ALL
ROUND MY HAT
All round my hat, I will wear a green willow,
All round my hat for twelve months and a day,
And if anybody's askin' me the reason why I'm wearin'
it,
It's all for my true love who's far, far away.
My love she was fair and my love she was kind too
Many's the happy hour, we spent, my love and me.
I never could refuse her, whatever she'd a mind to,
And now she is far away, o'er the stormy sea.
Will my love be true and will she be faithful,
Will she find another swain to court her where she's
gone.
The men will all run after her, so charming, pure and
beautiful
And leave me so lonely here, lamenting all alone.
All round my hat I will wear a green willow,
All round my hat for a twelve months and a day,
If anybody's askin' me the reason why I'm wearing it,
It's all for my true love who's far, far away.
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BANKS
OF THE ROSES
On the banks of the Roses my love and I sat down
And took out my fiddle for to play my love a tune
In the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said
Young Johnny lovely Johnny would you leave me'
When I was just a young lad I heard my father say
I'd sooner see you dead and buried in the clay
Rather than be married to any runaway
On the lovely sweet banks of the roses.
Oh well now I am a runaway and sure I'll let you know
That I can take a bottle and drink with anyone
And if her father doesn't like me, he can keep his daughter
at home.
Then young Johnny will go roving with another.
If I ever get married 'twill be in the month of May
When the leaves they are green and the meadows they
are gay
And me and my true-love will sit and sport and play
By the lovely sweet banks of the roses
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BOTANY
BAY
CHORUS
Farewell to your bricks and mortar farewell to your
dirty lime
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks, and to hell
with your over time
For the good ship ragamuffin she's lying at the Quay
To take oul Pat with a shovel on his back to the shores
of Botany Bay.
I'm on my way down to the quay where the ship at anchor
lays
To command a gang of navvys that they told me to engage
I thought I'd drop in for a drink before I went away
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores
of Botany Bay.
Chorus
The boss came up this morning, he says "well Pat you
know
If you don't get your navvys out I'm afraid you'll have
to go"
So I asked him for my wages and demanded all my pay
For I told him straight, I'm going to emigrate to the
shores of Botany Bay.
Chorus
And when I reach Australia I'll go and look for gold
There's plenty there for the digging of, or so I have
been told
Or else I'll go back to my trade and a hundred bricks
I'll lay
Because I live for an eight hour shift on the shores
of Botany Bay.
Chorus
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BRENNAN
ON THE MOOR
'Tis of a brave young highway man this story I will
tell.
His name was Willie Brennan and in Ireland he did dwell.
'Twas on the Kilworth mountains he commenced his wild
career
And many a wealthy nobel man before him shook with fear
CHORUS
And
it's Brennan on the Moor, Brennan on the Moor
Bold brave and undaunted was young Brennan on the Moor
One day upon the highway as Willie he went down
He met the Mayor of Cashel, a mile outside the town
The Mayor, he knew his features, and said, 'Youngman'
said he
'Your name is Willie Brennan, you must come along with
me.
Chorus
Now Brennan's wife had gone to town, provisions for
to buy
And when she saw her Willie, she began to weep and cry
She said 'hand to me that ten-penny'; as soon as Willie
spoke
She handed him a blunderbus from underneath her cloak.
