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\partial 4 b8. a16 | g4 b8. a16 g4 r8 fis | e16 fis8. g16 e8. d4 r8 b' | d4 d8. d16 d4 c8. b16 | b8 a( a4.) r8 |
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% I had a first cou -- sin call'd Ar -- thur Mac -- Bride |
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% a -- seek -- ing good fort -- une and what would be -- tide, |
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% Twas just as the morn -- ing was dawn -- ing. |
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% Then aft -- er rest -- ing we both took a tramp, |
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% We met sergeant Har -- per and Cor -- po -- ral Cramp, |
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\partial 8 \repeat volta 2 { d8 | d d d b c d | c b4 r8 b8 a | g a b g fis e | d4. r8 |
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d'8 c | b b b d, e fis | g4 a8 b4 g8 | a b c fis, g a | g4. r4 } \break |
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d'8^"Chorus" | d4 d8 b c d | c b4 r8 b8 a | g a b g fis e | d4. r8 |
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d'8 c | b4 b8 d, e fis | g4 a8 b4 g8 | a b c fis, g a | g4. r4 |
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\repeat volta 2 { \partial 8 g8 | g8. e'16 d8. e16 b8. a16 g8. d16 | e8. g16 g8. a16 g4. d'8 | d8. d16 e8. fis16 g8. g16 fis8. g16 | e8. d16 b8. d16 e4. d8 | |
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d8. d16 e8. fis16 g8. g16 fis8. g16 | e8. d16 b8. d16 e4 g,8. g16 | g8. e'16 d8. e16 b8. a16 g8. d16 | e8. g16 g8. a16 g4. } |
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\partial 2. d4 e g | b1( | b4) a8 g b4 g | d1( | d2) b'4 d | |
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e1( | e4) d8 b a4 g | b1( | b4) r e d | |
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b1( | b4) a8 g b4 g | d1( | d4) r4 e8 g b4 | |
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a1( | a4) r a8 g e d | \acciaccatura { e8 g8 } e1( | e4) |
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a8.[ g16 a8. g16] e8. fis16 g4 | |
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a8.[ a16 c8. d16] e8. d16 \times 2/3 { c8 b8 g8 } | |
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a8.[ g16 a8. g16] e8. fis16 g4 | |
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e8.[ fis16 g8. g16] \times 2/3 { a8 g8 fis8 } g4 | |
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\partial 4 c8 d | e4 d8 c d( e) g4 | a2 g4 c8( g) | a4 g8( e) d4. c8 | c2 r4 |
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c8( d) | e4 d8( c) d( e) g4 | a2 g4 c8( g) | a4 g8( e) d4. c8 | c2 r4 |
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c,8( d) | e4 d8( c) d4 e8( g) | a2 g4 c8 g | a4 g8( e) d4. c8 | c2 r4 |
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% It was down by the Sal -- ly Gar -- dens, My love and I did meet. |
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a'8 | a4 d8 d4 e8 | d4( c8) a4 b8 | c4 d8 c( b) a | g4.( g4) |
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\key g \major \time 4/4 |
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d4 d d e8 fis | g4 g g8 a b4 | c a b4. g8 | e4 d d2 | |
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d4 d8 d d4 e8 fis | g4 g g8 a b4 | c a8 a b4. g8 | e4 d d2 | |
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b'4 d d4. b8 | a4 g g a | b8 b d4 d4. b8 | a4 g a4. b8 | |
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\partial 4 s4 b1:m d2 a d b:m a1 |
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b1:m d2 a d b:m s1 |
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d1 a d2 b:m a1 |
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b1:m d2 a d b:m s1 |
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\key d \major \time 4/4 |
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%Hier könnte man mal Wiederholungszeichen einfügen |
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\partial 4 fis8 a | b4 b b a8 b | d4 d e d8 e | fis4 e8 d b4 fis | a2. fis8 a | |
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b4 b b a8 b | d4 d e d8 e | fis4 e8 d b4 b | b2. fis'8 g | |
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a4 fis fis e8 d | e4 e e d8 e | fis4 e8 d b4 a8 fis | a2. fis8 a | |
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b4 b b a8 b | d4 d e d8 e | fis4 e8 d b4 b | b2. fis'8^"Chorus" g | |
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a4 fis fis e8 d | e4 e e d8 e | fis4 e8 d b4 a8 fis | a2. fis8 a | |
||||
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b4 b b a8 b | d4 d e d8 e | fis4 e8 d b4 b | b2. |
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\partial 4 s4 a1:m g a2:m g4 a4:m s1 |
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a1:m g a2:m g4 a4:m s1 |
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c2 d e1:m a2:m g s1 |
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a2.:m d4 e1:m a2:m g4 a4:m s2. |
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\relative c'' { |
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\key c \major \time 4/4 |
||||
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\partial 4 e8 d | c4 a c d8 e | g2. d4 | e a, g a( | a2.) e'8 d | |
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c4 a c d8 e | g2. d4 | e a, g a( | a2.) c8 e | |
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g4 g a a8 g | e2. d4 | c a c8 d( d4 | d2.) a8 b | |
||||
|
c4 d e fis8 d | e2. b4 | c d g, a( | a2.) |
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{ |
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<< |
||||
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\partial 4 s4 e2.:m s4 d2 s2. e:m |
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g e2.:m s4 d2 s2. |
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e:m g e:m s |
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e:m d s e:m |
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g e:m s |
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\relative c'' { |
||||
|
\key g \major \time 3/4 |
||||
|
\partial 4 b4 | b e, fis | e d2( | d) e8 fis | g4 a b | |
||||
|
d8 b( b4) b | b e, fis | e d2( | d) e8 fis | |
||||
|
g4 a b | d8 b( b4) b | b e fis | e8 d( d4) e,8 fis | |
||||
|
g4 a g | fis8 e d2( | d) e8 fis | g2 a8 b | |
||||
|
d2 b8 a | b4 e, fis | e2 |
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|
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||||
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||||
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|||||
|
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||||
|
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||||
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||||
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{ |
||||
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||||
|
<< |
||||
|
\chords { |
||||
|
\repeat volta 2 { \partial 2 s2 e1:m s1 d g e:m c e:m s2 } |
||||
|
d2:7 g1 s d g s e:m g s2 |
||||
|
b2:m e1:m s d g e:m c e:m s2 |
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||||
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} |
||||
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||||
|
\relative c'' |
||||
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{ |
||||
|
\time 4/4 \key g \major |
||||
|
\repeat volta 2 { \partial 2 b4( d4) | e2 d4( b4) | e2 d4( b4) | a2 b2 | d,2 e4( fis4) | g4( b4) a4( g4) | e2. d4 | e1 ~ | e2 } |
||||
|
e4( fis4) | g2. b4 | d2 c4( b4) | a4 a2. | b2 g4( a4) | b2 g'4( fis4) | e4( d4) b4( d4) | e1 ~ | e2 |
||||
|
b4( d4) | e2 d4( b4) | e2 d4( b4) | a2 b2 | d,2 e4( fis4) | g4( b4) a4( g4) | e2. d4 | e1 ~ | e2 |
||||
|
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||||
|
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||||
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||||
|
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|
% Aus: Seltsames Irish Song Book |
||||
|
\include "header" |
||||
|
\paper{paper-height = 12\cm} |
||||
|
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||||
|
{ |
||||
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||||
|
<< |
||||
|
\chords { |
||||
|
\partial 4 s4 c1 s f g:7 |
||||
|
c f c g |
||||
|
c s f g:7 |
||||
|
c f c g |
||||
|
%chorus |
||||
|
c s f g:7 |
||||
|
c f c g |
||||
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c s |
||||
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} |
||||
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||||
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||||
|
\relative c' { |
||||
|
\key c \major \time 4/4 |
||||
|
\partial 4 c4 | c4. d8 e4 f | g e d c | c c' c4. d8| c4( b2) |
||||
|
g4 | c4. e8 d4 c | a b c4. a8 | g4 e d c | e( d2) |
||||
|
a4 | c4. d8 e4 f | g e d c | c c' c4. d8 | c4( b2) |
||||
|
g4 | c4. e8 d4 c | a b c4. a8 | g4 e d c | e( d2) |
||||
|
%chorus |
||||
|
a4^"Chorus" | c4. d8 e4 f | g( e) d c | c c' c4. d8 | c4( b2) |
||||
|
g4 | c4. e8 d4 c | a b c4. a8 | g4( e) d c | e( d2) |
||||
|
a4 | c4. d8 e4 f | g c,2 |
||||
|
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||||
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||||
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||||
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|
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||||
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||||
|
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||||
|
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||||
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||||
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{ |
||||
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||||
|
<< |
||||
|
\chords { |
||||
|
\partial 4 s4 e1:m s2 d e1:m s2 d |
||||
|
e1:m s2 d e1:m s |
||||
|
g s a2:m g s1 |
||||
|
e:m s2 d e1:m s2. |
||||
|
} |
||||
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||||
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||||
|
\relative c'' { |
||||
|
\key g \major \time 4/4 |
||||
|
\partial 4 b8 a | g4 e e d8 e | g4 g a g8 a | b4 b b8 a g a | b4 d, d b'8 a | |
||||
|
g4 e e d8 e | g4 g a g8 a | b4 e d8 b a b | g4 e e b' | |
||||
|
d8 b d e d4 b | d8 b d e d4 b | c b b8 a g a | b4 d, d b'8 a | |
||||
|
g4 e e d8 e | g4 g a g8 a | b4 e d8 b a b | g4 e e |
||||
|
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||||
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||||
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|
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|
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||||
|
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||||
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||||
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{ |
||||
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||||
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<< |
||||
|
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||||
|
\partial 4 s4 a4:m g a2:m a4:m g a2:m s1 e2:m c |
||||
|
e2:m a:m e:m d a:m c \time 6/4 a4:m g a2.:m |
||||
|
} |
||||
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||||
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||||
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\relative c'' { |
||||
|
\key g \major \time 4/4 |
||||
|
\partial 4 e8( d) | c4 b a e'8 d | c8 a b g a4. |
||||
|
e'8 | a4 a a b8 a | g( fis) e( d) e4. |
||||
|
e8 | g4 g a e8 fis | g fis e4 d |
||||
|
a8 a | c b c d e g e d | \time 6/4 c8( a) b( g) d2. | |
||||
|
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||||
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>> |
||||
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||||
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||||
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||||
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||||
|
% Aus: Seltsames Irish Song Book |
||||
|
%\include "header" |
||||
|
%\paper{paper-height = 8\cm} |
||||
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% |
||||
|
%{ |
||||
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% |
||||
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%<< |
||||
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% \chords { |
||||
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% \partial 4 s4 d4:m a:m d2:m d4:m a:m d2:m |
||||
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% s1 f |
||||
|
% s s2 g d1:m s4 c d2.:m |
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% } |
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% |
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% |
||||
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% \relative c'' { |
||||
|
% \key c \major \time 4/4 |
||||
|
% \partial 4 a8( g) | f4 e d a'8 g | f4 e8 e d4. |
||||
|
% a'8 | d4 d d e8 d | c( b) a( g) a2 | |
||||
|
% c4 c d a8 b | c b a4 g |
||||
|
% d8 d | f f g4 a8 c a g | \time 6/4 f8( d) e( c) d2. | |
||||
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% } |
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||||
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||||
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{ |
||||
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||||
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||||
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||||
|
\partial 4 s4 e1 a e b:7 |
||||
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e a e2 d:7 f1 |
||||
|
s s s cis2:m b:7 |
||||
|
e1 a e2 b:7 e2. |
||||
|
} |
||||
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||||
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||||
|
\relative c'' { |
||||
|
\key e \major \time 4/4 |
||||
|
\partial 4 b4 | cis8.( dis16) cis8.( b16) gis4 fis8. e16 | fis8.( gis16) fis8.( e16) cis4 b8. cis16 | e4 gis8.( e16) fis8.( gis16) fis8.( e16) | b'2. |
||||
|
b4 | cis8.( dis16) cis8.( b16) gis4 fis8. e16 | fis8.( gis16) fis8.( e16) cis4 \times2/3{b8 cis dis} | e4 gis4 fis8. e16 fis4 | e2 r4 |
||||
|
b'4 | cis b gis b | cis b e, b' | cis b8 b gis4 e | cis2 r4 |
||||
|
b'4 | cis b8. b16 gis4 e8. e16 | fis4 e cis b8. b16 | e4 gis fis8.( e16) fis4 | e2. |
||||
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||||
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||||
