she emptied their pockets on the Plains of Kildare.
Fill 2 (Em D . Em)
Verse with lead
Fill 1 but ends on the Em that starts the Intro (Em D D Em)
Intro and finish.
Raggle Taggle Gypsy
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There were three auld gypsies came to our hall door.
Am G Em
They came brave and boldly-o.
Am Em F7
And one sang high and the other sang low
Am G Am
And the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o.
It was upstairs, downstairs the lady went,
Put on her suit of leather-o,
And it was the cry all around her door;
"She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"
She gave to them a glass of wine,
She gave to them some brandy,
And the fine gold ring that the lady wore
Well she gave it to the raggle taggle gypsy-o
It was late that night when the lord came in,
Enquiring for his lady-o,
And the servant girl's reply to him was;
"She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"
"Then saddle for me my milk-white steed
Me big horse is not speedy-o
And I will ride and I'll seek me bride,
She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"
He rode east and he rode west
He rode north and south also,
And when he rode to the wide open field
It was there that he spied his lady-o.
"Arra, why did you leave your house and your land,
Why did you leave your money-o?
Why did you leave your only wedded lord
All for the raggle taggle gypsy-o?"
"Yerra what do I care for me house and me land?
What do I care for money-o?
What do I care for me only wedded lord?
I'm away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"
"It was there last night you'd a goose feather bed,
Blankets drawn so comely-o.
But tonight you lie in a wide open field
In the arms of the raggle taggle gypsy-o"
"Yerra, what do I care for me goose feather bed?
Yerra, what do I care for blankets-o?
What do I care for me only wedded lord?
I'm away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"
"Oh, for you rode east when I rode west,
You rode high and I rode low.
I'd rather have a kiss of the yellow gypsy's lips
Than all the gold and the money-o"
Ratcliffe Highway
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As I was a-walking down London
D
From Wapping to Ratcliffe Highway
Gm D
I chanced to go into a gin-shop
F D Gm
To spend a long night and a day
A young doxy came rolling up to me
And asked if I'd money to sport
For a bottle of gin changed a guinea
And she quickly replied: 'That's the sort'
When the bottle was put on the table
There was glasses for everyone
When I asked for the change of my guinea
She tipped me a verse of her song
And then she flew into a passion,
And placed both her hands on her hip,
Saying Sailor, don't you know our fashion?
Do you think you're on board of your ship?
'If this is your fashion to rob me
Such a fashion I'll never abide
So give me the change of my guinea
Or else I'll give you a broadside'
A gold watch hung over her mantel
So the change of my guinea I take
And down the stairs I ran nimbly
Saying: 'Damn my old boots, I'm well paid'
The night being dark in my favour
To the river I quickly did slip
And I jumped in a boat bound for Detford
And got safe aboard of my ship
So come all you bold young sailors
That ramble down Ratcliffe Highway
If you chance to go into a gin-shop
Beware, lads, how long you do stay
For the songs and the liquors invite you
And your heart will be all in a rage
If you give them a guinea for a bottle
They’ll send you to hell for the change
Red Haired Mary
CAPO 6
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As I was going.... V1
Will you come.... V1 V2 Br
Chorus
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Now he was feeling.. V1 V2 Br
Chorus
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Around the corner... V2 Br
Chorus
Chorus
Intro
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G C
As I was going to the fair in Dingle, one fine morning last July
G D G
A fine young man came up behind me, red-haired Mary he did cry
G C
Will you come with me my red-haired Mary, the donkey he can carry two,
G D G
I looked at him my eyes a-twinkle, my cheeks they were a rosy hue.
G C G C
Thank you kindly, sir, I answered, then a task that I prepared
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Says I, will you hold the donkey, and I'll ride with you to the Dingle Fair.
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When we reached the town of Dingle, he caught my hand to say goodbye,
G D G
When a tinker he came up behind him and hit him right in his left eye.
Take your hands off red-haired Mary
She and I are to be wed,
We were with the priest this very morning
Tonight we'll lie in our marriage bed.
Now he was feeling very peevish, his poor eye was sad and sore
He kicked the tinker with his hobnails, knocked him through Tom Murphy's door.
