data/intermediate/32.abc

This file contains 100 songs (#1 - #100).
You can find more abc tune files at http://www.norbeck.nu/abc/
I've transcribed them as I remember them, which does not necessarily mean
that the lyrics are exactly as in the "original". This is part of the "folk process"
of transmitting songs.
The melody is often just an approximation (especially for the slow songs), and
does not include ornamentation, just the "bare bones". Also the key chosen
is one that fits my voice - transpose it to fit your voice.
The songs were learnt from sessions, from friends or from recordings.

Last updated 22 November 2016.

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Z:id:hn-song-%X
R:song
L:1/8

X:1
T:Streets of Derry
T:Derry Gaol
R:song
H:Slow, free rhythm
D:Bothy Band: Out of the Wind, into the Sun
Z:id:hn-song-1
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
K:Bdor
P:first verse
B2 | B2 (B3 A) | B B3 c2 | (B3 A) G2 | A2 B2
(Bc) | B4 A2 | F4 EC | B,4 C2 | A,4
B,2 | C4 ((3CB,A,) | B, B,3 (B,C) | E4 F2 | B B3
(Bc) | B4 A2 | F4 (EC) | B,3 B,3 | B,4 ||
P:remaining verses
E2 | F3 (G A2) | B4 (Bc) | B3 (A G2) | A2 B2
(Bc) | B4 A2 | F4 EC | B,4 C2 | A,4
A,B, | C4 ((3CB,A,) | B,4 B,C | E4 F2 | B/B/ B3
Bc | B4 A2 | F3 FEC | B,3 B,3 | B,4 ||
W:My love is one of the fairest young men
W:that ever was in this country
W:But how to win him I do not know it,
W:for he is sentenced for to die.
W:
W:As he walked up the streets of Derry,
W:he walked so proud and so manfully
W:He was far more like a commanding officer
W:Than a man to die upon the gallows tree.
W:
W:The first time he went to climb the ladder,
W:His bloomin' face began to pale
W:and this he said, "Is there no assistance",
W:"Is there no release in the Derry Gaol?
W:
W:He took one other step up the ladder,
W:His beloved father was standing by,
W:"Come here, come here, my beloved father,
W:and speak one word to me before I die."
W:
W:The next time he went to climb the ladder,
W:His beloved sister was standing by,
W:"Come here, come here, my beloved sister,
W:and speak one word to me before I die."
W:
W:"I wonder what became of my true love
W:and what has sent her so far from me
W:Or does she think it a great dishonour
W:For to see me die upon the gallows tree?"
W:
W:He looked around, and he saw her coming
W:And she was dressed up in woollen so fine
W:and every step as she drew nearer
W:was swifter than the blowing wind. (wined)
W:
W:Come down, come down, off that weary gallows,
W:For I've got your pardon now from the king
W:and I'll show you, we will be united
W:And I'll crown my Johnny with a laurel wreath.

X:2
T:Green Fields of Canada
R:song
H:Slow, free rhythm
Z:id:hn-song-2
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=80
K:Bdor
P:verses 1, 5
A2 | A2 F2 (ED) | E3 (E F)A | (B3 A)BF | (ED) B,2
(A,B,) | D3 E F2 | (ED) E2 F2 | (ED) B,2 (B,A,) | B,4
AA | A2 F2 (ED) | E E2 (E FA) | B3 ABF | (ED) B,2
A,B, | D4 (EF) | ED E2 F2 | ED B,2 (B,A,) | B,4 ||
P:verses 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8
E2 | F B3 (Bc) | (d3 c)BA | B B3 (Bd) | (BA) F2
DE | F2 B2 (Bc) | (d3 c)BA | (F3 E) ((3FG)A | B4
Bd | (B3 A) ((3FE)D | E3 (E F)A | B (B3 F2) | (ED) B,2
(A,B,) | D4 EF | (E3 D)(EF) | ED B,2 B,2 | B,4 ||
W:Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and shamrock,
W:Farewell to the wee girls of Ireland all round.
W:May their hearts be as merry as ever I would wish for
W:When it's far across the Atlantic I'm bound.
W:
W:My father is old and my mother quite feeble,
W:And to leave their own country it grieves their hearts sore.
W:Oh, the tears down their cheeks in great drops are rolling
W:To think they must die upon a foreign shore.
W:
W:But what matters to me where my bones may be buried
W:If in peace and contentment I can spend my life.
W:Oh, the green fields of Canada they daily are blooming,
W:'Tis there I'll put an end to my misery and strife.
W:
W:So it's pack up your sea stores, consider no longer,
W:For ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay,
W:With no taxes or tithes to devour up your wages
W:When you're on the green fields of Americay.
W:
W:The sheep run unsheared and the land's gone to rushes,
W:The handyman's gone and the winder of creels.
W:Away across the ocean go journeyman tailors
W:And fiddlers who flaked out the old mountain reels.
W:
W:But I mind the time when old Ireland was flourishing,
W:When lots of our tradesmen did work for good pay.
W:But since out manufacturies have crossed the Atlantic,
W:Sure, there we must follow to Americay.
W:
W:So it's pack up your sea stores and consider no longer,
W:For ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay,
W:With no taxes or tithes to devour up your wages
W:When you're on the green fields of Americay.
W:
W:And it's now to conclude and to finish my story,
W:If ever friendless Irishmen chances my way,
W:With the best in the house I will greet him and welcome
W:At home on the green fields of Americay.
W:
W:So it's pack up your sea stores and consider no longer,
W:For ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay,
W:With no taxes or tithes to devour up your wages
W:When you're on the green fields of Americay.

X:3
T:Hare's Lament
R:song
H:Slow, free rhythm
Z:id:hn-song-3
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=140
K:Edor
ED | B,3 C D2 | E E3 FG | A2 A2 (AF) | D4
EF | G3 A B2 | d2 B2 A2 | F2 E2 D2 | E4 :|
ED | B,3 C D2 | E E3 FG | A2 A2 AF | D4
EF | G3 A BB | d2 B2 BA | F2 E2 D2 | E4 ||
W:On the first of November, on a bright autumn day
W:To the hills of Dromeen I chanced for to stray
W:I was feeding on green grass, that grows on yon ground
W:When my heart was set a-beating by the crying of the hounds
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Mush-a rang tally-ho, hark ye over hi-dee ho
W:Hark ye over cries the huntsman, hark ye over hi ho
W:
W:They hunted me up, and they hunted me down
W:The bold huntsmen of Stiahan, on my trail sent the hounds
W:Over highlands and lowlands, moorlands also,
W:Over hedges and ditches, like the wind I did go.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:There was ringwood and roses, they gave me a close brush
W:It was then they found me hiding, it was in a rush bush
W:For better or worse, I know I must die,
W:But I do my endeavour, these hounds to defy
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Then up stands the huntsman, to end all my strife
W:Sayin' lay the hare down, give her plea for her life
W:Wouldnt it be for better, you killed rather the fox
W:Who ate all your chickens, fat hen and gay cock?
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:And now I must die, and I know not the crime
W:For the value of sixpence, I ne'er harmed mankind
W:I ne'er was brought up for to rob or to steal
W:Except for the crabbin' some tops of green kale
W:
W:Chorus

X:4
T:Health to the Company
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-4
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=110
K:Edor
BA | B2 E2 (EF) | ED B,2 (B,C) | D2 (AG) (ED) | E4
(EF) | G2 A2 B2 | (ed) B2 (AB) | B2 E2 (FE) | D4
(EF) | G2 A2 B2 | (ed) B2 (AB) | B2 E2 ((3EDC) | D4
BA | B2 E2 (EF) | (ED) B,2 (B,C) | D2 (AG) (ED) | E4 ||
W:My friends and companions, come join me in rhyme
W:Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
W:Come lift up your voices, all grief to refrain
W:For we may or might never all meet here again
W:
W:Chorus:
W:So here's a health to the company and one to my lass
W:Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass
W:Let's drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
W:For we may and might never all meet here again
W:
W:Here's a health to the wee lass that I love so well
W:For her beauty in Ireland, there is none can excel
W:There's a smile upon her countenance as she sits upon my knee
W:Sure there's is no one in in this wide world as happy as me
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Our ship lies at anchor, she is ready to dock
W:I wish her safe landing without any shock
W:and if ever I should meet you by land or by sea
W:I will always remember your kindness to me

X:5
T:My Lagan Love
T:Lagan Streams
R:song
C:lyrics by Joseph Campbell (1879-1944)
H:Joseph Campbell AKA Seosamh MacCathmhaoil AKA Joseph McCahill
Z:id:hn-song-5
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=90
K:Amix
(EF) | (G3 F) G2 | A4 E2 | (E3 D) C2 | (A, G,3)
A,2 | C4 C2 | (DC A,2) G,2 | A,6- | A,4 ||
(EF) | (G3 F G2) | A4 E2 | (E2 D2) C2 | (A,2 G,2)
A,2 | C4 C2 | (DC A,2) G,2 | A,6- | A,3 ||
A, CD | F E3 ((3ED)=C | D4
(FG) | A4 D2 | (F3 E F2 | ^G4) A2 | A6 ||
=c2 A2 G2 | A4 E2 | (E2 D2) C2 | A,2 G,2
A,2 | C4 C2 | (DC A,2) G,2 | A,6- | A,4 ||
W:Where Lagan streams sing lullabies
W:There grows a lily fair
W:The twilight is in her eye
W:The night is on her hair
W:And like a lovesick lennashee
W:She has my heart in thrall
W:No life have I nor liberty
W:For love is lord of all.
W:
W:Her father sails a running-barge
W:'Twixt Leamh-beag and The Druim,
W:And on the lonely river-marge
W:She clears his hearth for him.
W:When she was only fairy-high
W:Her gentle mother died,
W:But dew-love keeps her memory
W:Green on the Lagan side.
W:
W:And often when the beetle's horn
W:Has lulled this eve to sleep
W:I'll steal into her shieling lorn
W:And through the doorway creep.
W:There on the cricket's singing stone,
W:She makes the bogwood fire,
W:And hums in soft sweet undertone
W:The songs of heart's desire
W:
W:Her welcome, like her love for me,
W:Is from her heart within:
W:Her warm kiss is felicity
W:That knows no taint of sin.
W:And, when I stir my foot to go,
W:'Tis leaving love and light
W:To feel the wind of longing blow
W:From out the dark of night.

X:6
T:Lough Erne Shore
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-6
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=130
K:Dm
(A,C) | D2 D2 F2 | (GA) (GF) D2 | F2 G2
A2 | c2 (dc) A2 | (GA) (GF) D2 | C4
A,C | D2 D2 F2 | (GA) (GF) D2 | F2 G2
A2 | c2 (dc) A2 | (GA) (GF) D2 | D4 ||
(Ac) | d2 d2 (cA) | c2 d2 (FA) |
G2 F2 A2 | c2 (dc) A2 | (GA) (GF) D2 | C4
(A,C) | D2 D2 F2 | (GA) (GF) D2 | F2 G2
A2 | c2 (dc) A2 | (GA) (GF) D2 | D4 ||
W:One morning as I went a-fowling
W:Bright Phoebus adorned the plain.
W:It was down by the shores of Lough Erne
W:I met with this wonderful dame.
W:Her voice was so sweet and so pleasing
W:These beautiful notes she did sing.
W:The innocent fowl of the forest
W:Their love unto her they did bring.
W:
W:It being the first time I saw her
W:My heart it did lep with surprise.
W:I thought that she could be no mortal
W:But an angel that fell from the skies.
W:Her hair it resembled gold tresses.
W:Her skin was as white as the snow.
W:Her cheeks were as red as the roses
W:That bloom around Lough Erne's shore.
W:
W:When I found that my love was eloping
W:These words unto her I did say:
W:"Oh, take me to your habitation
W:For Cupid has led me astray."
W:"Forever I'll keep the commandments.
W:They say that it is the best plan.
W:Fair maids who do yield to men's pleasures
W:The scripture does say they are wrong."
W:
W:"Oh, Mary don't accuse me of weakness,
W:For treachery I do disown.
W:I will make you a lady of honour
W:If with me this night you'll come home.
W:Oh, had I the lamp of great Aladdin,
W:His rings and his genie what's more.
W:I would part with them all for to gain you
W:And live upon Lough Erne's shore."

X:7
T:Lowlands of Holland
R:song
H:This song is not about Holland, but about Dutch Guyana (Surinam)
Z:id:hn-song-7
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
K:D
A,B, | D3E (DB,)A,2 | A4 B2(AB) | (FE)D2 E2(DA,) | B,6
(A,B,) | D3E (DB,)A,2 | A4 B2(AB) | (FE)D2 E3D | D6
FA | A2(FE) D2(FA) | B2B,2 D2(FA) | (GF)E2 (FE)(DA,) | B,6
AB | B2(AB) d2(BA) | F2d2 (FE)(DF) | (ED)(B,A,) D3D | D6 ||
W:On the night that I was married and on my marriage bed
W:Up came a bold sea captain and stood at my bedhead
W:Saying, arise, arise young wedded man and come along with me,
W:To the low low lands of Holland to fight the enemy.
W:
W:Now then Holland is a lovely land, and on it grows fine grain
W:Sure it is a place of residence for a soldier to remain
W:Where the sugar cane is plentiful and the tea grows on each tree
W:I never had the but one sweetheart, and now he's far far away from me.
W:
W:Says the mother to the daughter: give o'er your sore lament
W:For there's men enough in Galway for to be your heart's content.
W:If there's men enough in Galway, alas there are none for me
W:Since these high winds and stormy seas have come between my love and me.
W:
W:I will wear no swaithe around my waist, no combs all in my hair
W:No handkerchief around my neck for to save my beauty fair
W:And never will I marry until the day I die
W:Since the low low lands of Holland have come between my love and I.

X:8
T:Bantry Girl's Lament
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-8
M:2/4
L:1/16
Q:1/4=52
K:D
(DE) | F3F F2(ED) | FA3-A3B | A3A A2 ((3FED) | E6
DE | F3F F2(ED) | FA3-A3B | (AF)(ED) E3D | D6
(AB) | d3d d2(BA) | Bd3-d3B | A3A A2 ((3FED) | E6
(DE) | F3F F2(ED) | FA3-A2AB | (AF)(ED) E3D | D6 ||
W:Oh, who will plough the fields now, and who will sow the corn?
W:And who will watch the sheep now, and keep them neatly shorn?
W:The stack that's in the haggard, unthreshed it will remain
W:Since Johnny, lovely Johnny went to fight the king of Spain
W:
W:Oh, the girls of the Ban\'og in sorrow may retire
W:And the piper and his bellows may go home and blow the fire
W:Since Johnny, lovely Johnny went sailing o'er the main
W:Along with other patriots to fight the king of Spain
W:
W:The boys will sorely miss him when Moneymore comes round
W:And grieve when their bold captain is nowhere to be found
W:And the peelers may stand idle against their will and grain
W:Since the valiant boy who gave them work now peels the king of Spain
W:
W:At wakes and hurling matches your like we'll never see
W:'Till you come back again to us, a stoir\'in \'og mo chro\'i
W:And won't you trounce the buckeens, who show us much disdain
W:Because our eyes are not so bright as those you'll see in Spain
W:
W:Oh, if cruel fate should not permit our Johnny to return
W:His awful loss we Bantry girls will never cease to mourn
W:We'll resign ourselves to our sad lot and live in grief and pain
W:Since Johnny died for Ireland's pride in the foreign land of Spain

X:9
T:Rambling Irishman
R:song
H:see also #10
D:Sands Family
Z:id:hn-song-9
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=170
K:Dmix
(F2G2) | A4A2 | F2E2D2 | (c3B)c2 | E2F2G2 | A2G2E2 | D4E2 | D6 | z4 ||
A2 | A2d2d2 | d4e2 | d4c2 | A2A2B2 | (c3B)A2 | d4A2 | G6 | z4 ||
AA | A4d2 | d4e2 | d4c2 | A4B2 | c3BA2 | dd3F2 | G6 | z2 ||
F2G2 | A4A2 | F2E2D2 | (c3B)c2 | E2(F2G2) | A2G2E2 | D4E2 | D6 | z4 ||
W:I am a ramblin' Irishman
W:and I've rambled the whole world o'er
W:in search of an occupa-ti-on
W:and I never had before.
W:So I made a resolu-ti-on
W:and thought it a very good plan
W:for to take a trip to Amerikay
W:and view that lovely land.
W:
W:When I landed in Philadelphia
W:all the girls on me did smile.
W:Says one unto the other
W:"There goes an Irish boy."
W:They asked me for to dine with them
W:And they took me by the hand
W:And the toast went merrily round the room
W:for the ramblin' Irishman.
W:
W:They brought me to a grand hotel
W:and there to spend the night.
W:When the landlady's wee daughter
W:on me took great delight.
W:She never took her eyes off me
W:as on the shore I stand.
W:And she whispers to her mother
W:"I'm in love with the Irishman."
W:
W:Said the mother to her daughter
W:What do you mean to do?
W:To fall in love with an Irishman,
W:a lad that you never knew
W:with his knapsack on his shoulder
W:and shillelagh under his arm.
W:Sure I'll ramble the whole world over
W:my ramblin' Irishman.
W:
W:Now that we are married
W:and settled down in life.
W:We're as happy as two turtle doves
W:myself and my wee wife.
W:Sure I'll work for her and I'll toil for her
W:and I'll do the best I can,
W:and she'll never say she rued the day
W:she married an Irishman.

X:10
T:Ramblin' Irishman
R:song
H:see also #9
D:Packie Byrne
Z:id:hn-song-10
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=85
K:Dmix
(FG) | A2A FED | c2c EFG | A>GE D2D | D3 z2 ||
A | d>dd (dA)B | c3 BAG | FA2 d2F | G3 z2 ||
A | d2d dAB | c3 BAG | FFA ddF | G3 z ||
FG | A2A FED | (cB)c EFG | A>GE D2D | D3 z2 ||
W:I am a ramblin' Irishman
W:and I've travelled this wide world o'er
W:in search of an occupation
W:like so many done before.
W:I formed a resolution
W:and I thought it a very good plan
W:for to take a trip to Amerikay
W:as a rambling Irishman.
W:
W:When I landed in Philadelphia
W:the girls all jumped for joy.
W:And one says to the other
W:"There goes an Irish boy."
W:They invited me for to dance with them
W:and they took me by the hand
W:And the toast went merrily round the room
W:"Long life to the Irishman!"
W:
W:They took me to a big hotel
W:with them to spend the night.
W:The landlady's only daughter
W:in me took great delight.
W:She never took her eyes off me
W:as on the floor I stand.
W:And she whispers to her mother
W:"I'm in love with that Irishman."
W:
W:Oh daughter dear, oh daughter,
W:what is this you are going to do?
W:To fall in love with an Irishman,
W:a man you never knew,
W:with a knapsack on his shoulder
W:and shillelagh in his hand.
W:Ah but mother dear I would roam the whole world
W:with that ramblin' Irishman.
W:
W:And now that we are married
W:and we're settled down in life.
W:The landlady's only daughter
W:she is my wedded wife.
W:I'll toil for her and I'll labour for her
W:and I'll do the best I can,
W:and she'll never say she rued the day
W:that she married an Irishman.