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||||
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||||
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{ |
||||
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||||
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<< |
||||
|
\chords { \repeat volta 2 { g2 c g d |
||||
|
g2 c g4 d g2 } |
||||
|
\repeat volta 2 { g2 s s d |
||||
|
g s s4 d } |
||||
|
\alternative {{g2}{g2}} |
||||
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} |
||||
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||||
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||||
|
\relative c'' { |
||||
|
\key g \major \time 2/4 |
||||
|
\repeat volta 2 { b4 b8. a16 | g8 e e g16 e | d8 g g a | b a a d | |
||||
|
b4 b8. a16 | g8 e e g16 e | d8 d' d b | a g g a | } |
||||
|
\repeat volta 2 { b8 g a g16 a | b8 g a g16 a | b8 d d b | a g a4 | |
||||
|
b8 g a g16 a | b8 g a g16 a | b8 d d b | } |
||||
|
\alternative {{a8 g g a}{a8 g g4}} |
||||
|
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||||
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||||
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%Aus: Liederkiste / Seltsames Irish Song Book (modifiziert) |
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|
\include "header" |
||||
|
\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} |
||||
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||||
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{ |
||||
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\beginsong{Leis a Lurrighan}[by=Bardic] |
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\[Bm]On the ocean o‘he |
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In the gloamin‘ o‘ho |
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Leis a \[Bm]Lurrighan o‘he |
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Leis a \[D]Lurrighan o‘\[A]ho |
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Leis a Lurrighan o‘he |
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Leis a Lurrighan o‘ho |
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O’er the waves let us go |
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Aros passing o‘he |
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Was harrassing o‘ho |
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The proud belows to see |
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High as masthead to flow |
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Captain hollers o‘he |
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To his fellows o‘ho |
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Those that courage would flee |
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Let him go down below |
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In the tempest o‘he |
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And the cry of the sea |
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As the cold winds did blow |
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Captain hollers o‘he |
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To his fellows o‘ho |
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Those that won’t stay with me |
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Let them go down below |
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\beginsong{Captain Kelly's Kitchen}[by=Dropkick Murphys] |
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\beginverse |
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Come single guy and gal unto me pay attention |
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Don't ever fall in love |
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It's the devil's own invention |
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For once he fell in love with a maiden so bewitching |
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Miss Henrietta Bell down in Captain Kelly's kitchen |
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\beginchorus |
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With me toora loora la, me toora loora laddie |
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Me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie |
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\beginverse |
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At the age of seventeen I apprenticed to a grocer |
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Not far from Stephen's Green |
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Where Miss Henri' used to go sir |
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Her manners were sublime she set my heart a-twitchin' |
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When she invited me to a party in the kitchen |
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Sunday was the day that they were to have their flare-up |
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He dressed himself quite gay |
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I frizzed and oiled my hair up |
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The Captain had no wife and he had gone a-fishin' |
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She groped me on the stairs beneath the old man's kitchen |
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Her arms around my waist she slyly hinted marriage |
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When to the door in haste came Captain Kelly's carriage |
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Her eyes were full of hate and poison she was spittin' |
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The Captain kicked the door in and stormed into the kitchen |
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When the Captain came downstairs he saw my situation |
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In spite of all his prayers he was marched off to the station |
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For him they'd take no bail |
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To get home I was itchin' |
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He had to tell the tale how I came into the kitchen |
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I said she did invite me |
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But she gave flat denial |
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For assault she did indict me and I was sent for trial |
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She swore he'd robbed her house |
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In spite of all her screechin' |
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I got six months hard |
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For his courtin' in the kitchen |
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\beginsong{Green Fields of France}[by=Eric Bogle] |
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Oh \[G]how do you \[Em]do, young \[C]Willy Mc\[Am]Bride |
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Do you \[D]mind if I \[D7]sit here down \[C]beside your grave\[G]side |
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And rest for a \[Em]while 'neath the \[C]warm summer \[Am]sun |
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I've been \[D]walking all \[D7]day, and \[C]I'm nearly \[G]done |
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And I \[G]see by your \[Em]gravestone you were \[C]only nine\[Am]teen |
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When you \[D]joined the great \[C]fallen in \[G]19\[D7]16 |
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Well I \[G]hope you died \[Em]quick |
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And I \[Am]hope you died clean |
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Oh \[D]Willy Mc\[D7]Bride, was is it \[C]slow and ob\[G]scene |
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\[G]Did they \[D]beat the drums \[D7]slowly? |
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Did they \[C]play the fife \[G]lowly? |
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Did they \[D]sound the death \[D7]march as they \[C]lowered you \[D]down? |
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Did the \[C]band play the Last Post in \[G]cho\[Em]rus? |
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Did the \[G]pipes play the \[C]Flowers of the \[D7]Fo\[G]rest? |
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\beginverse |
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And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind |
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In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined |
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And though you died back in 1916 |
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To that loyal heart you're forever nineteen |
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Or are you a stranger without even a name |
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Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane |
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In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained |
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And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame |
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The sun shining down on these green fields of France |
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The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance |
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The trenches have vanished long under the plow |
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No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now |
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But here in this graveyard that's still no man's land |
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The countless white crosses in mute witness stand |
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To man's blind indifference to his fellow man |
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And a whole generation were butchered and damned |
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\beginverse |
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And I can't help but wonder oh Willy McBride |
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Do all those who lie here know why they died? |
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Did you really believe them when they told you the cause? |
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Did you really believe that this war would end wars? |
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Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame |
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The killing and dying it was all done in vain |
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Oh Willy McBride it all happened again |
||||
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And again, and again, and again, and again |
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\beginsong{All for me Grog}[by=Traditional] |
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\lilypond{all_for_me_grog} |
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\beginchorus |
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And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog |
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All for me beer and tobacco |
||||
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Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin |
||||
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Across the western ocean I must wander |
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\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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Where are me boots, me noggin, noggin boots |
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they're all gone for beer and tobacco |
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For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about |
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And the soles are looking for better weather |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Where is me shirt me noggin, noggin shirt |
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It's all gone for beer and tobacco |
||||
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For the collar is all worn and the sleeves they are all torn |
||||
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And the tail is looking for better weather |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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I'm sick in the head and I haven't gone to bed |
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Since I first came ashore from me slumber |
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For I spent all me dough on the lassies don't you know |
||||
|
Far across the western ocean I must wander |
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\endverse |
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\beginsong{Arthur Mac Bride}[by=Traditional] |
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\lilypond{arthur_mac_bride} |
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\beginverse |
||||
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I \[G]had a first cousin call'd Arthur McBride, |
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He and \[C]I took a \[G]stroll down \[C]by the sea\[Am]side |
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a-\[G]seeking good fortune and what would betide, |
||||
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'Twas just as the \[D]morning was \[C]dawn\[D7]ing. |
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Then \[G]after resting we \[C]both took a \[D7]tramp, |
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We \[Am]met sergeant \[G]Harper and \[C]Corporal \[Am]Cramp, |
||||
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Be\[G]sides the wee \[Am]drummer that \[G/h]beat up for \[G/d]camp, |
