When do I Sing?
Song Guide
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When do I sing?
For sing-a-longs Irish Pub Style, definitely sing the chorus also sing any refrains and also when you feel moved by the moment. We are here to share our love of music together. To help out, I put choruses and refrains in bold text and also tried to include some shouts as well.
Auld Lang Syne- Robert Burns version
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?
Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup!
and surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,
and pou’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin’ auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
frae morning sun till dine;[c]
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin’ auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere!
and gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak’ a right gude-willie waught,
for auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
All For Me Grog
And it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All gone for beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander
Where are me boots, me noggin, noggin boots
all gone for beer and tobacco
For the heels are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking for better weather
And it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All gone for beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander
Where is me shirt me noggin, noggin shirt
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco
For the collar is worn and the sleeves been kicked about
And the tail is looking for better weather
And it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All gone for beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander
I’m sick in the head and I haven’t gone to bed
Since I first came ashore from all me slumber
I’ve seen centipedes and snakes and I’m full of pains and aches
And I guess it’s time to push out over yonder
And it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All gone for beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander
Barret’s Privateers-Stan Rogers
[Verse 1]
Oh, the year was seventeen seventy-eight
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
A letter of marque came from the king
To the scummiest vessel I’d ever seen
[Chorus]
God damn them all, I was told,
We’d cruise the seas for A-merican gold
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett’s Priva-teers
[Verse 2]
Well, Elcid Barrett cried the town
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
For twenty brave men, all fishermen, who
Would make for him the Antelope’s crew
[Chorus]
God damn them all, I was told,
We’d cruise the seas for A-merican gold
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett’s Priva-teers
[Verse 3]
The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She’d a list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags
[Chorus]
God damn them all, I was told,
We’d cruise the seas for A-merican gold
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett’s Priva-teers
[Verse 4]
On the King’s birth-day we put to sea
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
We were ninety-one days to Mon-tego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
[Chorus]
God damn them all, I was told,
We’d cruise the seas for A-merican gold
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett’s Priva-teers
[Verse 5]
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed a-gain
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four-pounders, we made to fight
[Chorus]
God damn them all, I was told,
We’d cruise the seas for A-merican gold
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett’s Priva-teers
[Verse 6]
The Yankee lay low down with gold
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She was broad and fat and loose in stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days
[Chorus]
God damn them all, I was told,
We’d cruise the seas for A-merican gold
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett’s Priva-teers
[Verse 7]
Then at length we stood two cables a-way
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in
[Chorus]
God damn them all, I was told,
We’d cruise the seas for A-merican gold
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett’s Priva-teers
[Verse 8]
The Antelope shook and pitched on her side
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the main-truck carried off both me legs
[Chorus]
God damn them all, I was told,
We’d cruise the seas for A-merican gold
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett’s Priva-teers
[Verse 9]
So here I lay in me twenty-third year
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
It’s been six years since we sailed a-way
And I just made Halifax yester-day
[Chorus]
God damn them all, I was told
We’d cruise the seas for A-merican gold
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I’m a broken man on a halifax pier
The last of Barretts privateers
Black Velvet Band
In a neat little town they call Belfast, apprenticed to trade I was bound
And many’s the hour of sweet happiness, I spent in that neat little town
Till sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from me friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman passing us by
I knew she meant the undoing of me, by the look in her roguish black eye
A gold watch she took from his pocket, and she placed it right into me hand
And the very first thing that I thought was, bad luck to the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
Now before a judge and a jury, next morning I had to appear
Oh the judge he said to me “Young man, your case is proven clear
We’ll give you seven years’ penal servitude, to be spent far away from the land.
Far away from your friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
So come all ye jolly young fellows, and a warning take by me
For when you are out on the town me lads, beware of them pretty colleens
For they’ll feed you with strong ale “More Yeah”, until you are unable to stand
And the very next thing that you know me lads, is you’ve landed in Van Diemen’s Land
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
Brennan’s On The Moor
Tis of a brave young highwayman this story I will tell.
