My Brother Bill
My brother Bill is a fireman bold;
He puts out fires.
He's only twenty-four years old;
He puts out fires.
He went to fight a fire one night
When somebody shouted DYNAMITE
Wherever he is he'll be alright;
He puts out fires.
He puts out fires.
He's only twenty-four years old;
He puts out fires.
He went to fight a fire one night
When somebody shouted DYNAMITE
Wherever he is he'll be alright;
He puts out fires.
The Leaving of Liverpool
(There really was a sailing ship called the "Davy Crockett" and a painting of her can be seen in some books about Liverpool.)
Fare thee well, to you, my own true love, I am sailing far away.
I am bound for California, and I hope that I'll return some day.
CHORUS :" So fare thee well, my own true love, and when I return, united we will be;
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me, but, my darling, when I think of thee.
I have signed on a Yankee clipper ship, "DAVY CROCKETT" is her name
and Burgess is the Captain of her,and they say she is a floating shame;
CHORUS :
I have sailed with Burgess once before, and I think I know him well
If a man's a sailor then he might get along,but if not, why then he's sure in hell.
CHORUS :
Fare thee well to Lower Frederick Street, Anson Terrace & old Park Lane.
for I know it will be a long, long time, before I see you again
.CHORUS :
I am bound for California, by way of the stormy Cape Horm.
I will write to you a letter, love, when I am home-ward bound.
CHORUS :
Oh, the sun is shining on the harbour wall, & I wish I could remain.
for I know it will be a long, long time, before I see you again. .CHORUS :
Fare thee well, to you, my own true love, I am sailing far away.
I am bound for California, and I hope that I'll return some day.
CHORUS :" So fare thee well, my own true love, and when I return, united we will be;
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me, but, my darling, when I think of thee.
I have signed on a Yankee clipper ship, "DAVY CROCKETT" is her name
and Burgess is the Captain of her,and they say she is a floating shame;
CHORUS :
I have sailed with Burgess once before, and I think I know him well
If a man's a sailor then he might get along,but if not, why then he's sure in hell.
CHORUS :
Fare thee well to Lower Frederick Street, Anson Terrace & old Park Lane.
for I know it will be a long, long time, before I see you again
.CHORUS :
I am bound for California, by way of the stormy Cape Horm.
I will write to you a letter, love, when I am home-ward bound.
CHORUS :
Oh, the sun is shining on the harbour wall, & I wish I could remain.
for I know it will be a long, long time, before I see you again. .CHORUS :
In My Liverpool Home
I was born in Liverpool, down by the docks.
My religion was Catholic; occupation - hard knocks.
At stealing from lorries, I was adept, and
underneath overcoats each night I slept.
CHORUS: "In my Liverpool home, Da da dah.. in my Liverpool Home, Da da dah..
We speak with an accent exceedingly rare;
(we) meet under a statue exceedingly bare.
If you want a cathedral, we've got one to spare,
in my Liverpool home."
Back in the Forties the world it went mad,
and Hitler he threw at us all that he had.
When the smoke and the dust had all cleared from the air,
"Thank God," said my old man," the Pier Head's still there."
When I grew up, I met Bridget Mc Cann;
she said, "You're not much, but I'm needing a man;
I want sixteen kids, and a house out in Speke;
well, the flesh it was willing, but the spirit was weak.
Oh, the Green and the Orange they battled for years.
They gave us some laughs and they gave us some tears.
But the Wacker don't want no spiritual rewards;
all he wants is a Green Card to get into Ford's
My religion was Catholic; occupation - hard knocks.
At stealing from lorries, I was adept, and
underneath overcoats each night I slept.
CHORUS: "In my Liverpool home, Da da dah.. in my Liverpool Home, Da da dah..
We speak with an accent exceedingly rare;
(we) meet under a statue exceedingly bare.
If you want a cathedral, we've got one to spare,
in my Liverpool home."
Back in the Forties the world it went mad,
and Hitler he threw at us all that he had.
When the smoke and the dust had all cleared from the air,
"Thank God," said my old man," the Pier Head's still there."
When I grew up, I met Bridget Mc Cann;
she said, "You're not much, but I'm needing a man;
I want sixteen kids, and a house out in Speke;
well, the flesh it was willing, but the spirit was weak.
Oh, the Green and the Orange they battled for years.
They gave us some laughs and they gave us some tears.
But the Wacker don't want no spiritual rewards;
all he wants is a Green Card to get into Ford's
I Wish I Was Back in Liverpool
CHORUS: I wish I was back in Liverpool.
Liverpool town where I was born
Where there isn't no trees, no scented breeze
no fields of waving corn.
But there's lots of girls with peroxide curls
And the "black & tan" flows free,
With six in a bed by the old Pier head
And its Liverpool Town for me.
Its seven long years since I wandered away,
To sail the wide world o'er,
My very first trip in an old tramp ship
that was bound for Baltimore.
I was seven days sick, and I just couldn't stick
All that bobbing up and down,
So I told them, jack, to turn right back
To dear old Liverpool Town.
We dug the Mersey Tunnel , boys, way back in '33
Dug a hole in the ground until we found
a 'ole called Wallasey.
The foreman cried, "Get on outside;
the roof is falling down!"
And I'm telling you, Jack, we all SWAM back
To dear old Liverpool Town .
There's every race and colour of face
And every kind of name,
But the pigeons* there in Clayton Square
they treat there all the same
If you walk up Upper Parliament Street,
You'll see faces black & brown,
And I've even seen them orange & green
In dear old Liverpool town.
Liverpool town where I was born
Where there isn't no trees, no scented breeze
no fields of waving corn.
But there's lots of girls with peroxide curls
And the "black & tan" flows free,
With six in a bed by the old Pier head
And its Liverpool Town for me.
Its seven long years since I wandered away,
To sail the wide world o'er,
My very first trip in an old tramp ship
that was bound for Baltimore.
I was seven days sick, and I just couldn't stick
All that bobbing up and down,
So I told them, jack, to turn right back
To dear old Liverpool Town.
We dug the Mersey Tunnel , boys, way back in '33
Dug a hole in the ground until we found
a 'ole called Wallasey.
The foreman cried, "Get on outside;
the roof is falling down!"
And I'm telling you, Jack, we all SWAM back
To dear old Liverpool Town .
There's every race and colour of face
And every kind of name,
But the pigeons* there in Clayton Square
they treat there all the same
If you walk up Upper Parliament Street,
You'll see faces black & brown,
And I've even seen them orange & green
In dear old Liverpool town.
Sloop John B
We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam, yeah
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home
I wanna go home
Why don't let me go home,yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the Cap'n's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home
Why don't you let me go home
(Hoist up the John B's sail)
Hoist up the John B
I feel so broke up I wanna go home
Let me go home
The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don't they let me go home
This is the worst trip I've ever been on
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home
Why don't you let me go home
This is the worst trip I've ever been on
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam, yeah
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home
I wanna go home
Why don't let me go home,yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the Cap'n's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home
Why don't you let me go home
(Hoist up the John B's sail)
Hoist up the John B
I feel so broke up I wanna go home
Let me go home
The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don't they let me go home
This is the worst trip I've ever been on
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home
Why don't you let me go home
This is the worst trip I've ever been on
Rawtenstall Annual Fair
Down behind the gasworks, down in Rawtenstall,
That's a little town in Lancashire.
Last Saturday night, me and the lads,
Ee by gum we 'ad some reet good cheer.
There were ice creams, switch backs, coconuts, and waxworks,
Figure eights and roundabouts,
And weren't we all delighted when we heard the showman shout:
"Oh, roll up, roll up, come and see the fat girl,
Forty stone o' loveliness and evr'y bit's her own."
Ee she were a big 'un, Wi't accent on the big,
And all the fellas wi' walking sticks kept giving her a dig.