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With his \[G]Row-do-dow-\[D7]dow in the \[G]morning. |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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He says: "My good fellows, if you will enlist |
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Ten guineas in gold you shall have in your fist, |
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Besides a crown to kick up the dust |
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And drink the king's health in the morning." |
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"If we'd been such fools as to take the advance, |
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The wee a bit more we had to run chance; |
||||
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For you think it no scruple to send us to France, |
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Where we would be shot in the morning." |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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He says: "My good fellwos, if I hear but one word, |
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I instantly now will out with my sword, |
||||
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And into your body as strength will afford, |
||||
|
So now, my gay fellows, take warning!" |
||||
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But Arthur and I we took the odds, |
||||
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We gave them no time for to launch out their swords; |
||||
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With a spring o shillelag we paid them with blows |
||||
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And paid them right smart in the morning. |
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\endverse |
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\beginsong{Blarney Roses}[by=Traditional] |
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\lilypond{blarney_roses} |
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\beginchorus |
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Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow? |
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It may be down in Limerick town or over in Mayo. |
||||
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It's somewhere in the Em'rald Isle, but this I want to know: |
||||
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Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow? |
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\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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'Twas over in ould Ireland near the town of Cushendall, |
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One morn I met a damsel there, the fairest of them all. |
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'Twas with my young affections and my money did she go, |
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And she told me she belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow. |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Her cheeks were like the roses, her hair a raven hue. |
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Before that she was done with me, she had me raving too. |
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She left me sorely stranded, not a coin she left, you know, |
||||
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And she told me she belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow. |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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They've roses in Killarney, and the same in County Clare, |
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But 'pon my word those roses, boys, I can't see anywhere. |
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She blarney'd me and, by the powers, she left me broke -- ho, ho! -- |
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Did this damsel that belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow. |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Acushla gra-machree, me boys, she murmured soft, did she, |
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"If you belong to Ireland, it's yourself belongs to me." |
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Her Donegal come-all-ye brogue, it captured me, you know. |
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Bad scram to her and that same place, where the Blarney Roses grow. |
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\endverse |
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\beginsong{Bonnie Ship the Diamond}[by=Traditional] |
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\beginverse |
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The Diamond is a ship, my lads |
||||
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For the Davis Strait we're bound |
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The quay it is all garnished |
||||
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With bonnie lasses 'round |
||||
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Captain Thompson gives the order |
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To sail the ocean wide |
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Where the sun it never sets, my lads |
||||
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Nor darkness dims the sky |
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\endverse |
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\beginchorus |
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For it's cheer up my lads |
||||
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Let your hearts never fail |
||||
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For the bonnie ship the Diamond |
||||
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Goes a-hunting for the whale |
||||
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\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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Along the quay at Peterhead |
||||
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The lasses stand aroon |
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Wi' their shawls all pulled around them |
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And the saut tears runnin' doon |
||||
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Don't you weep, my bonnie wee lass |
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Though you be left behind |
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For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice |
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Before we change our mind |
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\beginverse |
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Here's a health to the Resolution |
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Likewise the Eliza Swan |
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Three cheers for the Battler of Montrose |
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And the Diamond, ship of fame |
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We wear the trousers o' the white |
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The jackets o' the blue |
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When we get back to Peterhead |
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We'll hae sweethearts enou' |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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It will be bright both day and night |
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When the Greenland lads come hame |
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Our ship full up with oil, my lads |
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And money to our name |
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We'll make the cradles for to rock |
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And the blankets for to tear |
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And every lass in Peterhead sing |
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"Hushabye, my dear" |
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\beginsong{Botany Bay}[by=Traditional] |
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\beginchorus |
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Fare\[D]well to your bricks and \[Bm]mortar, fare\[G]well to your \[A]dirty \[D]lies |
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Fare\[D]well to your gangways \[Bm]and your gang planks |
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And to \[Em]hell with your over\[A]time |
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For the \[D]good ship Raga\[Bm]muffin, she's \[G]lying \[A]at the \[D]quay |
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For to \[Bm]take oul Pat with a shovel on his back |
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To the shores of \[A]Botany \[D]Bay |
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\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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I'm on my way down to the quay, where the ship at anchor lays |
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To command a gang of navvys, that they told me to engage |
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I thought I'd drop in for a drink before I went away |
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For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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The boss came up this morning, he says "Well, Pat you know |
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If you don't get your navvys out, I'm afraid you'll have to go" |
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So I asked him for my wages and demanded all my pay |
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For I told him straight, I'm going to emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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And when I reach Australia I'll go and look for gold |
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There's plenty there for the digging of, or so I have been told |
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Or else I'll go back to my trade and a hundred bricks I'll lay |
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Because I live for an eight hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay |
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\endverse |
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\beginsong{Follow me up to Carlow}[by=Traditional] |
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\lilypond{follow_me_up_to_carlow} |
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\beginverse |
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\[Dm]Lift MacCahir \[C]Og your face |
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\[Dm]Brooding o’er the \[C]old dis\[Dm]grace |
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That black FitzWilliam \[C]stormed your place, |
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\[Dm]Drove you \[C]to the \[Dm]Fern |
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Grey said victory was sure |
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Soon the firebrand he’d secure; |
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Until he met at Glenmalure |
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With Feach MacHugh O’Byrne. |
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\endverse |
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\beginchorus |
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\[Am]Curse and swear Lord Kildare, |
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\[C]Feach will do what Feach will dare |
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\[Am]Now FitzWilliam, have a care |
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\[C]Fallen is your \[Dm]star, low. |
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\[Am]Up with halberd out with sword |
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\[C]On we’ll go for by the lord |
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\[Am]Feach MacHugh has \[G]given the \[C]word, |
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Follow me up to \[Dm]Carlow. |
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\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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See the swords of Glen Imayle, |
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Flashing o’er the English pale |
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See all the children of the Gael, |
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Beneath O’Byrne’s banners |
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Rooster of the fighting stock, |
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Would you let a Saxon cock |
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Crow out upon an Irish rock, |
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Fly up and teach him manners. |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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From Tassagart to Clonmore, |
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There flows a stream of Saxon gore |
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Oh, great is Rory Oge O’More, |
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At sending loons to Hades. |
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White is sick and Lane is fled, |
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Now for black FitzWilliam’s head |
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We’ll send it over, dripping red, |
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To Liza and her ladies. |
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\endverse |
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\beginsong{I'll Tell my Ma}[by=Traditional] |
