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Go to Sea no More

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.

Anuncis

Limerick Rake

 

I am a young fellow that’s easy and bold,
In Castletown conners I’m very well known.
In Newcastle West I spent many a note,
With Kitty and Judy and Mary.
My parents rebuked me for being such a rake,
And spending my time in such frolicsome ways,
But I ne’er could forget the good nature of Jane,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.

My parents had reared me to shake and to mow,
To plough and to harrow, to reap and to sow.
Me heart being too airy to drop it so low,
I set out on high speculation.
On paper and parchment they taught me to write,
In Euclid and Grammar they opened my eyes,
And in Multiplication in truth I was bright,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.

If I chance for to go to the town of Rathkeale,
The girls all round me do flock on the square.
Some offer me apple and others sweet cakes,
and treats me unknown to their parents,
There is one from Askeaton and one from the Pike,
Another from Arda, my heart was beguiled,
Tho’ being from the mountains her stockings are white,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.

To quarrel for riches I ne’er was inclined,
For the greatest of misers must leave them behind.
But I’ll purchase a cow that will never run dry,
And I’ll milk her by twisting her horn.
John Damer of Shronel had plenty of gold,
And Lord Devonshire’s treasure is twenty times more,
But he’s laid on his back among nettles and stones,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.

This old cow can be milked without clover or grass,
For she’s pampered with corn, sweet corn and hops.
She’ll be warm, s he’ll be stout, she’ll be free in her paps,
And she’ll milk without spancil or halter.
The man that will drink it will cock his caubeen,
And if anyone laughs there’ll be wigs on the green,
And the feeble old hag will get supple and free,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.

There’s some say I’m foolish and more say I’m wise,
But being fond of the women I think is no crime,
For the son of King David had ten hundred wives,
And his wisdom was highly recorded.
I’ll take a good garden and live at my ease,
And each woman and child can partake of the same,
If there’s war in the cabin, themselves they could blame,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.

But now for the future I think I’ll get wise,
And I’ll marry all those women who acted so kind,
Aye I’ll marry them all on the morrow by and by,
If the clergy agreed to the bargain.
And when I’ll be old and my soul be at rest,
all those children and wives they could cry at my wake,
And they all gathers round and they offers their prayers,
To the Lord for the soul of their father.

 

Barnyards of Delgaty

The Barnyards O’ Delgaty
As I cam’ in by Turra market,
Turra market for to fee.
I fell in wi’ a farmer chiel,
The barnyards o’ Delgaty.

Chorus:
Linten adie, toorin adie,
Linten adie, toorin ee
Linten lowrin, lowrin, lowrin.
The Barnyards o’ Delgaty.

He promised me the ae best pair
I ever set my e’en upon;
When I gaed tae the Barnyards
There was naething there but skin and bone.

Chorus

The auld black horse sat on his rump
The auld white mare lay on her wime;
For a’ that I could ‘Hup’ and crack,
They wouldna rise at yoking time.

Chorus

When I gaed to the kirk on Sunday,
Mony’s the bonnie lass I see,
Sitting by her faither’s side
And winking ower the pews at me.

Chorus

I can drink and no’ be drunk
And I can fecht and no’ be slain
I can lie wi’ anither man’s lass
And aye be welcome to my ain.

Chorus

My cannle noo it is brunt oot
The snotter’s fairly on the wane;
Sae fare ye weel, ye Barnyards,
Yell never catch me here again.

Chorus

Rose of Allendale

The moon was bright, the night was clear.
No breeze came over the sea
when Mary left her highland home
and wandered forth with me.
The flowers bedecked the mountainside,
fragrance filled the vale
but by far the sweetest flower there
was the Rose of Allendale

Oh, the Rose of Allendale,
sweet Rose of Allendale!
By far the sweetest flower there
was the Rose of Allendale

Where’er I wander East or West
though Fate began to lure,
a solace still to me was she
in sorrow’s lonely hour.
When tempests lashed our gallant barque
and rent her quivering sail,
one maiden’s form withstood the storm,
it was the Rose of Allendale.

Oh, the Rose of Allendale,
Sweet Rose of Allendale!
One maiden’s form withstood the storm,
it was the Rose of Allendale

And when my fevered lips were parched
on Africa’s buring sands,
she whispered hopes of happiness
and tales of distant lands.
My life had been a wilderness;
unblessed by Fortune’s wheel,
had Fate not linked my love to her’s,
the Rose of Allendale.

Oh, the Rose of Allendale,
Sweet Rose of Allendale!
Had Fate not linked my love to her’s,
The Rose of Allendale.