Chorus
Then with this loaded blunderbus, the truth I will unfold
He made the Mayor to tremble and robbed him of his gold
One hundred pounds was offered for his apprehension
there
So he with horse and saddle to the mountains did repair
Chorus
Now Brennan being an outlaw upon the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said
By a falsehearted woman he was cruelly betrayed
Chorus
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THE
REAL OLD MOUNTAIN DEW
Let grasses grow and waters flow
In a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff
That's made near Galway Bay
Come gaugers all from Donegal
From Sligo and Leitrim, too
Oh. we'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
Of the real old Mountain Dew
CHORUS:
Hi da dithery I
da dal
Dal da dithery I da day
Dal da dithery I da dil dal day
Hi da dithery I da dal Dal da dithery I da day
Dal da dithery I dil dal dee
At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell
There's a poitin still close by
Oh it fills the air with a perfume rare
And betwixt both me and you
As home we roll, we can drink a bowl
Or a bucket of mountain dew
Chorus
Now learned men who use the pen
Have wrote the praises high
Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye
Chorus
Away with pills, it will cure all ills
Of the Pagan, Christian or Jew
So take off your coat and grease your throat
With the real old mountain dew
Chorus
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COURTING
IN THE KITCHEN
Come single belle and beau, unto me pay attention
Don't ever fall in love, it's the divil's own invention
For once in love I fell, with a maiden's smile bewitching
Miss Henrietta Bell, down in Captain Kelly's kitchen
CHORUS:
Tooral ooral ooral
ooral a, tooral ooral addy
Tooral ooral ooral ooral a, tooral ooral addy
At the age of seventeen I was 'prenticed to a grocer
Not far from Stephen's Green where Miss Henry used to
go sir
Her manners were sublime, she set me heart a twitchin'
And she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen
Chorus
Next Sunday being the day, we were to have the flare
up
I dressed myself quite gay, and I frizzed and oiled
my hair up
The captain had no wife, and he had gone out fishing
So we kicked up high life, below-stairs in the kitchen
Chorus
Just as the clock struck six, we sat down to the table
She handed tea and cake and I ate while I was able.
I drank hot punch and tea, till me sides had got a stitch
in
And time passed quick away with the courtin' in the
kitchen
Chorus
With me arms around her waist, she slyly hinted marriage
To the door in dreadful haste come Captain Kelly's carriage
Her eyes soon filled with hate, and they were not bewitching
She wished that I would get to hell, or somehere from
the kitchen
Chorus
When the captain came down the stairs, he saw my situation
In spite of all my prayers, I was marched off to the
station
For me they'd take no bail, to get home I was itchin'
But I had to tell the tale, how I came into the kitchen
Chorus
I said she did invite me, she gave a flat denial
For assault she did indict me, and I was sent for trial
She swore I robbed the house, in spite of all her screetchin'
And I got six months hard for me courtin' in the kitchen
Chorus
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COME
TO THE BOWER
Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundless ocean
Where the stupendous waves roll in thunder and motion
Where the mermaids are seen and the fierce tempest gather
To love Erin in the green the dear land of our Fathers
CHORUS
Will you come,
will you will you, will you come to the bower
Will you come to the land of O'Neill and O'Donnell
The patriot soldiers of Tirowen and Tirconnell
Where Brian drove the Danes and St. Patrick the vermin
And whose valleys remain still most beautiful and charming
Chorus
You can visit Benburb and the storied Blackwater
Where Owen Roe met Munroe and his chieftains of slaughter
You may ride on the tide o'er the broad majestic Shannon
You may sail round Lough Neagh and see storied Dungannon
Chorus
You can visit New Ross, gallant Wexford and Gorey
Where the green was last seen by proud Saxon and Tory
Where the sail is sanctified by the blood of each true
man
Where they died satisfied, their enemies they would
not run from.
Chorus
Will you come and awake our lost land from its slumbers
And her fetters we will break, links that long are encumbered
And the air will resound with Hosannas to greet you
On the shores will be found gallant Irishmen to meet
you.
Chorus
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THE CURRAGH OF KILDARE
Oh the winter it is passed,
and the Summer's come at last,
and the small birds are singing in the trees.
Their little hearts are glad but mine is very sad
For my true love is far away from me.
All you that are in love and cannot it remove
I pity all the pain that you endure
For experience let me know that your heart is full of
woe
It's a woe that no mortal can endure
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear.
A livery I will wear and I'll comb back my hair
And in velvet so green I will appear
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear.
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EASY
AND SLOW
'Twas down by Christchurch that I first met with Annie
A neat little girl and not a bit shy
She told me her father, who came from Dungannon
Would take her back home in the sweet by and by
CHORUS
And what's it to any man whether or no
Whether I'm easy or whether I'm true
As I lifted her petticoat easy and slow
And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe
All along Thomas Street down to the Liffey
The sunshine was gone and the evening grew dark
Along by Kingsbridge and beggor in a jiffy
Me arms were around her beyond in the Park
Chorus
From city or county, a girl is a jewel
And well made for gripping the most of them are
But any young man is really a fool
If he tries at the first time to go a bit far
Chorus
Now if you should go to the town of Dungannon
You can search `till your eyes are weary or blind.