He galloped off to meet his father, the tallest man you e'er did see
He tapped him gently with his knuckles, now he's missing two front teeth.
And I a happy Colleen, man with you I'll go, I said
Never mind the priest this very morn, tonight we'll sleep in Murphy's shed.
CHORUS
Around the corner came a peeler, told him I had broke the law
The donkey kicked him on the kneecap, he fell down and broke his jaw.
To the fair we rode together, his black eye and my red hair,
Gazing gaily at the tinker, weren't we the happy pair
CHORUS x2
Robin Hood and the Peddlar
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There chanced to be a Pedlar bold,
A Pedlar bold there chanced to be;
He put his pack all on his back,
And so merrily trudged over the lea.
By chance he met two troublesome men,
Two troublesome men they chanced to be,
The one of them was bold Robin Hood,
And the other was little John so free.
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O Pedlar, Pedlar, what is in thy pack?
Come speedily and tell to me.
I've several suits of the gay green silks,
And silken bowstrings by two or three.
If you have several suits of the gay green silk,
And silken bowstrings two or three
Then, by my body, cries little John,
One half of your pack shall belong to me.
O nay, O nay, said the pedlar bold,
O nay, O nay, that can never be
For there's never a man from fair Nottingham,
Can take one half my pack from me.
Then the Pedlar he pulled off his pack,
And put it a little below his knee,
Saying, If you do move me one perch from this,
My pack and all shall gang with thee.
Then little John he drew his sword,
The Pedlar by his pack did stand,
They fought until they both did sweat,
Till he cried, Pedlar, pray hold your hand.
Then Robin Hood he was standing by,
And he did laugh most heartily,
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Saying, I could find a man of smaller scale,
Could thrash the Pedlar and also thee.
Go you try, master, says little John,
Go you try, master, most speedily,
For by my body, says little John,
I am sure this night you will know me.
Then Robin Hood he drew his sword,
And the pedlar by his pack did stand;
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They fought till the blood in streams did flow,
Till he cried, Pedlar, pray hold your hand.
O Pedlar, Pedlar, what is thy name?
Come speedily and tell to me.
Come, my name I ne'er will tell,
Till both your names you have told to me.
The one of us is bold Robin Hood,
And the other is little John so free.
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Now, says the Pedlar, it lays to my good will,
Whether my name I choose to tell to thee.
I am Gamble Gold of the gay green woods,
And I travelled far beyond the sea,
For killing a man in my father's land,
And from my country was forced to flee.
If you are Gamble Gold of the gay green woods,
And travelled far beyond the sea,
You are my mother's own sister's son
What nearer cousins can we be?
They sheathed their swords, with friendly words,
So merrily they did agree,
They went to a tavern and there they dined,
And cracked bottles most merrily.
Rollicking Boys Around Tandragee, The
Capo II
Gm
Good luck to all here now barring the cat
F
That sits in the corner there smelling a rat
Gm
O wheesht your philandering girls and behave
F Gm
And saving you presence, I'll chant you a stave
I come from the land where the pritties grow big
And the boys neat and handy can swirl in a jig
And the girls they would charm your heart for to see
Those darling colleens around Tandragee
So here's to the boys who are happy and gay
Singing and dancing and tearing away
Rollicksome, frollicksome, frisky and free
We're the rollicking boys around Tandragee
No doubt you have heard of Killarney I'm sure
And sweet Innishowen for a drop of the pure
Dublin's the place for the strawberry beds
And Donnybrook Fair for the cracking of heads
Have you e'er seen an Irishman dancing palltog
How he faces his partner and turns up his brogue
He shakes at the buckle and bends at the knee
They're wonderful dancers in Tandragee
Now the oul jaunting car is an elegant joult
And Derry's a place that is famed for a hoult
Among the green bushes that grow in Tyrone
And the County Fermanagh for muscle and bone
But for feasting and dancing and fun at the fair
Sure there's no one can match with the Rakes of Kildare
Green Erin's my country, the gem of the sea
But the gem of oul Ireland is Tandragee
O where is the man, either Christian or Turk
Could equal the bold Robert Emmett or Burke
O where is the lawyer can speak up like Dan
The devil another, bad luck to the one
And where is the singer can sing like Tom Moore
Whose melodies charm all dull care from your door
But we'll beat them all yet boys, and that you will see