His name was Willie Brennan and in Ireland he did dwell.
It was on the Kilwood Mountain he commenced his wild career.
And many a wealthy nobleman before him shook with fear.
[Refrain]
Cryin’ Brennan’s on the moor, Brennan’s on the moor
So Bold and undaunted was young Brennan on the moor
One day upon the highway as Willie he sat down,
He met the mayor of Cashiell a mile outside of town,
The mayor he knew his features and he said, young man, said he,
Your name is Willie Brennan, you must come along with me.
[Refrain]
Cryin’ Brennan’s on the moor, Brennan’s on the moor
So Bold and undaunted was young Brennan on the moor
Now Brennan’s wife had gone to town provisions for to buy,
And when she saw her Willie she commenced to weep and cry ,
Said, hand to me that tenpenny, as soon as Willie spoke,
She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak.
[Refrain]
Cryin’ Brennan’s on the moor, Brennan’s on the moor
So Bold and undaunted was young Brennan on the moor
Now with this loaded blunderbuss, the truth I will unfold,
He made the mayor to tremble and he robbed him of his gold.
One hundred pounds was offered for his apprehension there,
So he, with horse and saddle to the mountains did repair.
[Refrain]
Cryin’ Brennan’s on the moor, Brennan’s on the moor
So Bold and undaunted was young Brennan on the moor
Now Brennan being an outlaw upon the mountains high,
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try,
He laughed at them with scorn until at last ’twas said.
By a false-hearted woman he was cruelly betrayed.
[Refrain]
Cryin’ Brennan’s on the moor, Brennan’s on the moor
So Bold and undaunted was young Brennan on the moor
Byker Hill
If I had another penny
I would have another gill
I would make the piper play
The bonny lass of Byker Hill
Chorus:
Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Collier lads for ever more
Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Collier lads for ever more
The pitman and the keelman trim
They drink bumble made from gin
Then to dance they do begin
To the tune of Elsie Marley
Chorus:
Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Collier lads for ever morе
Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Colliеr lads for ever more
When first I went down to the dirt
I had no cowl nor no pitshirt
Now I’ve gotten two or three
Walker Pit’s done well by me
Chorus:
Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Collier lads for ever morе
Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Colliеr lads for ever more
Geordie Charlton, he had a pig
You hit it with a shovel and it danced a jig
All the way to Walker Shore
To the tune of Elsie Marley
Chorus:
Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Collier lads for ever more
Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Collier lads for ever more
If I had another penny
I would have another gill
I would make the piper play
The bonny lass of Byker Hill
Chorus:
Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Collier lads for ever more
Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Collier lads for ever more
Chorus:
Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Collier lads for ever more
Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Collier lads for ever more
SEVEN DRUNKEN NIGHTS-Traditional Or Cabbage Head Song
[Verse 1]
As I went home on monday night, as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door, where my own horse should be
So I call the wife and I says to her “Would you kindly tell to me:
Who owns that horse outside the door, where my own horse should be?”
[Chorus]
Ha! You’re drunk, you’re drunk, you silly old fool. Still you cannot see!
Thats a lovely sow that me mother sent to me!
Well many a days I traveled a hundred miles or more
But a sow with a saddle on, I never seen before!
[Verse 2]
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door, where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: “Will you kindly tell to me:
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be?”
[Chorus]
Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool. Still you can not see!
That’s a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me!
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons on a blanket sure I never saw before!
[Verse 3]
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: “Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be?”
[Chorus]
Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool. Still you can not see!
That’s a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me!
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before!
[Verse 4]
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: “Will you kindly tell to me:
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?”
[Chorus]
Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see!
They’re two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me!
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before!
[Verse 5]
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: “Will you kindly tell to me:
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be?”
[Chorus]
Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see!
That’s a head of cabbage that me mother sent to me!
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But a cabbage head with his whiskers on sure I never saw before!
[Verse 6]
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: “Will you kindly tell to me:
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be?”
[Chorus]
Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see!
That’s a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me!
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before!