X:11
T:High Germany
R:song
D:Dubliners
Z:id:hn-song-11
M:2/4
L:1/16
Q:1/4=85
K:Dm
A2 | A2 D2 D2 C2 | (F3 G) A2 A2 | G2 F2 D2 C2 | D6
(CD) | F2 F2 (FG)(AB) | c4 d2 dd | c2 A2 (GA)(BG) | A6
(AG) | F2 F2 (FG)(AB) | c2 c2 d2 d2 | c2 A2 G2 F2 | G6
FG | A2 D2 D2 C2 | F3 G A2 A2 | (G2F2) D3 C | D6 ||
W:Oh Polly, love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun,
W:and we must go a-marching to the beating of a drum.
W:Come dress yourself all in your best and come along with me,
W:and I'll take you to the war, me love, in high Germany.
W:
W:Oh Willy, love, oh Willy, come list what I do say.
W:My feet they are so tender, I cannot march away.
W:And besides, my dearest Willy, I am with child by thee.
W:Not fitted for the war, me love, in high Germany.
W:
W:I'll buy for you a horse, me love, and on it you shall ride.
W:And all my delight shall be a-riding by your side.
W:We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry.
W:We'll be true to one another, get married bye and bye.
W:
W:Oh, cursed be them cruel wars wherever they should rise,
W:and out of merry England press many a man likewise.
W:They pressed my true love from me, likewise my brothers three,
W:and sent them to the wars, me love, in high Germany
W:
W:My friends I do not value, my foes I do not fear.
W:Now my love has left me I wander far and near.
W:And when my baby it is born and smiling on my knee,
W:I'll think of lovely Willy in High Germany.
W:
W:Oh Polly, love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun
W:And we must go a-marching to the beating of a drum
W:Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
W:I'll take you to the war, me love, in high Germany

X:12
T:Black Velvet Band
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-12
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=180
K:F
cc | c3 c c2 | A2 B2 c2 | B2 A4- | A4 G2 | F2 G2 A2 | F2 E2 D2 | C6- | C4
(cB) | A2 A2 A2 | C2 D2 E2 | F4 G2 | A4 AA | G2 A2 B2 | E2 F2 G2 | F6- | F4 :|
c2 | c4 c2 | (A2 B2) c2 | B2 A4- | A4 G2 | F2 G2 A2 | F2 E2 D2 | C6- | C4
cB | A2 A2 A2 | C2 D2 E2 | (F4 G2) | A4 A2 | G2 A2 B2 | E2 F2 G2 | F6- | F4 ||
W:In the neat little town they call Belfast
W:apprenticed to trade I was bound,
W:and many's the hour of sweet happiness
W:have I spent in that neat little town.
W:
W:'Til a sad misfortune came over me,
W:which caused me to stray from the land.
W:Far away from my friends and companions
W:betrayed by the black velvet band.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Her eyes they shone like diamonds
W:I thought her the queen of the land.
W:And her hair it hair hung over her shoulder
W:tied up with a black velvet band.
W:
W:I took a stroll down Broadway
W:Not intending to stay very long,
W:When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid
W:as she came a-prancing along.
W:
W:She was both fair and handsome
W:Her neck it was just like a swan
W:And her hair it hung over her shoulder
W:tied up with a black velvet band
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid
W:and a gentleman passing us by,
W:I knew she meant the doing of him
W:by the look in her roguish black eye.
W:
W:A gold watch she took from his pocket
W:And placed it right into my hand
W:And the very next thing that I said was
W:"What's this?" to the black velvet band.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Before the Judge and the Jury
W:next morning I had to appear
W:And the judge he says to me
W:"Young man, your case it is proven clear."
W:
W:"I'll give you seven years penal servitude
W:To be spent far away from the land.
W:Far away from your friends and companions."
W:Betrayed by the black velvet band.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:So come all you jolly young fellows
W:A warning take by me
W:when you are out on the town, my lads,
W:beware of the pretty colleens.
W:
W:They'll feed you to strong drink, my lads,
W:'til you are unable to stand
W:And the very next thing that you'll know is
W:You've landed in Van Diemen's Land.
W:
W:Chorus

X:13
T:Brave Bold Donnelly
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-13
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:Ador
E | EA AB | AG- GA/A/ | BA GE | G3
A | BA AA | GE E/E/E | D>D DE | GE ||
DB, | A,2 E2 | DB, G,2 | zA,/A,/ A,A, | A2
AG | G2 GA | GE D2 | E>E DB, | A,3 ||
W:There was a pretty maiden, she was going to a ball.
W:She saw a jolly tinker hammering tins against the wall.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:and mush-a brave bold Donnelly, good enough, said she.
W:There's good blood in young Donnelly, he's the boy for me!
W:
W:He sauntered through the kitchen, and he sauntered through the hall.
W:He sauntered through the parlour, over knights and ladies all.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:She then went up the stairs, to dress and make her bed,
W:In two steps he was after her, and he knocked her on the bed.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:She then went down the stairs, to bolt and bar the door.
W:In two steps he was after her, and he knocked her on the floor.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:She then took out a whistle, and she blew it sharp and shrill.
W:And twenty of the old police came galloping o'er the hill.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:She then got him arrested, and he got three months in jail.
W:She went out behind his back, took another one out on bail.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Repeat first verse and chorus

X:14
T:Cod Liver Oil
R:song
C:Words by Johnny Burke (1851-1930), St. John's, Newfoundland.
Z:id:hn-song-14
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=170
K:Ddor
AA | A2 G2 A2 | c2 A2 G2 | E2 D2 D2 | D4 (ED) |
C2 D2 E2 | G A3 G2 | G2 E2 D2 | C4 Ac |
d d3 d2 | d2 c2 A2 | A2 G2 A2 | c4 cc |
d2 c2 d2 | A2 G2 A2 | E2 D2 D2 | D4 ||
W:I'm a young married man and I'm tired of my life,
W:for lately I've married an ailing young wife.
W:She does nothing all day only sits down and sigh
W:"Oh I wish to the Lord that I only could die!"
W:
W:Then a friend of my own came to see me one day,
W:and he said that my wife was just pining away,
W:but he afterwards told me that she would get strong,
W:if I'd buy her a bottle from Doctor De Jongh.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Oh doctor, oh doctor, oh doctor De Jongh,
W:your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong.
W:I'm afraid of my life I'll go down in the soil,
W:if my wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil.
W:
W:So I bought her a bottle - 'twas just for to try,
W:And the way that she scoffed it, you would swear she was dry.
W:I bought her another, and it went just the same,
W:'til I own she's got cod liver oil on her brain!
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Now my house it resembles a big doctor's shop,
W:with bottles and bottles from bottom to top,
W:and when in the morning the kettle does boil,
W:you'd swear it was singing out "Cod liver oil"!
W:
W:Chorus

X:15
T:Green Grows the Laurel
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-15
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=140
K:Dmix
B2 | B2 E2 (ED) | (GA) B2 (AG) | E2 D2 C2 | D4 D2 |
D2 (EF) G2 | A2 d2 ed | c2 (BA) G2 | A4 D2 |
D2 (EF) G2 | A2 d2 (ed) | c2 (BA) G2 | c4 Bc |
d2 A2 (GE) | (GA) B2 AG | E D3 C2 | D4 ||
B2 | B2 E2 (ED) | (GA) B2 (AG) | E2 D2 C2 | D4 D2 |
D2 (EF) G2 | A2 d2 (ed) | c2 (BA) G2 | A4 D2 |
D2 (EF) G2 | A2 d2 (ed) | c2 (BA) G2 | c4 Bc |
d2 A2 (GE) | (GA) B2 AG | E D3 C2 | D4 ||
W:I once had a true love but now he is gone,
W:He's gone and he's left me and I'm here all alone,
W:And since he has left me content I must be,
W:For I know he loves someone far better than me.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Green grows the laurel and soft falls the dew,
W:Sad was my heart when I parted from you,
W:But in our next meeting I hope you'll prove true,
W:Never change the green laurel for the red, white and blue.
W:
W:I wrote him a letter both loving and kind,
W:He wrote me another in sharp bitter lines,
W:Saying "Keep your love letters and I will keep mine,
W:And you'll write to your love and I'll write to mine."
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:He passed by my window both early and late,
W:And the looks that he gave me would make your heart ache,
W:The looks that he gave me ten thousand would kill,
W:Wherever he wanders, he'll be my love still.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:I once was as happy as the red blushing rose,
W:Now I am pale as the lily that grows,
W:Like the tree in the garden with its beauty all gone,
W:Can't you see what I've come to from the loving of one.

X:16
T:Shores Of Lough Bran
R:song
H:Slow, free rhythm
D:De Dannan
Z:id:hn-song-16
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=80
K:Dmix
FG | (A3 F) GA | (GF) D2 A,B, | C2 D3 C | D4
FG | A2 d2 (de) | (cB A2) (FD) | G3 A ((3BAG) | A4
(FG) | A2 d2 (de) | (cB) A2 FD | G2 (GA) ((3BAG) | A4
FG | A F3 G(A/E/) | F2 (GF) (A,B,) | C2 D3 C | D4 ||
W:Sit you down, loyal comrade, sit you down for a while,
W:While I spend my last hours in Erin's green isle.
W:So fill up your glasses and we'll drink hand in hand,
W:For tomorrow I'll be leaving the shores of Lough Bran.
W:
W:There's my father and mother you can now hear them cry,
W:With their tears bewailing, 'twould moisten your eye,
W:But I will assist them, please God, if I can,
W:While far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran.
W:
W:In the incoming morning I will bid you adieu,
W:To Leitrim, Drumshanbo and sweet Carrick too,
W:But no matter what fortune I shall meet far away,
W:My thoughts shall be with you by night and by day.
W:
W:My thoughts shall be with you while life's course is spanned,
W:Far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran.

X:17
T:Irish Rover
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-17
M:2/4
L:1/16
Q:1/4=60
K:A
EC | A,2 CD E2 AB | c2 BG A2 GF | E2 FE C2 DC | B,6
EC | A,2 CD E2 AB | c2 BG A2 GF | E2 GA B2 GE | A6
EE | A A2 B c2 BA | B2 BG E3 E | A2 AB c2 A2 | (B2 G2) E2
EC | A,2 CD E2 AB | cc BG A2 GF | E2 GA B2 GE | B4 A2 ||
W:On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
W:We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork
W:We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
W:For the grand city hall in New York
W:'Twas a wonderful craft
W:She was rigged fore and aft
W:And oh, how the wild wind drove her
W:She stood several blasts
W:She had twenty seven masts
W:And they called her The Irish Rover
W:
W:We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
W:We had two million barrels of stone
W:We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
W:We had four million barrels of bone
W:We had five million hogs
W:and six million dogs
W:Seven million barrels of porter
W:We had eight million bales of old nanny goats tails
W:In the hold of the Irish Rover
W:
W:There was Barney McGee
W:From the banks of the Lee
W:There was Hogan from County Tyrone
W:There was Johnny McGurk
W:Who was scared stiff of work
W:And a man from Westmeath called Malone
W:There was Slugger O'Toole
W:Who was drunk as a rule
W:And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
W:And your man, Mick McCann
W:From the banks of the Bann
W:Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
W:
W:There was old Mickey Coote
W:Who played hard on his flute
W:When the ladies lined up for the set
W:He was tootin' with skill
W:For each sparkling quadrille
W:'Til the dancers were fluthered and bet
W:With his smart witty talk
W:He was cock of the walk
W:As he rolled the dames under and over
W:They all knew at a glance
W:When he took up his stance
W:That he sailed in The Irish Rover
W:
W:For a sailor it's always the bother in life
W:It's so lonesome by night and by day
W:And he longs for the shore
W:and the charming young whore
W:Who will melt all his troubles away
W:All the noise and the rout
W:Swillin' poiteen and stout
W:For him soon are done and over
W:Of the love of a maid he is never afraid
W:When he sails in the Irish Rover
W:
W:We had sailed seven years
W:When the measles broke out
W:And the ship lost its way in the fog
W:And that deuce of a crew
W:Was reduced down to two
W:Just myself and the captain's old dog
W:When the ship struck a rock
W:Oh Lord, what a shock!
W:The boat she was turned right over
W:Turned nine times around
W:And the poor old dog was drowned
W:I'm the last of The Irish Rover

X:18
T:P Stands for Paddy
R:song
H:See also #19
Z:id:hn-song-18
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=90
K:Edor
B | BB EE/E/ | FE De | e>B Bc | d4 |
eB dB/B/ | AF GA/A/ | BA GF | E3
B | BB EE | F>E De | eB Bc | d3
e | eB dB | A/A/F GA | BA GF | E3 ||
W:As I roved out on a May morning to take a pleasant walk
W:I sat down by an old stone wall, just to hear two lovers talk
W:to hear two lovers talk, my dear, to hear what they might say,
W:so I might learn a little more love before I go away.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:P it stands for Paddy I suppose, J for my love John,
W:W stands for false William, but Johnny is the fairest man
W:Johnny is the fairest man, she said, Johnny is the fairest man,
W:I don't care what anybody says for Johnny is the fairest man.
W:
W:Come and sit beside me love together on the green
W:It's a long three quarters of a year or more since together we have been
W:Together we have been, my dear, together we have been
W:It's a long three quarters of a year or more since together we have been
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:No, I won't sit beside you love, not now nor at any other time
W:For you're in love with another little girl, and your heart's no longer mine
W:Your heart's no longer mine, my dear, your heart's no longer mine
W:For you're in love with another little girl, and your heart's no longer mine
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Now I will climb a tall, tall tree, and rob a little bird's nest
W:and then I will return again to the girl that I love best
W:To the girl that I love best, he said, the girl that I love best
W:and then I then I will return again to the girl that I love best
W:
W:Chorus

X:19
T:Johnny is the Fairest Man
R:song
H:See also #18
Z:id:hn-song-19
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=50
K:Ddor
(E/G/) | AA GE/G/ | G(E/D/) C(A/c/) | d>e (d/c/)A | c3
(A/c/) | dd cA/A/ | (G/c/)(G/E/) C(E/G/) | Gc FE | D3
(E/G/) | AA G(E/G/) | G(E/D/) C(A/c/) | d>e (d/c/)A | c3
(A/c/) | dd c>A | (G/c/)G/E/ C(E/G/) | Gc FE | D3 ||
W:1. As I roved out on a May morning to have a pleasant walk
W:Oh, I sat down by an old oak tree, to hear two lovers talk
W:to hear what they might say, my dear, to hear what they might say,
W:so I might know a little more 'bout love before I went away.
W:
W:2. Come and sit on the grass, he said, on the dewy grass, said he
W:It's a long three quarters of a year or more since together we have been
W:Since together we have been, my dear, since together we have been
W:It's a long three quarters of a year or more since together we have been
W:
W:3. Oh, I'll not sit on the grass, she said, now or at any other time
W:My heart is given to another fair one, and yours is no longer mine
W:Yours is no longer mine, my dear, yours is no longer mine
W:My heart is given to another fair one, and yours is no longer mine.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:P stands for Paddy I suppose, J for my love John,
W:W stands for false Willie-o, but Johnny is the fairest one
W:Johnny is the fairest man, my dear, Johnny is the fairest man,
W:My heart is given to another fair one, for Johnny is the fairest man.
W:
W:4. I'll climb up an old oak tree, I'll rob a little bird's nest
W:I'll fall down without breaking leaf or flower to the arms I love the best
W:To the arms I love the best, my dear, to the arms I love the best
W:I'll fall down without breaking leaf or flower to the arms I love the best.
W:
W:5. And I don't care what an old woman says, her days they are gone
W:Neither do I care what a young maiden says, she's false to many a man
W:False to many a man, my dear, false to many a man
W:Neither do I care what a young maiden says, she's false to many a man.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Alternate verses:
W:3. Oh, I'll not sit on the grass, she said, not now or at any other time
W:For you're in love with another fair one, and your heart is no longer mine
W:Your heart is no longer mine, my dear, your heart is no longer mine
W:For you're in love with another fair one, and your heart is no longer mine
W:
W:4. I'll climb up an old oak tree, I'll rob a little bird's nest
W:I'll fall down without breaking leaf or flower to the arms I love the best
W:To the arms I love the best, my dear, to the arms I love the best
W:I'll fall down without breaking leaf or flower to the arms I love the best.
W:
W:5. And I don't care what an old woman says, for her days they nearly are done,
W:And I don't care what a young man says, for his promise is too many's the one
W:His promise is too many's the one, my dear, his promise is too many's the one
W:And I don't care what a young man says, for his promise is too many's the one

X:20
T:Tippin' It Up to Nancy
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-20
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=120
K:F
P:first verse
C2D | FFF F2F | D2C C2
D | FFF F2A | c3- c2
c | d2d d2c | c2c
A2G | FFG A2G | (F2D) ||
P:chorus
C2D | F3 FFF | D2C C2
D | F3 FFA | c3
c2A | G3 FFF | D2C C2
D | FFF A2G | F2F- F3- | F3 ||
P:remaining verses
z2A | c2c c2c | ccc- c2
c | ddd d2c | c3- c
cc | ddd d2d | dc2 c2
A | G2G A2G | F2D ||
W:1. Now, there being a woman in this town
W:A woman you all know well
W:She dearly loved her husband
W:And another one twice as well
W:
W:Chorus:
W:With me right finnickinairy-o
W:Me tip finnick a wall
W:With me right finnickinairy-o
W:We're tippin' it up to Nancy
W:
W:She went down to the chemist's shop
W:Some remedies for to buy
W:Have you anything in your chemist's shop
W:To make me old man blind?
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Give him eggs and marrowbones
W:And make him suck them all
W:Before he has the last one sucked
W:He won't see you at all
W:
W:Chours
W:
W:She gave him eggs and marrowbones
W:And made him suck them all
W:Before he had the last one sucked
W:He couldn't see her at all
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:If in this world I cannot see
W:Here I cannot stay
W:I'd rather go and drown myself,
W:Come on, says she, I'll show you the way
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:She led him to the river
W:She led him to the brim
W:But sly enough of Martin
W:It was him that shoved her in
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:She swam through the river
W:She swam through the brine
W:Cryin' Martin, dear Martin
W:Don't leave me behind
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Yerra shut up outa that ye silly old fool
W:Ye know poor Martin is blind
W:With me right finnickinairy-o
W:We're tippin' it up to Nancy
W:
W:There's nine in me family
W:And none of them is my own
W:I wish that each and every man
W:Would come and claim his own
W:
W:Chorus:
W:With me right finnickinairy-o
W:Me tip finnick a wall
W:With me right finnickinairy-o
W:We're tippin' it up to Nancy

X:21
T:Van Diemen's Land
R:song
H:slow, free rhythm
Z:id:hn-song-21
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
K:Edor
(B,D) | E4 E2 | {A}B4 (AB) | (A3{BA} F E2) | D4 (DE) | (F3{GF} E) ((3FAB) | A2 (A2{BA} F2) | HE4
(B,D) | E2 E4 | ({d}e4) de | (d3{ed} B) A2 | G4 GA | (B3{cB} A) ((3Bde) | d2 (d2{ed} B2) | HA4
A2 | A4 A2 | ({d}e4) (de) | (d3{ed} B A2) | G4 (GA) | (B d3) B2 | (A3{BA} G) E2 | HD4
B,D | E E3-E2 | ({A}B4) (AB) | (A3{BA} F) E2 | D4 (DE) | (F3{GF} E) ((3FAB) | A2 (A2{BA} F2) | HE4 ||
W:Come all you gallant poachers who wander void of care,
W:Who wander out on a moonlit night with your dog, your gun and snare,
W:The hare and lofty pheasant you have at your command,
W:Never thinking of a long career upon Van Diemen's land.
W:
W:Young Thomas Brown from Nenagh town, Jack Murphy and poor Joe,
W:Where three determined poachers, the county well does know,
W:By the keeper of the land, one night, the three they were trepanned,
W:And for fourteen years transported unto Van Diemen's Land.
W:
W:The first day that we landed upon that fatal shore,
W:The planters gathered around us, they might be twenty score,
W:They ranked us off like horses and sold us out of hand,
W:And they yoked us to the plough, me boys, to plough Van Diemen's Land.
W:
W:The cottages we live in, they are built with sods and mud,
W:We have rotten straw for bedding but we dare not say a word,
W:Out hearts are filled with fire and we slumber when we can,
W:But awaken broken hearted, all in Van Diemen's Land
W:
W:Oft times when I lay sleeping, I have a pleasant dream
W:I think I'm home in Ireland, down by a pleasant stream
W:Strolling in the evening with my true love by the hand
W:But awaken broken hearted, all in Van Diemen's Land
W:
W:Oh, if I had a thousand pounds today, all laid out in my hand
W:I'd give it all for liberty if it I could command
W:Once more to Ireland I'd return and I'd be a happy man
W:And I'd bid farewell to poaching likewise to Van Diemen's Land

X:22
T:Black Is the Colour of My True Love's Hair
R:song
H:See also #23
Z:id:hn-song-22
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:Ador
EE2A, | C2C6 | z2DD D2C2 | A,8 |
z2E2 E2G2 | A8 | z2(GA) B2(AG) | E8 |
z2EE E2G2 | A8 | z2GA B2AG | E8 |
z2E2 E3A, | C8 | z2D2 D2C2 | A,8 | z4 ||
W:Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
W:Her lips are like some roses fair,
W:She's the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
W:I love the ground, whereon she stands.
W:
W:I love my love and well she knows,
W:I love the ground, whereon she goes,
W:I wish the day, it soon would come,
W:When she and I will be as one.
W:
W:I'll go to the Clyde and I'll mourn and weep,
W:For satisfied, I could never can be,
W:I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines,
W:And suffer death, a thousand times.

X:23
T:Dark Is the Colour of My True Love's Hair
R:song
H:Slow, free rhythm
H:See also #22
D:Joe Heaney
Z:id:hn-song-23
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:Amix
E2 E2A,2 | C2 E4 DC | A,3 G, A,4 | z6
(EF) | G2 A4 (BA) | (G2 E4) (cB) | (A3G) (E2D2) | E4 z2
D2 | E2 FG A4- | A2 BA (G3 A) | (G2 F2) E4- | E8 | z2
E2 E2A,2 | (C2E4) (DC) | A,3 G, A,4 | z2 ||
W:Dark is the colour of my true love's hair,
W:Her face is like some rose so fair,
W:Her slenderest waist, and her neatest hand,
W:I love the ground she walks upon.
W:
W:I went to the river to mourn and weep,
W:But satisfied I could never be,
W:I wrote a letter in a few short lines,
W:I died a death a thousand times.
W:
W:I then sat down and I wrote a song,
W:I wrote it neat and I wrote it long,
W:With every line I shed a tear,
W:The last line said, "Farewell, my dear".
W:
W:So fare thee well, my own true love,
W:I thought you were as true as the stars above,
W:But a pleasure on earth no more I'll see,
W:I'd never do to you what you did to me.
W:
W:The winter is passed and the trees are green,
W:The time has come since we have been,
W:And yet I hope the day will come,
W:When you and I shall be as one.
W:
W:Dark is the colour of my true love's hair,
W:Her face is like some rose so fair,
W:Her slenderest waist, and her neatest hand,
W:I love the ground she walks upon.