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\lilypond{ill_tell_my_ma} |
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\beginverse |
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I'll \[G]tell my ma when \[C]I get \[G]home, |
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The \[D]boys won't leave the \[G]girls alone |
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They \[G]pull my hair and \[C]stole my \[G]comb |
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But \[D]that's all right till \[G]I go home |
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\endverse |
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\beginchorus |
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\[G]She is handsome, \[C]she is pretty, |
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\[G]She is the Belle of \[D]Belfast city |
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\[G]She is a courtin' \[C]one, two, three, |
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\[G]Please won't you \[D]tell me \[G]who is she. |
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\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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Albert Mooney says he loves her, |
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All the boys are fightin' for her |
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Knock at the door and ring at the bell, |
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Saying oh my true love, are you well |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Out she comes as white as snow, |
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Rrings on her fingers, bells on her toes |
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Ould Johnny Morrissey says she'll die |
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If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high |
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And the snow come travellin' through the sky |
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She's as sweet as apple pie, |
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She'll get her own lad by and by |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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When she gets a lad of her own |
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She won't tell her ma when she gets home |
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Let them all come as they will |
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|
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still |
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\endverse |
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\beginsong{Johnny Jump Up}[by=Eric Bogle] |
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\beginverse |
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I'll \[Dm]tell you a story that happened to me |
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One \[C]day as I went down to Cork by the sea |
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The \[Dm]sun it was hot and the \[F]day it was \[C]warm, |
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Says \[Dm]I a quiet \[C]pint wouldn't \[Dm]do me \[C]no \[Dm]harm |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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I went in and I called for a bottle of stout |
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Says the barman, I'm sorry, all the beer is sold out |
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Try whiskey or paddy, ten years in the wood |
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Says I, I'll try cider, I've heard it was good. |
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\endverse |
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\beginchorus |
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Oh \[Dm]never, Oh never, Oh never again |
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If I \[C]live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten |
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I \[Dm]fell to the ground and I \[F]couldn't get \[C]up |
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After \[Dm]drinking a \[C]quart of the \[Dm]Johnny \[C]Jump \[Dm]Up |
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\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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After downing the third I went out to the yard |
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|
Where I bumped into Brody, the big civic guard |
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|
Come here to me boy, don't you know I'm the law? |
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|
Well, I up with me fist and I shattered his jaw |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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He fell to the ground with his knees doubled up |
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|
But it wasn't I hit him, 'twas Johnny Jump Up |
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|
The next thing I remember down in Cork by the sea |
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|
Was a cripple on crutches and says he to me |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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I'm afraid of me life I'll be hit by a car |
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|
Won't you help me across to the Celtic Knot Bar? |
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|
After downing a quart of that cider so sweet |
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|
He threw down his crutches and danced on his feet |
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\endverse |
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\beginchorus |
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Oh \[Dm]never, Oh never, Oh never again |
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If I \[C]live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten |
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I \[Dm]fell to the ground and I \[F]couldn't get \[C]up |
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After \[Dm]drinking a \[C]quart of the \[Dm]Johnny \[C]Jump \[Dm]Up |
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\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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I went up the lee road, a friend for to see |
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|
They call it the madhouse in Cork by the Sea |
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|
Butl when I got there, sure the truth I will tell, |
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|
They had this poor bugger locked up in a cell |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Said the guard, testing him, say these words if you can, |
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|
"Around the rugged rock the ragged rascal ran" |
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|
Tell him I'm not crazy, tell him I'm not mad |
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|
It was only a sip of the bottle I had |
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\endverse |
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\beginchorus |
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Oh \[Dm]never, Oh never, Oh never again |
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|
If I \[C]live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten |
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I \[Dm]fell to the ground and I \[F]couldn't get \[C]up |
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After \[Dm]drinking a \[C]quart of the \[Dm]Johnny \[C]Jump \[Dm]Up |
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\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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Well, a man died in the mines by the name of McNabb |
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They washed him and laid him outside on the slab |
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|
And after the parlors measurements did take |
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|
His wife brought him home to a bloody fine wake |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Twas about 12 o'clock and the beer was high |
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|
The corpse sits up and says with a sigh |
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|
I can't get to heaven, they won't let me up |
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|
Til I bring them a quart of the Johnny Jump Up |
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\endverse |
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\beginchorus |
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Oh \[Dm]never, Oh never, Oh never again |
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If I \[C]live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten |
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I \[Dm]fell to the ground and I \[F]couldn't get \[C]up |
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After \[Dm]drinking a \[C]quart of the \[Dm]Johnny \[C]Jump \[Dm]Up |
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\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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So if ever you go down to Cork by the sea |
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Stay out of the ale house and take it from me |
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|
If you want to stay sane don't you dare take a sup |
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|
Of that devil drink cider called Johnny Jump Up |
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\endverse |
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\beginchorus |
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Oh \[Dm]never, Oh never, Oh never again |
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|
If I \[C]live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten |
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I \[Dm]fell to the ground and I \[F]couldn't get \[C]up |
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After \[Dm]drinking a \[C]quart of the \[Dm]Johnny \[C]Jump \[Dm]Up |
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\endchorus |
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\beginchorus |
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Oh \[Dm]never, Oh never, Oh never again |
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|
If I \[C]live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten |
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I \[Dm]fell to the ground and I \[F]couldn't get \[C]up |
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After \[Dm]drinking a \[C]quart of the \[Dm]Johnny \[C]Jump \[Dm]Up |
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\endchorus |
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\beginsong{Lanigan's Ball}[by=Traditional] |
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\lilypond{lanigans_ball} |
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\beginverse |
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In the town of Athy one Jeremy Lanigan |
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Battered away 'til he hadn't a pound. |
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|
His father died and made him a man again |
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|
Left him a farm and ten acres of ground. |
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|
He gave a grand party for friends and relations |
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|
Who didn't forget him when come to the wall, |
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And if you'll but listen I'll make your eyes glisten |
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|
Of the rows and the ructions of Lanigan's Ball. |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Myself to be sure got free invitation, |
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For all the nice girls and boys I might ask, |
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|
And just in a minute both friends and relations |
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|
Were dancing 'round merry as bees 'round a cask. |
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|
Judy O'Daly, that nice little milliner, |
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|
She tipped me a wink for to give her a call, |
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|
And I soon arrived with Peggy McGilligan |
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Just in time for Lanigan's Ball. |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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There were lashings of punch and wine for the ladies, |
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Potatoes and cakes; there was bacon and tea, |
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|
There were the Nolans, Dolans, O'Gradys |
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|
Courting the girls and dancing away. |
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|
Songs they went 'round as plenty as water, |
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|
The harp that once sounded in Tara's old hall, |
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|
Sweet Nelly Gray and The Rat Catcher's Daughter, |
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|
All singing together at Lanigan's Ball. |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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They were doing all kinds of nonsensical polkas |
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All 'round the room in a whirligig. |
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|
Julia and I, we banished their nonsense |
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|
And tipped them the twist of a reel and a jig. |