For we're raring fine fellows round Tandragee
Saucy Ward
Come all you valliant heroes, you heroes stout and bold. I'll tell you of a rover, who all the seas controlled. I'll tell you of a rover, quite seldom did appear. But one was such a rover met, as many a day and year. He wrote the queen a letter on the seventh of January To know if he'd go over, old England for to see To know if he'd go over, old England to behold For his pardon he would give, five hundred pounds of gold O nay, oh nay the queen replied, that could never be. To yield to such a rover, with me would never agree Since he deceived the Queen of Scots, likewise the Queen of Spain. Oh how could he prove true to me, that proved so false to them. His daily occupation, was to plunder on the sea And he met one of the queen's fine ships, just at the break of day She was loaded with silks and satin, a cargo of great fame He robbed her of her wealth and store, and sent her home again The queen prepared and built a ship, a ship of noble fame. The rainbow did we call her, you all may know her name. The rainbow did we call her, and off to sea she goes. Five hundred seamen, stout and bold, to be her company. They sailed away until they came, to the spot where Ward did lie. Where is the commander of your ship, their captain he did cry I'm here, I'm here says Saucy Ward, my name I'll ne'er deny If you be one of the queen's fine ships, you're welcome to pass me by. Oh nay, oh nay their captain cries, it grieves my heart full sore To see our merchant ships can't trade, as they did once before. Fight on, fight on, cries Saucy Ward, I value you not a pin. For if you have got men on board, I've powder and ball within At eight oclock in the morning they began this bloody fray. It held from that very moment, until the very same time next day. Fight on, fight on cried Saucy Ward, your fighting it pleases me For if you fight a month or more, your master I will be At last the good ship Rainbow tacks, she fires and strikes in vain. Five hundred of her seamen bold, on her deck were lain. Go home, go home cries Saucy Ward, and tell your old queen from me. That if she rules queen in foreign lands, I rule king of the sea. ----0-0--||---------3---2---32---------|---------3---2---2h3p2-2h3p2-----------| ---0-0---||--0---0---0---0----03/50----|--0---0---0---0-------------30---------| -0-------||-0-0-3-5---0---0--------53--|-0-0-3-5---0---0--------------530------| ---------||--------------------------5-|---------------------------------5-5/7-| ---------320--2h3p2----------------|-----------------------------------| --0---0-------------30-------------|--0---0--0-0------0------0---------| -0-0-3-5--------------530-/87-53---|-0-0-3-5--0--530-5-5-30-0--22h3p20-| --------------------------------5--|-----------------------5-----------| ---0--0-/8-87---750-320--022h3p2p0--|----------------------------------------------------- --0--0----0---0--------3-----------|-------------------------------------- -0--3------------------------------|----------------------------------- -----------------------------------|--------------------------------- --------023-2h3p2p0-20---------0------------------------------------------------- ------03--------------0--------0---------------------------------------- --0235------------------53--0--0-------------------------------------------- --------------------------5----2-------------------------------------- -----------------|---------------------|------------------------------ ------0--00------|-033-0-------00------|--------------------------------------- --0035-5---53-0--|------53553-5--530---|--------------------------------------------- -5-----------5---|------------------5--|---------------------------------
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Gm F Gm
Oh father dear I oft-times hear you speak of Erin´s Isle
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Her lofty scene and valley green, her mountains rude and wild
Gm C7 D
They say it is a lovely place where in a prince might dwell
Gm F Gm
Then why did you abandon it? The reason to me tell.
My son I loved our native land with energy and pride
Until a blight came o’er my crops and my sheep and cattle died,
The rent and taxes were to pay, I could not them redeem,
And that´s the cruel reason why I left old Skibbereen
It´s well I do remember that bleak November day,
The bailiff and the landlord came for to drive us all away;
They set the roof on fire with their cursed English spleen,
And that´s another reason why I left old Skibbereen.
And your mother dear, God rest her soul, lay on the snowy ground,
She fainted in the languishing, seein’ the desolation round,
She rose no more but passed away, from life to immortal dream,
And that´s another reason why I left old Skibbereen.