She were a great big lassie, as didn't know her chassis
Were blown up wi' air I do declare.
Well everthin' were champion, until some silly clown,
Stabbed her with a pin - said the showman with a frown
"All hands to the pumps lads, mi vessel's goin' down",
At the Rawtenstall Annual Fair.
"Roll up, roll up, see the house o' myst'ry,
Ladies pay a tanner to be tickled in the dark."
In went the lads, just for a peep,
The showman pulled a lever and they landed in a heap.
Well, down he shot 'em, right to the bottom,
Frills and things for ev'ryone to see.
There were shoutin', screamin', ev'rythin' were rife,
I saw some funny things I've never seen in all mi life,
I saw some funny things I've never seen upon mi wife,
At the Rawtenstall Annual Fair.
"Roll up, roll up, come and see the mermaid,
See the lovely lady, half a woman, half a fish."
In went the lads, to show it wasn't swank,
When little Tommy Higgins put some whisky in the tank.
Well, she got frisky, swimmin' in the whisky,
And when she came up for air,
She bowed to the audience, gave her tail a swish,
Her tail it came off and she really looked delish.
She said "What do you want boys, a bit o' meat or fish",
At the Rawtenstall Annual Fair.
"Roll up, roll up, see the tattoed lady,
See the lovely lady with the pictures on her skin."
In went the lads and they began to cheer,
To see that on her back were all the towns o' Lancashire.
There were Odsall Bottom, Manchester City,
The town hall standin' in the square.
There were Oldham, Bolton, Ashton-under-Lyne,
'Coal pit up at Burnley were lookin' mighty fine,
Till someone shouted "Daddy, don't go down the mine",
At the Rawtenstall Annual Fair.
That's a little town in Lancashire.
Last Saturday night, me and the lads,
Ee by gum we 'ad some reet good cheer.
There were ice creams, switch backs, coconuts, and waxworks,
Figure eights and roundabouts,
And weren't we all delighted when we heard the showman shout:
"Oh, roll up, roll up, come and see the fat girl,
Forty stone o' loveliness and evr'y bit's her own."
Ee she were a big 'un, Wi't accent on the big,
And all the fellas wi' walking sticks kept giving her a dig.
She were a great big lassie, as didn't know her chassis
Were blown up wi' air I do declare.
Well everthin' were champion, until some silly clown,
Stabbed her with a pin - said the showman with a frown
"All hands to the pumps lads, mi vessel's goin' down",
At the Rawtenstall Annual Fair.
"Roll up, roll up, see the house o' myst'ry,
Ladies pay a tanner to be tickled in the dark."
In went the lads, just for a peep,
The showman pulled a lever and they landed in a heap.
Well, down he shot 'em, right to the bottom,
Frills and things for ev'ryone to see.
There were shoutin', screamin', ev'rythin' were rife,
I saw some funny things I've never seen in all mi life,
I saw some funny things I've never seen upon mi wife,
At the Rawtenstall Annual Fair.
"Roll up, roll up, come and see the mermaid,
See the lovely lady, half a woman, half a fish."
In went the lads, to show it wasn't swank,
When little Tommy Higgins put some whisky in the tank.
Well, she got frisky, swimmin' in the whisky,
And when she came up for air,
She bowed to the audience, gave her tail a swish,
Her tail it came off and she really looked delish.
She said "What do you want boys, a bit o' meat or fish",
At the Rawtenstall Annual Fair.
"Roll up, roll up, see the tattoed lady,
See the lovely lady with the pictures on her skin."
In went the lads and they began to cheer,
To see that on her back were all the towns o' Lancashire.
There were Odsall Bottom, Manchester City,
The town hall standin' in the square.
There were Oldham, Bolton, Ashton-under-Lyne,
'Coal pit up at Burnley were lookin' mighty fine,
Till someone shouted "Daddy, don't go down the mine",
At the Rawtenstall Annual Fair.
Uncle Joe's Mint Balls
Now there’s a place in Wigan a place you all should know
A busy little factory where things are all the go
They don’t make Jakes or Eccles Cakes or things to stick on walls
But night and day they work away at Uncle Joe’s Mint Balls
Chorus (to be sung after each verse)
Uncle Joe’s Mint Balls keep you all aglow
Give ‘em to your grannie and watch the beggar go
Away with coughs and sniffles, take a few in hand
Suck ‘em and see, you’ll agree
They’re the best in all the land
Me dad has always wanted curly hair on his bald head
Suck an Uncle Joe’s Mint Ball that’s what the doctor said
So he got an Uncle Joe’s Mint Ball and sucked it all night long
When he got up next morning, he’d hairs all over his tongue
Me uncle Albert passed away from ale upon the brain
The doctors said that he were dead and would never walk again
So they gave the corpse an Uncle Joe’s and then stood back aghast
Cos the corpse jumped up and ran to the pub and spent the insurance brass
Me granny said me granddad ‘e were gettin’ old and slow
And fire in grandad’s boiler ‘ad gone out long ago
So ‘e got an Uncle Joe’s Mint Ball, sucked it all the night
But his hot breath singed her vest and set the bed alight
We ‘ad a pigeon it were bald and couldn’t fly too fast
Never won places in the races, always come in last
Though it were bald, no feathers at all it won a race one day
We give it an Uncle Joe’s Mint Ball and it ran al’t bloody way
I had a girl her name was May in passion she were lackin’
Fed ‘er with whisky to make ‘er frisky, still she wouldn’t get crackin’
So I gave her an Uncle Joe’s Mint Ball to get ‘er all aglow
Now she combs the streets of Wigan, looking for Uncle Joe!
We gave some to the coalman’s ‘orse as it stood in the road
It gave a cough then beggared off with it’s cart an’ load
It ran onto the racecourse going like a bird
Covered the track with nutty slack and came first, second and third
The RSPCA have bought six tons of Uncle Joe’s
To give to all the animules to keep ‘em all aglow
Our budgie now is six foot tall, the cat is eight foot three
And all the poor brass monkeys are as happy as can be.
A busy little factory where things are all the go
They don’t make Jakes or Eccles Cakes or things to stick on walls
But night and day they work away at Uncle Joe’s Mint Balls
Chorus (to be sung after each verse)
Uncle Joe’s Mint Balls keep you all aglow
Give ‘em to your grannie and watch the beggar go
Away with coughs and sniffles, take a few in hand
Suck ‘em and see, you’ll agree
They’re the best in all the land
Me dad has always wanted curly hair on his bald head
Suck an Uncle Joe’s Mint Ball that’s what the doctor said
So he got an Uncle Joe’s Mint Ball and sucked it all night long
When he got up next morning, he’d hairs all over his tongue
Me uncle Albert passed away from ale upon the brain
The doctors said that he were dead and would never walk again
So they gave the corpse an Uncle Joe’s and then stood back aghast
Cos the corpse jumped up and ran to the pub and spent the insurance brass
Me granny said me granddad ‘e were gettin’ old and slow
And fire in grandad’s boiler ‘ad gone out long ago
So ‘e got an Uncle Joe’s Mint Ball, sucked it all the night
But his hot breath singed her vest and set the bed alight
We ‘ad a pigeon it were bald and couldn’t fly too fast
Never won places in the races, always come in last
Though it were bald, no feathers at all it won a race one day
We give it an Uncle Joe’s Mint Ball and it ran al’t bloody way
I had a girl her name was May in passion she were lackin’
Fed ‘er with whisky to make ‘er frisky, still she wouldn’t get crackin’
So I gave her an Uncle Joe’s Mint Ball to get ‘er all aglow
Now she combs the streets of Wigan, looking for Uncle Joe!