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|
'Och mavrone, how the girls got all mad at me |
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|
Danced 'til you'd think the ceiling would fall. |
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|
For I spent three weeks at Brooks' Academy |
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Learning new steps for Lanigan's Ball. |
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|
\endverse |
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\beginchorus |
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Three long weeks I spent up in Dublin, |
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Three long weeks to learn nothing at all, |
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|
Three long weeks I spent up in Dublin, |
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|
Learning new steps for Lanigan's Ball. |
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|
She stepped out and I stepped in again, |
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I stepped out and she stepped in again, |
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|
She stepped out and I stepped in again, |
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|
Learning new steps for Lanigan's Ball. |
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|
\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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Boys were all merry and the girls they were hearty |
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And danced all around in couples and groups, |
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'Til an accident happened, young Terrance McCarthy |
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Put his right leg through miss Finnerty's hoops. |
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|
Poor creature fainted and cried: Meelia murther, |
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|
Called for her brothers and gathered them all. |
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Carmody swore that he'd go no further |
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|
'Til he had satisfaction at Lanigan's Ball. |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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In the midst of the row miss Kerrigan fainted, |
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Her cheeks at the same time as red as a rose. |
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|
Some of the lads declared she was painted, |
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|
She took a small drop too much, I suppose. |
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|
Her sweetheart, Ned Morgan, so powerful and able, |
||||
|
When he saw his fair colleen stretched out by the wall, |
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|
Tore the left leg from under the table |
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|
And smashed all the Chaneys at Lanigan's Ball. |
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|
\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Boys, oh boys, 'twas then there were runctions. |
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|
Myself got a lick from big Phelim McHugh. |
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|
I soon replied to his introduction |
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|
And kicked up a terrible hullabaloo. |
||||
|
Old Casey, the piper, was near being strangled. |
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|
They squeezed up his pipes, bellows, chanters and all. |
||||
|
The girls, in their ribbons, they got all entangled |
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|
And that put an end to Lanigan's Ball. |
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\endverse |
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\beginsong{Mairi's Wedding}[by=Traditional] |
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|
\beginchorus |
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\[D]Step we gaily on we go |
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|
\[G]Heel for heel and \[A]toe for toe |
||||
|
Arm in arm and row and row |
||||
|
All for Mairi' s wedding |
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|
\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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Over hill-way up and down |
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|
Myrtle green and bracken brown |
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|
Past the shieling through the town |
||||
|
All for Mairi's wedding |
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|
\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Plenty herring plenty meal |
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Plenty peat tae fill her creel |
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Plenty bonny bairns as weel |
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|
That's the toast for Mairi |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Cheeks as bright as rowans are |
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Brighter far than any star |
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Fairest of them all by far |
||||
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Is my darling Mairi |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Over hill-ways up and down |
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|
Myrtle green and bracken brown |
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|
Past the sheiling through the town |
||||
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All for sake of Mairi |
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\endverse |
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\beginsong{Mary Mac}[by=Traditional] |
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\beginverse |
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|
There's a wee little lass and her name is Mary Mac |
||||
|
Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track. |
||||
|
Lots of other fellas wanna' get up on her back, |
||||
|
But I think they're gonna' have to get up early. |
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|
\endverse |
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||||
|
\beginchorus |
||||
|
Mary Mac's mother's makin' Mary Mac marry me! |
||||
|
My mother's makin' me marry Mary mac! |
||||
|
Well I'm gonna marry Mary for when Mary's takin' care o' me |
||||
|
We'll all be feelin' merry when I marry Mary Mac! |
||||
|
\endchorus |
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|
\beginverse |
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|
Now this wee lass, she has a lot of class. |
||||
|
She has a lot of brass and her mother thinks I'm a gas. |
||||
|
So I'd be a silly ass if I let the matter pass, |
||||
|
For my mother thinks she suits me rather fairly. |
||||
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Now Mary and her mother gang an awful lot together. |
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In fact you hardly see the one or the one without the other. |
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And the lads often wonder if it's Mary or her mother |
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Or the both of them together that I'm courtin'. |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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I said, well bonnie lass, where you gonna spend the day? |
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She said, among the heather and the hills of Banoffee, |
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Where all the boys and girls are makin' it for free, |
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Up among the heather and the hills of Banoffee. |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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The wedding's on Wednesday. Everything's arranged. |
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Soon her name will change to mine unless her mind be changed. |
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We're makin' the arrangements and I'm just a bit deranged. |
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For marriage is an awful undertakin'. |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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It's sure to be a grand affair and grander than a fair. |
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There's gonna be a coach and pair for every couple there. |
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We'll dine upon the finest fare. I'm sure to get my share. |
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If I don't we'll all be very much mistaken. |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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There's a wee little lass and her name is Mary Mac |
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Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track. |
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Lots of other fellas tryin' to get up on her back, |
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But I think they're gonna have to get up early. |
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\endverse |
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\beginsong{Molly Mallone / In Dublin's Fair City}[by=Traditional] |
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\lilypond{in_dublins_fair_city} |
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\beginverse |
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In Dublin's fair city, |
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Where the girls are so pretty, |
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I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, |
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As she wheeled her wheel-barrow, |
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Through streets broad and narrow, |
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Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" |
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\endverse |
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\beginchorus |
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"Alive, alive, oh, |
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Alive, alive, oh", |
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Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh". |
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\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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She was a fishmonger, |
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But sure 'twas no wonder, |
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For so were her father and mother before, |
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And they each wheeled their barrow, |
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Through streets broad and narrow, |
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Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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She died of a fever, |
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And no one could save her, |
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And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone. |
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Now her ghost wheels her barrow, |
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Through streets broad and narrow, |
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Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" |
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\endverse |
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\endsong |
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\beginsong{Red is the Rose}[by=Traditional] |
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\lilypond{red_is_the_rose} |
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\beginverse |
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Come \[D]over the hills, my \[A]bonnie Irish \[G]lass |
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Come \[D]over the hills to your \[G]dar\[A]ling |
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\[G]You choose the \[D]rose love, and \[G]I'll make the \[A]vow |
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And \[D]I'll be your \[G]true \[D]love for \[A]ev\[D]er |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows |
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Fair is the lily of the valley |
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Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne |
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But my love is fairer than any |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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'Twas down by Killarney's green woods we strayed |
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The moon and the stars they were shining |
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The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair |
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She swore she'd be my love forever |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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It's not for the parting that my sister pains |
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It's not for the grief of my mother |
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'Tis all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass |
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|
That my heart is breaking forever |
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\endverse |
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\selectlanguage{english} |
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\songcolumns{2} |
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\beginsong{Down by the Sally Gardens}[by=Traditional] |