[Verse 7]
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: “Will you kindly tell to me:
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be?”
[Chorus]
Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see!
That’s a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me!
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before!
Carrickfergus
I wish I was, in Carrickfergus
Only for nights, in Ballygrant
I would swim over the deepest ocean
The deepest ocean to be by your side
But the sea is wide and I can’t swim over
And nor have I the wings to fly
If I could find me a handsome boatman
To ferry me over to my love and die
And in Kilkenny it is reported
They’ve marble stones as black as ink
With gold and silver I did support her
But I’ll sing no more now till I get a drink
For I’m drunk today and I’m seldom sober
A handsome rover from town to town
Oh but I am sick now and my days are numbered
so come all ye young men and lay me down
Chemical Workers Song
And it’s go boys, go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place
You’re two days nearer death
But you go
Well, a Process Man am I and I’m tellin’ you no lie
I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky
There’s thunder all around me and there’s poison in the air
There’s a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair
And it’s go boys, go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place
You’re two days nearer death
But you go
Well, I’ve worked among the spinners, and I breathe the oily smoke
I’ve shoveled up the gypsum and it nigh on makes you choke
I’ve stood knee deep in cyanide, got sick with a caustic burn
Been workin’ rough, I’ve seen enough to make your stomach turn
And it’s go boys, go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place
You’re two days nearer death
But you go
There’s overtime and bonus opportunities galore
The young men like their money and they all come back for more
But soon you’re knockin’ on and you look older than you should
For every bob made on the job, you pay with flesh and blood
And it’s go boys, go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place
You’re two days nearer death
But you go
Well, a Process Man am I and I’m tellin’ you no lie
I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky
There’s thunder all around me and there’s poison in the air
There’s a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair
And it’s go boys, go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place
You’re two days nearer death
But you go
And it’s go boys, go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place
You’re two days nearer death
But you go
Come Out Ye Black and Tans
[Verse]
I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat,
and the loving English feet they tramped all over us.
And each and every night when me Dad would come home tight
he’d invite the neighbours outside with this chorus:
[Chorus]
Come out, ye black and tans; come out and fight me like a man!
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders.
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
from the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.
[Verse]
Come, tell us how you slew them poor Arabs two by two:
like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows.
Tell us how you slew each one with your sixteen-pounder gun
and you frightened them poor natives to the marrow.
[Chorus]
Come out, ye black and tans; come out and fight me like a man!
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders.
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
from the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.
[Verse]
Now let us hear you tell how you slaughtered great Parnell.
How you fought them well and truly persecuted.
Where are those sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
when our heroes of sixteen were executed.
[Chorus]
Come out, ye black and tans; come out and fight me like a man!
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders.
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
from the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.
[Verse]
Well, the day is coming fast, and the time is here at last
when each yeoman will be cast aside before us.
And if there be a need sure my sons will sing, “Godspeed!
with a verse or two of Stephen Beehan’s chorus.
[Chorus]
Come out, ye black and tans; come out and fight me like a man!
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders.
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
from the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.
Country Roads
Almost Heaven; West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountain
Growin’ like a breeze.
[Chorus]
Country Roads, take me home, to the place, I belong,
West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home, country roads.
[Verse 2]
All my memories gather ’round her, miner’s lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine,
Teardrop in my eye.
[Chorus]
Country Roads, take me home, to the place, I belong,
West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home, country roads.
[Bridge]
I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me,
The radio reminds me of my home far away.
And driving down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.
[Chorus]
Country Roads, take me home, to the place, I belong,
West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home, country roads
Country Roads, take me home, to the place, I belong,
West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home, country roads.
Take me home, down country roads; take me home, down country roads
Danny Boy
[Verse 1]
Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountainside
The summer’s gone and all the flowers are dying
‘Tis you, it’s you must go, and I must bide
But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
‘Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh, Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so!