X:24
T:Peggy Gordon
R:song
D:Corries
Z:id:hn-song-24
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:D
D2 C2 A,2 | D4 E2 F2 | G2 F2 (D4- | D EDC) A,4 | z2
F2 G2 (AB) | A8- | A3 D D2 (GF) | E8- | z2
F2 G2 (AB) | A4- A3A | (GF)(ED) (D4- | D EDC) A,4 | z2
F2 G2 (AB) | A4 (D3E) | (CB,)C2 D4 | z2 ||
W:Oh Peggy Gordon, you are my darling.
W:Come sit you down upon my knee,
W:and tell to me the very reason
W:why I am slighted so by thee.
W:
W:I am in love I cannot deny it.
W:My heart lies troubled in my breast.
W:It's not for me to let the world know it.
W:A troubled heart can find no rest.
W:
W:I put my hand to a cask of brandy.
W:It was my fancy, so to do,
W:for when I am drinking, I'm seldom thinking,
W:and wishing Peggy Gordon was here.
W:
W:I wish I was away in Ingo,
W:far across the briny sea,
W:sailing over deepest ocean,
W:where love and care ne'er bother me.
W:
W:I wish I was in a lonely valley,
W:where womenkind cannot be found,
W:where all the small birds they change their voices,
W:and every moment a different sound.
W:
W:Oh Peggy Gordon, you are my darling.
W:Come sit you down upon my knee,
W:and tell to me the very reason
W:why I am slighted so by thee.

X:25
T:Thousands Are Sailing
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-25
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:Dmix
(FG) | A2 d2 (dc) | A2 A2 (GA) | F2 D2 C2 | D4
(FE) | D3 E G2 | A2 d2 (^cd) | e2 c3 B | A4
(FE) | D3 E G2 | A2 d2 (^cd) | e2 c3 B | A4
d2 | d2 A2 (AF) | G2 A2 AG | E2 D2 C2 | D4 ||
W:You brave Irish heroes, where'er you may be,
W:I pray stand a moment and listen to me.
W:Your sons and fair daughters are now going away,
W:And thousands are sailing to Amerikay.
W:
W:So good luck to those people and safe may they land.
W:They're leaving their country for a far distant strand.
W:They're leaving old Ireland no longer can stay,
W:And thousands are sailing to Amerikay.
W:
W:On the night before leaving, they are bidding goodbye,
W:And early next morning their hearts give a sigh.
W:They do kiss their mothers and then they will say:
W:"Farewell, dear old Father. We must now go away."
W:
W:Their friends all do gather and the neighbours also.
W:When their trunks are all packed up and ready to go,
W:and the tears from their eyes they fall down like the rain,
W:when the horses are leaving all to part for the train.
W:
W:When they reach the station you'll hear their last cry,
W:their handkerchiefs waving and bidding good-bye,
W:and the parents will tell them be sure for to write,
W:and they all watch the train till it goes out of sight.
W:
W:When they reach the steamer just leaving the strand
W:They give one last good look at their own native land
W:and their hearts they are breaking for leaving the shore
W:and good-bye dear old Ireland shall I ne'er see you more.
W:
W:I pity the mother who reared up a child
W:And likewise the father who labours and toils
W:He tries to support them, he works night and day
W:And when they are reared up sure they will go away.
W:
W:Well good luck to those heroes and safe may they land.
W:They are leaving their homes for a far distant strand
W:and here in old Ireland no longer can stay
W:and thousands they are sailing to Amerikay.

X:26
T:Star of the County Down
R:song
H:Words by Cathal McGarvey (1866-1927), Ramelton, County Donegal.
Z:id:hn-song-26
M:2/4
L:1/16
Q:1/4=90
K:Em
(B,/D/) | EE ED/E/ | GG A(G/A/) | B(A/G/) EE | D3
B,/D/ | EE ED/E/ | GG AG/A/ | BA/G/ E(E/D/) | E3 ||
B | dB BA/G/ | AA AG/A/ | BA/G/ EE | D3
B,/D/ | EE ED/E/ | GG AG/A/ | BA/G/ ED | E3 ||
B | dB BA/G/ | AA AG/A/ | BA/G/ EE | D3
B,/D/ | EE ED/E/ | GG AG/A/ | BA/G/ ED | E3 ||
W:Near Banbridge Town, in the County Down
W:one morning last July,
W:from a boreen green came a sweet colleen,
W:and she smiled as she passed me by.
W:She looked so neat from her two bare feet
W:to the sheen of her nut-brown hair,
W:Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
W:for to see I was really there.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay,
W:and from Galway to Dublin town,
W:no maid I've seen like the brown colleen
W:that I met in the County Down.
W:
W:As she onward sped sure I shook my head
W:and I looked with a feeling rare,
W:and I said, says I, to a passer-by,
W:"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
W:He smiled at me, and he said, says he,
W:"That's the gem of Ireland's crown,
W:young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
W:she's the Star of the County Down."
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly
W:and a smile like the rose in June
W:And you hung on each note from her lily-white throat,
W:as she lilted an Irish tune.
W:At the pattern dance you were held in trance
W:as she skipped through a jig or reel
W:When her eyes she'd roll, she would lift your soul
W:And your heart she would likely steal
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:I've travelled a bit, but I ne'er was hit
W:since my roving career began.
W:But fair and square I surrendered there
W:To the charms of young Rose McCann.
W:I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet
W:Did I meet with in shawl or gown,
W:But in she went and I asked no rent
W:From the Star of the County Down.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
W:and I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
W:with my hat cocked right, and my shoes shone bright,
W:for a smile from my nut-brown Rose.
W:No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
W:till my plow it is rust coloured brown,
W:till my smiling bride by my own fireside
W:sits the Star of the County Down.
W:
W:Chorus

X:27
T:May Morning Dew, The
R:song
H:Slow, free rhythm
Z:id:hn-song-27
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=90
K:Edor
E2 | E B3 Bc | d B3 Bd | F2 E2 D2 | E4
ef | g3 feg | f B3 BA | B e3 ef | e4
ef | g3 feg | fe d2 ef | e3 d B/A/G | A4
^GA | B e3 ce | d B3 Bd | F2 E2 D2 | E4 ||
W:How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob
W:listening to the barks and the howls of a dog
W:Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through
W:And to pluck the wild flowers in the May morning dew.
W:
W:Oh, Summer is coming, Oh, Summer is here
W:With the leaves on the trees and the skies blue and clear
W:And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true
W:And the flowers they are springing in the May morning dew.
W:
W:The house I was reared in is but a stone on a stone
W:And all round the garden wild thistles have grown
W:And all the fine neighbours that ever I knew
W:Like the red rose they withered in the May morning dew.
W:
W:God be with the old folks, who are all dead and gone
W:And likewise my two brothers, young Denis and John
W:As we ran through the heather, the wild hare to pursue
W:As their joys they were mingled in the May morning dew

X:28
T:Banks of Avonmore, The
R:song
H:Slow, free rhythm
Z:id:hn-song-28
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=140
K:Bmix
F2 | E4 ^D2 | E4 F2 | B4 c2 | (B{cB}A2) (F{GF}E) F | E3 ^D3 | B,4 A,2 | HB,4
F2 | B4 c2 | =d4 c2 | B4 A2 | ({FG}F4) E2 | ^D2 B,4 | ^D4 E2 | HF4
F2 | B4 c2 | =d4 c2 | B4 A2 | ({FG}F4) E2 | ^D2 B,4 | ^D4 E2 | (F{GF}HE3)
EF | E4 ^D2 | E4 F2 | B4 c2 | (B{cB}A2) (F{GF}E) F | E3 ^D3 | B,4 A,2 | HB,4 ||
W:The silvery moon was shining bright over Clara's woodland green.
W:A tender youth was standing where his own true love had been.
W:The teardrops from her throbbing eyes across his cheeks streamed o'er,
W:for they met at night to say goodbye by the banks of Avonmore.
W:
W:'Twas not the rustling of the leaves on the branches wild and weird,
W:'twas not the sighing western wind that crept through Clara dale,
W:that made her tender heart mourn for the boy she did adore,
W:for she knew right well he'd ne'er return to the banks of Avonmore.
W:
W:Well he clasped her close unto his breast and he murmured sweet and true:
W:Tonight my ship sails for the West but my love I leave with you,
W:and I will pray both night and day, though on a foreign shore,
W:for to keep your love far, far away, on the banks of Avonmore.
W:
W:Now the scene has changed, and England's sons at Flanders stand at bay.
W:mid crushing steel and thundering guns their allied ranks gave way
W:from the USA a proud convoy sped quickly to the fore
W:and in their ranks a Wicklow boy from the banks of Avonmore.
W:
W:Across the shell-torn fields of France the Prussian lines gave way.
W:They tried to quell the wild advance of the exile sons of Erin.
W:Victorious true but deadly few the stars and stripes shone over,
W:but her true love fell far, far away from the banks of Avonmore.
W:
W:Now a few short years have come and gone, and again the moon shines clear,
W:No more this fair maid walks alone to shed a silent tear,
W:but faithful to her soldier boy they've met to part no more
W:in a brighter land far, far from the banks of Avonmore.

X:29
T:Mountain Streams, The
R:song
H:Slow, free rhythm
D:De Danann I (Dolores Keane)
Z:id:hn-song-29
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
K:Ador
c (c{dcA}G) | A2 (A2{BA}G2) | (E3{FE}D) C A, | (C3D)E2 | (G3{AG}ED2) | HE4
(d{ed}c) | (A3{BA}G) (E{FE}D) | (C3EG2) | E4  (D{ED}C) | A, A, HA,2
(c{dcA}G) | (A4{BA}G2) | (E3{FE}D) (CA,) | (C3D)E2 | (G4{AG}ED) | HE4
d d/{ed}c/ | (A3{BA}G) E D | C3 (EG2) | E4 (D{ED}C) | A, A,  HA,2 ||
E2 | (A3{BA}G) E2 | A4 ^c d | (e4{fe}d2) | ^c2{d^c}A2 B2 | A{BA}G HE2
D2 | ({D}E3) A ({B}c2) | (B2{cB}A2) ^c d | (e4{fe}d2) | (^c{d^c}A4B) | HA4 ||
(EF) | (GA2{BA}G) E2 | (G3{AG}ED2) | (E3{FE}D) C A, | C3 D E2 | (G3{AG}ED2) | E4
(d{ed}c) | (A3{BA}G) (E{FE}D) | (C3EG2) | E4 (D{ED}C) | A, A, HA,2 ||
W:With my dog and gun through the blooming heather,
W:To seek for pastime I took my way,
W:Where I spied a lovely fair maid,
W:And her charms invited me a while to stay.
W:I said: My dear, you will  find that I love you,
W:Tell me your dwelling, and your name also.
W:Excuse my name, and you'll find my dwelling near
W:The mountain streams where the moorcocks crow.
W:
W:I said: My dear, if you'll wed a rover,
W:My former raking I will leave aside.
W:Here is my hand, and I'll pledge my honour,
W:And if you'll prove constant, I'll make you my bride.
W:But if my parents knew that I loved a rover,
W:Great afflictions I would undergo,
W:So I'll stay at home for another season near
W:The mountain streams where the moorcocks crow.
W:
W:Farewell thee darling for another season,
W:I hope we'll meet again in yon moorland vale.
W:And when we meet, we'll embrace each other.
W:I will pay attention to your lovesick tale.
W:Then it's hand in hand we'll join together,
W:And I will take you to yon harbour low,
W:Where the linnet sings her note so pleasing near
W:The mountain streams where the moorcocks crow.

X:30
T:Cot in the Corner, The
R:song
D:Shaskeen
Z:id:hn-song-30
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=160
K:Dmix
(A,B,) | D (D3E2) | (F3{GF}E) D2 | G2 G2 A2 | B4
d d | (d3{ed}c) A2 | G2 F2 G2 | A3 F D2 | C4
A, B, | D2 D2 E2 | F2 ({EF}E2) D2 | G3 G A2 | B4
d d | d2 ({cd}c2) A2 | G2 ({FG}F2) D2 | D2 D4- | D4
d d | d3 c B2 | c2 ({Bc}B2) A2 | B2 A G3 | A4
d d | d2 ({cd}c2) A2 | G2 F2 G2 | A2 ({FG}F2) D2 | C4
A, B, | D3 D E2 | F2 ({EF}E2) D2 | G2 G2 A2 | B4
d d | d2 ({cd}c2) A2 | ({GA}G2) F2 D2 | D2 D4- | D4 ||
W:Oh wirra aroon, how sad is our lot,
W:since the landlord turned us out of our cot,
W:and to us in this wide world the happiest spot,
W:on the hillside alone in the corner.
W:It was covered all over with bright yellow straw,
W:and the walls were as white as the snowflake so braw.
W:Sure, 'twould make a fine picture for painters to draw,
W:from the boreen outside on the corner.
W:
W:It was handsome outside, it was pretty within.
W:The shelf shone like silver, the plates made of tin
W:cast a handsome reflection when the sunbeam shone in,
W:through the window above in the corner.
W:Each night by the fireside my mother would knit,
W:and close by her side my father would sit,
W:and the stories he'd tell when his doodeen was lit,
W:and he smoking away in the corner.
W:
W:When supper was over the neighbours came in.
W:Each sat by the turf fire and roasted his shins,
W:while the boys and the girls they thought it no sin,
W:for to laugh and to chat in the corner.
W:When Jimmy the piper stepped in on the floor,
W:the boys and the girls all rushed to the door,
W:and 'twas out to the barn they brought him I'm sure,
W:and thatched him right up in the corner.
W:
W:Those days are now gone, those times have passed by.
W:From morning to night I heave many's the sigh,
W:and my thoughts back again to old Erin do fly,
W:and that dear little cot in the corner.
W:Oh, father and mother I'll ne'er see you more,
W:for between you and me the the Atlantic does roar.
W:and I hope that we'll all meet in heaven, a st\'oir.
W:Farewell to the cot in the corner.

X:31
T:Maid of Coolmore, The
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-31
M:3/4
Q:1/4=80
K:Edor
({Bc}B)A | B2 E3 F | (G>E) D2 (EF) | G2 A2 ({FA}F2) | E4
DE | G2 A2 B2 | (e2{fe}d2) e d | (B{cB}A) G2 d2 | B4
EF | G2 A2 B2 | (e2{fe}d2) de | (B{cB}A) G2 d2 | B4
({Bc}B)A | B2 (E{FE}D) EF | (G>E) D2 EF | G2 A2 ({FA}F2) | E4 ||
W:Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town,
W:There is no finer harbour all around can be found,
W:Where the youngsters each evening go down to the shore,
W:And the joybells are ringin' for the maid of Coolmore.
W:
W:The first time I saw my love she passed my by,
W:And the next time I saw her she bid me goodbye,
W:And the last time I saw her she grieved my heart sore,
W:For she sailed down Loch Foyle and away from Coolmore.
W:
W:If I had the power the storms for to rise,
W:I would make the wind blow and I'd darken the skies,
W:I would make the wind blow high and the salt seas to roar,
W:To the day that my darling sailed away from Coolmore.
W:
W:To the back parts of Americay my love I'll go see,
W:And it's there I'll know no-one and no-one knows me,
W:And if I don't find her I'll return home no more,
W:Like a pilgrim I'll wander for the maid of Coolmore.

X:32
T:Bonnie Blue Eyed Lassie
T:How Can I Live On the Top of a Mountain
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-32
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=90
K:G
D4 (E2{FE}) (DB,) | (D3E) G2 AB | c3B (A2{BA}) GA | BD3- D2
GF | (E3F) (E{FE}D) (D{ED}B,) | (D3E) G4- | G2AB cc3 | d3 ({BA}G) A3{BA}G | G6
B2 | c3c e (c2{dc}B) | B B3 d2 (Bd) | c3B (A2{BA}) GA | BD3- D2
GF | (E3F) (E{FE}D) (D{ED}B,) | (D3E) G4- | G2AB cc3 | d3 ({BA}G) A3{BA}G | G8 ||
W:How can I live on the top of a mountain,
W:without gold in my pockets or the money for the counting,
W:But I would let the money go, all for to please her fancy,
W:For I will have no-one but my bonny blue eyed lassie.
W:
W:My bonnie blue eyed lassie with her fair heart so tender,
W:Her red rosy cheeks, and her waist so neat and slender,
W:I'd roll her in my arms, and fondly I'd embrace her,
W:But how can I love her, when all my people hate her.
W:
W:Some say that she is so very low in station,
W:And more say that she'll be the cause of my ruination,
W:But let them all say as they will, to her I will prove constant still,
W:To the day that I die she'll be my darling girl, believe me.
W:
W:Softly swim the swans o'er the broad streams of Youghal,
W:And lightly sings the nightingale all for to behold her,
W:In cold frost and snow they know, it shines so brightly,
W:But deeper by far between me and my true lover.

X:33
T:Ploughboy, The
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-33
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=120
K:A
(A2F) | (E2C) B,2C | A,A,2-A,A,B, | C2E E2F | A3-A2
E | F2A B2c | B2A F2A | E2F (E2C) | B,6- | B,3 ||
(A2F) | E2C B,2C | A,2A, A,2B, | (C2E) E2F | A3-A2
E | F2A B2c | (B2A) (F2A) | (E2F) E2C | B,6- | B,3 ||
(CD)E | F2B A2F | EC2 B,2C | A,3 A,3- | A,3 ||
W:I once was a ploughboy, but a soldier I am now,
W:I courted lovely Molly, a milkmaid I vow,
W:I courted lovely Molly, I'd delight in her charms,
W:For many's the long night I rolled in her arms.
W:With me rantinooran addie fol de dido.
W:
W:Now, adieu lovely Molly, I now must away,
W:There's great honour and promotion in crossin' the sea,
W:And if ever I return it will be in the spring,
W:When the lark and the linnet and the nightingale sing.
W:With me rantinooran addie fol de dido.
W:
W:I will build my love a castle at the head of the town,
W:Where neither lord, duke or earl will e'er pull it down,
W:And if anybody asks you where you are from,
W:You can tell them you're a stranger from the county Tyrone.
W:With me rantinooran addie fol de dido.
W:
W:Now you may go to all the markets the gatherings and fairs
W:You can go to church on Sunday and choose your love there
W:And if anybody loves you as well as I do
W:I'll not try to stop your wedddin' love, so fare thee well adieu
W:With me rantinooran addie fol de dido.
W:
W:She sent to me a posie of the red rose so fine,
W:I sent her another it was rue mixed with thyme,
W:Sayin' you can keep your red rose and I will keep my thyme,
W:And you can drink to your true love and I will drink to mine.
W:With me rantinooran addie fol de dido.

X:34
T:Will Ye Go to Flanders
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-34
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=70
K:A
e>f e>A | (f<g) a2 | (e<c) (B>{cB})A | A4 |
a>g a>b | (g2{agf}) f>e | f<f (f{gf}e/)c/ | e3
(e/g/) | a>g ab | (g2{agf}) f>e | f>f f<c | (e<f) f
f/g/ | a>a e>e | (f<g) a2 | (e<c{dcB}) (B>{cB})A | A4 ||
W:Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally-O?
W:Will ye go to Flanders, my bonny Mally-O?
W:You'll see the plaidies furlin', you'll hear the pipies skirlin'.
W:O, will ye go to Flanders, my Mally-O?
W:
W:O, will ye go to Flanders, my Mally-O?
W:Alang wi' all the hielanders, my bonny Mally-O.
W:You'll hear the captain callin', you'll see the sergeant crawlin',
W:and the soldiers how they're fallin', my Mally-O.
W:
W:O, will ye go to Flanders, my Mally-O?
W:Will ye go to Flanders, my bonny Mally-O?
W:They're ye'll get wine and brandy, and sack and sugar candy.
W:O, will ye go to Flanders, my Mally-O?
W:
W:Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally-O?
W:To see the chief commanders, my bonny Mally-O.
W:You'll see the bullets flyin', the ladies how they're cryin',
W:And the soldiers how they're dyin', my Mally-O.