Be you lyin' or walkin' or sittin' or runnin'
A girl like Annie, you never will find
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FINNEGAN'S
WAKE
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
A gentleman Irish, mighty odd
He had a tongue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
Now Tim had a sort of a tippling way
With a love of the liquor poor Tim was born
And to help him on his way each day
He'd a drop of the cratur every morn
CHORUS
Whack fol de do now dance to your partner
Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
One morning Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell from the ladder and broke his skull
So they carried him home, his corpse to wake
They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head
Chorus
His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First, the brought in tea and cakes
Then pipes with tabacco and whiskey punch
Miss Biddy O'Brien began to cry
'Such a neat clean corpse did you ever see
Yerrah Tim, avourneen, why did you die?'
'Ah hold your toungue,' says Paddy Magee
Chorus
Then Biddy O'Connor took up the moan
'Biddy,' says she, 'you're wrong I'm sure,'
But Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor.
Oh then a mighty war did rage
'Twas woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law did all engage
And a row and ruction soon began.
Chorus
Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a naggin of whiskey flew at him
It missed him, falling on the bed
The liquor splattered over Tim
Bedad, he revives and see how he rises
And Timothy rising from the bed
Says 'Fling your whiskey round like blazes
Thunderin' Jaysus, do you think I'm dead ?'
Chorus
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FOLLOW ME UP TO CARLOW
Lift Mac Cahir Og your face,
Brooding o'er the old disgrace
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place
And drove you to the Fern.
Grey said victory was sure,
Soon the firebrand he'd secure;
Until he met at Glenmalure
Feach Mac Hugh O Byrne
CHORUS
Curse and swear Lord Kildare,
Feach will do what Feach will dare
Now Fitzwilliam, have a care,
Fallen is your star, low.
Up with halbert, out with sword,
On we go for by the lord
Feach Mac Hugh has given his word,
Follow me up to Carlow.
See the swords of Glen Imayle,
Flashing o'er the English Pale
See all the children of the Gael,
Beneath O'Byrnes banners.
Rooster of the fighting stock,
Would you let a fighting cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock,
Fly up and teach him manners.
Chorus
From Tassagart to Clonmore,
Flows a stream of Saxon gore
Great is Rory Og O'More,
At sending loons to Hades.
White is sick and Lane is fled,
Now for black Fitzwilliam's head
We'll send it over, dripping red,
To Liza and the ladies
Chorus
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THE
GALWAY SHAWL
In Oranmore, in the County Galway.
One pleasant evening in the month of May.
I spied a damsel she was young and handsome
Her beauty fairly took my breath away
CHORUS
She wore no jewels or costly diamonds
No paint or powder. no none at all.
She wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it
And around her shoulder was the Galway shawl
As we kept on walking, she kept on talking
Till her father's cottage came into view.
Said she Come in, Sir, and meet my father
And for to please him play the Foggy Dew
I played the Blackbird and the Stack of Barley
Rodney's Glory and the Foggy Dew
She sang each note like an Irish Linnet
And the tears flowed in her eyes of blue
Chorus
'Twas early, early, all in the morning
I took the road for old Donegal
Said she Goodbye Sir, I dried my eye for
My heart remained with the Galway shawl
Chorus
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THE GOLDEN
JUBILEE
Way down in the county Kerry in a place they call Tralee
A fine old couple they lived there - Kate and Pat Magee
They were going to have a party on their Golden Jubilee
Now Kate says she to Pat Magee come and listen here
to me
CHORUS
Put on your ould knee-britches and your coat of emerald
green
Take off that hat me darlin' Pat, put on your ould caibin
For to-today's our Golden Wedding and I'll have you
all to know
Just how we looked when we were wed, fifty years ago
Oh, well do I remember how we danced on the village
green
you held me in your arms, dear Pat, and called me your
cailin
Your hair was like a raven's wing but now it's turning
grey
Come over here ould sweetheart dear, and hear what I've
to say
Chorus
And well do I remember when first I was your bride
In the little chapel on the hill where we stood side
by side
Of good friends we've had many, of troubles we've had
few
Come over here ould sweetheart dear, and here's what
you must do
Chorus
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THE
HILLS OF CONNEMARA
CHORUS
Gather up the pots and the old tin can
The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran
Run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
Keep your eyes well peeled today
The excise men are on their way
Searching for the mountain tay
In the Hills of Connemara
Swing to the left and swing to the right
The excise men will dance all night
Drinking up the tay till the broad daylight
In the Hills of Connemara
Chorus
A gallon for the butcher, a quart for Tom
A bottle for poor old Father Tom
To help the poor old dear along
In the Hills of Connemara.