And you were only two years old, and feeble was your frame,
I could not leave you with my friends, while you bore your father’s name,
I wrapped you in my coat of o’er, in the dead of night unseen,
And I heaved a sigh, and I said good-bye, to dear old Skibbereen.
Oh father dear, the day will come when vengeance loud will call,
And Ireland’s men both stout and tall will rally to the call,
I´ll be the man to lead the van beneath our flag of green,
And loud and high we´ll raise the cry: Revenge for Skibereen.
Smoke and Strong Whiskey
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Kids wear white garters and smell like their mothers
C G
Whose husbands and fathers alike
D C
Drink black beer in the same public houses
C D G
Smelling of smoke and strong whiskey
Mammies and daddies and skipping ropes
Lectures from holy men, living in hope
They've not mistaken the brand of their coats
Paid for by their spiritual teachings
A busy year this, the streets running red
How many sent to a nuptial bed
And how many sent home to a winter of graves
And how many wait in for the slaughter
G C D
Oh the holy ground
C D
Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see
Oh, the holy ground
The far away hills ain't as green as they once used to be
It's Easter again and we cannot forget
Brothers and sisters and all that was said
So practice your pipes, stand proud in the wet
But the eyes of the world are upon you
God in his mercy has given us men
To lead us to peace but they can't bring an end
To the profits that pay off the lease on the land
We still send them over the water
Seventeen years and Kelly's a man
Who stands on the street with a gun in his hand
He's Protecting the pipers that play in the band
While the enemy waits with an army
CHORUS
Dia le Heireann, suckle the empire
Dia le Heireann, suffer the loss
Of the green to the blue while the media feeds
On the blood and the pain and the hatred
Father walks home on the colourless night
And the organisation has blinded his sight
D G
His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight
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In the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary
CHORUS
Spancil Hill
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Last night as I lay dreaming, of pleasant days gone by,
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Me mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly,
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I stepped on board a vision, and followed with a will,
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And shortly I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill,
T'was on the twenty third of June, the day before the fair,
When Ireland's sons and daughters, and friends assembled there,
The young the old the brave the bold, their duty to fulfill,
At the parish Church near Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill.
I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say,
The old one's were all dead and gone, the young one's turning grey,
I met with tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still,
Sure he used to make me britches when I lived in Spancil Hill.
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love,
She's as fair as any lilly as gentle as a dove,
She threw her arms around me saying Johnny I love ye still,
She was Meg the farmer's daughter, the pride of Spancil Hill.
I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
She said, "Johnny you're only joking like many's the time before"
The cock he crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill
And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.
St. Brendan's Fair Isle
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When I was a lad on the Emerald Isle,
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I heard many stories both lovely and wild.
D G D
About the great dragons and monsters there be,
G D Bm
That swallow the ships when they sail on the sea.
G
Now, I was an artist with canvas and paints,
D
We sailed with Brendan and his jolly saints.
G
We bid the good people farewell for a while.
D A D G
We sailed to Saint Brendan's fair isle, fair isle,
D A D
We sailed to Saint Brendan's fair isle.
We'd been on the ocean for ninety-five days,
When we came to a spot where the sea was ablaze.
Those demons from Hades was dancing with glee,
And burning the sailors alive on the sea.
Saint Brendan walked on the blistering waves,
And he threw all the demons back down to their caves,
And all of the saints wore a heavenly smile,
We sailed...
One night while the brethren were lying asleep,
Well, a great dragon came up from out of the deep.
He thundered and he lightninged and he made a great din;
He woke up Saint Brendan and all of his men.
The dragon came on with his mouth open wide.
We threw in a cross and the great dragon died.
We plucked him and skinned him and feasted awhile,
We sailed...
Then at last we came onto that beautiful land.
We all went ashore and we walked on the strand.
We took our longbows and killed one pig or two
Then we roasted them up and had hot barbecue.
And after a while we were singing this song,
We noticed that the island was moving along.
We ate and we drank and we rode in high style,
We sailed...
Says Brendan, "Me boys, it is much to my wish
For to ride on the back of the world's biggest fish!