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\lilypond{sally_gardens} |
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\beginchorus |
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It was \[D]down by the \[A]Sally \[G]Gar\[D]dens, |
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My \[G]love and \[A]I did \[G]meet. |
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She \[D]passed the \[A]Sally \[G]Gar\[D]dens |
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with \[G]little \[A]snow-white \[D]feet. |
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She \[D]bid me \[G]take love \[A]easy, |
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As the \[Bm]leaves grow \[G]on the \[D]tree. |
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But I was \[A]young and \[Bm]foo\[A]lish, |
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and \[G]with her did \[A]not ag\[D]ree. |
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\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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In a field down by the river, |
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|
my love and I did stand. |
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|
And on my leaning shoulder, |
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|
she laid her snow-white hand. |
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|
She bid me take life easy, |
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|
as the grass grows on the weirs, |
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|
But I was young and foolish, |
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|
and now am full of tears. |
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\endverse |
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\selectlanguage{english} |
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\songcolumns{2} |
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\beginsong{Seven Drunken Nights}[by=Traditional] |
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\beginverse |
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|
As I went home on Monday night |
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as drunk as drunk could be |
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|
I saw a horse outside the door |
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|
where my old horse should be |
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|
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: |
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|
Will you kindly tell to me |
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|
Who owns that horse outside the door |
||||
|
where my old horse should be? |
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|
|
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|
Ah, you're drunk, |
||||
|
you're drunk you silly old fool, |
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|
still you can not see |
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|
That's a lovely sow |
||||
|
that me mother sent to me |
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|
Well, it's many a day I've travelled |
||||
|
a hundred miles or more |
||||
|
But a saddle on a sow |
||||
|
sure I never saw before |
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|
\endverse |
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|
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|
\beginverse |
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|
And as I went home on Tuesday night |
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|
as drunk as drunk could be |
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|
I saw a coat behind the door |
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|
where my old coat should be |
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|
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: |
||||
|
Will you kindly tell to me |
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|
Who owns that coat behind the door |
||||
|
where my old coat should be |
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|
|
||||
|
Ah, you're drunk, |
||||
|
you're drunk you silly old fool, |
||||
|
still you can not see |
||||
|
That's a woollen blanket |
||||
|
that me mother sent to me |
||||
|
Well, it's many a day I've travelled |
||||
|
a hundred miles or more |
||||
|
But buttons in a blanket |
||||
|
sure I never saw before |
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|
\endverse |
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|
|
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|
\beginverse |
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|
And as I went home on Wednesday night |
||||
|
as drunk as drunk could be |
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|
I saw a pipe up on the chair |
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|
where my old pipe should be |
||||
|
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: |
||||
|
Will you kindly tell to me |
||||
|
Who owns that pipe up on the chair |
||||
|
where my old pipe should be |
||||
|
|
||||
|
Ah, you're drunk, |
||||
|
you're drunk you silly old fool, |
||||
|
still you can not see |
||||
|
That's a lovely tin whistle |
||||
|
that me mother sent to me |
||||
|
Well, it's many a day I've travelled |
||||
|
a hundred miles or more |
||||
|
But tobacco in a tin whistle |
||||
|
sure I never saw before |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
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|
\beginverse |
||||
|
And as I went home on Thursday night |
||||
|
as drunk as drunk could be |
||||
|
I saw two boots beneath the bed |
||||
|
where my old boots should be |
||||
|
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: |
||||
|
Will you kindly tell to me |
||||
|
Who owns them boots beneath the bed |
||||
|
where my old boots should be |
||||
|
|
||||
|
Ah, you're drunk, |
||||
|
you're drunk you silly old fool, |
||||
|
still you can not see |
||||
|
They're two lovely Geranium pots |
||||
|
me mother sent to me |
||||
|
Well, it's many a day I've travelled |
||||
|
a hundred miles or more |
||||
|
But laces in Geranium pots |
||||
|
I never saw before |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
And as I went home on Friday night |
||||
|
as drunk as drunk could be |
||||
|
I saw a head upon the bed |
||||
|
where my old head should be |
||||
|
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: |
||||
|
Will you kindly tell to me |
||||
|
Who owns that head upon the bed |
||||
|
where my old head should be |
||||
|
|
||||
|
Ah, you're drunk, |
||||
|
you're drunk you silly old fool, |
||||
|
still you can not see |
||||
|
That's a baby boy |
||||
|
that me mother sent to me |
||||
|
Well, it's many a day I've travelled |
||||
|
a hundred miles or more |
||||
|
But a baby boy with his whiskers on |
||||
|
sure I never saw before |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
And as I went home on Saturday night |
||||
|
as drunk as drunk could be |
||||
|
I saw two hands upon her breasts |
||||
|
where my old hands should be |
||||
|
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: |
||||
|
Will you kindly tell to me |
||||
|
Who owns them hands upon your breasts |
||||
|
where my old hands should be |
||||
|
|
||||
|
Ah, you're drunk, |
||||
|
you're drunk you silly old fool, |
||||
|
still you can not see |
||||
|
That's a lovely night gown |
||||
|
that me mother sent to me |
||||
|
Well, it's many a day I've travelled |
||||
|
a hundred miles or more |
||||
|
But fingers in a night gown |
||||
|
sure I never saw before |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
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 |
||||
|
|
||||
|
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 |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\endsong |
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|
\selectlanguage{english} |
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|
\songcolumns{2} |
||||
|
\beginsong{Spancil Hill}[by=Traditional] |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\lilypond{spancil_hill} |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by |
||||
|
My mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly. |
||||
|
I stepped upon a vision and I followed with the wind, |
||||
|
When next I came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
Been on the twenty-third of June the day before the fair |
||||
|
When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there |
||||
|
The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill |
||||
|
At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
Delighted by the novelty, enchanted by the scene. |
||||
|
Where in me early boyhood where often I had been. |
||||
|
I thought I heard a murmur. I think I hear it still. |
||||
|
It's the little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
To amuse a passing fancy, I laid down on the ground. |
||||
|
And all my school companions, they shortly gathered round. |
||||
|
When we were home returning, we danced with bright good will |
||||
|
To Martin Monahan's music, at the cross at Spancil Hill. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
I went to see me neighbours to hear what they would say |
||||
|
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning grey |
||||
|
But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still |
||||
|
Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love |
||||
|
She's as white as any lily, gentle as a dove |
||||
|
And she threw her arms around me, saying Johnny I love you still |
||||
|
Ah, she's now a farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
I dreamt I knelt and kissed her as in the days of yore |
||||
|
Ah, Johnny you're only joking as many the time before |
||||
|
Then the cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill |
||||
|
I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\endsong |
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|
\selectlanguage{english} |
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|
\songcolumns{2} |
||||
|
\beginsong{Spanish Lady}[by=Traditional] |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\lilypond{spanish_lady} |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
As I came down through Dublin City |
||||
|
At the hour of twelve at night, |
||||
|
Who should I see but a Spanish lady |
||||
|
Washing her feet by candle light. |
||||
|
First she washed them, then she dried them |
||||
|
O’er a fire of amber coal, |
||||
|
In all my life I ne’er did see |
||||
|
A maid so sweet about the sole. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginchorus |
||||
|
Chorus: Whack for the toora loora laddy, |
||||
|
Whack for the toora loora lay. |
||||
|
Whack for the toora loora laddy, |
||||
|
Whack for the toora loora lay. |
||||
|
\endchorus |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
As I came back through Dublin city |
||||
|
At the hour of half past eight, |
||||
|
Who should I spy but the Spanish lady |
||||
|
Brushing her hair in broad daylight. |
||||
|
First she tossed it, then she brushed it, |
||||
|
On her lap was a silver comb, |
||||
|
In all my life I ne’er did see |
||||
|
A maid so fair since I did roam. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
As I went back through Dublin city |
||||
|
As the sun began to set, |
||||
|
Who should I spy but the Spanish lady |
||||
|
Catching a moth in a golden net. |
||||
|
When she saw me then she fled me, |
||||
|
Lifting her petticoat o’er her knee, |
||||
|
In all my life I ne’er did see |
||||
|
A maid so shy as the Spanish lady. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
I’ve wandered north and I’ve wandered south, |
||||
|
Through Stonybatter and Patrick’s Close, |
||||
|
Up and around the Glouster diamond |
||||
|
And back by Napper Tandy’s house. |
||||
|
Old age has her hand laid on me, |
||||
|
Cold as a fire of ashy coals, |
||||
|
But in all my life I ne’er did see, |
||||
|
A maid so sweet as the Spanish lady. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\endsong |
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|
\selectlanguage{english} |
||||
|
\songcolumns{2} |
||||
|
\beginsong{Step it out Mary}[by=Traditional] |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
In the \[Am]village of \[Em]Kildoran lived a \[Am]maiden young and \[Em]fair. |
||||
|
Her \[Am]eyes, they shone like \[Em]diamonds, she had \[C]long and \[Em]golden \[Am]hair, |
||||
|
The \[Am]countryman came \[Em]riding up \[Am]to her daddy's \[Em]gate, |
||||
|
Mounted \[Am]on a milk-white \[Em]stallion he came \[C]at the \[G]stroke of \[Am]eight. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginchorus |
||||
|
Step it out \[Am]Mary, my fine \[Em]daughter, |
||||
|
Step it out \[Am]Mary if you \[Em]can. |
||||
|
Step it out \[Am]Mary, my fine \[Em]daughter, |
||||
|
Show your \[C]legs to the \[G]country\[Am]man. |
||||
|
\endchorus |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
I have come to court your daughter, Mary of the golden hair, |
||||
|
I have gold and I have silver, I have land beyond compare. |
||||
|
I will buy her silks and satins and a gold ring for her hand. |
||||
|
I will build for her a mansion, she'll have servants to command. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
"Oh, kind Sir I have a soldier and I've pledged to him my hand. |
||||
|
I don't want your house nor silver, I don't want your gold nor land." |
||||
|
Mary's father spoke up sharply, "you will do as you are told |
||||
|
You will marry him on Sunday and you will wear the ring of gold." |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
In the village of Kildoran there's a deep stream running by. |
||||
|
They found Mary there on Sunday, drowned with the soldier boy. |
||||
|
In the cottage there is music, you can hear her daddy say, |
||||
|
"Step it out Mary my fine daughter, Sunday is your wedding day." |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\endsong |
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|
\selectlanguage{english} |
||||
|
\songcolumns{2} |
||||
|