Stand your ground, it is too late
The excise men are at the gate
Glory be to Paddy, but they're drinking it nate
In the Hills of Connemara
Chorus
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I
KNOW MY LOVE
I know my love by her way of walking
And I know my love by her way of talking
And I know my love by her suit of blue
But if my love leaves me, what will I do?
CHORUS
And yet she cries "I Love him the best"
But a troubled mind sure can know no rest.
And yet she cries 'Bonny boys are few'
Yet if my love leaves me, what will I Do?
There is a dance house in Mardyke
And 'tis there my dear love goes every night
And he takes a strange girl all on his knee
And don't you think but it troubles me
Chorus
If my love knew I could wash and wring
And if my love knew I could weave and spin
I could make a suit all of the finest kind
But the want of money, it leaves me behind
Chorus
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I'LL TELL ME MA
I'll tell me ma, when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
And that's all right till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courtin, one two three
Please won't you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
They rap at the door and they ring at the bell
Saying 'Oh my true- love are you well?
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Jenny Murphy says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come shovelling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
And she'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will
But its Albert Mooney she loves still
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THE IRISH ROVER
On the fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York.
'Twas an elegant craft, rigged fore and aft
And how the wild wind drove her
She could stand a great blast in her twenty seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bone
We had five million hogs, six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bales of old nanny goats tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone.
There was Johnny McGuirk who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
There was Dolan from Clare, just as strong as a bear
All aboard on the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years when the measels broke out
And our ship lost its way in the fog
Then the whole of the crew was reduced down to two
Just myself and the captain's old dog
The ship struck a rock; Lord what a shock
The boat, it was flipped right over
Turned nine times around and the old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover
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JACKETS
GREEN
When I was a maiden fair and young
On the pleasant banks of Lee
No bird that in that greenwood sung
Was half so blithe and free
My heart ne'er beat with flying feet
No love sang me his queen
Till down the glen rode Sarsfield's men
And they wore the jacket's green
Young Donal sat on his gallant grey
Like a king on a royal seat
And my heart leaped out on his regal way
To worship at his feet
Oh! love, had you come in those colours dressed
And wooed with a soldier's mein
I'd have laid my head on your throbbing breast
For the sake of your jacket green
No hoarded wealth did my love own
Save the good sword that he bore
But I loved him for himself alone
And the colour bright he wore
For had he come in England's red
To make me England's queen
I'd rove the high green hills instead
For the sake of the Irish green
When William stormed with shot and shell
At the walls of Garryowen
In the breach of death my Donal fell
And he sleeps near the Treaty Stone
That breach the foeman never crossed
While he swung his broad, sword keen
But I do not weep my darling lost
For he fell in his jacket green
When Sarsfield sailed away I wept
As I heard the wild Ochone
I felt, then, dead as the men who slept
'Neath the fields of Garryowen
While Ireland held my Donal blessed
No wild sea rolled between
Till I would fold him to my breast
All robed in his Irish green
My soul has sobbed like the waves of woe
That sad o'er tombstones break
For I buried my heart in his grave below
For his and for Ireland's sake.
And I cry: 'Make way for the soldiers bride
In your halls of death, sad queen
For I long to rest by my true love's side
And wrapped in the folds of green
I saw the Shannon's purple tide
Roll by the Irish Town
As I stood in the breach by Donal's side
When England's flag went down
And now it glowers as it seeks the skies
Like a blood-red curse between
I weep, but 'tis not women's sighs
Will raise the Irish Green
Oh ! Ireland, sad is thy lonely soul
And loud beats the winter sea
But sadder and higher the wild waves roll
From the hearts that break for thee.