Hold fast to the rope that is pulling the ship,
For we'll need it some day if this fish takes a dip!"
We sailed every ocean, we sailed every sea,
We sailed every spot where a sailor could be.
In forty-four days we sailed ten million miles,
We sailed...
Star of the Country Down
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Sullivan's John
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Sullivan's John to the road you've gone
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Far away from your native home
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You've gone with the tinker's daughter
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Far along the road to roam
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Sullivan's John you won't stick it long
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Till your belly will soon get slack
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When you're out on the road with a mighty load
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And a tool-box all on your back
I met Katy Coffee with her neat baby
Behind on her back strapped on
She'd an oul ash plant all in her hand
For to drive her donkey on
Enquiring at every farmer's house
As along the road she passed
Where could she find an oul pot for to mend
And where could she swap an ass
There's a hairy ass fair in the County Clare
In a place they call Spancil Hill
Where me brother James got a rap of a hames*
And poor Paddy they tried to kill
They loaded him up on a donkey and cart
While Mary and Kate looked on
Bad 'cess to the day that I went away
To join with the tinkers band
Repeat Verse I
Verse with lead
Repeat Verse I
Repeat fist line and slow.
There Was A Maid in Her Father's Garden
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Three Drunken Maidens
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There were three drunken maidens came down from the Isle of Wight
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They started to drink on Monday never stopped till Saturday night
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On Saturday night they came my lads but still they wouldn't get out
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These three drunken maidens they pushed the jug about
They had woodcock and pheasant, partridge and hare
And every sort of dainty, no scarcity was there
They had ten pints a piece me lads but still they wouldn't get out
These three drunken maidens they pushed the jug about
Then in came dancing Sally her cheeks a rosy bloom
Shove o'er you jolly sisters and give young Sal some room
And I will be your equal before the evening's out
And then three drunken maidens they pushed the jug about
Then in came the landlord, he was looking for his pay
Forty pounds for beer me lads these girls were forced to pay
They had ten pounds apiece me lads but still they wouldn't get out
And then three drunken maidens they pushed the jug about
Where are your feathered hats and your mantles rich and fine?
They've all been swallowed up me lads with tankards of fine wine
And where are your fancy men, young maidens frisk and gay?
You left them in the ale house and it's there they'll have to pay.
Three Huntsmen
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It's of three huntsmen brave and bold, as I have heard them say.
They took five hundred guineas, all on one market day,
And as they rode home together, o'er the Wicklow mountains high,
O, it's hold your horse cries Johnson, for I hear a woman cry.
I will not stop says Wilson, I will not stop says he,
And nor will I stop says Gilmore, for robbed I'm afraid we'll be,
But Johnson getting off his horse and searching the woods all round,
Till he found a naked woman with her hair pinned to the ground.
O woman dear O woman dear, how came you here for to span,
Who that brought you here on this May morning, with your hair pinned to the ground?
It was three bold and struggling men, with swords keen in hand,
Who that brought me here this May morning with my hair pinned to the ground.
But my father he's a wealthy man, and your kindness he'll repay,
My life I place all in your hands, protect me sir I pray,
Well Johnson being a man of his own, being valiant brave and bold,
He took off his coat from off his back for to keep her from the cold.
And Johnson getting on his horse, the woman got on behind,
They rode down that lonesome valley, their fortunes for to find,
And as they rode on along the way, as fast as they could ride,
She threw her fingers to her lips and she gave three shivering cries.
Out sprang three bold and struggling men with swords keen in hand,
Who commanded him to tarry, commanded him to stand,
Well I will stand says Johnson, I'll stand then says he,
For I never was in all me life afraid of any three.
And Johnson killing two of them, not minding the woman behind,
As he was at the other one, she stabbed him from behind,
The day was free and a market day, the people all passing by,
Could have seen this awful murder, could have seen poor Johnson die.
Waxies Dargle
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Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
“Will ye come to the Waxies dargle?”
Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan,
“Sure I haven't got a farthing.
I've just been down to Monto town
To see Uncle McArdle
But he didn't have half a crown
For to go to the Waxies dargle.”