We gave some to the coalman’s ‘orse as it stood in the road
It gave a cough then beggared off with it’s cart an’ load
It ran onto the racecourse going like a bird
Covered the track with nutty slack and came first, second and third
The RSPCA have bought six tons of Uncle Joe’s
To give to all the animules to keep ‘em all aglow
Our budgie now is six foot tall, the cat is eight foot three
And all the poor brass monkeys are as happy as can be.
Champion The Wonder Horse
Frankie Laine
Champion the wonder horse
Champion the wonder horse
Like a streak of lightnin' flashing 'cross the sky
Like the swiftest arrow whizzing from a bow
Like a mighty cannonball he seems to fly
You'll hear about him everywhere you go
The time will come when everyone will know
The name of.....Champion the wonder horse
Champion the wonder horse
Champion the wonder horse
Champion the wonder horse
Like a streak of lightnin' flashing 'cross the sky
Like the swiftest arrow whizzing from a bow
Like a mighty cannonball he seems to fly
You'll hear about him everywhere you go
The time will come when everyone will know
The name of.....Champion the wonder horse
Champion the wonder horse
Ghost Riders
An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi yaaaaay
Ghost Riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cry
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies
Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi Yaaaaay
Ghost Riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi yaaaaay
Ghost Riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cry
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies
Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi Yaaaaay
Ghost Riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky
Mon Like Thee
There's an owd chap lives down our street
In a cosy cottage greenhouse
And every Sunday morning when it's fine
Well I often goes and sits with him to have a smoke and chat
Because he is a dear owd friend of mine
And when it's getting dinner time and dinner's ready then
I think it must be time for me to go
But he goes and hangs me hat up
Reight behind the owd front door
And then to my surprise I hear him say
CHORUS
Ee I'm allus glad to see a mon like thee
Thet as welcome lad as welcome as can be
Fotch thi cheer reight up t'table
Stop as long as thow art able
Fer am allus glad to see a mon like thee
One day when I were set wi him
There came a loud rat tat
There came a loud rat tat on Jack's front door
He hurried oer to oppen it and there to his surprise
A hungry tattered beggar stood outside
He asked Jack fer a crust of bread
Jack looked him through and through
And then said bless thi heart lad come inside
And he went and hung tramps hat up
Reight behind the owd front door
And to the tramps surpise he heard Jack say
That beggar did not eat a bit
But down his pale face streaming
The tears were flowing like a shower of rain
He cried lad dust not know mi
Dust not know thi long lost brother
These fifty years again lad back again
I've only put these clothes on just mi lad to try thi
Fer I'm not poor but rich as honey dew
And thet welcome to it all lad
Thi wife and childther too
And that's because mi lad I've found thi true
When Jack he had lived long enough
There came his time to dee
So he booked upon the tram for his last ride
He paid reight up t'terminus
And then got off at sheds
He knocked upon the door and went inside
Well he stood with his cap in both his hands
And said I've come at last
Saint Peter said ey lad I see it's thee
An' he went and hung Jack's cap up
Reight behind the pearly gates
And then to Jack's surprise Saint Peter said
In a cosy cottage greenhouse
And every Sunday morning when it's fine
Well I often goes and sits with him to have a smoke and chat
Because he is a dear owd friend of mine
And when it's getting dinner time and dinner's ready then
I think it must be time for me to go
But he goes and hangs me hat up
Reight behind the owd front door
And then to my surprise I hear him say
CHORUS
Ee I'm allus glad to see a mon like thee
Thet as welcome lad as welcome as can be
Fotch thi cheer reight up t'table
Stop as long as thow art able
Fer am allus glad to see a mon like thee
One day when I were set wi him
There came a loud rat tat
There came a loud rat tat on Jack's front door
He hurried oer to oppen it and there to his surprise
A hungry tattered beggar stood outside
He asked Jack fer a crust of bread
Jack looked him through and through
And then said bless thi heart lad come inside
And he went and hung tramps hat up
Reight behind the owd front door
And to the tramps surpise he heard Jack say
That beggar did not eat a bit
But down his pale face streaming
The tears were flowing like a shower of rain
He cried lad dust not know mi
Dust not know thi long lost brother
These fifty years again lad back again
I've only put these clothes on just mi lad to try thi
Fer I'm not poor but rich as honey dew
And thet welcome to it all lad
Thi wife and childther too
And that's because mi lad I've found thi true
When Jack he had lived long enough
There came his time to dee
So he booked upon the tram for his last ride
He paid reight up t'terminus
And then got off at sheds
He knocked upon the door and went inside
Well he stood with his cap in both his hands
And said I've come at last
Saint Peter said ey lad I see it's thee
An' he went and hung Jack's cap up
Reight behind the pearly gates
And then to Jack's surprise Saint Peter said
Bread And Fishes
As I was a walking one morning in spring
I met with some travellers on an old country lane
One was an old man the second a maid
The third was a young boy who smiled as he said
CHORUS
With the wind in the willows and the birds in the sky
There's a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie
We have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine
To share on our journey with all of mankind
So I asked them to tell me their names and their race
That I might remember their kindness and grace
My name it is Joseph this is Mary my wife
And this is our young son who is our dear life
CHORUS
So I sat down beside them with the gay flowers around
We ate from our mantle spread out on the ground
They told me of people of prophets and kings
And all of the one god who knew everything
CHORUS
We are travelling to Glaston down Englands green lanes
To hear of mens troubles to hear of mens pains
We travel the wide world over land over sea
To tell all the people how they can be free
CHORUS
So sadly I left them on that old country lane
I know that I never shall see them again
One was an old man the second a maid
The third was a young boy who smiled as he said
CHORUS
I met with some travellers on an old country lane
One was an old man the second a maid
The third was a young boy who smiled as he said
CHORUS
With the wind in the willows and the birds in the sky
There's a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie
We have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine
To share on our journey with all of mankind
So I asked them to tell me their names and their race
That I might remember their kindness and grace
My name it is Joseph this is Mary my wife
And this is our young son who is our dear life
CHORUS
So I sat down beside them with the gay flowers around
We ate from our mantle spread out on the ground
They told me of people of prophets and kings
And all of the one god who knew everything
CHORUS
We are travelling to Glaston down Englands green lanes
To hear of mens troubles to hear of mens pains
We travel the wide world over land over sea
To tell all the people how they can be free
CHORUS
So sadly I left them on that old country lane
I know that I never shall see them again
One was an old man the second a maid
The third was a young boy who smiled as he said
CHORUS
Coal Hole Cavalry
Early mornin' dreaming is shattered
One clitter clatter on't cobbles outside
Th'owd knocker upper's rat tattin' on't window
Makin' sure nobody's 'oer lied
CHORUS
Clitterin' clatterin' coal hole cavalry
Gallopin' rain or fine
Clitterin' clatterin' coal hole cavalry
Gallopin' down t'mine
Father yawnin' drizzle on't window
More clitter clatterin' comin down'thill
Stairs are creakin' th'oven doors bangin'
Father a'waitin' for uncle bill
CHORUS
Mam is fillin' his bottle wi' waiter
Clatter clitter clatterin' rattle on't latch
Clogs in't lobby and talkin' quiet
Arguing toss abeawt satday's match
CHORUS
Come on billy lad best get going
Clatter clitter clatterin' front door bang
Going deawn t' mucky owd coal pit
Hear t'pit hat and snap tin clang
CHORUS
Colliers ridin' a million horses
Clatter clitter clatter all over the word
Beggar off injuns cavalry's comin'
Picks and shovels and banners unfurled
CHORUS
Buzzer's blowin' out t'sound o't'victry
Clatter clitter clatterin's over and done
All goes quiet and sleep is comin'
I wish I was a collier it must be fun
One clitter clatter on't cobbles outside
Th'owd knocker upper's rat tattin' on't window
Makin' sure nobody's 'oer lied
CHORUS
Clitterin' clatterin' coal hole cavalry
Gallopin' rain or fine
Clitterin' clatterin' coal hole cavalry
Gallopin' down t'mine
Father yawnin' drizzle on't window
More clitter clatterin' comin down'thill
Stairs are creakin' th'oven doors bangin'
Father a'waitin' for uncle bill
CHORUS
Mam is fillin' his bottle wi' waiter
Clatter clitter clatterin' rattle on't latch
Clogs in't lobby and talkin' quiet
Arguing toss abeawt satday's match