X:35
T:Paddy's Lamentation
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-35
M:C|
L:1/8
Q:1/2=80
K:Dm
F2 G2 | A3 A _B2 G2 | A4 A2 F2 | G3 A G2 E2 | C6
C2 | D D3 ^F2 G2 | A d3 d2 e2 | (d4-dcAG) | A4
(F2G2) | A2 A2 _B2 G2 | A4 A2 F2 | G2 A2 G2 E2 | C4
D2 E2 | F F3 E2 D2 | E2 A2 (A2{BA}) G2 | E2 D6- | D4 z4 ||
D4 D4 | d8 | A2 G4 A =B | c6
D D | D D3 ^F2 G2 | A2 d2 d2 e2 | (d4-dcAG) | A4
F2 G2 | A A3 _B2 G2 | A4 A2 F2 | G2 A2 G E3 | C4
D2 E2 | F F3 E2 D2 | E2 A2 (A2{BA}) G2 | E D7- | D4 ||
W:Well it's by the hush me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise
W:and listen to poor Paddy's sad narration.
W:I was by hunger pressed, and in poverty distressed,
W:So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Here's you boys, now take my advice
W:to Americay I'll have yous not be coming
W:there is nothing here but war, where the murdering cannons roar,
W:and I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Well, I sold me horse and cow, my little pigs and sow
W:My little plot of land I soon did part with
W:And me sweetheart Bid McGee I'm afraid I'll never see
W:For I left her there that morning broken hearted.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Well, meself and a hundred more, to Americay sailed o'er
W:Our fortunes to be made we were thinkin'
W:When we got to Yankee land, they shoved a gun into our hands
W:Sayin': "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln."
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your leg
W:Every single one of yous will get a pension.
W:Well, myself I lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg
W:And by God this is the truth to you I mention.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Now I think myself in luck if I get fed on Indian buck,
W:and old Ireland, is the country I delight in.
W:And the Devil I do say, it's curse Americay,
W:For I think I've had enough of your hard fightin'.
W:
W:Chorus

X:36
T:Rollicking Boys around Tanderagee, The
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-36
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=80
K:Edor
d | BBB E2E | BBB d2
B | AAA D2D | DFA d2
c | BBB EEE | BAB e2
e | edB AFD | EFE E2 ||
A | Bcd eee | fed e
Bc | ddd dBA | ABc d
AA | Bcd eee | fed e2
e | edB AFD | EFE E2 ||
d | BBB EEE | BBB d3 |
AAA DDD | DFA d3 |
BBB EEE | BAB eee | edB AFD | EFE E2 ||
W:Good luck to all here, now, barrin' the cat,
W:that sits in the corner smellin' a rat.
W:Boys, wheest your philanderin' now and behave,
W:and savin' your favours I'll chant you a stave.
W:I come from a land where the praties grow big,
W:and the boys nice and handy can whirl in a jig,
W:and the girls it would charm your heart for to see,
W:the darlin' colleens around Tanderagee.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:So here's to the boys that's so happy and gay,
W:Singin' and dancin' and tearin' away,
W:Rollicksome, frolicksome, frisky and free,
W:We're the rollicking boys around Tanderagee.
W:
W:No doubt you have heard of Killarney, I'm sure,
W:and sweet Inishowen for a drop of the pure.
W:Dublin's a place for the strawberry bed,
W:and Donnybrook fair for the breakin' of heads.
W:Did you ever see an Irishman dancin' paltogue,
W:as he faced up his partner and turned up his brogue.
W:He twisted the buckle and bent at the knee,
W:oh, they're wonderful dancers in Tanderagee.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Now, show me the man either Christian or Turk,
W:who could equal our brave Robbert Emmett or Burke,
W:and show me the speaker could speak up like Dan,
W:ach, divil another bad luck to the one,
W:Oh show me the singer could sing like Tom Moore,
W:his melodies charmed all care from our door,
W:But we'll beat them all yet, and that you will see,
W:for we're rare and fine boys around Tanderagee.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:His old jauntin' car was the elegant joult,
W:and Derry's the place that is famed for her hoult,
W:Among the green bushes that grow in Tyrone,
W:and the County Fermanagh for muscle and bone.
W:For courtin' and blarney and fun at the fair,
W:there's no-one can equal the rakes of Kildare.
W:Green Erin my country's the gem of the sea,
W:but the gem of green Erin is Tanderagee.
W:
W:Chorus

X:37
T:Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-37
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=140
K:Dmix
D2 | (A3 B) c2 | A4 D2 | (A3 G) F2 | (G2 F2) DD | C2 (B,2 C2) | D4 C2 | D6- | D4
dd | (B3 A) G2 | A4 Bc | d2 (d2 c2) | A4 d2 | (c2 B2) A2 | (G2 D2) E2 | C6- | C4
d2 | (B3 A) G2 | A4 (Bc) | d2 (d2c2) | A4 d2 | (c2 B2) A2 | G2 D2 E2 | C6- | C4
D2 | A3 B c2 | A4 DD | A4 F2 | (G2F2) DD | C2 B,2 C2 | D4 C2 | D6- | D4 ||
W:From Derry quay we sailed away on the twenty-third of May.
W:We were taken on board by a pleasant crew, bound for Amerikay.
W:Fresh water then we did take on, five thousand gallons or more,
W:in case we'd run short going to New York far away from the shamrock shore.
W:
W:So fare thee well, sweet Liza dear and likewise to Derry town,
W:and twice farewell to my comrades brave who dwell on that sainted ground.
W:If fortune it ever should favour me, and I to have money in store
W:I'll come back and I'll wed the wee lassie I left on Paddy's green shamrock shore.
W:
W:We sailed three weeks, we were all seasick, not a man on board was free.
W:We were all confined unto our bunks and no-one to pity poor me.
W:No father kind nor mother dear to lift up my head, which was sore,
W:which made me think more on the lassie I left on Paddy's green shamrock shore.
W:
W:We safely reached the other side in three and twenty days,
W:We were taken as passengers by a man and led round in six different ways.
W:Then each of us drank a parting glass, in case we'd never meet more
W:And we drank a health to old Ireland and Paddy's green shamrock shore.
W:
W:So fare thee well, sweet Liza dear and likewise to Derry town,
W:and twice farewell to my comrades brave who dwell on that sainted ground.
W:If fortune it ever should favour me, and I to have money in store
W:I'll come back and I'll wed the wee lassie I left on Paddy's green shamrock shore.

X:38
T:Parting Glass, The
R:song
H:Slow, free rhythm
H:See also #39
Z:id:hn-song-38
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=140
K:Dmix
(AG) | (F D3) E2 | D4 (DE) | F4 F2 | G4
(FG) | A4 d2 | (c A3) (GA) | F2 D4 | C4
(AG) | (F D3) E2 | D4 (DE) | F2 F4 | G4
(FG) | A4 d2 | (c A3) (GA) | F (D3 C2) | D4 ||
B2 | c4 c2 | c4 A2 | B4 c2 | d4
d2 | (d2 c2) A2 | (F2 G2) A2 | G2 F2 D2 | C4
(AG) | F4 D2 | D4 (DE) | F4 F2 | G4
(FG) | A4 d2 | (c A3) (GA) | F (D3 C2) | D4 ||
W:A man may drink and not be drunk,
W:A man may fight and not be slain,
W:A man may court a pretty girl,
W:And perhaps be welcome back again.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:But as it has so ordered been,
W:What is once past can't be recalled,
W:So fill to me the parting glass,
W:Good night and joy be with you all.
W:
W:My dearest dear, the time draws near,
W:When here no longer I can stay,
W:There's not a comrade I leave behind,
W:But it's grieving that I'm going away
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:If I had the money for to spend,
W:I'd spend it in good company,
W:And all the harm that I have done,
W:I hope it's pardoned I will be.
W:
W:Chorus

X:39
T:Parting Glass, The
R:song
H:See also #38
Z:id:hn-song-39
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=140
K:Em
(BA) | G2 E2 EE (DE) | G2 G2 A2 (GA) | B2 (Bc) (BA) (GA) | B2 D2 D2
(BA) | G2 E2 E2 (DE) | G2 G2 A2 (GA) | B2 e2 (dB) (AB) | G2 E2 E2 ||
B2 | (dB) (de) d3 e | (dB) (de) d2 (AB) | c2 (cB) A2 GA | B2 D2 D2 (BA) |
G2 E2 E2 (DE) | G2 G2 A2 (GA) | B2 e2 (dB) (AB) | G2 E2 E2 ||
W:Oh, all the money that e'er I had, I spent it in good company
W:And all the harm that e'er I did, alas it was to none but me
W:And all I've done for want of wit, to mem'ry now I can't recall
W:So fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all
W:
W:If I had money enough to spend, and leisure time to sit awhile
W:There is a fair maid in the town, that sorely has my heart beguiled
W:Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips, I own she has my heart enthralled
W:So fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all
W:
W:Of all the comrades that e'er I had, they are sorry for my going away
W:And all the sweethearts that e'er I had, they'd wish me one more day to stay
W:But since it falls unto my lot, that I should rise and you should not
W:I'll gently rise and I'll softly call, good night and joy be with you all

X:40
T:Rocks of Bawn
R:song
H:Slow, free rhythm
Z:id:hn-song-40
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=160
K:G
(GA) | B4 G2 | (A3G) (ED) | E2 G4- | G4 (GE) | D4 E2 | G4 G2 | G6- | G4
Bd | e4 d2 | d4 e2 | (B4 A2) | G4 Bd | d4 dd | (B3A) (GD) | E6- | E4
e2 | e4 d2 | d4 e2 | (B4 A2) | G4 Bd | d4 d2 | (B3A) (GD) | E6- | E4
AA | A4 B2 | d4 e2 | (G3 A B2) | (A2 G2) E2 | D4 E2 | G4 G2 | G6 ||
W:Come all ye loyal heroes and listen unto me.
W:Never hire with any master till you know what your work will be
W:For you must rise up early by the clear day light till the dawn
W:or you never will be able to plough the Rocks of Bawn.
W:
W:Now rise up, gallant Sweeney, and give your horse some hay
W:Go give him a good feed of oats before you're going away
W:Don't feed him on soft turnip that grows on your green lawn
W:Or you never will be able to plough the Rocks of Bawn.
W:
W:My curse upon you, Sweeney, you had me nearly robbed
W:You were sitting by the fireside, with your doodeen in your gob
W:You're sitting by the fireside, from clear daylight till dawn
W:And you never will be able to plough the Rocks of Bawn
W:
W:My shoes they are all worn out,  my stockings are all thin
W:My heart is always trembling, for fear I might give in
W:My heart is always trembling, from clear daylight till the dawn
W:I'm afraid I'll ne'er be able to plough the Rocks of Bawn.
W:
W:I wish the Sergeant-Major would send for me in time
W:And place me in some regiment all in my youth and prime
W:I'd fight for Ireland's glory, from the clear daylight till the dawn
W:And I never would return again to plough the Rocks of Bawn.

X:41
T:Wee Weaver, The
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-41
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=180
K:Cmix
(C3DE2) | (F4G2) | (F3E) C2 | B2 c4- | c4 (GE) | (F4G2) | (F3E) C2 | E6 |
(C3DE2) | (F4G2) | (F3E) C2 | B2 c4- | c4 (GE) | (F4G2) | (F3E) C2 | C6 |
(G3A) B2 | c6 | (c3B) G2 | (AB) c4- | c4 E2 | (F2G4) | (F3E) C2 | E6 |
(C3DE2) | (F4G2) | (F3E) C2 | B2 c4- | c4 (GE) | (F4G2) | (F3E) C2 | C6 ||
W:I am a wee weaver confined to my loom
W:And my love she is fairer than the red rose in bloom
W:She is loved by all young men and that does grieve me
W:There's a heart in my bosom, for lovely Mary.
W:
W:As Willie and Mary roved by yon shady bower
W:Where Willie and Mary spent many's the happy hour
W:Where the blackbirds and thrushes do concert and chorus
W:The praises of Mary and love fair and sure
W:
W:As Mary and Willie roved by yon river side
W:Says Willie to Mary: "Will you be my bride?"
W:This couple got married and they rove no more
W:They have pleasure and treasure, and love fair and sure

X:42
T:Roll Me from the Wall
T:Rolling from the Wall
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-42
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=180
K:Dmix
A2 | A4 G2 | (F2 D2) E2 | D4 C2 | A,4 B,2 | (C2 B,2) C2 | D4 D2 | D6- | D2
A,2 A,2 | D4 E2 | F4 G2 | A4 B2 | c4 Bc | A3 A A2 | G2 F2 G2 | A6- | A2
A2 A2 | D4 E2 | F4 G2 | A4 B2 | d4 c2 | B3 A G2 | c2 B2 c2 | (A6 | G2)
F2 G2 | A4 G2 | (F2 D2) E2 | D4 C2 | A,2 A,2 B,2 | C2 B,2 C2 | D4 D2 | D6- | D2 ||
W:My parents they abandoned me and unto me did wrong
W:For they wed me to a grey old man for the sake of his money and grounds.
W:Had they wed me to a glamour boy without any money at all
W:Sure he'd take me in his arms and he'd roll me from the wall!
W:
W:Well at the fairs and markets I see all of me glamours there
W:But when I look upon me old grey man sure he fills me with despair.
W:He fills me with despair me boys and I'll tell you the reason why
W:For he's got two hanging eyebrows and likewise a jealous eye.
W:
W:Oh hold your tongue, now Sally me dear, while I go into town
W:I'll buy you a nice wee petticoat and a lovely muslin gown
W:For the ladies at the fair you'll outshine them all by far
W:And I'll buy you a lovely wee lap dog to follow your jauntin' car.
W:
W:To hell with yer lovely wee lap dog, and likewise your muslin gown
W:I'd rather have a glamour boy than all of your money and grounds
W:I'd rather have a glamour boy without any money at all
W:And he'd take me in his arms and he'd roll me from the wall!
W:
W:Well now the old grey man is dead and he has left to me
W:Fifty pounds in solid gold, isn't that a handsome fee?
W:His farm, his riches and free land to me has left them all
W:And now I can marry me glamour boy and he'll roll me from the wall!
W:
W:But not long after the honeymoon, me glamour began to jar,
W:He killed my little lap dog and he smashed me jaunting car,
W:Me taypot and me china then, he smashed and broke them all
W:Ah, God knows I've had to suffer for me rolling from the wall...

X:43
T:Seven Drunken Nights
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-43
M:6/8
L:1/8
K:D
D2E | F2F F2F | E2D D2E | F2A B2c | d3 z2
d | e2d c2d | B2A F2E | F2A B2c | B3 z
AA | F2A AAA | B2A AAA | B2c d2c | B3 z2
A | F2A B2A | F2D E2D | B,2D D2E | D2z ||
D2E | F2F F2F | EDD D3 | F2A B2c | d3 z3 |
d2A BdB | A3 F2D | EE2 D2C | D3
D2E | FFF A2F | ED2 z2E | F2A B2c | d3 z
dd | d2A BdB | A3 F2D | EE2 D2C | D3 ||
W:Oh, as I came home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be,
W:I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be.
W:Well, I called my wife and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me,
W:who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?"
W:"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see,
W:that's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me."
W:Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more,
W:but a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before.
W:
W:And as I came home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be,
W:I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be.
W:So, I called my wife and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me,
W:who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be?"
W:"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see,
W:that's a woollen blanket that my mother sent to me."
W:Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more,
W:but buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before.
W:
W:And as I came home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be,
W:I saw a pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be.
W:Well, I called my wife and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me,
W:who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be?"
W:"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see,
W:that's a lovely tin whistle that my mother sent to me."
W:Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more,
W:but tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before.
W:
W:And as I came home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be,
W:I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be.
W:Well, I called my wife and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me,
W:who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?"
W:"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see,
W:they're two lovely geranium pots my mother sent to me."
W:Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more,
W:but laces in geranium pots sure I never saw before.
W:
W:And as I came home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be,
W:I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be.
W:Well, I called my wife and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me,
W:who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be?"
W:"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see,
W:that's a baby boy that my mother sent to me."
W:Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more,
W:but a baby boy with whiskers on sure I never saw before.
W:
W:And as I came home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be,
W:I saw a thing in her right hand where my old thing should be.
W:Well, I called my wife and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me,
W:who owns that thing in your right hand where my old thing should be?"
W:"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see,
W:that's a home grown carrot that my mother sent to me."
W:Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more,
W:but hair on a carrot sure I never saw before.
W:
W:And as I came home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be,
W:I saw a man who left the house, and it was after three!
W:So I called my wife, and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me,
W:who was that man who left the house, and it was after three?"
W:"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see,
W:That's a tax collector who was sent to service me."
W:Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more,
W:But a tax collector satisfied, sure I never saw before!

X:44
T:Sick Note, The
T:Bricklayer's Song, The
R:song
H:Words by Pat Cooksey
Z:id:hn-song-44
M:6/8
L:1/8
K:G
D | G2A B2B | D2E G2B | A2G G2F | G3 z
(AB) | c2c c2c | B2d d2B | A2G A2B | A3 z2
B | c2d e2c | B2c d2B | A2B A2G | E3 z
DE | G2A B2B | D2E G2B | A2G G2F | G3 z2 ||
W:Dear Sir, I write this note to you to tell you of me plight
W:And at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight
W:Me body is all black and blue, me face a deathly gray
W:And I write this note to say why Paddy's not at work today
W:
W:While working on the fourteenth floor some bricks I had to clear
W:Now to throw the bricks from such a height was not a good idea
W:The foreman wasn't very pleased, he being an awkward sod
W:He said I'd have to cart them down the ladders in me hod
W:
W:Now clearing all these bricks by hand it was so very slow
W:So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below
W:But in me haste to do the job I was too blind to see
W:That a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me
W:
W:So when I untied the rope the barrel fell like lead
W:And clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead
W:I shot up like a rocket 'til to my dismay I found
W:That halfway up I met the bloody barrel coming down
W:
W:Well, the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped
W:And when I reached the top I banged the pulley with me head
W:I clung on tight though numb with shock from this almighty blow
W:And the barrel spilled out half the bricks fourteen floors below
W:
W:Now, when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor
W:I then outweighed the barrel and so started down once more
W:Still clinging tightly to the rope I sped towards the ground
W:And I landed on the broken bricks that were all scattered round
W:
W:Well, I lay there groaning on the ground I thought I'd passed the worst
W:When the barrel hit the pulley wheel and then the bottom burst
W:A shower of bricks rained down on me, I hadn't got a hope
W:As I lay there moaning on the ground, I let go the bloody rope
W:
W:The barrel then being heavier it started down once more
W:And landed right across me as I lay upon the floor
W:It broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only say
W:That I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today

X:45
T:Mairi's Wedding
R:song
H:Scottish
Z:id:hn-song-45
M:2/4
L:1/8
K:G
D>D DE | GA B2 | AG EG | BA B<d |
D>D DE | GA B2 | AG EC | D2 D2 ||
d>d de | dc B2 | AG EG | BA B<d |
d>d de | dc B2 | AG EC | D2 D2 ||
W:Chorus:
W:Step we gaily on we go, heel for heel and toe for toe
W:Arm in arm and row on row, All for Mairi's wedding.
W:
W:Over hillways up and down, myrtle green and bracken brown
W:Past the shieling through the town, all for sake of Mairi.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Red her cheeks as rowans are, bright her eye as any star
W:Fairest of them all by far, is our darlin' Mairi.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Plenty herring, plenty meal, plenty peat to fill her creel
W:Plenty bonny bairns as weel, that's the toast for Mairi.

X:46
T:Roving Journeyman, The
R:song
H:See also hornpipe#55
Z:id:hn-song-46
M:C|
K:Dmix
D2 | A,DDD DEFG | ABAF G3A | (3ADD DD DEFD | E<CA,B, C3B, |
A,DDD DEFG | ABAF G3A | Addd dcAG | FDE^C D3 ||
c | (3ccc cc cBAB | cBAF G3A | ADDD DEFD | ECA,B, C3B, |
A,DDD DEFG | ABAF G3A | Addd dcAG | FDE^C D2 ||
AB | cccc cBAB | cBAF G4 | ADDD DEFD | ECA,B, C3B, |
A,DDD DEFG | ABAF G2FG | Addd dcAG | FDE^C D2 ||
W:I am a rovin' journeyman, I go from town to town,
W:Whenever I get a job of work I'm willing to sit down
W:Me kit's all on me shoulder and me graftin' tool in hand
W:And around the country I will go a rovin' journeyman.
W:Whenever I come to Glasgow town the girls the jump for joy,
W:Says one unto the other, "Well, here comes a rovin' boy."
W:Some treat me to a bottle and the others to a dram.
W:The toast goes round the table, "Health unto the journeyman"
W:
W:Chorus:
W:With me linten adie toorin adie linten adie ay,
W:Pots and pans and helpin' hands will see you through the day
W:Linten adie tooral ooral ooral adie ay
W:Give a penny to the journeyman to help him on his way.
W:
W:I hadna been in Glasgow town a week but barely three
W:Before the provost's daughter went and fell in love with me.
W:She asked me for to dine with her and took me by the hand
W:And she proudly told her mother that she loved a journeyman
W:"Ach, away you go, you silly maid, I'll hear you speak no more,
W:How can you love a journeyman you've never seen before?"
W:"Mother sweet, I do entreat, I love him all I can,
W:And around the country I will go to see my journeyman!"
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:You'll hae no more to trudge afoot, you'll hae a horse and pair,
W:My wealth with thee and poverty contented will I share.
W:So overflow the flowing bowl and drain it if you can,
W:Toast the provost's daughter and the rovin' journey man.
W:I am a rovin' journeyman, I go from town to town,
W:Whenever I get a job of work I'm willing to sit down
W:Me kit's all on me shoulder and me graftin' tool in hand
W:And around the country I will go a rovin' journeyman.
W:
W:Chorus

X:47
T:Here I Am amongst You
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-47
M:2/4
L:1/8
K:Dmix
P:verse 1
D>E FG | AG FG | AD DA, | C3D/D/ |
D>E FG | AG FG | AD EC |[M:3/4] DE =F2 ||
zG/G/ |[M:2/4] AG GG/G/ | AD DA, | C4 |
D>E =FG/G/ | AG GG/G/ | AD E/D/C | D4 ||
P:verse 2-4
A/A/A/A/ GG/G/ | AA GG/G/ | AD DA, | C3C |
DD/D/ =FG | AG GG/G/ | AD EC |[M:3/4] DE =F2 ||
zG/G/ |[M:2/4] AG GG/G/ | AD DA, | C4 |
D>E =FG/G/ | AG GG/G/ | AD E/D/C | D4 ||
W:Here I am amongst you,
W:And I'm here because I'm here.
W:And I'm only twelve months older
W:Than I was this time last year, i-ya.
W:Chorus:
W:Diddle doo rye-ya diddle doo rum diddle dum day
W:Ridle dum diddle doo rye-ya diddle doo rum diddle dum day
W:
W:Oh, never throw a brick to a drowning man,
W:If you're near to a grocer's store,
W:Just throw him a cake of Sunlight soap,
W:For to wash himself ashore, i-ya.
W:Chorus...
W:
W:Oh, the more a man has, the more a man wants,
W:The same I don't think true,
W:For I never met a man with one black eye,
W:Who wished that he had two, ri-ya.
W:Chorus...
W:
W:It's early to bed, and early to rise,
W:The same I don't think true.
W:For how in the hell can a man go to bed
W:When he has none to go to, ri-ya.
W:Chorus...