\beginsong{Bold Fenian Men}[by=Traditional] |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\lilypond{the_bold_fenian_men} |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman |
||||
|
She was picking young nettles and she scarce saw me coming |
||||
|
I listened awhile to the song she was humming |
||||
|
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming |
||||
|
On strong manly forms and their eyes with hope gleaming |
||||
|
I see them again, sure, in all my daydreaming |
||||
|
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men |
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Some died on the glenside, some died near a stranger |
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And wise men have told us that their cause was a failure |
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They fought for old Ireland and they never feared danger |
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Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her |
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Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her |
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We may have brave men, but we'll never have better |
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Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men |
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\beginsong{Jolly Beggar}[by=Traditional] |
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\lilypond{the_jolly_beggar} |
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\beginverse |
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It's of a jolly beggarman came tripping o'er the plain |
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He came unto a farmer's door a lodging for to gain |
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The farmer's daughter she came down and viewed him cheek and chin |
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She says: "He is a handsome man, I pray you take him in" |
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\endverse |
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\beginchorus |
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We'll go no more aroving, aroving in the night |
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We'll go no more aroving, let the moon shine so bright |
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We'll go no more aroving |
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\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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He would not lie within the barn nor yet within the byre |
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But he would in the corner lie down by the kitchen fire |
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Oh then the beggar's bed was made of good clean sheets and hay |
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And down beside the kitchen fire the jolly beggar lay |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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The farmer's daughter she got up to bolt the kitchen door |
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And there she saw the beggar standing naked on the floor |
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He took the daughter in his arms and to the bed he ran |
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"Kind sir" she says "Be easy now, you'll waken our good man" |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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"Now you are no beggar, you are some gentleman, |
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For you have stolen my maidenhead and I am quite undone" |
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"I am no lord, I am no squire, of beggars I be one, |
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And beggars they be robbers all, so you are quite undone" |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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She took her bed in both her hands and threw it at the wall |
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Says "Go ye with the beggarman, my maidenhead and all!" |
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\endverse |
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\beginsong{Parting Glass}[by=Traditional] |
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\lilypond{the_parting_glass} |
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\beginverse |
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Of all the money that ere I had, I spent it in good company. |
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And of all the harm that ere I've done, alas was done to none but me. |
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And all I've done for want of wit, to memory now I cannot recall. |
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So fill me to the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all. |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Of all the comrades that ere I had, they're sorry for my going away, |
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And of all the sweethearts that ere I had , they wish me one more day to stay, |
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But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise while you should not, |
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I will gently rise and I'll softly call, "Goodnight and joy be with you all!" |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Oh, if I had money enough to spend and leisure time to sit awhile |
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There is a fair maid in this town that sorely has my heart beguiled |
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Her rosey cheeks and ruby lips, she alone has my heart in thrall. |
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So fill me to the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all. |
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\endverse |
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\selectlanguage{english} |
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\songcolumns{2} |
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\beginsong{Raggle Taggle Gipsie}[by=Traditional] |
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\lilypond{the_raggle_taggle_gypsy} |
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\beginverse |
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There were three gypsies a come to my door |
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And downstairs ran this lady, O! |
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One sang high and another sang low |
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And the other sang bonny, bonny, Biscay, O! |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Then she pulled off her silk finished gown |
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And put on hose of leather, O! |
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The ragged, ragged, rags about our door |
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She's gone with the raggle taggle gypsies, O! |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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It was late last night, when my lord came home |
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Enquiring for his a-lady, O! |
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The servants said, on every hand |
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She's gone with the raggle taggle gypsies, O! |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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O saddle to me my milk-white steed |
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Go and fetch me my pony, O! |
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That I may ride and seek my bride |
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Who is gone with the raggle taggle gypsies, O! |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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O he rode high and he rode low |
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He rode through woods and copses too |
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Until he came to an open field |
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And there he espied his a-lady, O! |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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What makes you leave your house and land? |
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What makes you leave your money, O? |
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What makes you leave your new wedded lord? |
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To go with the raggle taggle gypsies, O! |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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What care I for my house and my land? |
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What care I for my money, O? |
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What care I for my new wedded lord? |
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I'm off with the raggle taggle gypsies, O! |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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Last night you slept on a goose-feather bed |
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With the sheet turned down so bravely, O! |
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And to-night you'll sleep in a cold open field |
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Along with the raggle taggle gypsies, O! |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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What care I for a goose-feather bed? |
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With the sheet turned down so bravely, O! |
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|
For to-night I shall sleep in a cold open field |
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|
Along with the raggle taggle gypsies, O! |
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\endverse |
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\selectlanguage{english} |
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\songcolumns{2} |
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\beginsong{Rare Old Mountain Dew}[by=Traditional] |
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||||
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\lilypond{the_rare_old_mountain_dew} |
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\beginverse |
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Let the grasses grow, and the waters flow, |
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|
in a free and easy way, |
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|
But give me enough of the rare old stuff |
||||
|
That's made near Galway Bay. |
||||
|
Oh peelers all, from Donegal, |
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|
Galway and Etrim too |
||||
|
We'll give them a slip and we'll take a sip |
||||
|
Of the rare old Mountain Dew |
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|
\endverse |
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|
\beginchorus |
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thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum |
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|
thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey |
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|
thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum |
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|
thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey |
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|
\endchorus |
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|
\beginverse |
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There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill, |
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|
Where the smoke curls up to the sky. |
||||
|
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, |
||||
|
That there's whiskey brewing nearby. |
||||
|
For it fills the air with odor rare, |
||||
|
And betwixt both me and you, |
||||
|
When home we roll, we can drink a bowl, |
||||
|
Or a bucketful of Mountain Dew. |
||||
|
\endverse |
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|
\beginverse |
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|
Now learned men as use the pen |
||||
|
Who've wrote your praises high, |
||||
|
This sweet 'pocheen' (potion) from Ireland's green |
||||
|
Distilled from wheat and rye. |
||||
|
Throw away your pills - it'll cure all ills |
||||
|
Of Pagan or Christian or Jew. |
||||
|
Take off your coat and free your throat |
||||
|
With the rare old Mountain Dew. |
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\endverse |
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\endsong |
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\selectlanguage{english} |
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\songcolumns{2} |
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|
\beginsong{Rattling Bog}[by=Traditional] |
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||||
|
\lilypond{the_rattling_bog} |
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|
|
||||
|
\beginchorus |
||||
|
\[G]Hey ho, the \[C]rattlin' bog, |
||||
|
The \[G]bog down in the \[D]valley-oh, |
||||
|
\[G]Hey ho, the \[C]rattlin' bog, |
||||
|
The \[G]bog down \[D]in the \[G]valley-oh. |
||||
|
\endchorus |
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||||
|
\beginverse |
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|
Now \[G]in the bog there was a tree, |
||||
|
A rare tree, a \[D]rattlin' tree; |
||||
|
The \[G]tree in the bog, |
||||
|
And the \[G]bog down \[D]in the \[G]valley-oh. |
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|
\endverse |
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|
\beginverse |
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|