CHORUS
Come on billy lad best get going
Clatter clitter clatterin' front door bang
Going deawn t' mucky owd coal pit
Hear t'pit hat and snap tin clang
CHORUS
Colliers ridin' a million horses
Clatter clitter clatter all over the word
Beggar off injuns cavalry's comin'
Picks and shovels and banners unfurled
CHORUS
Buzzer's blowin' out t'sound o't'victry
Clatter clitter clatterin's over and done
All goes quiet and sleep is comin'
I wish I was a collier it must be fun
Wild Mountain Thyme
For the summer time is coming
And the trees are sweetly bloomin'
And the wild mountain thyme
Blows around the bloomin' heather
CHORUS:
Will ye go lassie go
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin' heather
Will ye go lassie go
I will build my love a bower
By yon' pure crystal fountain
And upon it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain
CHORUS:
If my true love she won't come
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin' heather
CHORUS:
And the trees are sweetly bloomin'
And the wild mountain thyme
Blows around the bloomin' heather
CHORUS:
Will ye go lassie go
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin' heather
Will ye go lassie go
I will build my love a bower
By yon' pure crystal fountain
And upon it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain
CHORUS:
If my true love she won't come
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin' heather
CHORUS:
O flower of Scotland
O flower of Scotland
When will we see your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again
The hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again
Those days are passed now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again
When will we see your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again
The hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again
Those days are passed now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again
Wild Rover
I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I've spent all mi money on whisky and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's no nay never
No nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more
I went into an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady mi money was spent
I asked her for credit she answered me nay
Such a custom as yours I can get any day
Then out of mi pocket I pulled sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She said I have whisky and wines of the best
And the words that I spoke they were only in jest
I'll go back to mi parents confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And if they caress me as oft times before
Then I never will play the wild rover no more
And I've spent all mi money on whisky and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's no nay never
No nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more
I went into an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady mi money was spent
I asked her for credit she answered me nay
Such a custom as yours I can get any day
Then out of mi pocket I pulled sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She said I have whisky and wines of the best
And the words that I spoke they were only in jest
I'll go back to mi parents confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And if they caress me as oft times before
Then I never will play the wild rover no more
Whiskey In The Jar
As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver
Chorus:
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy
(Chorus)
I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
(Chorus)
't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken
(Chorus)
Now there's some take delight in the carriages a rolling
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
(Chorus)
If anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenny
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny
(Chorus)
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver
Chorus:
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy
(Chorus)
I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
(Chorus)
't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken
(Chorus)
Now there's some take delight in the carriages a rolling
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
(Chorus)
If anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenny
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny
(Chorus)
Lancashire Lads
It was last Monday morning,
I heard them call and say,
The orders came this afternoon,
we’re bound to march away.
Chorus:
For the Lancashire lads have gone abroad,
whatever shall we do?
They’re leaving may a pretty fair maid to cry, what shall I do?
Said the mother to the daughter,
what makes you talk so strange.
That you want to marry a soldier lad, the whole wide world to range.
For soldiers they are ramblin’ boys, they have but little pay.
Can they maintain a wife and child on sixteen pence a day?
Chorus
Said the father to the daughter,
"I’ll have you close confined.
You’ll never marry a soldier lad, he’ll be no son of mine.
If you confine me seven long years and after set me free,
I’ll go and find my soldier lad when I gain my liberty.
Chorus
My true loved dressed in scarlet
and turned up with the blue
And every place the he goes in my sweetheart is true.
For they have sweethearts enough, me boys, and girls to please their minds,
But I’ll never forget sweat Manchester, the girls they left behind.
I heard them call and say,
The orders came this afternoon,
we’re bound to march away.
Chorus:
For the Lancashire lads have gone abroad,
whatever shall we do?
They’re leaving may a pretty fair maid to cry, what shall I do?
Said the mother to the daughter,
what makes you talk so strange.
That you want to marry a soldier lad, the whole wide world to range.
For soldiers they are ramblin’ boys, they have but little pay.
Can they maintain a wife and child on sixteen pence a day?
Chorus
Said the father to the daughter,
"I’ll have you close confined.
You’ll never marry a soldier lad, he’ll be no son of mine.
If you confine me seven long years and after set me free,
I’ll go and find my soldier lad when I gain my liberty.
Chorus
My true loved dressed in scarlet
and turned up with the blue
And every place the he goes in my sweetheart is true.
For they have sweethearts enough, me boys, and girls to please their minds,
But I’ll never forget sweat Manchester, the girls they left behind.
Darkies' Sunday School
Young folks, old folks, everybody come,
Join the darkies' Sunday School, make yourself at home,
Please to check your chewing gun and razors at the door,
And you'll hear some Bible stories that you've never heard before.
Shadrak, Meshak, and Abednego
Wouldn't obey the king, so they had to go,
King put 'em in a furnace, to burn 'em up like chaff,
But theyhad asbestos b.v.d.'s and gave the king a laugh.
The world was made in six days and finished on the seventh,
According to the contract, it should have been the eleventh;
But the painters wouldn't paint and the workers wouldn't work,
So the quickest thing to do was fill it in with dirt.
Adam was the first man that ever was invented,
He lived all his life and never was contented;
He was made out of mud in the days gone by,
And hung on the fence in the sun to dry.
Adam was a gardener and Eve, she was his spouse,
They got the sack for stealing fruit and went to keeping house.
They lived a very quiet life and peacful in the main
Until they had a baby and started raising Cain.
Noah was a mariner who sailed around the sea
With a half a dozen wives and a big menagerie.
He failed the first season when it rained for forty days
For in that sort of weather no circus ever pays.
Esau was a cowboy of the wild and woolly make,
Half the farm belonged to him and half belonged to Jake
Now Esau thought his title to the farm was none to clear,
So he sold it out to Jakey for a sandwich and a beer.
Joseph was shepherd, too, he kept his father's goats,
His father used to dress him in the very loudest coats.
His brothers they got jealous and threw him in a well
Joseph went to Heaven and the other's went to ____.
Pharaoh had a daughter, she had a winsome smile,
She found the infant Moses a-floating on the Nile.
She took him to her father with the old familiar tale,
Which is just about as probable as Jonah and the whale.
Jonah was an emigrant, so runs the Bible tale;
He took a steerage passage on a transatlantic whale;
Jonah in the belly of the whale felt quite compressed,
So he pushed a little button and the whale did the rest.
Samson was a husky guy as everyone should know,
He used to lift five hundred pounds as strongman for the show.
One week the bill was rotten and the actors had a souse,
But the strong man act of Samson's, it just brought down the house.
David was a shepherd boy, a plucky little cuss;
Along came Goliath a-looking for a fuss;
David took a slinkie and socked him on the crust,
Goliath reeled a couple of times and then he bit the dust.
Solomon was a wise man, he had a lot of cash,
Queen of Sheba came along and Solly made a mash.
I guess he thought that royalty was rather underpaid
For he took to writing proverbs though he was a king by trade.
Ahab had a lively wife whose name was Jezebel,
When looking out the window, to the dogs below she fell.
"She's gone to the dogs," the people told the king;
Ahab said, he never heard of such a doggone thing.