Yet grief shall come to our heartless foes
And their thrones in the dust be seen
So Irish maids, love none but those
Who wear the jackets green
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THE
JUG OF PUNCH
Twas very early in the month of June
As I was sitting in my room
I heard a thrush sing in a bush
And the song it sang was the Jug of Punch
CHORUS
Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra loo
Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra loo
I heard a thrush sing in a bush
And the song it sang was the Jug of Punch
What more diversion can a man desire
Than to be seated by a snug coal fire
Upon his knee a pretty wench
And on the table a jug of punch
Chorus
If I were sick and very bad
And was not able to go or stand
I would not think it all amiss
To pleadge my shoes for a jug of punch
Chorus
The doctor fails with all his art
To cure an impression on the heart
But if life was gone, within an inch
What would bring it back but a jug of punch
Chorus
But when I'm dead and in my grave
No costly tombstone I will have
But they'll dig a grave both wide and deep
With a jug of punch at my head and feet.
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ITS
A LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY
Up to mighty London came an Irishman oneday
As the streets were paved with gold, sure ev`ryone was
gay
Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand and Leicester Square
Till Paddy got excited, then he shouted to them there
CHORUS
It`s a long way, to Tipperary, it`s a long way to go
It`s a long way to Tipperary, to the sweetest girl I
know
Good-bye Piccadilly, farewell Leicester Square
It`s a long, long way to Tipperary,
but my heart`s right there
Paddy wrote a letter to his Irish Molly O; Saying
Should you not receive it, write and let me know
If I make mistakes in spelling Molly dear
Said he, remember it`s the pen that`s bad,
Don`t lay the blame on me.
Chorus
Molly wrote a neat reply to Irish Paddy O;
Saying Mike Maloney wants to marry me
And so leave the Strand and Piccadilly, or you`ll be
to blame
For love has fairly drove me silly hoping you`re the
same
Chorus
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MURSHEEN
DURKIN
In the days I went a-courtin' I was never tired resorting
To the ale-house and the play-house and many a house
beside
But I told my brother Seamus I'll be off and grow right
famous
And before I'm coming home again I'll roam the world
wide
I courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk and in Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown, that is the Cobh of Cork
But I'm tired of all this pleasure, so now I'll take
my leasure
And the next time that you hear from me is a letter
from New York
CHORUS
So goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, sure I'm sick and tired
of workin'
No more I'll dig the praties and no longer I'll be fooled.
But as sure as my name is Carney, I'll be off to Californee
And instead of diggin' praties, I'll be diggin' lumps
of gold
Goodbye to all at home now, I am sailing o'er the foam
now.
To try and make my fortune in far Amerika.
For there's gold and money plenty. for the poor and
for the gentry
And when I'm back at home again, I never more will stray
Chorus
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ALL
FOR ME GROG
CHORUS
And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Now across the western ocean I must wander
Where are me boots, me noggin, noggin boots
They're all gone for beer and tobacco
For the heels, they are worn out and the toes are kicked
about
And the soles are looking out for better weather
Where is me shirt, me noggin, noggin shirt
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
For the collar is all worn and the sleeves, they are
all torn
And the tail is looking out for better weather
Chorus
I am sick in me head and I haven't been to bed
Since I came ashore for me slumber
For I spent all me dough on the lassies, don't you know
Now across the western ocean I must wander
Chorus
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THE
SPANISH LADY
As I went down to DubIin city
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candlelight
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of amber coal
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the soul
CHORUS
Whack folda toora loora laddie,
Whack folda toora loora lay.
Whack folda toora loora laddie,
Whack folda toora loora lay
As I came back through Dublin city
At the hour of half past eight
Who should l spy but the Spanish lady
Brushing her hair in the broad daylight
First she tossed it, then she brushed it
On her lap was a silver comb
In aIl my life I ne'er did see
A maid so fair since l did roam.
Chorus
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 over her knee.
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so shy as the Spanish lady
Chorus
I've wandered north and I've wandered south
Through Stonybatter and Patrick's close.