X:48
T:I'll Tell Me Ma
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-48
M:2/4
L:1/8
K:G
D | DG B>B | cB B>c | BA A>B | AG G>G |
DG BB/B/ | cB B>c | BA A>B | AG G2 ||
dd dB | cc cA | BB/B/ BG | AF ED |
dd dB | cc c2 | BG/G/ AB | AG G2 ||
W:I'll tell me ma when I go home
W:The boys won't leave the girls alone
W:They pull my hair, and they steal my comb
W:But that's all right till I go home
W:
W:She is handsome, she is pretty
W:She is the belle of Belfast city
W:She is courtin' one, two, three
W:Please, won't you tell me, who is he?
W:
W:Albert Mooney says he loves her
W:All the boys are fighting for her
W:Knock at the door and ring the bell
W:Sayin', oh my true love, are you well?
W:
W:Out she comes as white as snow
W:Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes
W:Old Jenny Murray says she'll die
W:If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye
W:
W:Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
W:And the snow come tumbling from the sky
W:She's as nice as apple pie
W:She'll get her own lad by and by
W:
W:When she gets a lad of her own
W:She won't tell her ma when she comes home
W:Let them all come as they will
W:For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

X:49
T:Weile Waile
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-49
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=80
K:D
A | A/F/F F/F/A/A/ | AF/F/ F2 |
DF AA | B2 A
A | A/E/E E/E/A/A/ | AE/E/ E2 |
AA/B/ AF | E2 D ||
W:There was an old woman and she lived in the woods,
W:Weile, weile, waile,
W:There was an old woman and she lived in the woods,
W:Down by the river Saile.
W:
W:She had a baby three months old,
W:Weile, weile, waile,
W:She had a baby three months old,
W:Down by the river Saile.
W:
W:She had a penknife long and sharp,
W:Weile, weile, waile,
W:She had a penknife long and sharp,
W:Down by the river Saile.
W:
W:She stuck the penknife in the baby's heart,
W:Weile, weile, waile,
W:She stuck the penknife in the baby's heart,
W:Down by the river Saile.
W:
W:There were three loud knocks came a knockin' at the door,
W:Weile, weile, waile,
W:There were three loud knocks came a knockin' at the door,
W:Down by the river Saile.
W:
W:There were three policemen and a man,
W:Weile, weile, waile,
W:There were three policemen and a man,
W:Down by the river Saile.
W:
W:Are you the woman that killed the child?
W:Weile, weile, waile,
W:Are you the woman that killed the child?
W:Down by the river Saile.
W:
W:They took her away and the put her into jail,
W:Weile, weile, waile,
W:They took her away and the put her into jail,
W:Down by the river Saile.
W:
W:They put a rope around her neck,
W:Weile, weile, waile,
W:They put a rope around her neck,
W:Down by the river Saile.
W:
W:They pulled the rope and she was hung,
W:Weile, weile, waile,
W:They pulled the rope and she was hung,
W:Down by the river Saile.
W:
W:And that was the end of the woman in the woods
W:Weile, weile, waile
W:And that was the end of the baby too,
W:Down by the river Saile.

X:50
T:Whiskey in the Jar
T:Kilgarry Mountain
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-50
M:2/4
L:1/8
K:D
A | AA AB | A F2 A | BB Bc | B F2 A |
BB Bc | d<d cB | AA dc | B A2 F ||
A>A AB | A F2 A | B>B Bc | B F2 A |
B2 B>c | d<d cB | AA dc | BA FA ||
EE/E/ EE/E/ | E4 | zF F>E | FG A2 |
z B B>A | Bc dB | AF EF | D3 ||
W:As I was a goin' over the far Kilgarry mountain
W:I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
W:I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
W:Sayin' "Stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver"
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Mush-a ring dum-a doo rum-a da
W:Wack fall de daddy-o, wack fall de daddy-o
W:There's whiskey in the jar
W:
W:I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
W:I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
W:She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
W:But the devil take the women for they never can be easy
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
W:I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
W:That Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
W:And sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:It was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
W:Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
W:I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
W:But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:They put me into jail without judgement or writing
W:For robbing captain Farrell upon Kilgarry mountain
W:But they couldn't take my fists, so I knocked the jailor down
W:And bade my farewell to the jail of Limerick town
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:If anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army
W:If I can find his station in Cork or in Killlarney
W:And if he will go with me, we'll go rovin' in Kilkenny
W:And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my darling sporting Jenny
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Now some take delight in the carriages a rolling
W:and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
W:but I take delight in the juice of the barley
W:and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

X:51
T:Wild Rover, The
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-51
M:3/4
L:1/8
K:G
G2 | G3 A G2 | E2 D2 B2 | B2 A2 B2 | c6- | c4
dd | d2 B2 d2 | c2 A2 F2 | D2 B2 A2 | G6- | G4
G2 |G2 A2 G2 | E2 D2 B2 | B2 A2 B2 | c6- | c4
Bc | d2 B2 d2 | c2 A2 F2 | D2 B2 A2 | G2 ||
F2 G2 | A2 z4 | A2 z4 | F D3 z2 | z2 z2 z2 |
z2 B2 B2 | B2 A2 B2 | c6 | z2
B2 c2 |  d6- | d2 B2 G2 | F2 E4- | E4 E2 |
D2 B4- | B4 A2 | G6- | G4 ||
W:I've been a wild rover for many's the year
W:And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
W:But now I'm returning with gold in great store
W:And I never will play the wild rover no more.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:And it's no, nay, never,
W:No nay never no more,
W:Will I play the wild rover
W:No never no more.
W:
W:I went to an alehouse I used to frequent
W:And I told the landlady my money was spent.
W:I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay
W:Such custom as yours I can have any day."
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:I took out from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
W:And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
W:She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best
W:And the words that I told you were only in jest."
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
W:And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
W:And when they caress me as ofttimes before
W:Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.
W:
W:Chorus

X:52
T:Ye Jacobites by Name
R:song
H:Words by Robert Burns (1759-1796)
Z:id:hn-song-52
M:2/4
L:1/8
K:Em
E | E>F ED | B,2 GG | G2 FE | F3 E |
E>F ED | B,A, B,D | E4 | z3 ||
F | G>G GA | B3 B | AF DF | A3
B | BE ED | B,A, B,D | E2 GA | A3
B | BE ED | B,A, B,D | E4 | z3 ||
W:Chorus:
W:Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear!
W:Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear,
W:Ye Jacobites by name, your faults I will proclaim,
W:Your doctrines I maun blame, you shall hear, you shall hear,
W:Your doctrines I maun blame, you shall hear.
W:
W:What is right, and what is wrong, by the law, by the law?
W:What is right, and what is wrang, by the law?
W:What is right, and what is Wrong? A short sword or a long,
W:A weak arm or a strong, for to draw, for to draw,
W:A weak arm or a strong, for to draw.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:What makes heroic strife, famed afar, famed afar?
W:What makes heroic strife famed afar?
W:What makes heroic strife? To whet the assassin's knife,
W:And haunt a parent's life, wi' bloody war, bloody war,
W:And haunt a parent's life, wi' bloody war.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Then leave your schemes alone, in the state, in the State!
W:Then leave your schemes alone, in the State!
W:Then leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun,
W:And leave a man undone, to his fate, to his fate!
W:And leave a man undone, to his fate!
W:
W:Chorus

X:53
T:General Guinness
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-53
M:2/4
L:1/8
K:G
D | DG GG | GB BB | cE EE | E3
c | cA AA | Ad dc | BG AF | G3 ||
D | DG GG | GB BB | cE EE | E3
c/c/ | cA AA | Ad dc | BG AF | G3 ||
W:You've heard of General Wellington, who won at Waterloo,
W:But there's a good old Irishman I'll mention unto you.
W:He comes from dear old Dublin, he's a man we all applaud,
W:For he always finds a corkscrew far more handy than a sword.
W:
W:He's good old General Guinness, he's a soldier strong and stout.
W:He's found on every bottlefront, and he can't be done without!
W:His noble name his world-wide fame, deserve three hearty cheers,
W:Hurrah for General Guinness of the Dublin Booziliers!
W:
W:This hale and hearty warrior is worshipped in the ranks,
W:For he does his task inside the cask, as well as in the tanks.
W:He bears the brunt on every front, north, south, east, and west,
W:And he wears about ten million canteen medals on his chest.
W:
W:He's good old General Guinness, he has won the world's applause.
W:'Twas him who kept our spirits up in the midst of all our wars.
W:Who was the first to flirt with Mademoiselle from Armentieres?
W:Why good old General Guinness of the Dublin Booziliers.
W:
W:All over bonny Scotland too, the General is seen.
W:They've given him the freedom of the toon of Aberdeen.
W:From Inverness to Galashiels, he keeps them warm and bright,
W:And they love to gather 'round him, och, on every moonlit night.
W:
W:He's good old General Guinness, he's as strong as Scottish broth,
W:'Twas him who turned the Firth of Forth into the Firth of Froth.
W:All Scotsman dance The Highland Fling and shout when he appears,
W:Hurrah for General Guinness of the Dublin Booziliers.

X:54
T:Follow Me Up to Carlow
R:song
H:Words by Patrick Joseph McCall (1861-1919)
Z:id:hn-song-54
M:6/8
L:1/8
K:Edor
E2E E2D | B,2C D3 | E2E G2A | B2A G2
F | E2E E2D | B,2C D2D | E2E F2D | E6 ||
E2E E2D | B,2C D3 | E2E G2A | B2A G2
F | E2E E2D | B,2C D2D | EEE F2D | E6 ||
B2c d3 | B2c d3 | FFF F2E | DDE F3 |
B2c d2B | e2c d3 | F2F F2D | E3 E3 ||
B2c d2c | B2c d3 | F2F F2E | D2E F3 |
BBc d2B | edc d3 | FFF F2D | E3 E3 ||
W:Lift MacCahir Og your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
W:That black FitzWilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern
W:Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he'd secure,
W:Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
W:Now FitzWilliam, have a care, fallen is your star, low
W:Up with halberd out with sword, on we'll go for by the lord
W:Fiach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow.
W:
W:See the swords of Glen Imaal, flashing o'er the English Pale
W:See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners
W:Rooster of the fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
W:Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
W:Oh, great is Rory Og O'Moore, at sending loons to Hades.
W:White is sick and Grey is fled, as for black FitzWilliam's head
W:We'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Liza and her ladies.

X:55
T:Rocky Road to Dublin, The
R:song
C:words by D.K. Gavan
H:See also slipjig#6
Z:id:hn-song-55
M:9/8
K:Ddor
AAA | A2A G2E D2D | A,2D D2E F2G | A2A G2E D2F | E2C C2D EF
G | A2A G2E D3 | A,2D D2E F2G | A2A G2E D2F | E2C C2D EF ||
G || A2d d2B c3 | A2d d2B c2G | A2d d2B c2A | G2E C2D EF
G | A2d d2B c3 | A2d d2B c2G | A2d d2B c2A |[M:12/8] G2G G2E C2D EFG ||
[M:9/8] A2A G2E D3 | A,2D D2E F2G |
A2A G2E D2F | E2C C2D EFG | A2A G2E D3 ||
W:Well in the merry month of May from my home I parted
W:Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken-hearted
W:Saluted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother
W:Drank a pint of beer my grief and tears to smother
W:Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
W:I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins,
W:A brand new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs
W:And frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin,
W:
W:Chorus:
W:One, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her
W:Down the rocky road, and all the ways to Dublin
W:Whack fol-lol-dee-da.
W:
W:In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
W:Started by daylight next morning light and airy,
W:Took a drop of the pure, to keep my heart from sinkin',
W:That's a paddy's cure, whenever he's on for drinking,
W:To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while,
W:At my curious style, would set your heart a-bubbling,
W:They asked if I was hired, what wages I required,
W:Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
W:To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city,
W:Then I took a stroll out among the quality,
W:My bundle it was stole in a neat locality,
W:Something crossed my mind, when I looked behind,
W:No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin',
W:Enquiring for the rogue, they said my Connaught brogue
W:Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:From there I got away my spirits never failing,
W:Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing,
W:Captain at me roared, said that no room had he,
W:When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
W:Down among the pigs, I played some funny jigs
W:Danced among the rigs, the water round me bubblin'
W:When off Holyhead I wished myself was dead,
W:Or better far, instead, on the rocky road to Dublin.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
W:Called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it,
W:Blood began to boil, temper I was losin'
W:Poor old Erin's isle they began abusin'
W:"Hurrah my soul!" says I, shillelagh I let fly,
W:Some Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobblin',
W:Then with a loud hurray, they joined in the affray,
W:We quickly cleared the way, for the rocky road to Dublin.
W:
W:Chorus

X:56
T:Love Will You Marry Me?
T:Love Won't You Marry Me?
R:song
H:Also fling#2
D:De Danann: Selected Jigs, Reels and Songs
Z:id:hn-song-56
M:C|
K:D
A,2A,B, DEFE | DB,B,2 DB,B,2 | A,2A,B, DEFG | ABAF E2D2 :|
|: A2 (3AAG FGA2 | B2 (3BBA GAB2 | A2 (3AAG FGAF | DEFD E2D2 :|
P:verse 2
|: A,2A,B, DEFE | DB,B,2 DB,B,2 | A,2A,B, DEFG | ABAF E2D2 :|
A2 (3AAG FGA2 | B2 (3BBA GAB2 | A2 (3AAG FGA2 | (3DDE FD E2D2 |
A2AG FGA2 | B2BA GABG | ABdA BdAF | DE (3FFD E2D2 :|
W:Love will you marry me, marry me, marry me,
W:love will you marry me, and take me out of danger?
W:No I won't marry you, marry you, marry you,
W:no I won't marry you, for why you are a stranger.
W:Why didn't you tell me so, why didn't you tell me so,
W:why didn't you tell me so, before you did the harm?
W:What harm did I do, what harm did I do,
W:what harm did I do, but roll you in my arms?
W:
W:Love will you marry me, marry me, marry me,
W:love will you marry me, and take me out of danger?
W:No I won't marry you, marry you, marry you,
W:no I won't marry you, for why you are a stranger.
W:Why didn't you tell me so, why didn't you tell me so,
W:why didn't you tell me so, what in the world delayed you?
W:How could I tell you so, how could I tell you so,
W:for if I would have told you then I surely couldn't have gained you.
W:
W:Who'll mend my socks and shirts, my socks and shirts, my socks and shirts,
W:Who'll mend my socks and shirts and feed me in the morning?
W:I won't mend your socks nor shirts, your socks nor shirts, your socks nor shirts,
W:I won't mend your socks nor shirts nor feed you in the morning.
W:Why didn't you tell me that, tell me that, tell me that,
W:Why didn't you tell me that before I sold the farm.
W:I didn't tell you that, tell you that, tell you that,
W:I didn't tell you that for fear you'd do me harm.
W:
W:What on earth will happen me, happen me, happen me,
W:What on earth will happen me, I thought you were my darlin'.
W:Who cares what happens ya, happens ya, happens ya,
W:Who cares what happens ya, you never were my darlin'.

X:57
T:Leg of the Duck, The
R:song
H:also jig#157
Z:id:hn-song-57
M:6/8
K:G
D | DGG GAG | FEF DDB | BAB GAB | cBc A2
F | DGG GAG | FEF DDd | ded cAF | AGF G3 :|
| dgg def|dgg cBc|dgg def|GFG ABc|def ~g3|agf g2e|fed cAF|AGF G3:|
W:I gave it to Kitty because she was pretty,
W:The leg of the duck, the leg of the duck.
W:I gave it to Molly because she was jolly,
W:The leg of the duck, the leg of the duck.
W:(lilt 2nd part)
W:
W:I gave it to Nelly to stick in her belly
W:The leg of the duck, the leg of the duck.
W:She has it, she's got it, wherever she put it,
W:The leg of the duck, the leg of the duck.
W:(lilt 2nd part)

X:58
T:Frost is all over, The
R:song
H:Also jig#206, jig#202
D:Planxty
Z:id:hn-song-58
M:6/8
K:D
def edB | AFD (FE)D | DFA AFA | Bee e2
d | def edB | AFD (FE)D | DFA AFA | Bdd d2 ||
e | fdd ede | fdd d2e | fef def | gfg e2g |
fed B2A | AdF G2A | ABA F2E | EDD D3 ||
P:alternate melody
AFD DFA | Add B2A | ABA FDD | FEF E2
A | AFD DFA | Add B2A | ABA FEE | EDD D2 ||
e | fdd ede | fdd d2e | fef def | gfg e2g |
fed B2A | AdF G2A | ABA F2E | EDD D3 ||
W:What would you do if the kettle boiled over?
W:What would I do? Only fill it again.
W:And what would you do if the cow ate the clover?
W:What would I do only set it again.
W:(lilt 2nd part)
W:
W:The praties are dug and the frost is all over
W:Kitty lie over close to the wall.
W:How would you like to be married to a soldier?
W:Kitty lie over close to the wall.
W:(lilt 2nd part)
W:
W:The praties all boil and the herring's a roasting
W:Kitty lie over close to the wall.
W:You to be drunk and me to be sober
W:Kitty lie over close to the wall.
W:(lilt 2nd part)
W:
W:What would you do if you married a soldier
W:what would you do would you follow his gun?
W:And what would you do if he drowned in the ocean
W:what would you do would you marry again?
W:(lilt 2nd part)

X:59
T:Little Bag of Tailors, The
R:song
H:see also reel#109
Z:id:hn-song-59
M:C|
K:A
E2EF ECA,A, | F2FE F2A2 | E2EF ECA,B | ccBA F2A2 :|
cccA d2dB | cccA B2BB | ABcd ee2f | ecBA F2E2 |
cccA d3B | cccA B2Bc | ABcd ee2f | ecBA F2E2 ||
W:|: Oh, won't you rattle me, and oh, won't you chase me,
W:Oh, won't you rattle me, the little bag of tailors. :|
W:I went up to Dublin, I met a little tailor,
W:I put him in my pocket, for fear the dogs would eat him.
W:The dogs began to bark, and I began a-wailin',
W:I threw him in the Liffey, for fear the dogs would eat him.

X:60
T:Molly Brannigan
T:Pretty Molly Brannigan
T:Purty Molly Brannigan
R:song
H:First part more free rhythm
H:See also reel#150
D:Joe Holmes & Len Graham: Saints, Chaste Muses, Bards and Sages.
D:Celtic Mouth Music (Colm O'Donnell)
Z:id:hn-song-60
M:C|
Q:1/4=100
K:G
c2cc BBdB | AAAB AGEF | GGGE DEGB |[M:3/2] AAAB AGE2 z
AAB |[M:C|] c2ec B2dB | AAAB AGEF | GGGE DEGB | A2AB G3 ||
Q:1/4=160
G | GABc dGBd | g2ge dBGB | c2ec B2dB | AAAB AGE2 |
GABc d2Bd | g2ge dBGB | c2ec B2dB | AAAB G4 ||
W:Man did you ever hear of purty Molly Brannigan?
W:She stole away my heart and I'll never be a man again.
W:There's not a spot on my hide will another summer tan again,
W:Since Molly's gone and left me all alone for to die.
W:Dee idle diddley dootle [etc]
W:
W:There's a hole in my heart you could easy round a turnip in,
W:As big as any pavin' stone from Dublin to the Divil's den.
W:If she chose to take another sure she might have left mine back again,
W:And not to leave me here all alone for to die.
W:Dee howdle duddley dootle [etc]
W:
W:Man dear I remember when milkin' time was past and gone,
W:We went into the meadows where she swore I was the only one
W:That ever she could love, but, oh, she proved to be the cruel one
W:And left me here lamentin' all alone for to die.
W:Dee idle diddley dum dowtle [etc]

X:61
T:Fair of Bellaghy, The
T:Swaggering Jig, The
R:song
H:also slipjig#59
Z:id:hn-song-61
M:9/8
Q:3/8=100
K:D
G | FED B,DD B,DD | FED B,CD E2G | FED B,DD B,DD |[M:12/8] FED B,CB, A,3 z ||
EE |[M:9/8] FAA ABA AFD | GBB BcB B2c | dcB AGF EDE |[M:12/8] EDE FDB, B,3 z2 ||
W:I went to the fair of Bellaghy,
W:I bought a wee swag of a pig,
W:I gathered it up in my arms,
W:and danced the swaggering jig.
W:And it's high to the top of the heather,
W:and high to the but of the sprig,
W:and high to the bonnie wee lassie
W:who danced the swaggering jig.
W:
W:As I went to the fair of Bellaghy,
W:I bought a wee slip of a pig,
W:and being down by the poor house,
W:I whistled the swaggering jig.
W:And it's high to the cups and the saucers,
W:and high to the butter and bread,
W:and high to the bonnie wee lassie
W:who danced the swaggering jig.
W:
W:I being down by the poor house,
W:I whistled so loud and so shrill,
W:I made all the fairies to tremble
W:that lived around Corcoran's hill.
W:And it's high to the top of the heather
W:and high to the but of the sprig,
W:and high to the bonnie wee lassie
W:who danced the swaggering jig.

X:62
T:Recruiting Sergeant, The
R:song
H:Also slide#74
D:Pogues
Z:id:hn-song-62
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=120
K:Edor
F | G2E F2D | E2F G2A | B2B A2G | F2D D
EF | G2E FED | E2F G2A | B2d c2A | B2E E ||
Bc | d2B c2A | B2e e2c | d2B A2G | F2D D2
F | G2E F2D | E2F G2A | B2d c2A | B2E E2 ||
W:As I was walking down the street a-feeling fine and larky oh,
W:a recruiting sergeant came up to me, says you'd look fine in khaki oh.
W:For the king he is in need of men, come read this proclamation oh.
W:A life for you in Flanders then, would be a fine vacation oh.
W:
W:That may be so, says I to him, but tell me sergeant dearie oh.
W:If I had a pack stuck upon me back, would I look fine and cheerie oh?
W:For they'd have you train and drill until they had you one of Frenchies oh.
W:It may be warm in Flanders, but it's draughty in the trenches oh!
W:
W:The sergeant smiled and winked his eye, his smile was most provoking oh.
W:He twiddled and twirled his wee moustache, says he, you're only joking oh!
W:For the sandbags are so warm and high, The wind you won't feel blowing oh!
W:I winked at a colleen passing by, says I, so what if it's snowing oh?
W:
W:Come rain or hail or wind or snow, I'm not going out to Flanders oh!
W:There's fighting in Dublin to be done. Let your sergeants and your commanders go.
W:Let Englishmen fight English wars, It's nearly time they started oh!
W:I saluted the sergeant a very good night, and there and then we parted oh!

X:63
T:Green Fields of France, The
R:song
C:Eric Bogle
Z:id:hn-song-63
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=140
K:G
D2 | D4 DD | G4 GF | E E3 B,2 | A,4
FF | F3 F G2 | A2 B2 A2 | G2 B,2 C2 | D4
D2 | D4 DD | G4 GF | E4 EB, | A,4
FF | F2 F2 G2 | A2 (B2 A2) | G2 G2 A2 | G4
dd | d4 dd | d2 c2 BB | A2 A2 B2 | c4
cc | B2 A2 AB | c2 c2 cA | G2 A2 B2 | A4
dd | d3 d d2 | d2 c2 B2 | B2 A2 G2 | E4
E2 | F F3 G2 | A2 B2 A2 | G2 G2 A2 | G6- | G4
GG | A3 B A2 | A2 B2 cc | c3 d c2 | (BA) G2
GG | A2 A2 A2 | A2 B2 cc | c3 d c2 | A4
AB | c2 c2 c2 | c2 d2 c2 | c2 B4- | B4
AA | G4 AB | c3 B G2 | A3 G F2 | G6- | G4 ||
W:Well, how do you do, private William McBride,
W:Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,
W:And rest for a while in the warm summer sun,
W:I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done.
W:
W:I see by your gravestone your were only nineteen
W:When you joined the glorious fallen back in nineteen sixteen
W:Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
W:Or Willy McBride was it slow and obscene?
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Did they beat the drum slowly? Did they sound the fifes lowly?
W:Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down?
W:Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?
W:Did the pipes play The Flowers of the Forest?
W:
W:Did you have a wife or a sweetheart, McBride?
W:In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined,
W:And although you died back in nineteen sixteen,
W:In that loyal heart are you always nineteen?
W:
W:Or are you just a stranger not even a name,
W:Forever to sit behind some glass frame,
W:In an old photograph torn and tattered and stained
W:And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Now the sun it shines bright o'er the green fields of France,
W:And the a warm summer wind makes the red poppies dance,
W:The trenches have vanished long under the plough,
W:There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no gun firing now.
W:
W:But here in this graveyard it's still no man's land,
W:And countless white crosses in mute witness stand,
W:To man's blind indifference to his fellow man,
W:And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Well I can't help but wonder now, Willy McBride,
W:Do all those that lie here know why did they died?
W:Did you really believe them when they told you the cause?
W:Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
W:
W:But the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain,
W:The killing, the dying was all done in vain,
W:For Willy McBride it's all happening again,
W:And again, and again, and again, and again.
W:
W:Chorus

X:64
T:Dirty Old Town
R:song
C:Ewan McColl (1915-1989)
Z:id:hn-song-64
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=140
K:G
D2 E2 G2 | B8- | B2 G>A B2 G2 | D8- | D4
B2 d2 | e8- | e2 d>B A3 G | B8- | B4
e2 d2 | B8- | B2 G>A B2 G2 | D8- | D4
E>G B2 | A8- | A4 A>G (E>D) | E8- | E2 ||
W:I met my love by the gas works wall,
W:Dreamed a dream by the old canal,
W:Kissed a girl by the factory wall,
W:Dirty old town, dirty old town.
W:
W:Clouds are drifting across the moon,
W:Cats are prowling on their beat,
W:Spring's a girl in the street at night,
W:Dirty old town, dirty old town.
W:
W:I heard a siren from the docks,
W:Saw a train set the night on fire,
W:I smelled the spring on the smokey breeze,
W:Dirty old town, dirty old town.
W:
W:I'm going to make me a good sharp axe,
W:Shining steel tempered in the fire,
W:I'll chop you down like an old dead tree,
W:Dirty old town, dirty old town.

X:65
T:Fields of Athenry, The
R:song
C:Pete St John
Z:id:hn-song-65
M:C
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:G
DD | D3D G2A2 | B6 B2 | c3c c2d2 | (B4- BcBG) | A8 |
dd3 d2B2 | c3d c2B2 | A8- | A4
B2c2 | d3d d2B2 | c6 dc |  B3A (GA)B2 | A6
DD | AA3 B2c2 | B2A2 G2F2 | G8- | G8 ||
d8 | e6 d2 | G4 zDGA | B6 A2 | G3D G2A2 | B4 c2d2 | A8- | A6
(Bc) | d3d d2B2 | c6 dc | B3A (GA2)B | A6
DD | A2A2 B2c2 | B2A2 G2F2 | G8- | G6 ||
W:By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling,
W:Michael they are taking you away,
W:For you stole Trevelyan's corn, so the young might see the morn,
W:Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Low lie the fields of Athenry, where once we watched the small free birds fly,
W:Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing,
W:It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
W:
W:By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling,
W:Nothing matters Mary when your free,
W:Against the famine and the crown, I rebelled, they ran me down,
W:Now you must raise our child with dignity.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:By a lonely harbour wall, she watched the last star falling,
W:As the prison ship sailed out against the sky,
W:For she lives in hope and prays for her love in Botany Bay,
W:It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
W:
W:Chorus

X:66
T:Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye
R:song
C:Lyrics by Joseph B. Geoghegan (published in 1867)
Z:id:hn-song-66
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=100
K:Em
B, | B,2E E2F | G2F G2E | D3- D2B, | D3- D2
B, | B,2E E2F | G2F G2A | B3- B2G | B3- B2
B | B2B B2G | A2A A2F | GGG GFE | FFF F2
A | B2B A2A | G2G F3 | EEE E2D | E3 E2 ||
W:While on the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
W:While on the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
W:While on the road to sweet Athy
W:A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye
W:A doleful damsel I heard cry,
W:Johnny I hardly knew ye.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
W:With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
W:With your drums and guns and drums and guns
W:The enemy nearly slew ye
W:Oh my darling dear, ye look so queer
W:Johnny I hardly knew ye.
W:
W:Where are your eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo
W:Where are your eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo
W:Where are your eyes that looked so mild
W:When my poor heart you first beguiled
W:Why did ye run from me and the child
W:Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Where are your legs with which ye run, hurroo, hurroo
W:Where are your legs with which ye run, hurroo, hurroo
W:Where are your legs with which ye run
W:When first you learned to carry a gun
W:Indeed your dancing days are done
W:Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
W:Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
W:Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg
W:Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
W:Ye'll have to put with a bowl to beg
W:Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
W:I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
W:I'm happy for to see ye home
W:All from the island of Sulloon
W:So low in flesh, so high in bone
W:Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
W:They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
W:They're rolling out the guns again
W:But they never will take our sons again
W:to turn them into fighting men
W:Johnny I'm swearing to ye.
W:
W:Chorus

X:67
T:Come Out Ye Black and Tans
R:song
C:words by Dominic Behan (1928-1989)
Z:id:hn-song-67
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
K:Ddor
Ac | dd/d/ de | d2 cA | GG GA | G2
Ac | dd de | dc de | d2 c2 | A2
(AB) | cc cd | c2 BA | GE DE/D/ | C2
DE | FF ED | AG FE | D2 C2 | D2 ||
Ac | dd de | d>d cA | GG GA | G2
Ac | dd de | dc de | d2 c2 | A2
AB | cc cd | c2 BA | GE DE | C2
DE | FF ED | AG FE | D2 C2 | D2 ||
W:I was born in the Dublin streets, where the Royal drums they beat,
W:And those loving English feet they walked all over us,
W:And each and every night, when me father'd come home tight,
W:He'd invite the neighbours outside with this chorus:
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Oh, come out you black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
W:Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
W:Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
W:From the green and lovely fields of Killashandra.
W:
W:Oh, come let me hear you tell how you slandered great Parnell,
W:When you thought him well and truly persecuted,
W:Where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
W:When our heroes of sixteen were executed.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Oh, come tell us how you slew those old Arabs two by two
W:Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
W:How you bravely faced each one with your sixteen pounder gun
W:And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Now the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
W:When each yeoman will be cast aside before us,
W:And if there be a need sure our kids will sing, "Godspeed"
W:With a verse or two of Stephen Behan's chorus.
W:
W:Chorus

X:68
T:Foggy Dew, The
R:song
C:Canon Charles O'Neill (1887-1963)
Z:id:hn-song-68
M:C
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
K:Bm
(FA) | B2(AF) B2(AF) | E2F2 A,2B,C | (DF)(ED) B,2(B,A,) | B,6
(FA) | B2(AF) B2(AF) | E2F2 A,2(B,C) | (DF)ED B,2(B,A,) | B,6
(B,C) | D3F A2(GF) | E2E2 F2(DE) | F2(dc) (BA)(FA) | B6
FA | B2AF B2AF | E2F2 A,2(B,C) | (DF)ED B,2B,A, | B,6 ||
W:As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
W:There armed lines of marching men in squadrons did pass me by
W:No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound its dread tattoo
W:But the angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew.
W:
W:Right proudly high over Dublin town they hung out the flag of war
W:'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar
W:And from the plains of royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
W:While Britannia's huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew
W:
W:'Twas England bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free
W:But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the shores of the great North Sea
W:Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha
W:Their names we'd keep where the fenians sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew
W:
W:But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
W:For those who died that Eastertide in the spring time of the year
W:And the world did gaze in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few
W:Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew
W:
W:As back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
W:For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
W:But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and pray for you,
W:For slavery fled, Oh glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew.

X:69
T:Skibbereen
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-69
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=140
K:Bdor
F2 | E4D2 | E4F2 | B4A2 | F4F2 | E4D2 | B,4A,2 | B,6- | B,4
A2 | B4c2 | d4c2 | (B3A)F2 | A3(Bc2) | B3(AF2) | D4E2 | F6- | F4
A2 | B4c2 | d4c2 | B3AF2 | A3(Bc2) | B3(AF2) | D4E2 | F6- | F4
F2 | E4D2 | E4F2 | B4A2 | F4F2 | E4D2 | B,4A,2 | B,6- | B,4 ||
W:Oh father dear, I often hear you speak of Erin's isle
W:Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild
W:They say it is a lovely land wherein a prince might dwell
W:So why did you abandon it, the reason to me tell.
W:
W:My son, I loved my native land with energy and pride
W:'Till a blight came over all my crops, and my sheep and cattle died
W:The rents and taxes were to pay, I could not them redeem
W:And that's the cruel reason why I left old Skibbereen.
W:
W:It's well I do remember that bleak November day
W:When the landlord and his agent came to drive us all away
W:They set the roof on fire with their cursed English spleen
W:And that's another reason why I left old Skibbereen.
W:
W:Your mother too, God rest her soul, fell on the stony ground
W:She fainted in her anguish, seeing the desolation 'round
W:She never rose but passed away from life to immortal dream
W:She found a quiet grave, me boy, in dear old Skibbereen.
W:
W:And you were only two years old and feeble was your frame
W:I could not leave you with my friends, for you bore your father's name
W:I wrapped you in my c\'ota m\'or in the dead of night unseen
W:I heaved a sigh and bade goodbye to dear old Skibbereen.
W:
W:Oh father dear, the day will come when in answer to the call
W:All Irish men of freedom stern will rally one and all
W:I'll be the man to lead the band beneath the flag of green
W:And loud and high we'll raise the cry: Revenge for Skibbereen!

X:70
T:Rising of the Moon, The
R:song
C:Words by John Keegan Casey (1866)
Z:id:hn-song-70
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=90
K:D
DE | FF FF | F<A AF | FE EE | E2
A>A | BG dc | BA FD | ED D>E | D2
DE | FF FF | FA AF | FE EE | E2
A>A | BG d>c | BA FD | ED D>E | D2 ||
DE | FF F>F | (FA) A>F | FE E>E | E2
AA | BG d>c | BA FD | ED D>E | D2 ||
W:Oh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
W:Hush me buachaill, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all a-glow.
W:I bear orders from the captain, get ye ready quick and soon,
W:For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
W:
W:By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon,
W:For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
W:
W:Oh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be,
W:At the old spot by the river, quite well known to you and me.
W:One more word for signal token, whistle out the marching tune
W:With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
W:
W:By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon,
W:With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
W:
W:Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
W:Many a manly heart was beating [throbbing] for the blessed morning light
W:Murmurs rang along the valley to the banshees lonely croon
W:And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon.
W:
W:By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon,
W:And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon.
W:
W:All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
W:High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
W:Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune
W:And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
W:
W:'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon
W:And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon

X:71
T:Bonny Light Horseman, The
T:Broken-Hearted I'll Wander
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-71
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=90
K:G
(DE) | G2 G2 (AG) | (GE) D4- | D4 (Bd) | e2 e2 (dB) | d4
(Bd) | e2 (ed) (BA) | G2 E2 (DE) | (GB) (AG) (EG) | D4 :|
DE | G2 G2 (AG) | (GE) D4- | D4 Bd | e2 e2 dB | d4
Bd | e2 (ed) (BA) | G2 E2 DE | (GB) (AG) (EG) | D4 ||
W:When Boney commanded his army to stand,
W:He levelled his cannons right over the land
W:He levelled his cannons his victory to gain
W:And slew my light horseman on the way coming home.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Broken-hearted I'll wander, broken-hearted I'll remain
W:Since my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain.
W:
W:And if I was a small bird and had wings to fly
W:I would fly o'er the salt seas to where my love does lie.
W:And with my fond wings I'd beat over his grave,
W:And I'd kiss the pale lips that lie cold in the clay.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Now the dove she laments for her mate as she flies.
W:"Oh, where, tell me where, is my true love?", she cries.
W:And where in this wide world is there one to compare
W:With my bonny light horseman who was slain in the war.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:When Boney commanded his army to stand,
W:He levelled his cannons right over the land
W:He levelled his cannons his victory to gain
W:And slew my light horseman on the way coming home.
W:
W:Chorus

X:72
T:James Connolly
R:song
C:Patrick Galvin (1927-2011)
Z:id:hn-song-72
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=70
K:Ddor
FG | A3 GFE | A,/D/ D3
Ac | d2 dA ce | d3
AAB | c3 BAD | FG2
FFG | A3 (G/F/) E(C/E/) | D4 ||
W:Where oh where is our James Connolly?
W:Where oh where is that gallant man?
W:He's gone to organise the union,
W:That working men might yet be free.
W:
W:Where oh where is the citizen army?
W:Where oh where are those fighting men?
W:They've gone to join the great rebellion,
W:And break the bonds of slavery.
W:
W:And who'll be there to lead the van?
W:Oh, who'll be there to lead the van?
W:Who should be there but our James Connolly,
W:The hero of each working man.
W:
W:Who carries high that burning flag?
W:Who carries high that burning flag?
W:'Tis our James Connolly all pale and wounded,
W:Who carries high our burning flag.
W:
W:They carried him up to the jail.
W:They carried him up to the jail.
W:And there they shot him one bright May morning,
W:And quickly laid him in his grave.
W:
W:Who mourns now for our James Connolly?
W:Who mourns for that fighting man?
W:Oh lay me down in yon green garden,
W:And make my bearers union men.
W:
W:They laid him down in yon green garden,
W:With union men on every side.
W:They swore they'd form a mighty union,
W:And fill that gallant man with pride.
W:
W:Where oh where is our James Connolly?
W:Where oh where is that gallant man?
W:He's gone to organise the union,
W:That working men might yet be free.

X:73
T:Merry Ploughboy, The
T:Off to Dublin in the Green
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-73
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=110
K:D
FG | A3 A B3 A | A2 E4 EF | G3 A B2 A2 | F6
GF | E2 A2 c3 B | B2 A2 E3 A | A2 E2 G2 F2 | D6
FG | A3 A B3 F | A2 E4 EF | G3 A B2 A2 | F6
GF | E2 A2 c3 B | B2 A2 E2 AA | A2 E2 G2 F2 | D6 ||
FG | A2 AA B/B/B BF | A2 EE E2 EF | G2 G2 A/A/A-AG | F6
GF | E2 A2 c2 BB | B2 A2 E2 AA | AA EE G2 F2 | D6 ||
W:Well I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day
W:Till a sudden thought came to me head that I should roam away
W:For I am sick and tired of slavery since the day I was born
W:And I am off to join the I.R.A. and I am off tomorrow morn.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
W:Where the helmets glisten in the sun
W:Where the bay'nets flash and the riffles crash
W:To the rattle of a Thompson gun.
W:
W:I'll leave aside me pick and spade, I'll leave aside me plough
W:I'll leave aside me horse and yoke, I no longer need them now
W:I'll leave aside me Mary, she's the girl that I adore
W:And I wonder if she'll think of me whe hears the riffles roar.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:And when the war is over, and dear old Ireland is free
W:I'll take her to the church to wed and a rebel's wife she'll be
W:Well some men fight for silver and some men fight for gold
W:But the I.R.A. are fighting for the land that the Saxons stole.
W:
W:Chorus

X:74
T:Down by the Sally Gardens
R:song
C:Words by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
Z:id:hn-song-74
M:C|
L:1/8
Q:1/4=80
K:D
DE | F2ED E2(FA) | B4 A2(dA) | B2(AF) E3D | D6
(DE) | F2(ED) E2(FA) | B4 A2(dA) | B2(AF) E3D | D6
A2 | d2(cA) B2ed | c4 A2FA | B2(AF) (AB)(de) | d6
(DE) | F2ED E2(FA) | B4 A2dA | B2(AF) E3D | D6 ||
W:It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
W:She passed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
W:She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree.
W:But I, being young and foolish, and with her did not agree.
W:
W:In a field down by the river, my love and I did stand,
W:And on my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand.
W:She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs.
W:But I was young and foolish, and now I am full of tears.

X:75
T:Flower of Magherally, The
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-75
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:Gdor
D2 | B2 B4 | A4 F2 | (G3AGF) | D4 (GA) | B4 d2 | c4 A2 | BA G4- | G6 |
B4 B2 | A4 F2 | (G3AGF) | D4 GA | B4 d2 | c4 A2 | BA G4- | G4
(Bc) | d4 d2 | d4 (cB) | c4 c2 | c4 (Bc) | d4 G2 | (G3F) E2 | F2 G4 | D6 |
d4 G2 | G4 FE | F4 (DC) | D4 (CA,) | C4 D2 | F4 G2 | (A4{BA}) G2 | G4 ||
W:One pleasant summer's morning when all the flowers were springing O
W:Nature was a-dawning and the wee birds sweetly singing O
W:I met my love near Banbridge Town, my charming blue-eyed Sally O
W:She's the queen of the County Down, the flower of Magherally O
W:
W:With admiration I did gaze upon this blue-eyed maiden O
W:Adam wasn't half as pleased when he first met Eve in Eden O
W:Her skin was like the lily white that grows in yonder valley O
W:She's my queen and my heart's delight, the flower of Magherally O
W:
W:Her yellow hair in ringlets hung, her boots were Spanish leather O
W:Her bonnet with blue ribbons strung, her scarlet scarf and feather O
W:Like Venus bright she did appear, my charming blue-eyed Sally O
W:She's the girl that I love dear, the flower of Magherally O
W:
W:I hope the day will surely come when we'll join hands together O
W:'Tis then I'll bring my darling home in spite of wind and weather O
W:And let them all say what they will and let them reel and rally O
W:For I shall wed the girl I love, the flower of Magherally O

X:76
T:She Moved Through the Fair
R:song
C:Lyrics by Padraic Colum (1881-1972)
Z:id:hn-song-76
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=90
K:Dmix
((3DEF) | G2 F2 GA | A4 (GE) | C2 C2 D2 | D4
AB | c2 d3 A | B2 A3 F | G2 F2 G2 | A4
AB | c2 d3 A | B2 A3 F | G2 F2 G2 | A4
((3DEF) | G2 F2 G2 | A A3 (GE) | C2 C2 D2 | D4 ||
W:My young love said to me: "My mother won't mind
W:And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind".
W:And she stepped away from me and this she did say:
W:"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day."
W:
W:She stepped away from me and she moved through the fair
W:And fondly I watched her move here and move there
W:As she went her way homeward with one star awake
W:As the swan in the evening moves over the lake.
W:
W:The people were saying no two e'er were wed
W:But one has a sorrow that never was said
W:And she smiled as she passed me with her goods and her gear
W:And that was the last that I saw of my dear.
W:
W:I dreamt it last night that my true love came in
W:So softly she entered that her feet made no din
W:And she came close beside me and this she did say:
W:"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day."

X:77
T:As I Roved Out
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-77
M:C|
L:1/8
Q:1/2=80
K:Ddor
A2A2 D2D2 | EF(ED) C2C2 | D2D2 F2G2 | A2 G4
G2 | A2A2 D2D2 | EF(ED) C2C2 | D2D2 F2G2 | A2 G4
(FG) | A2d2 d2cd | e2d2 c3c | c2c2 c2C2 | E2G2
c2B2 | A2A2 D4 | EFED C4 | c3c cEEE | E2D2 D4 ||
W:Who are you, my pretty fair maid, and who are you, me honey?
W:And who are you, my pretty fair maid, and who are you, me honey?
W:She answered me quite modestly, I am me mother's darling
W:
W:With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
W:
W:And will you come to me mother's house, when the moon is shining clearly?
W:And will you come to me mother's house, when the moon is shining clearly?
W:I'll open the door and I'll let you in and divil the one will hear us
W:
W:With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
W:
W:So I went to her house in the middle of the night, when the moon was shining clearly.
W:So I went to her house in the middle of the night, when the moon was shining clearly.
W:She opened the door and she let me in and divil the one did hear us
W:
W:With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
W:
W:She took me horse by the bridle and the bit, and led him to the stable
W:She took me horse by the bridle and the bit, and led him to the stable
W:Saying "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse, to eat it if he's able"
W:
W:With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
W:
W:Then she took me by her lily-white hand, and led me to the table
W:Then she took me by her lily-white hand, and led me to the table
W:Saying "There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy, to drink if he is able"
W:
W:With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
W:
W:Then I got up and I made the bed, and I made it nice and easy
W:Then I got up and I made the bed, and I made it nice and easy
W:The I got up and I laid her down, saying "Lassie, are you able? "
W:
W:With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
W:
W:And there we lay till the break of day, and divil the one did hear us
W:And there we lay till the break of day, and divil the one did hear us
W:Then I arose and put on me clothes, saying "Lassie, I must leave you"
W:
W:With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
W:
W:And when will you return again, and when will we get married?
W:And when will you return again, and when will we get married?
W:When broken shells make Christmas bells we might well get married
W:
W:With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh

X:78
T:Back Home in Derry
R:song
C:Lyrics by Bobby Sands (1954-1981), tune by Gordon Lightfoot
Z:id:hn-song-78
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=140
K:Ador
G2 | A2 A2 A2 | A2 (B2 A2) | G2 E2 E2 | E6 |
G2 G2 G2 | F2 E2 D2 | E2 A,4- | A,4
G2 | A2 A2 A2 | A2 B2 A2 | G2 E2 E2 | E4
EF | G2 G2 G2 | F2 E2 D2 | E2 A,4- | A,4 ||
G2 | A2 A2 A2 | A2 (B2 A2) | G2 E2 E2 | E4
GG | A2 A4 | A2 B2 A2 | G2 E4- | E4
GG | A2 A2 A2 | A2 (B2 A2) | G2 E2 E2 | E4
EF | G2 G2 GG | F2 E2 D2 | E2 A4- | A6 ||
(c6- | c2 B2 A2) | (B6- | B2 A2 G2) |
A2 A2 A2 | G2 A2 B2 | B2 A4- | A6 |
(c6- | c2 B2 A2) | (B6- | B2 A2 G2) |
A2 A2 A2 | G2 A2 B2 | B2 A4- | A6 ||
W:In 1803 we sailed out to sea
W:Out from the sweet town of Derry
W:For Australia bound if we didn't all drown
W:And the marks of our fetters we carried.
W:In rusty iron chains we sighed for our wains
W:As our good wives we left in sorrow.
W:As the mainsails unfurled our curses we hurled
W:On the English and thoughts of tomorrow.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Oh, oh... I wish I was back home in Derry.
W:Oh, oh... I wish I was back home in Derry.
W:
W:At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil
W:As down below decks we were lying
W:O'Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream
W:By a vision of bold Robert dying
W:The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel
W:Dan O'Connor was down with a fever
W:Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay
W:How many will meet their receiver
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell.
W:Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight.
W:White horses rode high as the devil passed by
W:Taking souls to Hades by twilight.
W:Five weeks out to sea we were now forty-three
W:Our comrades we buried each morning.
W:In our own slime we were lost in a time.
W:Of endless night without dawning.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Van Diemen's land is a hell for a man
W:To live out his life in slavery.
W:Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law.
W:Neither wind nor rain care for bravery.
W:Twenty years have gone by and I've ended me bond
W:My comrades' ghosts walk behind me.
W:A rebel I came and I'm still the same.
W:On the cold winds of night you will find me.
W:
W:Chorus

X:79
T:Dicey Riley
T:Dicey Reilly
R:song
C:words by Dominic Behan (1928-1989)
H:"pop" = pawn shop
Z:id:hn-song-79
M:C|
L:1/8
Q:1/2=80
K:G
G2 D2 B,2 D2 | G2 A2 B2 G2 | A2 F2 (DE) F2 | G8 |
A2 F2 D2 F2 | A2 B2 c2 c2 | B2 A2 G2 A2 | B6
A2 | G2 D2 B,2 D2 | G2 A2 B2 G2 | A2 F2 D2 FF | AGAB c2
BA | G4 B2 d2 | d2 B2 G2 B2 | A8 | G8 ||
W:Poor aul Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup,
W:Poor aul Dicey Riley she will never give it up,
W:It's off each morning to the pop, and then she's in for another little drop,
W:And the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.
W:
W:She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air,
W:And then its down by Summerhill and as the people stare,
W:She says it's nearly half past one, It's time I went for another little one,
W:And the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.
W:
W:At two pubs close and off she goes as happy as a lark,
W:She'll find a bench to sleep it off down in St. Patrick's Park
W:She wakes at five feeling in the pink, and says, "It's time for another little drink"
W:And the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley
W:
W:She travels far to a dockside bar to have another round
W:After one or two or three she doesn't feel quite sound
W:After four she's a bit unstable, after five underneath the table
W:And the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley
W:
W:They carry her home at twelve o'clock as they do every night,
W:Bring her inside, put her on the bed and then turn out the light
W:Next morning she goes out of bed, and looks for a cure for her head
W:And the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley

X:80
T:Hot Asphalt
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-80
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=120
K:Em
G2F | E2F G2F | E2D B,2D | G2A (BA)G | A3
B2d | e2d B2A | G2E (F2E) | D2D D2E | F3- F2
F | E2F G2F | E2D B,2D | G2A B2G | A3
B2d | e2d B2A | G2E F2D | E3 E3 | E3
B3 | d2d d2d | d2B G2B | d2d d2B | d3
B2d | e2d B2A | G2E F2E | D2D D2E | F3
(G2F) | E2F G2F | E2D B,2D | G2A B2G | A3
B2d | e2d B2A | G2E F2D | E3 E3 | E3 ||
B2c | d2d d2d | d2B G2B | d2d d2B | d3
Bcd | e2d B2A | G2E F2E | D2D D2E | F3
(G2F) | EEF G2F | E2D (B,2D) | G2A B2G | A3
B2d | e2d B2A | G2E F2D | E3 E3 E3 ||
W:Well, good evening all my jolly lads, I'm glad to see you well,
W:If you gather all around me a story I will tell,
W:I've got a situation and I've got a handy job,
W:I can tell you I've a weekly wage of nineteen bob.
W:'Tis twelve months come October since I left my native home,
W:After working in Killarney for to cut the harvest down,
W:And now I wear a Guernsey and around my waist a belt,
W:I'm the gaffer of the squad that lays the hot asphalt.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Oh! We laid it in the harbour and we laid it in the flat,
W:And if it doesn't last forever, well I'll surely eat my hat.
W:I've travelled the wide world over and never have I felt
W:Any surface that is equal to the hot asphalt.
W:
W:The other day a policeman comes and says to me "McGuire,
W:Won't you kindly let me light me pipe down by your boiler fire?"
W:He stands there right in front of me with coat-tails up so neat,
W:"Ah", says I: "My decent man! You'd better go and mind your beat."
W:"Ah, well" says he: "I'm down on you! I'm up to all your pranks!
W:For I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks!"
W:I hit him from the shoulder, and I gave him such a belt,
W:That he landed in the boiler full of hot asphalt.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Well we quickly pulled him out again and threw him in a tub,
W:And with soap and boiling water we began to rub and scrub.
W:But devil a bit of tar came off and it turned as hard as stone,
W:And with every rub we gave him you could hear that copper groan.
W:With the rubbing and the scrubbing sure he caught his death of cold,
W:And for scientific purposes his body it was sold.
W:In the Kelvingrove Museum now he's hanging by the belt,
W:As a monument to the Irish laying hot asphalt.
W:
W:Chorus

X:81
T:Arthur McBride
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-81
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=160
K:F
F2 | F3 G F2 | F2 C2 D2 | F2 G2 F2 | A4
cc | d2 c2 B2 | A2 (B2 A2) | G3 A(GF) | D4
F2 | F2 G2 F2 | F2 C2 D2 | F2 G2 F2| A4
c2 | c2 B2 A2 | G2 A2 c2 | (d3 e d2) | c4 ||
A2 | c4 c2 | A2 B2 c2 | d2 c2 B2| c4
A2 | B2 c2 B2 | A2 G2 F2 | G3 A (GF) | D4
F2 | F2 G2 F2 | F2 C2 D2 | F2 G2 F2 | A4
cc | c3 B A2 | G2 D2 E2 | F2 F4- | F4 ||
W:I had a first cousin called Arthur McBride
W:He and I took a stroll down by the seaside
W:A-seeking good fortune and what might betide
W:'Twas just as the day was a-dawning
W:And after resting we both took a tramp
W:We met Seargeant Harper and Corporal Cramp
W:Besides the wee drummer who beat up our camp
W:With his rowdy-dow-dow in the morning.
W:
W:He says: "My young fellows if you will enlist
W:a guinea you quickly will have in your fist
W:and likewise a crown for to kick up the dust
W:and drink the king's health in the morning
W:For a soldier he leads a very fine life
W:And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
W:And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife
W:And always lives pleasant and charming."
W:
W:"A soldier he always is decent and clean,
W:In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen,
W:While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
W:And sup on thin gruel in the morning."
W:Says Arthur: "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes,
W:for you've only the lend of them as I suppose,
W:and you dare not change them one night, for you know,
W:if you do you'll be flogged in the morning."
W:
W:"Although we are single and free
W:we take great delight in our own company,
W:and we have no desire strange countries to see,
W:although that your offer is charming.
W:But had we been such fools as to take the advance
W:The wee bit of money we'd have to run chance
W:For you'd think it no scruples for to send us to France
W:Where we would be killed in the morning."
W:
W:He says: "My young fellows if I hear but one word
W:I instantly now will out with my sword
W:and into your bodies as strength might afford
W:so now my gay devils take warning."
W:But Arthur and I we soon took the odds
W:And we gave them no chance for to launch out their swords
W:Our whacking shillelaghs came over their heads
W:And paid them right smart in the morning.
W:
W:As for the wee drummer we rifled his pouch
W:and we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow
W:and into the ocean for to rock and to roll
W:And bade it a tedious returning
W:As for the old rapier that hung by his side
W:We flung as far as we could in the tide
W:To the divil I pitch you says Arthur McBride
W:To temper your steel in the morning.

X:82
T:Spancil Hill
R:song
C:Michael Considine (~1850-1873)
Z:id:hn-song-82
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:Ddor
A2 | A4 D2 | A4 A2 | (G4 ED) | C4 D2 | (E2G2)A2 | D4 C2 | D6- | D4
A2 | A4 d2 | d4 e2 | d4 c2 | A4 B2 | c4 d2 | (c2B2)A2 | G6- | G4
A2 | A4 d2 | d4 e2 | d4 c2 | A4 B2 | c4 d2 | (c2B2)A2 | G6- | G4
(cB) | A4 D2 | A4 A2 | G4 (ED) | C4 D2 | (E2G2)A2 | D4 C2 | D6- | D4 ||
W:Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
W:My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
W:I stepped on board a vision and I followed with my will
W:Til next I came to anchor at the cross in Spancil Hill
W:
W:Delighted by the novelty, enchanted by the scene.
W:Where in me early boyhood so often I had been.
W:I thought I heard a murmur, and I think I hear it still.
W:It's the little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill.
W:
W:It being the twenty-third of June the day before the fair
W:When Ireland's sons and daughters in crowds assembled there
W:The young and the old, the brave and the bold their duty to fulfil
W:At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill
W:
W:I went to see my neighbours to hear what they might say
W:The old ones were all dead and gone and the young ones turning grey
W:I met with tailor Quigley, he's bold as ever still
W:Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
W:
W:I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
W:She's as fair as any lily and as gentle as a dove
W:She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny I love you still!"
W:Oh she's Ned the farmer's daughter and the flower of Spancil Hill
W:
W:I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
W:She said, "Johnny you're only joking like many's the time before"
W:The cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill
W:And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.

X:83
T:Two Sisters, The
R:song
C:Lyrics trad with additions and melody by Andy Irvine
Z:id:hn-song-83
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=90
K:D
D | D(D/E/) F(E/D/) | [M:3/4] FA B2
AB | [M:2/4] D2 F(E/D/) | B,3
A,/B,/ | D(D/E/) F(E/D/) | FA B3/2
c/ | d3/2d/ (B/A)F/ | B3
A | Bc dB | AB D3/2
E/ | FE DB, | [M:3/4] DE B,2
A,B, | [M:2/4] D2 FA | dB- B
B | AF E(F/E/) | D3 ||
W:There were two sisters side by side
W:  Sing aye-dum, sing aye-day
W:There were two sisters side by side
W:  The boys are bound for me
W:There were two sisters side by side
W:The eldest one for Johnny cried
W:  I'll be true unto my love
W:  If he'll be true to me
W:
W:Johnny bought the youngest a beaver hat
W:The eldest didn't think much of that
W:
W:Johnny bought the youngest a gay gold ring
W:He never bought the eldest a single thing
W:
W:As they were walking by the foamy brim
W:The eldest pushed the youngest in
W:
W:Sister, oh sister, give me your hand
W:And you can have Johnny and all his land
W:
W:Sister, I'll not give you my hand
W:For I'll have Johnny and all his land
W:
W:So away she sank and away she swam
W:Until she came to the Miller's dam
W:
W:The Miller, he took her gay gold ring
W:And then he pushed her in again
W:
W:The Miller, he was hanged on the mountain head
W:  Sing aye-dum, sing aye-day
W:The Miller, he was hanged on the mountain head
W:  The boys are bound for me
W:The Miller, he was hanged on the mountain head
W:The eldest sister was boiled in lead
W:  I'll be true unto my love
W:  If he'll be true to me

X:84
T:Rattling Bog, The
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-84
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:G
B2 B>A | GE E>E | DG GA | BA A>
A | B2 B>A | GE E>E | Dd dB | AG G ||
A | BB AG | BB AG | B2 d>B | BA A>
A | BB/B/ AG/G/ | BB/B/ AG/G/ | Bd dB | AG G2 ||
W:Chorus:
W:Oh, ro, the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o.
W:A rare bog, a rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o.
W:
W:And in that bog there was a hole, a rare hole, a rattlin' hole
W:The hole in the bog, and the the bog down in the valley-o.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:And in that hole there was a tree, a rare tree, a rattlin' tree
W:The tree in the hole
W:and the hole in the bog, and the the bog down in the valley-o.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:And on that tree there was a limb [etc]
W:
W:And on that limb there was a branch [etc]
W:
W:And on that branch there was a twig [etc]
W:
W:And on that twig there was a nest [etc]
W:
W:And in that nest there was an egg [etc]
W:
W:And on that egg there was a bird [etc]
W:
W:And on that bird there was a feather [etc]
W:
W:And on that feather there was a spot [etc]
W:
W:And on that spot there was a flea [etc]
W:
W:And on that flea there was a hair [etc]
W:
W:And on that hair there was a germ, a rare germ a rattlin' germ,
W:The germ on the hair, and the hair on the flea,
W:and the flea on the spot, and the spot on the feather,
W:and the feather on the bird, and the bird on the egg,
W:and the egg in the nest, and the nest on the twig,
W:and the twig on the branch, and the branch on the limb,
W:and the limb on the tree, and the tree in the hole,
W:and the hole in the bog, and the the bog down in the valley-o.
W:
W:Chorus

X:85
T:Barley Grain, The
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-85
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=120
K:Em
B | B2B c2A | B2B G2A | B2B c2A | B3- B2
B | B2B cBA | B2B EEF | G2A B2A | G3 ||
G2F | E2E EEE | F2D D2F | E2E EEE | B3
B2B | e2E FED | E2F GGA | B2A G2F | E3- E2 ||
W:There were three farmers in the north, as they were passin' by
W:They swore an oath, and a mighty oath, that the barley grain should die
W:
W:Chorus:
W:With me rex fol-lol-de-dol-dairy oh, me rex fol-lol-de-dol-dee
W:With me rex fol-lol-de-dol-dairy oh, and the barley grain for me.
W:
W:They put poor barley in a sack on a cold and rainy day,
W:And they took him off to the cullin' fields and buried him in the clay,
W:
W:Frost and snow began to melt, and the dew began to fall,
W:When barley grain put up his head, and soon surprised them all.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Being in the summer season and the harvest coming on,
W:It's then he stands up in the field with a beard like any man.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:The reaper came with his sickle and used me barbarously
W:he caught me by the middle so small and he cut me above the knee
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:The next came was the binder and he looked me with a frown
W:but in the middle there was a thistle that pulled his courage down.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:The farmer came with his pitch fork and he pierced me to the heart
W:like a thief, a rogue or a highwayman they tied me to the cart
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:The thresher came with his big flail and soon he broke my bones,
W:'twould grieve the heart of any man to hear my sighs and groans,
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:The next thing that they done to me, they steeped me in a well
W:They left me there for a day and a night and my middle began to swell.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:The next thing that they done to me, they dried me in the kiln,
W:They used me ten times worse than that, they ground me in the mill,
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:The barley grain is a comical grain, it makes men sigh and moan
W:For when they drink a glass or two they forget their wife and home.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:The drunkard he's a terrible man he used me worst of all
W:He drank me up in his dirty maw and pissed me against the wall.
W:
W:Chorus

X:86
T:Jug of Punch, The
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-86
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=110
K:G
(dc) | BB BB GD | GG G2
(FG) | AA AA GA | BB B3
d | dd d2 cd | ec A2
Bc | dd e2 dc | BA G2 ||
d>c | BB B2 AB | cc c2 cB | AA A2 GA | BB B3 ||
d | dd d2 cd | ec A2
Bc | dd e2 dc | BA G2 ||
W:One pleasant evening in the month of June
W:As I was sitting with my glass and spoon
W:A small bird sat on an ivy bush
W:And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch"
W:Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley
W:A small bird sat on an ivy bush
W:And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch"
W:
W:What more diversion can a man desire,
W:Than to sit him down by an alehouse fire
W:Upon his knee a pretty wench
W:And on the table a jug of punch
W:Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley
W:Upon his knee a pretty wench
W:And on the table a jug of punch
W:
W:Let the doctors come with all their art
W:They'll make no impression upon my heart
W:Even a cripple forgets his hunch
W:When he's snug outside of a jug of punch
W:Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley
W:Even a cripple forgets his hunch
W:When he's snug outside of a jug of punch
W:
W:Well if I get drunk, sure the money's me own
W:And them don't like me they can leave me alone
W:I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow
W:And I'll be welcome wherever I go
W:Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley
W:I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow
W:And I'll be welcome wherever I go
W:
W:And when I'm dead and in my grave
W:No costly tombstone shall I crave
W:Just lay me down in my native peat
W:With a jug of punch at my head and feet
W:Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley, too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra ley
W:Just lay me down in my native peat
W:With a jug of punch at my head and feet

X:87
T:Eighteen Years Old
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-87
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=140
K:Dmix
(D2 E2) G2 | A3 B A2 | (A2 G2) A2 | c4 c2 | B2 A2 B2 | A2 (G2 E2) | D4 C2 | D6- | D4
A2 | d4 d2 | e4 d2 | (c3 B c2) | E4 F2 | G4 A2 | (c2 B2) A2 | d6- | d4
AA | d4 d2 | e4 d2 | (c3 B c2) | E2 E2 F2 | G4 A2 | (c3 B) A2 | d6- | d2
E2 G2 | (A3 B) A2 | (A2 G2) A2 | (c3 d e2) | d2 c2 d2 | (A2 G2) E2 | D4 C2 | D4 ||
W:I am eighteen years old today, mama, and I'm longing to be wed.
W:So buy for me a young man to comfort me, she said,
W:you must buy for me a young man who will be with me all night,
W:and I'll roll him in my ar-ms, and he'll be my heart's delight.
W:
W:Ah, hold your tongue, dear daughter then, or your folds I will pull down.
W:Your silks and satins I will pull down, you must wear your morning gown.
W:I'll send you to the meadow for to rake and mow the hay
W:with your pike and shaft all in your hands you must earn your drink and tae.
W:
W:Ah, hold your tongue, dear daughter then, I was forty before I wed,
W:although it was late, I thought it no weight to carry my maidenhead.
W:That may be the way with you, mama, but it isn't the way with me,
W:for I'm young and airy, light and crazy and married I long to be.
W:
W:Ah, hold your tongue, dear daughter then, and I'll buy for you a man.
W:A man for me? Oh, mother, she said, you must hasten, you must and can.
W:The sooner the better, oh mother, she said, you must hasten a man to me
W:for I'm young and airy, light and crazy and married I long to be.