God made Satan, Satan made sin,
God made a hot place to put Satan in.
Satan didn't like it so he said he wouldn't stay,
He's been acting like the devil ever since that day.
Daniel was a prophet, he wuoldn't obey the king,
The king said to him, "This is a naughty thing."
Put him in the lion's den with lions down beneath,
But Daniel was an artist and he drew the lion's teeth.
Salome was a dancer and she danced before the king,
She wiggled and she wobbled and she shook most everything.
The king says to Salome, "We'll have no scandal here."
"The hell we won't," Salomi said and kicked the chandelier.
Join the darkies' Sunday School, make yourself at home,
Please to check your chewing gun and razors at the door,
And you'll hear some Bible stories that you've never heard before.
Shadrak, Meshak, and Abednego
Wouldn't obey the king, so they had to go,
King put 'em in a furnace, to burn 'em up like chaff,
But theyhad asbestos b.v.d.'s and gave the king a laugh.
The world was made in six days and finished on the seventh,
According to the contract, it should have been the eleventh;
But the painters wouldn't paint and the workers wouldn't work,
So the quickest thing to do was fill it in with dirt.
Adam was the first man that ever was invented,
He lived all his life and never was contented;
He was made out of mud in the days gone by,
And hung on the fence in the sun to dry.
Adam was a gardener and Eve, she was his spouse,
They got the sack for stealing fruit and went to keeping house.
They lived a very quiet life and peacful in the main
Until they had a baby and started raising Cain.
Noah was a mariner who sailed around the sea
With a half a dozen wives and a big menagerie.
He failed the first season when it rained for forty days
For in that sort of weather no circus ever pays.
Esau was a cowboy of the wild and woolly make,
Half the farm belonged to him and half belonged to Jake
Now Esau thought his title to the farm was none to clear,
So he sold it out to Jakey for a sandwich and a beer.
Joseph was shepherd, too, he kept his father's goats,
His father used to dress him in the very loudest coats.
His brothers they got jealous and threw him in a well
Joseph went to Heaven and the other's went to ____.
Pharaoh had a daughter, she had a winsome smile,
She found the infant Moses a-floating on the Nile.
She took him to her father with the old familiar tale,
Which is just about as probable as Jonah and the whale.
Jonah was an emigrant, so runs the Bible tale;
He took a steerage passage on a transatlantic whale;
Jonah in the belly of the whale felt quite compressed,
So he pushed a little button and the whale did the rest.
Samson was a husky guy as everyone should know,
He used to lift five hundred pounds as strongman for the show.
One week the bill was rotten and the actors had a souse,
But the strong man act of Samson's, it just brought down the house.
David was a shepherd boy, a plucky little cuss;
Along came Goliath a-looking for a fuss;
David took a slinkie and socked him on the crust,
Goliath reeled a couple of times and then he bit the dust.
Solomon was a wise man, he had a lot of cash,
Queen of Sheba came along and Solly made a mash.
I guess he thought that royalty was rather underpaid
For he took to writing proverbs though he was a king by trade.
Ahab had a lively wife whose name was Jezebel,
When looking out the window, to the dogs below she fell.
"She's gone to the dogs," the people told the king;
Ahab said, he never heard of such a doggone thing.
God made Satan, Satan made sin,
God made a hot place to put Satan in.
Satan didn't like it so he said he wouldn't stay,
He's been acting like the devil ever since that day.
Daniel was a prophet, he wuoldn't obey the king,
The king said to him, "This is a naughty thing."
Put him in the lion's den with lions down beneath,
But Daniel was an artist and he drew the lion's teeth.
Salome was a dancer and she danced before the king,
She wiggled and she wobbled and she shook most everything.
The king says to Salome, "We'll have no scandal here."
"The hell we won't," Salomi said and kicked the chandelier.
Green Grow the Rushes O
I'll sing you one, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What is your one, O?
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you two, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your two, O?
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you three, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your three, O?
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you four, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your four, O?
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you five, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your five, O?
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you six, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your six, O?
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you seven, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your seven, O?
Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you eight, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your eight, O?
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you nine, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your nine, O?
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you ten, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your ten, O?
Ten for the Ten Commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you eleven, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your eleven, O?
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven, and
Ten for the Ten Commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you twelve, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your twelve, O?
Twelve for the twelve apostles,
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven, and
Ten for the Ten Commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
Green grow the rushes, O
What is your one, O?
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you two, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your two, O?
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you three, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your three, O?
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you four, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your four, O?
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you five, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your five, O?
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you six, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your six, O?
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you seven, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your seven, O?
Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you eight, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your eight, O?
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you nine, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your nine, O?
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you ten, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your ten, O?
Ten for the Ten Commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you eleven, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your eleven, O?
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven, and
Ten for the Ten Commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you twelve, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your twelve, O?
Twelve for the twelve apostles,
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven, and
Ten for the Ten Commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
Waltzing Matilda
Once a jolly swagman sat beside the billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billabong
Up jumped the swagman and seized him with glee
And he sang as he tucked jumbuck in his tuckerbag
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
Down came the stockman, riding on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers, one, two, three.
"Where's the jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billabong,
"You'll never catch me alive," cried he
And his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billabong,
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billabong
Up jumped the swagman and seized him with glee
And he sang as he tucked jumbuck in his tuckerbag
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
Down came the stockman, riding on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers, one, two, three.
"Where's the jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billabong,
"You'll never catch me alive," cried he
And his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billabong,
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
Alouette
content - I don't quite remember the words.....
Manchester Rambler
(Ewan MacColl)
I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon
I've camped by the Waynestones as well
I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder
And many more things I can tell
My rucksack has oft been me pillow
The heather has oft been me bed
And sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead
Chorus:I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
I may be a wageslave on Monday
But I am a free man on Sunday
The day was just ending and I was descending
Down Grinesbrook just by Upper Tor
When a voice cried "Hey you" in the way keepers do
He'd the worst face that ever I saw
The things that he said were unpleasant
In the teeth of his fury I said
"Sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead"
He called me a louse and said "Think of the grouse"
Well i thought, but I still couldn't see
Why all Kinder Scout and the moors roundabout
Couldn't take both the poor grouse and me
He said "All this land is my master's"
At that I stood shaking my head
No man has the right to own mountains
Any more than the deep ocean bed
I once loved a maid, a spot welder by trade
She was fair as the Rowan in bloom
And the bloom of her eye watched the blue Moreland sky
I wooed her from April to June
On the day that we should have been married
I went for a ramble instead
For sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead
So I'll walk where I will over mountain and hill
And I'll lie where the bracken is deep
I belong to the mountains, the clear running fountains
Where the grey rocks lie ragged and steep
I've seen the white hare in the gullys
And the curlew fly high overhead
And sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead.
I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon
I've camped by the Waynestones as well
I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder
And many more things I can tell
My rucksack has oft been me pillow
The heather has oft been me bed
And sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead
Chorus:I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
I may be a wageslave on Monday
But I am a free man on Sunday
The day was just ending and I was descending
Down Grinesbrook just by Upper Tor
When a voice cried "Hey you" in the way keepers do
He'd the worst face that ever I saw
The things that he said were unpleasant
In the teeth of his fury I said
"Sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead"
He called me a louse and said "Think of the grouse"
Well i thought, but I still couldn't see
Why all Kinder Scout and the moors roundabout
Couldn't take both the poor grouse and me
He said "All this land is my master's"
At that I stood shaking my head
No man has the right to own mountains
Any more than the deep ocean bed
I once loved a maid, a spot welder by trade
She was fair as the Rowan in bloom
And the bloom of her eye watched the blue Moreland sky
I wooed her from April to June
On the day that we should have been married
I went for a ramble instead
For sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead
So I'll walk where I will over mountain and hill
And I'll lie where the bracken is deep
I belong to the mountains, the clear running fountains
Where the grey rocks lie ragged and steep
I've seen the white hare in the gullys
And the curlew fly high overhead
And sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead.
Away With Rum
We're coming, we're coming, our brave little band
On the right side of temperance we do take our stand
We don't use tobacco, because we do think
The people who use it are likely to drink
Away, away with rum by gum, with rum by gum, with rum by gum
Away, away with rum by gum, the song of the Salvation Army!We never touch honey, it turns into mead,
And stealing from insects is the worst sort of greed
Oh can you imagine a man with DTs
Pursued by a swarm of mad, pink bumblebees?
We never use lotion when we shave our chins
Cause osmosis lets all the alcohol in
Can you imagine what people will say
When you're under the basin, osmosed for the day?
We never eat chocolate because it has nuts
And the least little bite turns a girl to a slut
Oh can you imagine a sorrier mess
Than a girl eating chocolate and trying to undress?
We never eat peaches because they ferment
And a peach will ferment with the least little dent
Oh an you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a man eating peaches until he gets tight?
Oh we-ee have Viceroy for the ma-an who thinks (dated! 1964)
And we-ee have Ban for the man who stinks
But thinking and stinking they don't bother me
I take care of both with Te-e-ton Tea!
We don't drink Coke or Pepsi, they're made from cocaine,
And you might as well shoot it right into your vein.
Oh, can you imagine a sorrier bind
Than rotting your teeth while blowing your mind. (1)
We never drop tea, cause it comes from a pot,
And that could be evil as likely as not,
We don't mind the taste, but it's really bad news,
To get busted for holding what Tom Lipton brews. (1)
We don't step on grapes because that's making wine,
And one single stomp turns a man to a swine.
Can you imagine a fouler defeat,
Than a man getting stonkered by licking his feet? (1)
Shun girls who are witty and pretty and kind
There's nothing like love for corrupting your mind.
At least in -our- circle it just isn't done
Our kids are adopted; we -never- have fun. (1)
We don't buy any cereal because its called mush
And one little bite turns a kid to a lush
Oh, can you imagine the pain of a Ma
To watch little Junior act just like his Pa! (2)
We don't take any rub-downs, stiff muscles to cure
Because alcohol turns a man to a boor
O, can you imagine a sorrier fate:
Than a man getting mass-aged 'till he can't stand up straight? (2)
We don't allow backrubs, we think they're a crime
We will always condemn them in song or in rhyme
An alcohol backrub is worse than straight gin:
When you think of the liquor absorbed thru your skin! (4)
We don't watch television because its a sin
To exhibit the body of a nude Rin-Tin-Tin
And all those bad cowboys a-shooting their guns!
And a-shooting again when they show the re-runs! (3)
When you go out dining, you're tempted to eat
All the delicacies on a menu elite
Remember this warning, on wine we've a ban;
Try spaghetti and meatballs and -not- coq au vin! (4)
We never drink milk, that's where kumiss comes from
And one tiny sip makes a Mongoloid bum!
Oh, can you imagine a sadder disgrace
Than a stone blind drunk Mongol with milk on his face? (5)
We never touch coffee, it makes our eyes gleam
At least, when they add irish whiskey and cream
Oh, can you imagine a fate so unkind
Than slugging down coffee, and getting stone-blind? (6)
Since eggnog is evil, we never eat eggs
Give way to one sin and who knows what comes neggst?
There might be excuses for brandy or gin
But who wants DTs on account of some hen? (6)
We wish you'd avoid putting ice in your drink
It harms your intestines and palate, we think
And if you escape that, it still isn't nice
To wake up hung over because of bad ice! (6)
We never drink water, they mix it with gin
Just one little sip and a man starts to grin
Oh, can you imagine a sillier clunk
Than a man swigging water until he's geshtunk? (6)
Now if you ride railroads with bar-cars on trains
You're giving the Devil the key to your brains
Think of a story that's sadder to tell
Than to start from Grand Central and wind up in Hell! (7)
We never eat jelly, they make it with wine
And one little bite turns a man to a swine
Can't you envision, in Hell he will roast,
That teen-ager drunk on his jelly and toast! (8)
We never use mouthwash, we know very well
That those who taste alcohol go straight to Hell
Oh, can you imagine a sorrier scene
Than a man down in Hell 'cause he used Listerine? (8)
We never eat choc'late, 'cause its just like sex
The endorphins will make you a moral wreck
You'll finish the bag-full, all covered with sweat....
And then you just -gotta- have a cigarette! (5)
We don't read Science-Fiction, 'cause its too complex
And Heinlein and Farmer just talk about sex!
That Lazarus Long is a Dirty Old Man
He's a Bad Example to set for a Fan! (5)
We never drink tea, for they mix it with wine
And one little drink turns a man to a swine
Oh can you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a man drinking tea, and singing all night? (0)
We never use money, 'cause that's gam-bol-in'
And that, my good friends, is surely a SIN
Our life may be simple, it's surely a bore
But what else can you do when you tend to be poor? (0)
We never sing folk (filk) songs, they're evil and crude
They celebrate Sin, and their language is lewd
The language is shocking, the politics vile
And their grammar and rhetoric ain't got no style! (6)
When you meet a folk (filk) singer, you haven't much choice
But to sit there and listen while they prove they have no voice
And the shockingest thing to imagine by far
Is a girl with a G-string....upon her guitar! (3)
We don't listen to filk songs, it isn't our dish
We don't like Bob Kanefski, and -hate- Leslie Fish!
We know all the filkers will wind up in Hell
And besides, all them filksongs have a real Fish-y smell! (5)
We don't listen to Rock, 'cause it's Satan's own vice
And the people who sing it are not very nice
Oh can you imagine, it fills us with dread
Me and the Bangles all sharing a bed! //YEAH!// (5)
We don't mess with computers, they're the Devil's own thing
And one little byte puts your mind in a sling!
Oh can you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a computer-nerd taking byte after byte! (5)
We don't play medieval, we think it's a cult
They wear funny clothing; they're quite difficult.
Oh can you imagine a worse thing to say
Than to say you're a member of the SCA? (5)
So drinking and eating and loving you see,
Are bound to destroy Spi-ri-tu-al-i-ty.
Our tastes are austere and our virtue is sure.
We don't have much fun, but our honor is pure. (1)
We're coming, we're coming, our brave little band
On the right side of Temperance we do take our stand
We masturbate daily because we do think
That once you start screwing, you're likely to drink!
We never eat fruit cake because it has rum
And one little taste turns a man to a bum
Oh, can you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a man eating fruit cake until he gets tight
We never eat cookies because they have yeast
And one little bite turns a man to a beast
Oh, can you imagine a sadder disgrace
Than a man in the gutter with crumbs on his face
If you wash your hair, never rinse it with beer
Because if you do, you'll get foam in your ear
And if there's one thing a young man must dread
It's dating a girl with a head on her head
If you pick your navel, don't do it with a knife
Because if you do you'll get the shock of your life
Oh, can you imagine a site quite a horrid
As a man pulling out his umbilical cord
We never eat peaches, because peaches ferment
And peaches ferment at the least little dent
Oh can you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a man drunk on peaches he thought were alright
We never eat oatmeal, because oatmeal is mush
And one little bite turns a man to a lush
Oh can you imagine the pain of a ma
To watch little junior act just like his pa
We never chew toothpicks because we recall
That wood ferments into wood alcohol
Oh can you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a man chewing toothpicks until he gets tight
We never drink water, they put it in gin
One little sip and a man starts to grin
Oh can you imagine the horrible sight
Of a man drinking water and singing all night
On the right side of temperance we do take our stand
We don't use tobacco, because we do think
The people who use it are likely to drink
Away, away with rum by gum, with rum by gum, with rum by gum
Away, away with rum by gum, the song of the Salvation Army!We never touch honey, it turns into mead,
And stealing from insects is the worst sort of greed
Oh can you imagine a man with DTs
Pursued by a swarm of mad, pink bumblebees?