Up and around the Gloster Diamond
And back by Napper Tandy's house
Old age has laid her hand on me
Cold as a fire of ashy coals
In aIl my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet as the Spanish lady
Chorus
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SWEET
MARIE
I've a little racing mare called Sweet Marie
And the temper of a bear has Sweet Marie
But I backed the mare to win, and on her I've all my
tin
So we'll take a trial spin, Sweet Marie
CHORUS
Hold your holt, Sweet Marie, if you bolt, Sweet Marie
You will never win the Galway Plate for me
Every daisy in the dell ought to know me mighty well
For at every fence we fell, Sweet Marie
Now the colours that I chose for Sweet Marie
Were lavender and rose for Sweet Marie
Ah but now no thanks to you, I am quite a different
hue
For I'm only black and blue Sweet Marie
Chorus
Now we're coming up to race, my Sweet Marie
Runners up and in your place now Sweet Marie
Will you stop your waltzing round or we'll both be on
the ground
And we never will be found Sweet Marie
Chorus
When we started off to race my Sweet Marie
I had backed you for a place my Sweet Marie
But you barely hit the dawn, I fell off and you went
on
Now my money is all gone Sweet Marie
FINAL CHORUS
Hold your holt, Sweet Marie, if you bolt Sweet Marie
Now you've gone and lost the Galway Plate for me
You're a stayer too I find, but you're not the proper
kind
For you stay too far behind, Sweet Marie
40 Irish Pub Songs
THREE DRUNKEN
MAIDENS
There were three druken maidens came down from the Isle
of Wight
They started to drink on Monday never stopped till Saturday
night.
On Saturday night they came my lads but still they would'nt
get out
And then three druken maidens did push the jug about
Then in came dancing Sally her cheeks a rosy bloom
Shove o'er you jolly sisters and give young Sal some
room
And I will be you equal before the evening's out
And then three drunken maidens they pushed the jug about
They had woodcock and pheasant, partridge and hare
And every sort of dainty, no shortage there was there
They'd forty gallons of beer me lads but still they
would'nt get out
And then three drunken maidens they pushed the jug about
Then in came the landlord, he was looking for his pay
Forty pounds for beer me lads these girls were forced
to pay
They had ten pounds a piece me lads but still they wouldn't
get out
And then three drunken maidens they pushed the jug about
Where are your fancy hats and your mantles rich and
fine
They've all been swallowed up me lads with tankards
of fine wine
And where are your fancy men, young maidens frisk and
gay
You left them in the ale house and it's there you'll
have to pay
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THE STAR OF COUNTY DOWN
Near to Banbridge town, in the county Down, one morning
in July
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled
as she passed me by
Oh she looked so neat from her two white feet to the
sheen of her nut-brown hair
Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself, to make sure
I was standing there
CHORUS
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, and from Galway to
Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met
in County Down
As she onward sped I shook my head and I gazed with
a feeling quare
And I said, says I to a passer-by who's the maid with
the nut-brown hair?
Oh he smiled at me, and with pride says he: That's the
gem of Irelands crown
She's young Rosie McCann, from the banks of the Bann,
She's the star of the county Down
Chorus
She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly and a smile
like the rose in June
And you hung on each note from her lily-white throat,
as she lilted and Irish tune
At the pattern dance you were held in trance as she
tripped through a four hand reel
When her eyes she'd roll, she did coax my soul and my
heart she did softly steal
Chorus
At the harvest fair she'll be surely there and I'll
dress in my Sunday clothes
And I'll boldly play for to win my way to the heart
of the nut-brown Rose
No pipe I smoke, no horse I'll yoke though my plough
with rust turns brown
'Till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star
of the County Down.
Chorus
40 Irish Pub Songs
THE
WAXIES DARGLE
Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
Will ya come to the Waxies dargle?
Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan
Sure I haven't got a farthing
I`ve just been down to Monto town
To see uncle McArdle
But he wouldn't lend me half a crown
To go to the Waxies dargle
CHORUS
Ah what will ya have? Will ya have a pint?
I'll have a pint with you sir
And if one of yez doesn't order soon
We'll be thrown out of the boozer
Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
Will you come to the Galway Races?
Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan
With the price of my aul' lad's braces
I went down to Capel Street,
To the Jew man moneylender
But he wouldn't give me a couple of bob
On my aul' lad's suspenders
Chorus
Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
We have no beef or multon.