Lord of the Dance

 

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

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he

I danced for the scribes and the Pharisees
They wouldn’t dance, they wouldn’t follow me
I danced for the fishermen James and John
They came with me so the dance went on

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he

I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame
The holy people said it was a shame
They ripped, they stripped, they hung me high
Left me there on the cross to die

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he

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

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he

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

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he

Carrickfergus

I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrand
I would swim over the deepest ocean
Only for nights in Ballygrand
But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
And neither have I the wings to fly
I wish I had a handsome boatsman
To ferry me over my love and I

(This verse is only sung on the 40 years cd)
My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy times there spent so long ago
My boyhood friends and my own relations
Have all past on now with the melting snow
So I’ll spend my days in this endless roving
Soft is the grass and shore, my bed is free
Oh to be home now in carrickfergus
On the long rode down to the salty sea

Now in Kilkenny it is reported
On marble stone there as black as ink
With gold and silver I would support her
But I’ll sing no more now til I get a drink
Cause I’m drunk today and I’m seldom sober
A handsome rover from town to town
Ah but I’m sick now my days are number
Come all me young men and lay me down
Come all me young men and lay me down.

Will You Come To The Bower

Will you come to the bower o’er the free boundless ocean,
where stupendous waves roll in thundering motion,
Where the mermaids are seen and the wild tempest gather
to loved Erin the green, the dear land of our fathers.
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,
of Lord Lucan, of old and the immortal O’Connell.
Where Brian chased the Dane and St. Patrick the vermin
and whose valleys remain still most beautiful and
charming.
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower

You can visit Benburb and the storied Blackwater
where Owen Roe met Monroe and his chieftains did slaughter.
Where the lambs skip and play on the mossy all over
From those bright golden views to enchanting Rostrevor.
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower.

You can see Dublin City and the fine groves of Blarney;
the Ban, Boyne, the Pillar and the lakes of Killarney.
You can ride on the tide on the broad majestic Shannon,
you can sail round Lough Neagh and see storied
Dungannon.
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower.

Will you come and awake our dear land from its slumber
and her fetters we’ll break, links that long have encumbered.
And the air will resound with Hosannahs to greet you;
On the shore will be found gallant Irishmen to greet you.
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower.

Maids When You’re Young

 

An old man came courting me, hey ding dooram day
An old man came courting me, me being young
An old man came courting me, all for to marry me
Maids, when you’re young never wed an old man

[Chorus:]
Because he’s got no faloorum, fadidle eye-oorum
He’s got no faloorum, fadidle all day
He’s got no faloorum, he’s lost his ding doorum
Oh Maids When You’re Young, Never Wed An Old Man

When we went to church, hey ding dooram day
When we went to church, me being young
When we went to church, he left me in the lurch
Maids When You’re Young, Never Wed An Old Man

[Chorus]

When we went to bed, hey ding doorum day
When we went to bed, me being young
When we went to bed, he lay like he was dead
Maids when you’re young never wed an old man

[Chorus]

When he went to sleep, hey ding doorum day
When he went to sleep, me being young
When he went to sleep, out of bed I did creep
Into the arms of a handsome young man

And I found his faloorum, fadidle eye-oorum
I found his faloorum, fadidle all day
I found his faloorum, he got my ding doorum
So maids when you’re young never wed an old man

Home Boys Home

Oh well, who wouldn’t be a sailor lad a ‘Sailin’ on the main
To gain the goodwill of his captain’s good name
He came ashore one evening for to be
And that was the beginning of my own true love and me

And it’s home, boys home
Home I’d like to be, home for a while in my own coun-try
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a-growing green in the old country

Well I asked her for a candle for to light me up to bed
And likewise for a handkerchief to tie around me head
She tended to me needs like a young maid ought to do
So then I says to her: ‘Now won’t you leap in with me too?’

And it’s home, boys home
Home I’d like to be, home for a while in my own coun-try
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a-growing green in the old country

Well she jumped into bed, making no alarm
Thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm
Well I hugged her and I kissed her the whole nightlong
Till she wished the short night had been seven years long

And its home, boys home
Home I’d like to be, home for a while in my own coun-try
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a-growing green in the old country

Well early next morning the sailor lad arose
And into Mary’s apron threw a handful of gold
Saying, ‘Take this me dear for the mischief that I’ve done
For tonight I fear I’ve left you with a daughter or a son’

And it’s home, boys home
Home I’d like to be, home for a while in my own coun-try
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a-growing green in the old country

‘Well, if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse
With gold in her pocket and with silver in her purse
And if it be a boy child he’ll wear the jacket blue
And go climbing up the rigging like his daddy used to do’

Maidens, a warning take by me
And never let a sailor lad an inch above your knee
For I trusted one and he beguiled me
He left me with a pair of twins to dangle on me knee

And it’s home, boys home
Home I’d like to be, home for a while in my own coun-try
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a-growing green in the old country

The Fields of Athenry

By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling
Michael they have taken you away,
For you stole Trevelyan’s corn
So the young might see the morn,
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay
CHORUS
Low lie, The Fields of Athenry
where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
we had dreams and songs to sing,
It’s so lonely round the Fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
‘Nothing matters Mary, when you’re free’
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity
CHORUS
By a lonely harbour wall
She watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she lived in hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It’s so lonely round the Fields Of Athenry
CHORUS

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