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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.

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

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

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