03

Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street, a gentleman Irish mighty odd,

He had a brogue both rich and sweet and to rise in the world he carried a hod,

Tim had a bit of a tipplin' way, with a love for the liquor now he was born,

and to send him on his way each day, a drop of the creathur ev'ry morn


Refrain:


Whack fol de da, will you dance with your partner, 'round the floor your trotters shake

One morning Tim was rather full

His head felt heavy which made him shake

He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull

And they carried him home his corpse to wake

Wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet

And laid him out upon the bed

With a bottle of whiskey at his feet

And a barrel of porter at his head


Refrain:


Whack fol de da, will you dance with your partner, 'round the floor your trotters shake

His friends assembled at the wake

And Mrs Finnegan called for lunch

First she gave them tay and cake

Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch

Biddy Malone began to cry

'Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see

YerraTim mo bhourneen, why did you die?'

'Will ye hold your gob?' said Molly McGee

Marry Murphy took up the Job: „Yerra Biddy“ says she „You're wrong, I'm sure“

Then Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and she left her sprawling on the floor

Civil war did then engage, woman to woman and man to man

Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began

He ducked and landing on the bed, the whiskey scattered over Tim

Tim revives, see how he's rising, Timothy rising from the bed,

Saying „Fling your whiskey 'round like blazes! Thundering Jayses, did you think I'm dead!“


Refrain:


Whack fol de da, will you dance with your partner, 'round the floor your trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth I told ya, lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

Whack fol de da, will you dance with your partner, 'round the floor your trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth I told ya, lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!





















04

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 me comb

But that's alright 'till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She's 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 fightin' for her

Knockin' at the door and a ringin' the bell

Saying, 'Oh sweet baby, are you well?'

Out she comes as white as snow

With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes

Ould Jenny Murphy says she'll die

If she doesn't get the fella with the rovin' eye

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high

And the snow come tumblin' 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 mama when she gets home

Let them all come, as they will

It's Albert Mooney she loves still





















05

Whiskey In The Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains,

I met with captain Farrell and his money he was countin',

I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier,

Saying „Stand and deliver for I am a bold deceiver!“

Wish-a ring dubbadoo dubadday

Whack fol de daddy-o, whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,

I put it in me pocket and I brought it home to Jenny,

She sighed and she vowed that she never would deceive me,

But the devil take the women for they never can be easy

Wish-a ring dubbadoo dubadday

Whack fol de daddy-o, whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

I went into her chamber, all for to take a slumber,

I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder,

But Jenny took me pistols and she filled them full of water

And sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

Wish-a ring dubbadoo dubadday

Whack fol de daddy-o, whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

It was early in the morning just before I rose to travel,

The redcoats stood around the bed and likewise captain Farrell

I first produced my pistol, 'cause she stole away my rapier,

But I couldn't shoot with water, so a prisoner I was taken

Wish-a ring dubbadoo dubadday

Whack fol de daddy-o, whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

They threw me into prison bound without a wit or bounty

For robbin' captain Farrel near the Cork and Kerry mountains,

But they couldn't take me fist, so I punched and knocked the sentry

And bade no farewell to the captain or the gentry

Wish-a ring dubbadoo dubadday

Whack fol de daddy-o, whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

Wish-a ring dubbadoo dubadday

Whack fol de daddy-o, whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar






















06

Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city,

where the girls are so pretty,

I first set me eyes on sweet Molly Malone,

As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,

Through the streets broad and narrow,

Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!


Refrain:


Alive, alive, oh,

Alive, alive, oh,

Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.

She was a fishmonger,

And sure 'twas no wonder,

For so were her father and mother before,

And they each wheeled their barrow,

Through streets broad and narrow,

Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"


Refrain:


Alive, alive, oh,

Alive, alive, oh,

Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.


She died of a fever,

And no one could save her,

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.

Now her ghost wheels her barrow,

Through streets broad and narrow,

Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"


Refrain:


Alive, alive, oh,

Alive, alive, oh,

Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.

Alive, alive, oh,

Alive, alive, oh,

Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.






















07

Let The Grasses Grow

Let grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy way,

But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay,

And policemen all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too,

We'll give them a slip and we'll take a sip

Of the real old Mountain Dew

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Refrain:

Let grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy way,

At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still,

Where the smoke curls up to the sky,

By the whiff of a smell you can plainly tell

There's a poitin still nearby.

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 full of Mountain Dew


Refrain:

Let grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy way,

But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay

Now learned men who use the pen,

Have wrote the praises high

Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green,

Distilled from wheat and rye.

Away with pills, it'll cure all ills,

Of Pagan, Christian or Jew,

So take off your coat and grease your throat

With the real old Mountain Dew


Refrain:

Let grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy way,

But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay


Refrain:

Let grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy way,

But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay

08

Bill Sullivan's Polka

Instrumental



























09

Poor Paddy

In 1841 I put me corduroy breeches on

I put me corduroy breeches on to work upon the railway

In 1842 I left the old world for the new,

'Twas sorry luck that brought me through to work upon the railway

In 1843 'twas when I met sweet Biddy McGee,

An elegant wife she's been to me while working on the railway


Refrain:


Fil-i-me-oo-re-i-re-ay

Fil-i-me-oo-re-i-re-ay

Fil-i-me-oo-re-i-re-ay

To work upon the railway


In 1844 I left me home and closed the door

And traveled to the new world shore to work upon the railway

It's „Pat, do this!“ and „Pat, do that!“ without a stocking or cravat

And nothing but an old straw hat while Pat works on the railway


Refrain:

