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As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be? Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a 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 |
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I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal I kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Clouds are drifting across the moon Cats are prowling on their beat Spring's a girl from the streets at night Dirty old town Dirty old town I heard a siren from the docks Saw a train set the night on fire Smelled the spring on the smoky wind Dirty old town Dirty old town I'm going to make me a good sharp axe Shining steel tempered in the fire I'll chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town Dirty old town I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal I kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town |
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With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay
And as I rode out through Galway Town to seek for recreation On the seventeenth of August, me mind being elevated There were multitudes assembled with their tickets at the station And me eyes began to dazzle and they're going to see the races With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay There were passengers from Limerick and passengers from Nenagh Passengers from Dublin and sportsmen from Tipperary There were passengers from Kerry and all quarters of the nation And our member Mr Hardy for to join the Galway Blazers With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay There were multitudes from Aran and members from New Quay shore The boys from Connemara and the Clare unmarried maidens People from Cork City who were loyal, true and faithful They brought home the Fenian prisoners from dying in foreign nations With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay And it's there you'll see confectioners with sugarsticks and dainties The lozenges and oranges, the lemonade and raisins Gingerbread and spices to accomodate the ladies And a big crubeen for thruppence to be suckin' while you're able With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay And it's there you'll see the gamblers, the thimbles and the garters And the sporting Wheel of Fortune with the four and twenty quarters There was others without scruple pelting wattles at poor Maggy And her daddy well contented to be gawking at his daughter With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay And it's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing The nimble-footed dancers and they trippin' on the daisies There was others shoutin' cigars and lights and bills for all the races With the colours of the jockey and the price and horses' ages With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay And it's there you'll see the jockeys and they mounted on so stately The pink, the blue, the orange and green, the emblem of our nation When the bell was rung for starting all the horses seemed impatient I thought they never stood on ground, their speed was so amazing With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay There was half a million people there of all denominations The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew and Presbyterian There was yet no animosity no matter what persuasion But failte and hospitality inducing Mr Paisley With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay |
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There's ne'er a nicht I'm gane to ramble, there's ne'er a nicht I'm gane to roam
There's ne'er a nicht I'm gane to ramble, intae the erms of me ain true love I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company Though the nicht be as dark as dungeon, not a star can be seen above I will be guided without a stumble, intae the erms of my ane true love I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company He stepped up tae her bedroom winday, kneeling gently upon a staine He whispers through her bedroom winday, my darling dear do you lie alaine I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company She raised her head from her down soft pillow, wi' her erms around her breasts Says: ”Why is that that my bedroom winday is 'sterbing me at my long nicht's rest?” I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company Says I: ”My love it's I thy true lover, open the door and let me in For I have come on a long nights journey more than near drenched to my skin” I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company She opened the door wi' the greatest pleasure, she opened the door and she let him in They both shook hands and embraced each other, until the morning they lay as one I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company Says I: My love I must go and leave you, to climb the hills they are far above But I will climb wi' the greatest pleasure, since I've been in the arms of my love |
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In a neat little town they called Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound And many an hour sweet happiness Have I spent in that neat little town As sad misfortune came over me Which caused me to stray from the land Far away from me friends and relations Betrayed by the black velvet band Her eyes they shown like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land And her hair, it hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band I took a stroll down broadway Meaning not long for to stay When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid Come a-traipsing along the highway She was both fair and handsome Her neck, it was just like a swan And her hair, it hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band Her eyes they shown like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land And her hair, it hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid And a gentleman passing us by Well, I knew she meant the doing of him By the look in her roguish black eye A gold watch she took from his pocket And placed it right into my hand And the very first thing that I said, was Bad 'cess to the black velvet band Her eyes they shown like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land And her hair, it hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band Before the judge and the jury Next morning, I had to appear The judge, he says to me: "Young man, you're case it is proven clear We'll give you seven years penal servitude To be spent far away from the land Far away from your friends and relations Betrayed by the black velvet band" Her eyes they shown like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land And her hair, it hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band So come all you jolly young fellows A warning take by me When you are out on the town, me lads Beware of the pretty colleens They'll feed you with strong drink, me lads 'Till you are unable to stand And the very first thing that you'll know is You've landed in Van Diemens Land Her eyes they shown like diamonds Her neck, it was just like a swan And her hair, it hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band |