[Verse 2]
If you should come, and all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You’ll come and find the placе where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave thеre for me
And I will hear, though soft you tread above me
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
And you will fall and tell me that you love me
And I will rest in peace until you come to me
Fields of Athenry
[Verse 1]
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl callin
Michael, they have taken you away
For you stole Trevelyan’s corn so the young might see the morn’
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay
[Chorus]
Low lie the fields of Athenry
where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely round the fields of Athenry
[Verse 2]
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters, Mary, when you’re free
Against the famine and the crown, I rebelled, they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity
[Chorus]
Low lie the fields of Athenry
where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely round the fields of Athenry
[Verse 3]
By a lonely harbour wall, she watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she’d live in hope and pray for her love in Botany Bay
It’s so lonely round the fields of Athenry
[Chorus]
Low lie the fields of Athenry
where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely round the fields of Athenry
Low lie the fields of Athenry
where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely round the fields of Athenry
Finnegan’s Wake
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an’ to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he’d a sort of a tipplers way but the love for the liquor poorTim was born
To help him on his way each day, he’d a drop of the craythur every morn
Whack fol the hoorah dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake
One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake
His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O’Brien began to cry, “Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim avourneen, why did you die?”, “Will ye hould your gob?” said Paddy McGee
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake
Then Maggie O’Connor took up the job, “Biddy” says she “you’re wrong, I’m sure”
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage, t’was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake
Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Saying “Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t’underin’ Jaysus, do ye think I’m dead?”
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake
I’LL TELL ME MA
I’ll tell me ma when I get home, the boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled me hair, they stole me comb but that’s all right till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty she’s the Belle of Belfast city,
She is a courtin’ a one two three, Please won’t you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her, all the boys are fightin’ for her,
Knock at the door, ring at the bell, and “Oh, me true love, are you well?”
Out she comes, white as snow, rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Johny Morrissey says she’ll die, if she doesn’t get a fella with the roving eye.
I’ll tell me ma when I get home, the boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled me hair, they stole me comb but that’s all right till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty she’s the Belle of Belfast city,
She is a courtin’ a one two three, Please won’t you tell me who is she?
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high, and the snow comes a travelin’ through the sky,
She’s as sweet as an apple pie, she’ll get her own lad by and by,
When she gets a lad of her own, she won’t tell her ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will, It’s Albert Mooney she loves still.
I’ll tell me ma when I get home, the boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled me hair, they stole me comb but that’s all right till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty she’s the Belle of Belfast city,
She is a courtin’ a one two three, Please won’t you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her, all the boys are fightin’ for her,
Knock at the door, ring at the bell, and “Oh, me true love, are you well?”
Out she comes, white as snow, rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Johny Morrissey says she’ll die, if she doesn’t get a fella with the roving eye.
I’ll tell me ma when I get home, the boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled me hair, they stole me comb but that’s all right till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty she’s the Belle of Belfast city,
She is a courtin’ a one two three, Please won’t you tell me who is she?
