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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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As I rode down to 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 Me eyes began to dazzle and I'm goin' to see the races. Chorus: With your whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day. There were passengers from Limerick and passengers from Nenagh And passengers from Dublin and sportsmen from Tipperary There were passengers from Kerry, and all quarters of our nation And our member, Mr. Hearst, for to join the Galway Blazers. There were multitudes from Aran, and members from New Quay Shore Boys from Connemara and the Claire unmarried maidens There were people from Cork city who were loyal, true and faithful; Who brought home the Fenian prisoners from diverse foreign nations. It's there you'll see confectioners with sugarsticks and dainties The lozenges and oranges, the lemonade and raisins! The gingerbread and spices to accomodate the ladies And a big crubeen for thruppence to be pickin' while you're able. It's there you'll see the gamblers, the thimbles and the garters And the spotting Wheel of Fortune with the four and twenty quarters There was others without scruple pelting wattles at poor Maggy And her father well-contented and he lookin' at his daughter. It's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing The nimble footed dancers a-tripping over the daisies There were others crying cigars and lights and bills for all the races With the colors of the jockeys and the prize and horses' ages. It's there you'll see the jockeys and they're mounted out 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. There was half a million people there from all denominations The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, and Presbyterian There was yet no animosity, no matter what persuasion But "failte" and hospitality inducin' fresh acquaintance. |
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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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I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people
got no fixed abode with nomads I am numbered country lanes and bye ways were always my ways I never fancied being lumbered Well we knew the woods and all the resting places the small birds sang when winter time was over then we'd pack our load and be on the road they were good old times for the rover In the open ground where a man could linger stay a week or two for time was not your master then away you'd jog with your horse and dog nice and easy no need to go faster And sometimes you'd meet up with other travellers hear the news or else swop family information at the country fairs we'd be meeting there all the people of the travelling nation I've made willow creels and the heather besoms And I've even done some begging and some hawkin' and I've lain there spent rapped up in my tent and I've listened to the old folks talking All you freeborn men of the travelling people every tinker rolling stone and gypsy rover winds of change are blowing old ways are going your travelling days will soon be over |
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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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Well it's lonesome away from your kindred and all By the camp fire at night, Where the wild dingos call. But there's nothin' so lonesome morbid or drear, than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer. Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come and there's a far away look on the face of the bum the maids got all cranky and and the cooks acting queer what a terrible place, is a pub with no beer. Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat He presses up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat. But the smile on his face quickly turns to a snear As the barman says sadly, "The pubs got no beer." Then the swaggy comes in smoothered in dust and flies He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes But when he is told he says "what's this I hear" I've trudged fifty flamin' miles To a pub with no beer Now there's a dog on the veranda for his master he waits But the boss is inside drinkin' wine with his mates. He hurries for cover and he cringes with fear It's no place for a dog, Round a pub with no beer. And old Billie the Blacksmith, the first time in his life Why he's gone home cold sober to his darling wife He walks in the kitchen she says your early Bill dear But then he breaks down and he tells her The pub's got no beer. Well its hard to believe that there's customers still But the money's still tinkling in the old ancient til The wine dots are happy and I know they're sincere When they say they don't care if the pubs got no beer So it's a lonesome away from your kindred and all By the camp fire at night, Where the wild dingos call. But there's nothin' so lonesome morbid or drear, than to stand in the bar of that pub with no beer. |
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