X:88
T:Rambling Irishman
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-88
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
K:G
(GE) | D2(DE) G2G2 | (AG)(AB) Hd2(eB) | d2(BA) (GE)(DE) | (G3D) (ED)
(DE) | D2DE G2G2 | (AG)(AB) Hd2eB | d2(BA)(GE)(DE) | (G3F) HG2
(GB) | d2d2 (ed)(de) | dd2B HA2(GB) | d2d2 (ed)(de) | (d3B) A2
GB | d2d2 (ed)(de) | d2(dB) A3G | A2(AB) (dB)(AB) | (G3D) (ED) ||
(DE) | D2DE G4 | (AG)AB d2(eB) | d2BA (GE)DE | (G3F) HG2 ||
W:I am a rambling Irishman, in Ulster I was bor-n
W:And many's the happy hour I spent on the banks of sweet Lough Erne
W:But to live poor I could not endure like others of my station
W:To Amerikay I sailed away and left this Irish nation
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Right tan-tin-a-na, tan-tin-a-na
W:Right tan-tin-a-noor-ah-na-nandy
W:
W:The night before I sailed away, I spent it with my darling
W:From three o'clock in the afternoon 'til the break of day next morning
W:But when that we were going to part, we linked in each others' arms
W:And you may be sure, and very sure, it wounded both our charms
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:The very first night I slept on board I dreamt about my Nancy
W:I dreamt I held her in my arms, and well she pleased my fancy
W:But when I awoke out of my dream and found my bosom empty
W:Well, you may be sure, and very sure, that I lay discontented
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:When we arrived at the other side we were both stout and healthy
W:We cast our anchor in the bay going down to Philadelphey
W:So let every lad link with his lass, blue jacket and white trousers
W:And let every lass link with her lad, blue petticoats and white flounces
W:
W:Chorus

X:89
T:Flower of Sweet Strabane, The
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-89
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:Bdor
(CE) | F4 F2 | (F2 E2) F2 | (A2 G2) A2 | A,4 B,2 | C2 (E2 C2) | B,4 B,2 | B,6- | B,4
EC | B,4 C2 | E3 (F A2) | B6 | A4 (Bc) | B4 A2 | (F2 E2) F2 | A6- | A4
EC | B,4 C2 | (E3 F) A2 | B4 B2 | A4 (Bc) | B4 A2 | (F2 E2) F2 | A6- |
E2 F2 A2 | B4 A2 | (F2 E2) F2 | A6 | A,4 B,2 | C2 E2 C2 | B,4 B,2 | B,6- | B,4 ||
W:If I was King of Erin's isle, had all things at my will
W:I would roam throughout creation, new comforts to find still
W:And the comfort I would seek the most, you well might understand
W:Would be to gain lovely Martha, the flower of sweet Strabane
W:
W:Her cheeks they are like the roses red, and her eyes are a lovely brown
W:And over her lily-white shoulders, her hair comes tumbling down
W:She is one of the fairest creatures, and famous is her clan
W:And my heart is fairly captured by the flower of sweet Strabane
W:
W:And if I had you Martha, way down in Inishowen
W:Or in some lonesome valley in the wild woods of Tyrone
W:I would use my whole endeavour, I would strive to work my plan
W:For to gain my prize and feat my eyes on the flower of sweet Strabane

X:90
T:Carrickfergus
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-90
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:C
c2 c2B2 | (A2 D6- | D2) (DE) F2G2 | (E3 D) C4- | C2
C2 D2 E2 | (F4 A,4- | A,2) A,2 B,3 C | C8- | C2 :|
GG G2 G2 | c8- | c2cd ed2c | d3B G4- | G2
G2 G2 G2 | (c3d) e4- | e2c2 f3e | d8- | d2
c2 c3B | A4 D4- | D2 (DE) F2 G2 | (E3D) C4- | C2
C2 DDE2 | F4 A,4- | A,2 A,A, B,3 C | C8- | C2 ||
W:I wish I was in Carrickfergus,
W:only for nights in Ballygrand
W:I would swim over the deepest ocean,
W:the deepest ocean for my love to find
W:But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over,
W:and neither have I the wings to fly
W:If I could find me a handsome boatman,
W:to ferry me over to my love and die
W:
W:My childhood days bring back sad reflections,
W:of happy times spent so long ago
W:My childhood friends and my own relations
W:have all passed on now like melting snow
W:But I'll spend my days in endless roaming,
W:soft is the grass, my bed is free
W:Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus
W:on that long road down to the sea
W:
W:Now in Kilkenny it is reported,
W:on marble stone there as black as ink
W:With gold and silver I would support her,
W:but I'll sing no more now til I get a drink
W:Cause I'm drunk today and I'm seldom sober,
W:a handsome rover from town to town
W:Ah but I'm sick now my days are numbered,
W:come all me young men and lay me down

X:91
T:There Was A Maid In Her Father's Garden
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-91
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=60
K:Edor
(B,>D) | E>F E2 EF | AB dHe
(ed) | B>A B2 AF | E>F D2
(B,>D) | E>F E2 EF | AB dHe
ed | B>A BB AF | ED E2 ||
W:There was a maid in her father's garden
W:a gentleman, being passing by
W:He stood a while and he gazed upon her
W:Saying: "Fair young lady, will you marry me?"
W:
W:"I'm not a lady, but a poor girl
W:And a poor girl of low degree
W:So now, young man, choose another sweetheart
W:For I'm not fitting your maid to be."
W:
W:"I have houses and I have lands
W:and I have money to set you free.
W:I'll make you a nice young lady
W:And you'll have servants to wait on thee."
W:
W:"It's seven years since I had a sweetheart
W:And seven more since I did him see
W:Seven more I will wait upon him
W:And if he's alive, he'll come home to me."
W:
W:"It's seven years since you had a sweetheart
W:And seven more since you did him see
W:Seven more you will wait upon him
W:Perhaps this young man you'll never see."
W:
W:If he's sick, I wish him better
W:And if he's dead, I wish him rest
W:If he's alive, he will come home to me
W:For he's the young man that I love best."
W:
W:He put his hand into his pocket
W:His lily-white fingers, being thin and small
W:And out between them he drew a gold ring
W:And when she saw it, down she did fall
W:
W:He took her up all in his arms
W:And gave her kisses most tenderly
W:Saying, "I'm your true love, a single sailor
W:that came home from sea, love, to wed with thee"
W:
W:"If you're my true love, a single sailor
W:Your face and features, seem strange to me
W:But seven years make great alterations
W:On the raging seas between you and me."

X:92
T:Banks of the Lee, The
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-92
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=50
K:Ddor
(E/G/) | A2 AG | AD2 (E/F/) | (G>A) GE | DC2
(A/c/) | (d>e) dc | AG2 E | ED EG | A3
(E/G/) | (A>c) AG | (AD2) (E/F/) | (G>A) GE | DC2
A/c/ | (d>e) dc | AG2 E/E/ | E2 DC | D3 ||
W:When two lovers meet down beside the green bower
W:When two lovers meet down beneath the green tree
W:When Mary, fond Mary, declared to her lover
W:"You have stolen my poor heart by the banks of the Lee"
W:
W:Chorus:
W:I loved her very dearly, so truly and sincerely
W:There was no one in this wide world I loved better than she
W:Every bush and every bower, every wild Irish flower
W:Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee
W:
W:"Don't stay out too late, love, on the moorlands, my Mary
W:Don't stay out too late, love, on the moorlands for me"
W:But it's little was my notion, when we parted by the ocean
W:That we were forever parted by the banks of the Lee
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:I will pull my love some roses, some wild Irish roses
W:I will pull my love some roses, the fairest that ever grew
W:And I'll lay them on the grave of my own true lovely Mary
W:On that cold and silent churchyard where she sleeps 'neath the dew
W:
W:Chorus

X:93
T:Banks of Sullane, The
R:song
H:See also The Pretty Girl Milking Her Cow, air#25
Z:id:hn-song-93
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=90
K:Ddor
DE | F2 c2 DD | E2 D2 E2 | D2 C4- | C4 CD | E2 D2 A,2 | C2 D2 C2 | D6- | D4
DE | F2 c2 D2 | E2 D2 E2 | D2 C4- | C4 (CD) | E2 D2 A,2 | C2 D2 C2 | D6- | D4
DE | F2 G2 A2 | c2 d2 e2 | d2 c4- | c4 DE | F2 G2 A2 | c2 d2 e2 | d6- | d4
fe | d2 c2 GG | A2 D2 E2 | D2 C4- | C4 (CD) | E2 D2 A,2 | C2 D2 C2 | D6- | D4 ||
W:It was early on a bright summer's morning, as I strayed by the banks of Sullane
W:For to gaze on the beauties of nature, as grace every woodland and lawn
W:Oh the prospect was surely enchanting, as gay lassies in juvenile bloom
W:Promenaded by the banks of that river, that flows by the town of Macroom
W:
W:I being airy and fond of recreation, to the river I ventured to rove
W:'Til weary of my ramblings and rovings, I sat myself down by a grove
W:I sat there a while meditating, 'til the sun her bright rays had withdrawn
W:And a damsel of queenly appearance, came down by the banks of Sullane
W:
W:I arose with great joy and emotion, and accosted this damsel so fair
W:She appeared unto me like Venus, all adorned with jewels most rare
W:Were I ruler of France or of Prussia, it's with me you'd soon wear the crown
W:And I'd join you in wedlock my darling, you're the beauty of sweet Massey town
W:
W:We walked and we talked on together, inhaling the sweet pleasant air
W:Until in a voice most alarmed, she said: "See my father goes there"
W:His presence to me was appalling, with his cross angry looks and his frown
W:Which pierced through my heart like an arrow, on my way back to sweet Massey town
W:
W:And its now I've retired from my roving, with a heart full of sorrow and grief
W:There is no one on earth can console me, or give me one moment's relief
W:I will roam through the African Desert, until death summons me to my tomb
W:For the sake of that charming fair Helen, that I met near the town of Macroom

X:94
T:C\'unla
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-94
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=120
K:Dmix
FED F2G | Add cAG |
ABA A2G | FGF FED |
FED F2G | Add cAG |
FAA G2E | D3 D3 ||
d2e f2d | eed cAG |
A2A A2G | FGF FED |
d2e f2d | eed cAG |
FAA GE^C | D3 D3 ||
W:Who is that there now knocking the door to me
W:Who is that there now knocking the door to me
W:Who is that there now knocking the door to me
W:Only meself says C\'unla
W:
W:Chorus:
W:C\'unla dear don't come any nearer me
W:C\'unla dear don't come any nearer me
W:C\'unla dear don't come any nearer me
W:Maybe I shouldn't says C\'unla
W:
W:Who is that there now tapping the window pane
W:Who is that there now tapping the window pane
W:Who is that there now tapping the window pane
W:Only meself says C\'unla
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Who's that there now climbing the stairs to me
W:Who's that there now climbing the stairs to me
W:Who's that there now climbing the stairs to me
W:Only meself says C\'unla
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Who's that there now pulling the blankets down
W:Who's that there now pulling the blankets down
W:Who's that there now pulling the blankets down
W:Only meself says C\'unla
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Who is that there now tickling the toes of me
W:Who is that there now tickling the toes of me
W:Who is that there now tickling the toes of me
W:Only meself says C\'unla
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Who is that there now tickling the thighs of me
W:Who is that there now tickling the thighs of me
W:Who is that there now tickling the thighs of me
W:Only meself says C\'unla
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Who is that there that's raking the fire for me
W:Who is that there that's raking the fire for me
W:Who is that there that's raking the fire for me
W:Only meself says C\'unla 
W:
W:Chorus

X:95
T:Rare Old Mountain Dew
R:song
C:Samuel Lover (1797-1868)
Z:id:hn-song-95
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:D
A/A/ | BA FD/D/ | ED B,A,/B,/ | DF ED | A3
A | BA/A/ FD/D/ | ED B,A, | DF EE | D3
A | BA DA | BA D2 | BA/A/ FD | B,3
A | BA/A/ FD/D/ | ED B,A,/B,/ | DF EE | D3 ||
A/A/ | B/c/B/A/ FD/D/ | E/F/E/D/ B,A,/B,/ | DF ED | A3
A/A/ | B/c/B/A/ FD/D/ | E/F/E/D/ B,A,/B,/ | DF E/D/E | D3 ||
W:Let the grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy way
W:But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay
W:Come gaugers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
W:We'll give them a slip as we'll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew.
W:
W:Chorus (lilted)
W:
W:There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill where the smoke curls up to the sky
W:By the whiff of the smell you can plainly tell there is poteen, boys, close by!
W:Oh, it fills the air with a perfume rare and betwixt both me and you
W:As home we roll we'll take a bowl or a bucket-full of mountain dew.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Now learned men that use the pen have writ the praises high
W:Of the sweet poteen from Ireland green distilled from wheat and rye.
W:Away with your pills, it'll cure all ills - be you pagan, Christian or Jew
W:So take off your coat and grease your throat with the rare old mountain dew.
W:
W:Chorus

X:96
T:Si\'uil a R\'un
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-96
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=90
K:Edor
(GA) | (B3 A)(GB) | A4 (DE) | E2 (E2 D2) | E4
(EF) | G4 E2 | d4 B2 | (A3 G) (EB,) | D4
(B,D) | E4 (EF) | G4 (AG) | E4 (ED) | E4
GA | (B3 A)(GB) | (A3 G)(ED) | E6 ||
(B3 A G2) | (A3 GED) | E2 (E2 D2) | E6 |
G4 E2 | d d3 BB | A4 G2 | F6 |
E4 F2 | G G3 AG | E (E3 D2) | E4
GA | (B3 A)(GB) | (A3 G)(ED) | E6 ||
W:I wish I was on yonder hill
W:'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
W:And every tear would turn a mill 	 
W:Is go dt\'e t\'u mo mh\'uirn\'in sl\'an
W:  	 
W:Chorus:
W:Si\'uil, si\'uil, si\'uil a r\'un
W:Si\'uil go sochair agus si\'uil go ci\'uin
W:Si\'uil go doras agus \'ealaigh liom
W:Is go dt\'e t\'u mo mh\'uirn\'in sl\'an
W:  	 
W:Chorus
W:  	
W:I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel
W:I'll sell my only spinning wheel
W:To buy my love a sword of steel 	 
W:Is go dt\'e t\'u mo mh\'uirn\'in sl\'an
W:  	 
W:Chorus
W:  	 
W:I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red
W:And around the world I'll beg for bread
W:Until my parents they do wish me dead 	 
W:Is go dt\'e t\'u mo mh\'uirn\'in sl\'an
W:  	 
W:Chorus
W:  	 
W:I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
W:I wish I had my heart again
W:And vainly think I'd not complain 	 
W:Is go dt\'e t\'u mo mh\'uirn\'in sl\'an
W:  	 
W:Chorus
W:  	 
W:But now my love has gone to France
W:To seek his fortune to advance
W:If he returns, 'tis but a chance 	 
W:Is go dt\'e t\'u mo mh\'uirn\'in sl\'an
W:  	 
W:Chorus
W:
W:Translation of chorus:
W:Go, go, go, my love
W:Go quietly and go softly
W:Go to the door and flee with me
W:And may you go safely, my dear

X:97
T:Gentleman Soldier, The
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-97
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=120
K:G
B | B2B DDE | G2A (B2G) | A2A G2F | G3- G3 |
B2D DDE | G2A B2G | A2A G2F | G3- G2
A | B2B B2G | A2A B2A | G2G GFE | D3- D2
d | d2D DDD | G2A B2G | AAA G2F | G3 ||
G2A | B2B B2G | AAA BBA | G2G GFE | D3- D3 |
d2D D3 | GGA B2B | A2A AGF | G3- G2 ||
W:It's of a gentleman soldier, as sentry he did stand
W:He saluted a fair maid by a waving of his hand
W:So boldly then he kissed her, and he passed it off as a joke
W:He drilled her up in the sentry box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak
W:
W:Chorus:
W:And the drums they go a rat-a-ta-tat, and the fifes they loudly play
W:"Fare thee well, Polly my dear, I must be going away"
W:
W:All night they tossed and tumbled, till daylight did appear
W:The soldier rose, put on his clothes, saying, "Fare ye well my dear
W:For the drums they are a-beating and the fifes they sweetly play
W:If it weren't for that Polly my dear, with you I'd gladly stay"
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Now come you gentleman soldier, won't you marry me?
W:Oh no, my dearest Polly, such things can never be
W:For I've a wife already, and children I have three
W:Two wives are allowed in the army, but one's too many for me
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:If anyone comes a-courting you, you can treat them to a glass
W:If anyone comes a courting you, you can say you're a country lass
W:You don't have to tell them, that ever you played this joke
W:That you were drilled in a sentry box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Oh come ye gentleman soldier, why didn't you tell me so?
W:My parents will be angry when this they come to know
W:And when nine long months had come and passed, this poor girl she brought shame
W:She had a little militia boy and she didn't know his name
W:
W:Chorus

X:98
T:Raggle Taggle Gypsy, The
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-98
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
K:Ddor
A/G/ | FE D/D/A/G/ | FE D2 |
dd e>d | cA A>
B | cc dA/B/ | c/B/(A/G/) F
D/E/ | F/E/F/G/ A/c/A/G/ | FE D ||
W:There were three old gypsies came to our hall door
W:They came brave and boldly-o
W:The one sang high and the other sang low
W:And the other sang the raggle taggle gypsy-o
W:
W:It was upstairs, downstairs the lady went
W:Put on her suit of leather-o
W:There was a cry all around her door:
W:"She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"
W:
W:It was late that night when the lord came in
W:Enquiring for his lady-o
W:And the servant girl's reply to him was:
W:"She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"
W:
W:"Then saddle for me my milk-white steed
W:my big horse is not speedy-o
W:And I will ride and I'll seek my bride
W:She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"
W:
W:Now he rode east and he rode west
W:He rode north and south also
W:Until he came to a wide open plain
W:It was there that he spied his lady-o
W:
W:"And why did you leave your house and your land?
W:Why did you leave your money-o?
W:And why did you leave your only wedded lord
W:All for the raggle taggle gypsy-o?"
W:
W:"And what do I care for my house and my land?
W:What do I care for money-o?
W:What do I care for my only wedded lord
W:I'm away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o!"
W:
W:"It was there last night you'd a goose feather bed
W:With blankets drawn so comely-o?
W:But tonight you lie in a wide open field
W:In the arms of a raggle taggle gypsy-o?"
W:
W:"And what do I care for my goose feather bed
W:With blankets drawn so comely-o?
W:Tonight I lie in a wide open field
W:In the arms of a raggle taggle gypsy-o"
W:
W:"For you rode east when I rode west,
W:You rode high and I rode low.
W:I'd rather have a kiss of the yellow gypsy's lips
W:Than you and all your money-o"

X:99
T:Sam Hall
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-99
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=70
K:G
GA | B>A (B/A/)G | E2 DE | G2 AB | A2
GA | B>A (B/A/)G | E2 DE | G4- | G2
AB | c>B cd | e3 e | dB AG | A2
GA | B>A (B/A/)G | E2 DE | G2 AB | A2
GA | B>A (B/A/)G | E2 DE | G4- | G2 ||
W:Now me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep
W:Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep
W:Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, and I've robbed both great and small
W:And me neck will pay for all, when I die, when I die
W:And me neck will pay for all, when I die.
W:
W:I have twenty pounds in store, that's not all, that's not all
W:I have twenty pounds in store, that's not all
W:I have twenty pounds in store, and I'll rob for twenty more
W:For the rich must help the poor, so must I, so must I
W:For the rich must help the poor, so must I.
W:
W:Oh, they took me to Coote Hill in a cart, in a cart
W:Oh, they took me to Coote Hill in a cart
W:Oh, they took me to Coote Hill, I was asked to write my will
W:Saying the best of friends must part, so must I, so must I
W:Saying the best of friends must part, so must I.
W:
W:Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke, that's no joke
W:Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke
W:Up the ladder I did grope, and the hangman pulled the rope
W:And ne'er a word I spoke, tumblin' down, tumblin' down
W:And ne'er a word I spoke, tumblin' down.
W:
W:Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep
W:Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep
W:Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, and I hate yous one and all
W:You're a bunch of muggers all, damn your eyes, damn your eyes
W:You're a bunch of muggers all, damn your eyes.

X:100
T:Lakes of Pontchartrain, The
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-100
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=130
K:D
A,2 | D4 B2 | A4 B2 | (F2 E2 A2) | F4 E2 | D2 B,2 C2 | D4 C2 | D6- | D4
AA | A4 F2 | (A2 B2) c2 | d2 d4 | c4 B2 | A4 F2 | (F2 G2) A2 | B6- | B4
A2 | A4 F2 | (A2 B2) c2 | d6 | c4 B2 | A4 F2 | (F2 G2) A2 | B6- | B4
A2 | D4 B2 | A4 B2 | (F2 E2) A2 | F4 E2 | (D2 B,2) C2 | D4 C2 | D6- | D4 ||
W:'Twas on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
W:And I took the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew
W:I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain
W:Which filled my heart with longing for the Lakes of Pontchartain.
W:
W:I stepped on board a railroad car beneath the morning sun
W:And I rode the roads till evening and I laid me down again
W:All strangers there, no friends to me till a dark girl towards me came
W:And I fell in love with a Creole girl by the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
W:
W:I said "My pretty Creole girl, my money here's no good
W:If it weren't for the alligators I'd sleep out in the wood"
W:"You're welcome here kind stranger, our house it is very plain
W:But we never turn a stranger out by the Lakes of Pontchartrain."
W:
W:She took me to her mammy's house and she treated me right well
W:The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell
W:To try and paint her beauty I'm sure it would be in vain
W:So handsome was my Creole girl by the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
W:
W:I asked her if she'd marry me, she'd said that could never be
W:For she had got another and he was far at sea
W:She said that she would wait for him and true she would remain
W:Till he returned for his Creole girl by the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
W:
W:So fare thee well my bonny wee girl, I never shall see you more
W:But I'll ne'er forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore
W:And at each social gathering a flowing glass I'll raise
W:And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl by the Lakes of Pontchartrain.