Irish Pub Song
Well, you’re walkin’ through a city street, you could be in Peru
And you hear a distant calling and you know it’s meant for you
Then you drop what you were doing and you join the merry mob
And before you know just where you are, you’re in an Irish pub
They’ve got one in Honolulu, they’ve got one in Moscow too
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint, you’ll always have a job
‘Cause where ever you go around the world you’ll find an Irish pub
Now that design is fairly simple and it usually works the same
You’ll have ‘Razor Houghton’ scoring in the Ireland, England game
And you know you’re in an Irish pub the minute you’re in the door
For a couple of boys with bodhrans will be murdering Christy Moore
They’ve got one in Honolulu, they’ve got one in Moscow too
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint, you’ll always have a job
‘Cause wherever you go around the world you’ll find an Irish pub
Now the owner is Norwegian and the manager comes from Cork
And the lad that’s holding up the bar says ‘Only Eejits Work’
He was born and bred in Bolton but his mammy’s from Kildare
And he’s going to make his fortune soon and move to County Clare
They’ve got one in Honolulu, they’ve got one in Moscow too
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint, you’ll always have a job
‘Cause wherever you go around the world you’ll find an Irish pub
Now it’s time for me to go, I have to catch me train
So I’ll leave ye sitting at the bar and face the wind and rain
For I’ll have that pint you owe me, if I’m not gone on the dry
When we meet next week in Frankford in the fields of Athenry
They’ve got one in Honolulu, they’ve got one in Moscow too
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint, you’ll always have a job
‘Cause where ever you go around the world you’ll find an Irish pub
They’ve got one in Honolulu, they’ve got one in Moscow too
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint, you’ll always have a job
‘Cause wherever you go around the world you’ll find an Irish pub
Wherever you go around the world you’ll find an Irish pub
Irish Rover
[Verse 1]
On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New York
‘Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty seven masts
And they called her The Irish Rover
[Verse 2]
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
And six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats’ tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
[Verse 3]
There was awl Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin’ with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther’d and bet
With his smart witty talk
He was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance
When he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
[Verse 4]
There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGirrk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O’Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
[Verse 5]
For a sailor it’s always a bother in life
It’s so lonesome by night and day
That he longs for the shore
And a charming young whore
Who will melt all his troubles away
Oh, the noise and the rout
Swillin’ poitin and stout
For him soon the torment’s over
Of the love of a maid
He is never afraid
An old salt from the Irish Rover
[Verse 6]
We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain’s old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
Oh Lord what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Pause then slow
Turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drownen
Fast
I’m the last of The Irish Rover
Loch Lomond
[Verse]
By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lo-mond
Where me and my true love will e’re want tae be
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lo-mond.
[Chorus]
Oh, ye’ll tak’ the high road, and I’ll tak’ the low road
And I’ll be in Scotland before ye
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lo-mond.
[Verse]
‘Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o’ Ben Lomon’,
Where in purple hue the Hieland hills we view,
An’ the moon comin’ out in the gloamin’.
[Chorus]
Oh, ye’ll tak’ the high road, and I’ll tak’ the low road
And I’ll be in Scotland before ye
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lo-mond.
[Verse]
The wee birdies sing and the wild flow’rs spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleepin’;
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again,
Tho’ the waefu’ may cease frae their greetin’
[Chorus]
Oh, ye’ll tak’ the high road, and I’ll tak’ the low road
And I’ll be in Scotland before ye
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lo-mond.
Macphersons Lament
Farewell ye dungeons dark and strong,
farewell, farewell to thee
MacPherson’s time will no’ be long,
on yonder gallows tree
Chorus:
Sae rantin’ly, sae wantonly,
sae dauntin’ly gaed he
He played a tune and he danced it roon
below the gallows tree
It was by a woman’s treacherous hand
That I was condemned tae dee
Below a ledge at a window she stood
And a blanket, she threw o’er me
Chorus:
Sae rantin’ly, sae wantonly,
sae dauntin’ly gaed he
He played a tune and he danced it roon
below the gallows tree
“Untie these bands from off my hands
And gi’e to me my sword
There’s no’ a man in all Scotland
But I’ll brave him at a word
Chorus:
Sae rantin’ly, sae wantonly,
sae dauntin’ly gaed he
He played a tune and he danced it roon
below the gallows tree
“There’s some come here to see me hanged
And some to buy my fiddle
But before that I do part wi’ her
I’ll brak her thro’ the middle”
Chorus:
Sae rantin’ly, sae wantonly,
sae dauntin’ly gaed he
He played a tune and he danced it roon
below the gallows tree
He took the fiddle into both o’ his hands
And he broke it over a stone
There’s no’ another hand shall play on thee
When I am dead and gone
Chorus:
Sae rantin’ly, sae wantonly,
sae dauntin’ly gaed he
He played a tune and he danced it roon
below the gallows tree
The reprieve was comin’ o’er the brig o’ Banff
To let MacPherson free
But they pit the clock a quarter afore
and hanged him frae the tree
Chorus:
Sae rantin’ly, sae wantonly,
sae dauntin’ly gaed he
He played a tune and he danced it roon
below the gallows tree