Fil-i-me-oo-re-i-re-ay

Fil-i-me-oo-re-i-re-ay

Fil-i-me-oo-re-i-re-ay

To work upon the railway

In 1845 I found myself more dead than alive

I found myself more dead than alive from working on the railway

In 1846 they pelted me with stones and bricks

I was in a terrible fix from working on the railway


Refrain:


Fil-i-me-oo-re-i-re-ay

Fil-i-me-oo-re-i-re-ay

Fil-i-me-oo-re-i-re-ay

To work upon the railway

In 1847 sweet Biddy McGee she went to heaven,

if she left one kid, she left eleven to work upon the railway

In 1848 I found meself at heaven's gate,

I was in a terrible state from working on the railway


Refrain:

Fil-i-me-oo-re-i-re-ay

Fil-i-me-oo-re-i-re-ay

Fil-i-me-oo-re-i-re-ay

To work upon the railway

Fil-i-me-oo-re-i-re-ay

Fil-i-me-oo-re-i-re-ay

Fil-i-me-oo-re-i-re-ay

To work upon the railway























10

The Irish Rover

In the year of our Lord 1806 we set sail from the coal quay of Cork

We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks for the Grand City Hall in New York

We'd an elegant craft, it was rigged for and aft, and how the trade winds drove her

She had twenty-three masts and she stood several blasts and we called her the Irish Rover


We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags

We had two million barrels of stone

We had three million sides of old blind horses hides

We had four million barrels of bones

We had five million dogs

And six million hogs

Seven million barrels of porter

We had eight million bails 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 McGurk

Who was scared stiff of work

And a man from Westmeath named Malone

There was Sluggler O'Toole

Who was drunk as a rule

And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover

And your man, Mick MacCann

From the banks of the Bann

Was the skipper of the Irish Rover


We had sailed seven years

When the measles broke out

And the ship lost its way in the fog

And the whole of the crew

Was reduced down to two

'Twas meself and the captain's old dog

Then the ship struck a rock

Oh Lord! what a shock

The bucket was turned right over

Nine times turned around

And the poor old dog was drowned

I'm the last of the Irish Rover























11

Nancy Whiskey

As I went down through Glasgow city

Just to see what I might spy

What should I see but Nancy Whiskey

A playful twinkle in her eye


Refrain


Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Ohh


I bought her, I drank her, I had another

Ran out of money, so I did steal

She ran me ragged, Nancy Whiskey

For seven years, a rollin' wheel


Refrain:


Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Ohh


Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Ohh


The more I held her, the more I loved her

Nancy had her spell on me

All I knew was lovely Nancy

The things I needed I couldn't see


Refrain:


Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Ohh


As I awoke to slake my thirst

As I tried crawling from my bed

I fell down flat, I couldn't stagger

Nancy had me by the legs


Refrain:


Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Ohh


Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Ohh


Come on landlady, what's the owing

Tell me what there is to pay

Fifteen shillings that's the reckoning

Now pay me quickly and go away


Refrain:


Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Ohh


Ref.:

5 times more..






















12

Spanish Lady

As I came down through Dublin City, at the hour of twelve at night,

Whom 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 coals

In all my life I ne'er did see, a maid so sweet about the soul

Refrain:


Whack for the Too Rye Looh Ray Lady,

whack for the Too Rye Looh Ralay

As I came back through Dublin City at the hour of palf past eight,

Whom should I see but a 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 all my life I ne'er did see, a maid so fair since I did roam.

Refrain:

As I came back to Dublin City, as the sun began to set

Whom should I see but a Spanish lady

Catching a moth in a golden net.

First she saw me, then she fled me

Lifting her petticoats o'er her knee

In all my life I ne'er did see, a maid so shy as the Spanish Lady

Refrain:

I wandered north, and I wandered south

Through Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close

Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond

And back by Napper Tandys' house

Auld age has laid its hands upon me

It is cold as a fire of ashy coals...

In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet as the Spanish Lady


Refrain:

fade out






















13

Come Out Ye Black and Tans

I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat

And the loving English feet they tramped all over us,

And each and every night when me father'd come home tight

He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and fight me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Come let me hear you tell

How you slammed the great Pernell,

When you fought them well and truly persecuted,

Where are the smears and jeers

That you bravely let us hear

When our heroes of sixteen were executed.

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and fight me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Come tell us how you slew

Those brave Arabs two by two

Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,

How you bravely slew each one

With your sixteen pounder gun

And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and fight me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

The day is coming fast

And the time is here at last,

When each yeoman will be cast aside before us,

And if there be a need

Sure my kids wil sing, "Godspeed!"

With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's chorus.

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and fight me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.





















14

The Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many's the year

and I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer.

But now I'm returning with gold in great store

and I never will play the wild rover no more

Refrain:


And it's no, nay, never,

no, nay, never, no more

will I play the wild rover

no, nay, never, no more

I went to an ale-house I used to frequent

and I told the landlady that me money was spent.

I asked her for credit and she answered me nay,

Such a custom as yours I could have ev'ry day

Refrain:

I took from me pocket ten sovereigns bright

and the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.

She said I have whiskeys and wines of the best

and the words that I told you, they were only in jest.


Refrain:

I go home to my parents, confess what I've done,

and I beg them to pardon their prodigal son.

And when they've caressed me as oft' times before

I never will play the wild rover no more


Refrain: