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I've been a Wild Rover for many's the Year
And I spend all my money on Whiskey and Beer And now I'm returning with Gold in great store And I never will play the Wild Rover no more And it's no,nay,never no,nay,never no more will I play the Wild Rover no,never no more I went into an alehouse I used to frequent And I told my Landlady my Money was spent I asked her for Credit She answered me nay Such a Custom as yours I could have any day And it's no,nay,never..... I took from my pocket ten Sovereigns bright And the Landlady's eyes opened up with delight She said she had Whiskeys and Wines of the best And the words that She tolt me were only in jest And it's no,nay,never..... I went home to my Parents confest what I'd done And I asked them to pardon their prodigal son And when they'd caressed me as oft times before I never will play the Wild Rover no more And it's no,nay,never..... ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CIARON BOURKE, RONNIE KELLY, RONNIE DREW, BARNEY MCKENNA <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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Fare thee well, my lovely Dinah, a thousand times adieu.
We're goin' away from the Holy Ground and the girls we all love true. We will sail the salt seas over and we'll return for shore, To see again the girls we love and the Holy Ground once more. Fine girl you are! You're the girl I do adore, And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more. Fine girl you are! And now the storm is raging and we are far from shore; And the good old ship is tossin' about and the rigging is all tore. And the secrets of my mind, my love, you're the girl I do adore, And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more. Fine girl you are! You're the girl I do adore, And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more. Fine girl you are! And now the storm is over and we are safe and well We will go into a public house and we'll sit and drink like hell! We will drink strong ale and porter and we'll make the rafters roar, And when our money is all spent, we'll go to sea once more. Fine girl you are! You're the girl I do adore, And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more. Fine girl you are! |
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In the merry month of May,
From my home I started, Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted, Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother, Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born, I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin, In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs, And frightened all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin. [Chorus:] One, two, three, four five, Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, Whack-fol-lol-de-ra. In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy, Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin', That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking. To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while, At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'. They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required, Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin. [Chorus] In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city. Then I took a stroll, All among the quality, My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality; Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind; No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'. Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue, Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin. [Chorus] From there I got away, My spirits never failin' Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin'; Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he, When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy, Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin', When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead, Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin. [Chorus] The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed, Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it; Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin', Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin', "Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly; Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in, Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray. We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin. [Chorus] |
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On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don't ya leave me When I was a young boy I heard me father say That he'd rather see me dead and buried in the clay Sooner than be married to any runaway By the lovely sweet banks of the roses On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don't ya leave me And then I am no runaway and soon I'll let them know That I can take a bottle or can leave it alone And if her daddy doesn't like it he can keep his daughter at home And young Johnny will go rovin' with some other On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don't ya leave me And when I get married t'will be in the month of May When the leaves they are green and the meadows they are gay And me and me true love we'll sit and sport and play By the lovely sweet banks of the roses On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don't ya leave me |
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Farewell to Prince's Landing Stage
River Mersey, fare thee well I am bound for California, A place I know right well Chorus: So fare thee well, my own true love For when I return, united we will be It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me But my darling when I think of thee I'm bound off for California By the way of stormy Cape Horn And I'm bound to write you a letter, love When I am homeward bound (Chorus) I have signed on a Yankee clipper ship Davy Crockett is her name And Burgess is the Captain of her And they that say she's a floating shame (Chorus) I have shipped with Burgess once before And I think I know him well If a man's a sailor, he can get along If not, then he's sure in Hell (Chorus) Farewell to lower Frederick Street Ensign Terrace and Park Lane For I think it will be a long, long time Before I see you again (Chorus) Oh the sun is on the harbour, love And I wish I could remain For I know it will be a long, long time Till I see you again (Chorus) |
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> Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way but the love for the liquor poor Tim was born To help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch Biddy O'Brien began to cry, ""Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see, Tim avourneen, why did you die?"", ""Will ye hould your gob?"" said Paddy McGee Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, ""Biddy"" says she ""you're wrong, I'm sure"" Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed Saying ""Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"" Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake |
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Good evening, all my jolly lads, I'm glad to find you well
If you'll gather all around me, now, the story I will tell For I've got a situation and begorrah and begob I can whisper all the weekly wage of nineteen bob 'Tis twelve months come October since I left me native home After helping them Killarney boys to bring the harvest down But now I wear the gansey and around me waist a belt I'm the gaffer of the squad that makes the hot asphalt Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt The other night a copper comes and he says to me, McGuire Would you kindly let me light me pipe down at your boiler fire? And he planks himself right down in front, with hobnails up, till late And says I, me decent man, you'd better go and find your bait He ups and yells, I'm down on you, I'm up to all yer pranks Don't I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks? Boys, I hit straight from the shoulder and I gave him such a belt That I knocked him into the boiler full of hot asphalt Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt We quickly dragged him out again and we threw him in the tub And with soap and warm water we began to rub and scrub But devil the thing, it hardened and it turned him hard as stone And with every other rub, sure you could hear the copper groan I'm thinking, says O'Reilly, that he's lookin' like old Nick And burn me if I am not inclined to claim him with me pick Now, says I, it would be easier to boil him till he melts And to stir him nice and easy in the hot asphalt Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt You may talk about yer sailor lads, ballad singers and the rest Your shoemakers and your tailors but we please the ladies best The only ones who know the way their flinty hearts to melt Are the lads around the boiler making hot asphalt With rubbing and with scrubbing, sure I caught me death of cold For scientific purposes, me body it was sold In the Kelvin grove museum, me boys, I'm hangin' in me pelt As a monument to the Irish, making hot asphalt Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt |
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