We never use lotion when we shave our chins
Cause osmosis lets all the alcohol in
Can you imagine what people will say
When you're under the basin, osmosed for the day?
We never eat chocolate because it has nuts
And the least little bite turns a girl to a slut
Oh can you imagine a sorrier mess
Than a girl eating chocolate and trying to undress?
We never eat peaches because they ferment
And a peach will ferment with the least little dent
Oh an you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a man eating peaches until he gets tight?
Oh we-ee have Viceroy for the ma-an who thinks (dated! 1964)
And we-ee have Ban for the man who stinks
But thinking and stinking they don't bother me
I take care of both with Te-e-ton Tea!
We don't drink Coke or Pepsi, they're made from cocaine,
And you might as well shoot it right into your vein.
Oh, can you imagine a sorrier bind
Than rotting your teeth while blowing your mind. (1)
We never drop tea, cause it comes from a pot,
And that could be evil as likely as not,
We don't mind the taste, but it's really bad news,
To get busted for holding what Tom Lipton brews. (1)
We don't step on grapes because that's making wine,
And one single stomp turns a man to a swine.
Can you imagine a fouler defeat,
Than a man getting stonkered by licking his feet? (1)
Shun girls who are witty and pretty and kind
There's nothing like love for corrupting your mind.
At least in -our- circle it just isn't done
Our kids are adopted; we -never- have fun. (1)
We don't buy any cereal because its called mush
And one little bite turns a kid to a lush
Oh, can you imagine the pain of a Ma
To watch little Junior act just like his Pa! (2)
We don't take any rub-downs, stiff muscles to cure
Because alcohol turns a man to a boor
O, can you imagine a sorrier fate:
Than a man getting mass-aged 'till he can't stand up straight? (2)
We don't allow backrubs, we think they're a crime
We will always condemn them in song or in rhyme
An alcohol backrub is worse than straight gin:
When you think of the liquor absorbed thru your skin! (4)
We don't watch television because its a sin
To exhibit the body of a nude Rin-Tin-Tin
And all those bad cowboys a-shooting their guns!
And a-shooting again when they show the re-runs! (3)
When you go out dining, you're tempted to eat
All the delicacies on a menu elite
Remember this warning, on wine we've a ban;
Try spaghetti and meatballs and -not- coq au vin! (4)
We never drink milk, that's where kumiss comes from
And one tiny sip makes a Mongoloid bum!
Oh, can you imagine a sadder disgrace
Than a stone blind drunk Mongol with milk on his face? (5)
We never touch coffee, it makes our eyes gleam
At least, when they add irish whiskey and cream
Oh, can you imagine a fate so unkind
Than slugging down coffee, and getting stone-blind? (6)
Since eggnog is evil, we never eat eggs
Give way to one sin and who knows what comes neggst?
There might be excuses for brandy or gin
But who wants DTs on account of some hen? (6)
We wish you'd avoid putting ice in your drink
It harms your intestines and palate, we think
And if you escape that, it still isn't nice
To wake up hung over because of bad ice! (6)
We never drink water, they mix it with gin
Just one little sip and a man starts to grin
Oh, can you imagine a sillier clunk
Than a man swigging water until he's geshtunk? (6)
Now if you ride railroads with bar-cars on trains
You're giving the Devil the key to your brains
Think of a story that's sadder to tell
Than to start from Grand Central and wind up in Hell! (7)
We never eat jelly, they make it with wine
And one little bite turns a man to a swine
Can't you envision, in Hell he will roast,
That teen-ager drunk on his jelly and toast! (8)
We never use mouthwash, we know very well
That those who taste alcohol go straight to Hell
Oh, can you imagine a sorrier scene
Than a man down in Hell 'cause he used Listerine? (8)
We never eat choc'late, 'cause its just like sex
The endorphins will make you a moral wreck
You'll finish the bag-full, all covered with sweat....
And then you just -gotta- have a cigarette! (5)
We don't read Science-Fiction, 'cause its too complex
And Heinlein and Farmer just talk about sex!
That Lazarus Long is a Dirty Old Man
He's a Bad Example to set for a Fan! (5)
We never drink tea, for they mix it with wine
And one little drink turns a man to a swine
Oh can you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a man drinking tea, and singing all night? (0)
We never use money, 'cause that's gam-bol-in'
And that, my good friends, is surely a SIN
Our life may be simple, it's surely a bore
But what else can you do when you tend to be poor? (0)
We never sing folk (filk) songs, they're evil and crude
They celebrate Sin, and their language is lewd
The language is shocking, the politics vile
And their grammar and rhetoric ain't got no style! (6)
When you meet a folk (filk) singer, you haven't much choice
But to sit there and listen while they prove they have no voice
And the shockingest thing to imagine by far
Is a girl with a G-string....upon her guitar! (3)
We don't listen to filk songs, it isn't our dish
We don't like Bob Kanefski, and -hate- Leslie Fish!
We know all the filkers will wind up in Hell
And besides, all them filksongs have a real Fish-y smell! (5)
We don't listen to Rock, 'cause it's Satan's own vice
And the people who sing it are not very nice
Oh can you imagine, it fills us with dread
Me and the Bangles all sharing a bed! //YEAH!// (5)
We don't mess with computers, they're the Devil's own thing
And one little byte puts your mind in a sling!
Oh can you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a computer-nerd taking byte after byte! (5)
We don't play medieval, we think it's a cult
They wear funny clothing; they're quite difficult.
Oh can you imagine a worse thing to say
Than to say you're a member of the SCA? (5)
So drinking and eating and loving you see,
Are bound to destroy Spi-ri-tu-al-i-ty.
Our tastes are austere and our virtue is sure.
We don't have much fun, but our honor is pure. (1)
We're coming, we're coming, our brave little band
On the right side of Temperance we do take our stand
We masturbate daily because we do think
That once you start screwing, you're likely to drink!
We never eat fruit cake because it has rum
And one little taste turns a man to a bum
Oh, can you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a man eating fruit cake until he gets tight
We never eat cookies because they have yeast
And one little bite turns a man to a beast
Oh, can you imagine a sadder disgrace
Than a man in the gutter with crumbs on his face
If you wash your hair, never rinse it with beer
Because if you do, you'll get foam in your ear
And if there's one thing a young man must dread
It's dating a girl with a head on her head
If you pick your navel, don't do it with a knife
Because if you do you'll get the shock of your life
Oh, can you imagine a site quite a horrid
As a man pulling out his umbilical cord
We never eat peaches, because peaches ferment
And peaches ferment at the least little dent
Oh can you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a man drunk on peaches he thought were alright
We never eat oatmeal, because oatmeal is mush
And one little bite turns a man to a lush
Oh can you imagine the pain of a ma
To watch little junior act just like his pa
We never chew toothpicks because we recall
That wood ferments into wood alcohol
Oh can you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a man chewing toothpicks until he gets tight
We never drink water, they put it in gin
One little sip and a man starts to grin
Oh can you imagine the horrible sight
Of a man drinking water and singing all night
Drunken Sailor
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Put him in a long boat till his sober,
Put him in a long boat till his sober,
Put him in a long boat till his sober,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him,
Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him,
Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
That’s what we do with a drunken sailor,
That’s what we do with a drunken sailor,
That’s what we do with a drunken sailor,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Put him in a long boat till his sober,
Put him in a long boat till his sober,
Put him in a long boat till his sober,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him,
Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him,
Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
That’s what we do with a drunken sailor,
That’s what we do with a drunken sailor,
That’s what we do with a drunken sailor,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Bridge Over Troubled Waters
When you're weary, Feeling small
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all
I'm on your side when times get rough
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
When you're down and out, when you're on the street
When evening falls so hard, I will comfort you
I'll take your part when darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
Sail on silver girl, sail on by
Your time has come to shine all your dreams are on their way
See how they shine, if you need a friend, I'm sailing right
behind
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all
I'm on your side when times get rough
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
When you're down and out, when you're on the street
When evening falls so hard, I will comfort you
I'll take your part when darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
Sail on silver girl, sail on by
Your time has come to shine all your dreams are on their way
See how they shine, if you need a friend, I'm sailing right
behind
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
Clementine
In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling, Clementine
Thou art lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine
CHORUS
Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine.