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It's lonesome away from your kindred and all,
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call, But there's nothing so lonesome, so dull or so drear, Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer. Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come, There's a faraway look on the face of the bum, The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer, What a terrible place is a pub with no beer. The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat, He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat, But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer, When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!" There's a dog on the veranda, for his master he waits, But the boss is inside, drinking wine with his mates, He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear. It's no place for a dog, round a pub with no beer. Old Billy, the blacksmith, for the first time in his life, Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife, He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, me dear" Then he breaks down and he tells her , that the pub's got no beer Oh, it's lonesome away from your kindred and all, By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call, But there's nothing so lonesome, so dull or so drear, Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer. |
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When first I landed in Liverpool, I went upon a spree
Me money alas I spent it fast, got drunk as drunk could be And when that me money was all gone, 'twas then I wanted more But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once more But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more I spent the night with Angeline too drunk to roll in bed Me watch was new and me money too, in the morning with them she fled And as I walked the streets about, the whores they all did roar There goes Jack Spratt, the poor sailorlad, he must go to sea once more Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once more There goes Jack Spratt, the poor sailorlad, he must go to sea once more And as I walked the streets about, I met with the Rapper Brown I asked him for to take me on and he looked at me with a frown He said last time you was paid off with me you could no score But I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance and I'll send you to see once more Once more, boys, once more, send you to sea once more I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance and I'll send you to see once more He shipped me on board of a whaling ship bound for the arctic seas Where the cold winds blow through the frost and snow and Jamaica rum would freeze But worse to bear, I'd no hard weather gear for I'd spent all money on shore 'twas then that I wished that I was dead and could go to sea no more No more, boys, no more, go to sea no more 'twas then that I wished that I was dead and could go to sea no more So come all you bold seafaring men, who listen to me song When you come off them long trips, I'll have you not go wrong Take my advice, drink no strong drink, don't go sleeping with them whores Get married instead and spend all night in bed and go to sea no more No more, boys, no more, go to sea no more Get married instead and spend all night in bed and go to sea no more |
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(D. Behan)
When Eve was in the garden, Adam climbed an apple tree, He went aloft up to the top, to see what he could see. He gazed in awe of what he saw, it made the poor man grieve. For Patrick John Maloney stood there, whispering to Eve... "Ah kiss me love, and miss me love And dry your bitter tears. My loving you'll remember now For many, many years. Be happy love, be satisfied, I left you in the pink. There's many a man that wants a bride. Maloney wants a drink." Salome danced for Paddy, taking off her seven veils. Salome said, "Maloney, that's a trick that never fails." Malone put Salome's oily clothing in a sack. "I'll run along now to the pawn, and bring your bundle back." "Ah kiss me love, and miss me love And dry your bitter tears. My loving you'll remember now For many, many years. Be happy love, be satisfied, I left you in the pink. There's many a man that wants a bride. Maloney wants a drink." From London to Nebraska, and from Glasgow to Hong Kong, From Cardiff to Alaska, from Peking to Saigon, Wherever girls are lonely, I know that in his role, It's there you'll find Maloney, a waiting to console... "Ah kiss me love, and miss me love And dry your bitter tears. My loving you'll remember now For many, many years. Be happy love, be satisfied, I left you in the pink. There's many a man that wants a bride. Maloney wants a drink." |
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As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver [Chorus] Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me But the devil take the women for they never can be easy [Chorus] I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder But Jenny blew me charges and she filled them up with water Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter [Chorus] And 't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken [Chorus] There's some take delight in the carriages a rolling and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling but I take delight in the juice of the barley and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early [Chorus] And if anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenney And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LUKE KELLY, JOHN EDMUND SHEEHAN, - DP, RONALD JOSEPH DREW, CIARON BOURKE, BARNEY MCKENNA Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC |
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