Now on that tree there was a branch... |
||||
|
A rare branch, a rattlin' branch; |
||||
|
The branch on the tree, |
||||
|
And the tree in the bog, |
||||
|
And the bog down in the valley-oh. |
||||
|
\endverse |
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|
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|
\beginverse |
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|
... branch... |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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|
...twig... |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
||||
|
...leaf... |
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|
\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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|
...nest... |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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|
...egg... |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
||||
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...bird... |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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...wing... |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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...feather... |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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|
...flea... |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
||||
|
...rash... |
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\endverse |
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\endsong |
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\selectlanguage{english} |
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\songcolumns{2} |
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\beginsong{Rising of the Moon}[by=John Keegan Casey] |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\lilypond{the_rising_of_the_moon} |
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|
||||
|
\beginverse |
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|
Oh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, |
||||
|
tell me why you hurry so? |
||||
|
Husha buachill hush and listen |
||||
|
and his cheeks were all aglow, |
||||
|
I bare orders from the captain, |
||||
|
get you ready quick and soon, |
||||
|
For the pikes must be together |
||||
|
by The Rising Of The Moon. |
||||
|
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||||
|
By the Rising Of The Moon, |
||||
|
By the Rising Of The Moon, |
||||
|
For the pikes must be together |
||||
|
By the Rising Of The Moon. |
||||
|
\endverse |
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|
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|
\beginverse |
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|
And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, |
||||
|
where the gathering is to be? |
||||
|
At the old spot by the river, |
||||
|
quite well known to you and me. |
||||
|
One more word for signal token |
||||
|
whistle out the marchin' tune. |
||||
|
With your pike upon your shoulder |
||||
|
by The Rising Of The Moon. |
||||
|
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||||
|
By the Rising Of The Moon, |
||||
|
By the Rising Of The Moon, |
||||
|
With your pike upon your shoulder |
||||
|
By the Rising Of The Moon. |
||||
|
\endverse |
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|
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|
\beginverse |
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|
Out of many a mud wall cabin |
||||
|
eyes were watching through the night |
||||
|
Many a manly heart was beating |
||||
|
for the blessed warning light |
||||
|
Murmurs rang along the valleys, |
||||
|
to the banshees lonely croon, |
||||
|
And a thousand pikes were flashing |
||||
|
by The Rising Of The Moon. |
||||
|
|
||||
|
By the Rising Of The Moon, |
||||
|
By the Rising Of The Moon, |
||||
|
And a thousand pikes were flashing |
||||
|
By the Rising Of The Moon. |
||||
|
\endverse |
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|
|
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|
\beginverse |
||||
|
All along that singing river |
||||
|
that dark mass of men was seen. |
||||
|
High above their shining weapons |
||||
|
hung their own beloved green. |
||||
|
Death to every foe and traitor! |
||||
|
Whistle out the marching tune. |
||||
|
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, |
||||
|
'Tis The Rising Of The Moon. |
||||
|
|
||||
|
'Tis the Rising Of The Moon, |
||||
|
'tis the Rising Of The Moon, |
||||
|
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, |
||||
|
Tis the Rising Of The Moon. |
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|
\endverse |
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\endsong |
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\selectlanguage{english} |
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|
\songcolumns{2} |
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|
\beginsong{Ye Jacobites}[by=Traditional] |
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|
|
||||
|
\beginchorus |
||||
|
Ye \[Em]Jacobites by name lend an \[G]ear, lend an \[D]ear |
||||
|
Ye \[Em]Jacobites by name \[D]lend an \[Em]ear |
||||
|
Ye Jacobites by name your \[D]faults I will proclaim |
||||
|
Your \[Em]doctrines I must blame, you shall \[G]hear, you shall \[D]hear. |
||||
|
Your \[Em]doctrines I must blame, \[D]you shall \[Em]hear. |
||||
|
\endchorus |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
What is right and what is wrong by the law, by the law |
||||
|
What is right and what is wrong by the law |
||||
|
What is right and what is wrong, a short sword and a long |
||||
|
A weak arm and a strong for to draw. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
What makes heroic strife famed afar, famed afar? |
||||
|
What makes heroic strife famed afar? |
||||
|
What makes heroic strife, to whet the assassin's knife |
||||
|
Or hunt a parent's life with bloody war. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
Then leave your schemes alone in the state, in the state |
||||
|
Then leave your schemes alone in the state |
||||
|
Then leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun |
||||
|
And leave a man alone to his fate. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
Then leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun |
||||
|
And leave a man alone to his fate... |
||||
|
And leave a man alone to his fate. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
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|
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|
\endsong |
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\selectlanguage{english} |
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|
\songcolumns{2} |
||||
|
\beginsong{Lord of the Dance}[by=Sydney Carter] |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\lilypond{lord_of_the_dance} |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
I danced in the morning when the world was young, |
||||
|
I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun, |
||||
|
I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth |
||||
|
At Bethlehem I had my birth. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginchorus |
||||
|
Dance, dance, wherever you may be, |
||||
|
I am the Lord of the Dance, said he. |
||||
|
I'll lead you all, wherever you may be |
||||
|
And I'll lead you all in the dance, said he. |
||||
|
\endchorus |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
I danced for the scribes and the pharisees, |
||||
|
They wouldn't dance and they wouldn't follow me. |
||||
|
I danced for the fishermen James and John. |
||||
|
They followed me and the dance went on. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame, |
||||
|
The Holy People said it was a shame. |
||||
|
They whipped me, stripped me, and hung me high |
||||
|
And left me there on the cross to die. |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
I danced on a Friday when the world turned black |
||||
|
It's hard to dance with the devil on your back |
||||
|
They buried my body, they thought I was gone |
||||
|
But I am the dance, and the dance goes on |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
They cut me down and I leapt up high |
||||
|
I am the life that will never, never die |
||||
|
I'll live in you if you'll live in me |
||||
|
I am the Lord of the dance, said he |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\endsong |
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|
\selectlanguage{english} |
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|
\songcolumns{2} |
||||
|
\beginsong{Blacksmith}[by=Unknown] |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\lilypond{the_blacksmith} |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
A blacksmith courted me, nine months or better |
||||
|
He fairly won my heart, wrote me a letter |
||||
|
With his hammer in his hand, he looked so clever |
||||
|
And if I were with my love, I would live forever |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
Oh, where has my love gone with his cheeks like roses |
||||
|
He's gone across the sea gathering primroses |
||||
|
Will burn and scorch I fear the shining sun his beauty |
||||
|
And if I were with my love, I would do my duty |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
Strange news is come to town, strange news is carried |
||||
|
Sad news cried up and down, that my love is married |
||||
|
I wish them both much joy, though they can't hear me |
||||
|
And if I were with my love, I'd do my duty |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
What did you promise me when you lay beside me |
||||
|
You said you'd marry me and not deny me |
||||
|
If I said I'd marry you, 'twas only to try you |
||||
|
So bring your witness, love, and I'll not deny you |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
|
\beginverse |
||||
|
Oh, witness I have none, save God Almighty |
||||
|
And may he reward you well for the slighting of me |
||||
|
Her lips grew pale and wan; her heart did tremble |
||||
|
For to think she'd had one love, and he proved deceitful |
||||
|
\endverse |
||||
|
|
||||
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\beginsong{The Scotsman}[by=Mike Cross] |
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Well a \[C]Scotsman clad in \[F]kilt |
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left a \[G]bar on evening \[C]fair |
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And \[C]one could tell by \[F]how he walked |
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that he'd \[C]drunk more than his \[G]share |
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He \[F]fumbled round un\[C]til he could |
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no \[F]longer keep his \[G]feet |
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Then he \[C]stumbled \[G]off in\[C]to the \[F]grass |
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to \[G]sleep beside the \[C]street |
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\[F]Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh |
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\[C]ring di diddly I \[G]oh |
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He \[C]stumbled \[G]off in\[C]to the \[F]grass |
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to \[G]sleep beside the \[C]street |
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About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by |
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And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye |
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See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built |
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I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt |
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Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh |
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I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt |
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They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be |
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Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see |
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And there behold, for them to see, beneath his Scottish skirt |
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Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth |
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Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh |
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Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth |
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They marveled for a moment, then one said we must be gone |
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Let's leave a present for our friend, before we move along |
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As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow |
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Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show |
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Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh |
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Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show |
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Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards a tree |
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Behind a bush, he lift his kilt and gawks at what he sees |
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And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes. |
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O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize |
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Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh |
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O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize |
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