But if we go down to Monto town
We might get a drink for nothin'.
Here's a piece of good advice
I had from the fishmonger
When food is scarce and you see the hearse
You'll know you've died of hunger
Chorus
40 Irish Pub Songs
WHISKEY
IN THE JAR
As I was going over
The Cork and Kerry mountain
I met with Captain Farrell
And his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
Saying 'Stand and deliver
For I am a bold deceiver
CHORUS
With me ring am a do ama dah
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar.
He counted out his money
It made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket
And I gave it to my Jenny
She sighed and she swore
That she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women
For you know she tricked me easy
Chorus
I went into my chamber
All for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels
And for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew my charges
She filled them up with water
She sent for Captain Farrell
To be ready for the slaughter
Chorus
'Twas early in the morning
Before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of soldiers
And likewise Captain Farrell
When I drew my pistol
For she had stole my sabre
I couldn't shoot with water
So a prisoner I was taken
Chorus
If anyone can aid me
It's my brother in the army
If I but knew his station
Be it Cork or in Killarney
And if he would join me
We'd go roving in Kilkenny
He would treat me fairer
Than my darling sporting Jenny
Chorus
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AS
I ROVED OUT
And who are you me pretty fair maid
And who are you me darlin'
And who are you me pretty fair maid
And who are you me darlin'
She answered me quite modestly
I am me mothers darling
With me tooraay Fold de diddle day Di re Folde diddle
dairie oh
An will you come to me mother's house
When the sun is shining clearly
An will you come to me mother's house
When the sun is shining clearly
I'll open the door and I'll let you in
An divil a one would hear us
With me tooraay Fold de diddle day Di re Folde diddle
dairie oh
So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly
So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly
She opened the door and she let me in
And divil the one did hear us
With me tooraay Fold de diddle day Di re Folde diddle
dairie oh
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led him to the stable
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led him to the stable
Saying "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse
To eat it if he's able"
With me tooraay Fold de diddle day Di re Folde diddle
dairie oh
Then she took me by the lily-white hand
And she led me to the table
Then she took me by the lily-white hand
And she led me to the table
Saying, "There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy
To drink if if you're able"
With me tooraay Fold de diddle day Di re Folde diddle
dairie oh
Then I got up and made the bed
And I made it nice and aisy
Then I got up and made the bed
And I made it nice and aisy
Then I got up and laid her down
Saying, "Lassie, I must leave you"
With me tooraay Fold de diddle day Di re Folde diddle
dairie oh
And there we lay till the break of day
And divil a one did hear us
And there we lay till the break of day
And divil a one did hear us
Then I arose and put on me clothes
Saying "Lassie, I must leave you"
With me tooraay Fold de diddle day Di re Folde diddle
dairie oh
And when wll you return again
And when will we get married
And when wll you return again
And when will we get married
When broken shells make Christmas bells
We might well get married
With me tooraay Fold de diddle day Di re Folde diddle
dairie oh
40 Irish Pub Songs
RAGGLE
TAGGLE GYPSY
There were three bold gypsies came to our hall door
Down the stairs came this lady-o
One sang high and another sang low
The other sang the Bonny bonny Biscay-o
They sang so sweet and they sang so shrill
That fast here tears began to flow
She laid down her silken gown
Her golden rings and all her show
Then she pulled off her silk finished gown
And she pulled off here satin bow
She left them all at our door
She is gone with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o
It was late at night when my lord came home
Enquiring for this lady-o
The servants said on every hand
She is gone with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o
O saddle for me my milk white steed
And go fetch me my pony-o
That I may go and seek my bride
Who is gone with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o
O he rode hight and he rode low
He rode through wood and copsees-o
Until he came to a wide open field
And there he spied his lady-o
O what made you leave your house and land
What made you leave your money-o
What made you leave your new-wedded lord
To be off with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o
O what care I for my house and land
What care I for money-o
What care I for my new-wedded lord
I'm off with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o
O what care I for my goose feathered bed
With the sheet turned down so bravely-o
Tonight I will sleep in an open field
Along with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o
40 Irish Pub Songs
KILKENNY'S
THE BEST OF THEM ALL
(c) Keating - KT Music
Great hurlers are born on the banks of the Nore,
With cumann and sloitre, they're raised by the score.