CHORUS
Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine,
But alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.
CHORUS
Then the miner, forty-niner
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter jine he daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine.
CHORUS
In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine;
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead, I draw the line.
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling, Clementine
Thou art lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine
CHORUS
Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine.
CHORUS
Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine,
But alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.
CHORUS
Then the miner, forty-niner
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter jine he daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine.
CHORUS
In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine;
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead, I draw the line.
Jerusalem
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green
And was the holy lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark Satanic mills
Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spears o'clouds unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire
I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
'Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land
'Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land
Walk upon England's mountains green
And was the holy lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark Satanic mills
Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spears o'clouds unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire
I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
'Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land
'Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land
Ellen Vannen
Snaefell, Tyndwall and Benmachree,
Fourteen ships set out to sea.
Proudly bearing a Manx name,
But there's one will never again
CHO: O Ellen Vannen, of the Isle of Man Company,
O Ellen Vannen, lost on the Irish Sea.
At one a.m. in Ramsey Bay
Captain Tier was heard to say
"The contract says deliver the mail
In this rough weather we must not fail."
Liners sheltered from the storm
On the wave Ellen Vannen was borne
Her holds were full and battened down
As she sailed away for Liverpool town
Her crew were twenty one Manx men
Passengers Liverpool businessmen
"Farewell to Mona's Isle, farewell
This little boat is bound for Hell!"
Less than a mile from the Bar Lightship
Ellen Vannen by a wave was hit
She sank 'neath the waters of Liverpool Bay
There she lies until this day
Few Manxmen now remember
The third day in the month December
A terrible storm in ninety-nine
Ellen Vannen sailed the very last time
Fourteen ships set out to sea.
Proudly bearing a Manx name,
But there's one will never again
CHO: O Ellen Vannen, of the Isle of Man Company,
O Ellen Vannen, lost on the Irish Sea.
At one a.m. in Ramsey Bay
Captain Tier was heard to say
"The contract says deliver the mail
In this rough weather we must not fail."
Liners sheltered from the storm
On the wave Ellen Vannen was borne
Her holds were full and battened down
As she sailed away for Liverpool town
Her crew were twenty one Manx men
Passengers Liverpool businessmen
"Farewell to Mona's Isle, farewell
This little boat is bound for Hell!"
Less than a mile from the Bar Lightship
Ellen Vannen by a wave was hit
She sank 'neath the waters of Liverpool Bay
There she lies until this day
Few Manxmen now remember
The third day in the month December
A terrible storm in ninety-nine
Ellen Vannen sailed the very last time
Gypsy Rover
(Leo Maguire)
The gypsy rover came over the hill
Down through the valley so shady,
He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.
Chorus:
Ah-de-do, ah-de-do-da-day,
Ah-de-do, ah-de-da-ay
He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.
She left her father's castle gates
She left her own fine lover
She left her servants and her state
To follow the gypsy rover.
Her father saddled up his fastest steed
And roamed the valleys all over
Sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistling gypsy rover.
He came at last to a mansion fine,
Down by the river Claydee
And there was music and there was wine,
For the gypsy and his lady.
"He is no gypsy, my father" she said
"But lord of these lands all over,
And I shall stay 'til my dying day
With my whistling gypsy rover."
The gypsy rover came over the hill
Down through the valley so shady,
He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.
Chorus:
Ah-de-do, ah-de-do-da-day,
Ah-de-do, ah-de-da-ay
He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.
She left her father's castle gates
She left her own fine lover
She left her servants and her state
To follow the gypsy rover.
Her father saddled up his fastest steed
And roamed the valleys all over
Sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistling gypsy rover.
He came at last to a mansion fine,
Down by the river Claydee
And there was music and there was wine,
For the gypsy and his lady.
"He is no gypsy, my father" she said
"But lord of these lands all over,
And I shall stay 'til my dying day
With my whistling gypsy rover."
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As I went out walking with my brother Jim
Somebody threw a tomato at him
Now tomatoes are soft and they don’t hurt the skin
This beggar did, it was still in the tin
My uncle Rufus just for a stunt
Went out with his overcoat on back to front
While crossing the road a big car knocked him down
He’d be living to-day, but they turned his head round
I called on my girlfriend her name was Jill Brown
She was having a bath an she couldn’t come down
I said slip on something and be down in a tick
But she slipped on the soap and came down bloody quick
I was out walking down Stamford Street
I saw an old man with no shoes on his feet
So me having plenty of money to spare
I slipped into Tesco and bought him a pair
To market, to market to buy us a cow
To milk, it to milk it she didn’t know how
She pulled on its tail instead of it s teat
And poor little Lynda got covered in 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Somebody threw a tomato at him
Now tomatoes are soft and they don’t hurt the skin
This beggar did, it was still in the tin
My uncle Rufus just for a stunt
Went out with his overcoat on back to front
While crossing the road a big car knocked him down
He’d be living to-day, but they turned his head round
I called on my girlfriend her name was Jill Brown
She was having a bath an she couldn’t come down
I said slip on something and be down in a tick
But she slipped on the soap and came down bloody quick
I was out walking down Stamford Street
I saw an old man with no shoes on his feet
So me having plenty of money to spare
I slipped into Tesco and bought him a pair
To market, to market to buy us a cow
To milk, it to milk it she didn’t know how
She pulled on its tail instead of it s teat
And poor little Lynda got covered in 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
House of the Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It has been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh, God, was one
My mother was a tailor,
She sewed them new blue jeans.
My lover he was a gambler, Oh Lord
Gambled down in New Orleans.
My husband, he was a gambling man
He went from town to town;
And the only time he was satisfied
Was when he drank his liquor down.
Now the only thing a gambling man needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk;
And the only time he's ever satisfied
I when he's on a drunk
Go and tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done,
But to shun that house in New Orleans
That they call the Rising Sun
With one foot on the platform,
And one foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear the ball and chain.
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run;
I'm going back to spend the rest of my life
Beneath that Rising Sun.
They call the Rising Sun
It has been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh, God, was one
My mother was a tailor,
She sewed them new blue jeans.
My lover he was a gambler, Oh Lord
Gambled down in New Orleans.
My husband, he was a gambling man
He went from town to town;
And the only time he was satisfied
Was when he drank his liquor down.
Now the only thing a gambling man needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk;
And the only time he's ever satisfied
I when he's on a drunk
Go and tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done,
But to shun that house in New Orleans
That they call the Rising Sun
With one foot on the platform,
And one foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear the ball and chain.
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run;
I'm going back to spend the rest of my life
Beneath that Rising Sun.
The National Anthem
God save our gracious Queen!
Long live our noble Queen!
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the Queen.
Thy choicest gifts in store
On her be pleased to pour,
Long may she reign.
May she defend our laws,
And give us ever cause,
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen.
Long live our noble Queen!
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the Queen.
Thy choicest gifts in store
On her be pleased to pour,
Long may she reign.
May she defend our laws,
And give us ever cause,
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Queen, Duke of Lancaster