“What will ye have?” “I'll have a pint,
I'll have a pint with you sir.”
“And if one of you doesn't order soon,
We'll be thrown out of the boozer.”
Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan,
“Will you go to the Galway races?”
Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan,
“I'll hawk the old man's braces.”
I went down to Capel Street,
To the Jewish moneylenders,
But they wouldn't give me a couple of bob,
On the aul' man's red suspenders.
Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
“We got no beef or mutton
But if we go down to Monto Town,
We might get a drink for nothin' ”
Here's a nice piece of advice,
I heard from an aul' fishmonger,
When food is scarce and you see the hearse,
You know you have died of hunger.
Wearin' The Britches
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Wexford Fisherman
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The red sun rolls down over Ballyteige's waters, and the Saltees grow misty and gray
And at home, on the mainland, our wives and our daughters are wishing good luck on the day.
With the west wind long blowing Our nets overflowing
And a shoal that broke under our lee
And we'll raise high a chorus, the waves lie before us
With a boat full of spoil from the sea.
The winds from the northland are cruel and smiting, and the young lambs are scarce can be saved
But the winds from the eastland are callous and blighting, and adds a full foot to the waves
Oh, sweet west winds singing, the seagulls are winging,
As a hooker that skims light and free
And we'll raise high a chorus, the waves lie before us
With a boat full of spoil from the sea.
The winds from the southland are soft and beguiling and quickens the seed we have set
But the winds from the westland are soothing and brightens and brings on the fish to the net
Then it's oh for the west wind, it's oh for the best wind
And we'll save our poor fishers from dree
And we'll raise high a chorus, the waves lie before us
With a boat full of spoil from the sea.
Phil Fair round the sail, Andy Moore safely guides her, one more tack and we'll make for pier
See my Eileen and Marg'ret and Stacia beside her, will I ever come home to my dear.
Oh, sweet Queen of Heaven, let my prayers be given,
To the babe once set upon your knee
And we'll raise high a chorus, the waves lie before us
With a boat full of spoil from the sea.
From the sea, from the sea....
When the Boys Come Rolling Home
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C G C G Em D
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I always will remember well the day we went away,
F C F C
Sailing out of Dublin in the morning,
C
Our hopes were on tomorrow as we kissed the girls farewell,
F C G C
And our dreams were on the day of our returning.
Chorus:
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There'll be dancin', romancin', and never more we'll roam,
F C Am
There'll be rollin' in the hay, there'll be whiskey in the tay
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when the boys come rolling home.
We safely reached the other side in New York City fair;
In spite of wind and rain and stormy weather,
We all sat down and had a jar, and wished each other well,
And we said that we'd be going back together.
(Chorus)
Now Del went up to Boston, and Sam to Buffalo,
And Pat went all the way to California;
I used to get some letters then, but that was long ago;
And they always spoke of Ireland and returning.
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Well, I'm well over eighty now, my grandson's by my bed;
And here I'm in Chicago and still scheming;
He says he'll take me back again to rest my weary head;
And I'll leave him a legacy of dreaming.
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William Taylor
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I’ll sing you a song about two true lovers
From South Hampton town they came
The young man’s name was William Taylor
The young lass’ name was Sara Jane
Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae
Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae
Going to church for to get married
Sara was dressed in rich array
William knew that he loved another
So he fled and went to sea
Sara dressed in sailor’s clothing
Sailor’s clothing she put on
She’s going to find her own true lover
Far to find him she has gone.
On the ship there was a battle
She was one among the rest
Her jacket quickly fell to pieces
Sailors spied her lady dress
The captain asked what brought her here
And to him well she did say
I’m come to find my own cruel William
He left on our wedding day
If your love is William Taylor
It happens that I know him well
He’s living with a rich young lassie
In the Isle of Mann they dwell
Rise up early in the morning
And walk down by the silver strand
There you'll find your own cruel William
Walking and holding his lover’s hand
Sara rose in morning early
A brace of pistols she did command
She fired and she shot her William Taylor
With his bride at his right hand.
Then the captain was well pleased
He was well pleased by what she’d done
Soon she became a bold commander
Of the captain and his men
Wind that Shakes the Barley (song), The
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