Now lift up your glasses, let's hear the great roar
Kilkenny's the best of them all.
Now lift up your glasses, let's hear the great roar
Kilkenny's the best of them all
CHORUS
I give you the amber that's ribboned with black
March onwards to glory and never look back
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
Kilkenny's the best of them all.
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
Kilkenny's the best of them all
Now Cork, she had hurlers of whom they could sing.
The bold Thady Quill and the bold Christy Ring.
Those days, they are gone, now this tale has a sting
Kilkenny's the best of them all.
Those days, they are gone, now this tale has a sting
Kilkenny's the best of them all
Now Galway has come to the gates of Croke Park
From Connacht, they travel from dawn until dark
They've no use in rising along with the lark
Kilkenny's the best of them all
They've no use in rising along with the lark
Kilkenny's the best of them all
Chorus
Hats off to bold Wexford for once she was great
But now she is feeble and much more sedate
For Wexford's last glory was in '98
Kilkenny's the best of them all
For Wexford's last glory was in '98
Kilkenny's the best of them all
Tipperary has pastures, her mountains and streams
Have beauty and splendour that's much like a dream.
But cats from Kilkenny have stolen her cream
Kilkenny's the best of them all.
But cats from Kilkenny have stolen her cream
Kilkenny's the best of them all
Chorus
40 Irish Pub Songs
SUSAN PRIDE
OF KILDARE
When from sea first I landed with roving in mind
Un-daunted I rambled my true love to find
When I met pretty Susan with cheeks like a rose
And her bosom more fair than the lily that grows
With your whack fol-de da fol-de diddle i a
With your whack fol-de diddle i a
Her keen eyes did glitter like bright stars by night
And the robes she was wearing were costly and white
Her bare neck was shaded with her long raven hair
And they call her pretty Susan the pride of Kildare
With your whack fol-de da fol-de diddle i a
With your whack fol-de diddle i a
Long time did I court her till I wasted my store
When her love turned to hatred because I was poor
She said "I lover another whose portion I'll share
So begone from Pretty Susan the pride of Kildare"
With your whack fol-de da fol-de diddle i a
With your whack fol-de diddle i a
Oh, my heart ached next morning as I lonely did stray
I spied pretty Susan with a young lord so gay
And as I passed by them with my mnd full of care
I sighed for Pretty Susan the pride of Kildare
With your whack fol-de da fol-de diddle i a
With your whack fol-de diddle i a
Once more on the ocean I resolved for to go
And was bound to the east with my heart full of woe
Where I beheld ladies in jewels so rare
But none like Pretty Susan the pride of Kildare
With your whack fol-de da fol-de diddle i a
With your whack fol-de diddle i a
Sometimes I am jovial, somtimes I am sad
Since my love she is courted by some other lad
But since we're at a distance, no more I'll despair
So my blessings on Susan the pride of Kildare
With your whack fol-de da fol-de diddle i a
With your whack fol-de diddle i a
40 Irish Pub Songs
OLD
LANG SYNE
Should old acquaintance be forgot and never called to
mind
Should old acquaintance be forget for the sake of old
lang syne
For old lang syne my dear, for old lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet for the sake of old
lang syne
40 Irish Pub Songs
STEPHEN'S
GREEN
(c) Nolan - KT Music
I'm walking with the memory of an hour that never
ends
I'm thinking of when time that I can hold your hand
again
I'm thinking of the places and the people we have
seen
As we walked along the bridge in Stephen's Green
Another life so far away girl sometimes brings me
pain
The life that I have left behind can never be the
same
I think about you all the time, I see you in my dreams
As we kissed upon the bridge in Stephen's Green
But travelling sometines takes me far away from home
And your memory fills my mind when I am all alone
And I cry some nights and wonder if you love is true
For the hardest pain that I could feel is ever losing
you
The pain I felt within my heart when you said goodbye
Those memories that linger on with every tear I cry
My life is now reality though often in my dreams
I'm returning to the bridge on Stephen's Green
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