ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN, THE

Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many a year

I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer

Now I'm returning with gold in great store

And I swear that I'll play the wild rover no more

Chorus:

And it no, nay, never

(clap hands four times)

No, nay, never, No more

Will I play the wild rover

No, never, no more

I went into an ale house that I used to frequent

And I told the lady my money was spent

I asked her for credit and she answered me nay

Such a custom as yours I can get day

Chorus

And out of my pocket and pulled sovereigns bright

The landlady's eyes opened wide with delight

She said I have whiskey and wines of the best

And the words that I said were only in jest

Chorus

I've been a wild rover for many a year

I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer

Now I'm returning with gold in great store

And I swear that I'll play the wild rover no more

GREENSLEEVES

(poss. Henry VIII of England, 1500's.)

Alas my love, you do me wrong

To cast me off discourteously,

And I have loved you so long,

Delighting in your company.

CHORUS: Greensleeves was all my joy,

Greensleeves was my delight;

Greensleeves was my heart of gold,

And who but Lady Greensleeves?

I have been ready at your hand,

To grant whatever you would crave;

I have both waged life and land,

Your love and good will for to have.

I bought thee kerchiefs for thy head,

That were wrought fine and gallantly;

I kept thee both at board and bed,

Which cost my purse well favoredly.

Jolly Miller

There was a jolly miller once

Liv'd on the river Dee

He work'd and sang from morn till night,

No lark more blithe than he

And this the burden of his song

For ever used to be

"I care for nobody, no, not I,

If nobody cares for me.

"I live by my mill, she is to me

Like kindred, child, and wife.

I would not change my own degree

So other many in life.

This song shall pass from me to thee

And happy we will be,

I care for nobody, no, not I,

If nobody cares for me."

Lullaby

The twilight come and stars will be

In magic sky it's shine for me

Around stand the sleeping trees

I take your hand and song will sing

About Moon and big strong wind

That magic mist spin round me

And diamond light from darkest deep

My soul is fire - your eyes is sleep

I can tell the story from the glory our forefathers

Dreams will flying - never dying my soul is come to you

She's immortality

I give my soul for you

If you don't sleep and stars will be

In magic sky it's shine for me...

Zombie

Another head hangs lowly

Child is slowly taken

And the violence caused such silence

Who are we mistaken

But You see it`s not me,

It s not my family

In your head,in your

Head they are fighting

With their tanks, and their bombs

And their bombs, and their guns

In your head,

In your head they are cryin`

In your head

Zombie

What`s in your head, in your head

Zombie

Another mother`s breakin`

Heart is taking over

When the violence causes silence

We must be mistaken

It`s the same old theme since 1916

In your head,

In your head they`re still fightin`

With their tanks

In your head they are dying

In your head, in your head

Zombie

What`s in your head, in your head

Zombie

ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN, THE

In the merry month of June from my home I started

Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken-hearted

Saluted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother

Drank a pint of beer my grief and tears to smother

Then off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born

I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin,

In a bran'new pair of brogues I rattled o'er the bogs

And frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin,

cho: One, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her

Down the rocky roaad, and all the ways to Dublin

Whack fol-lol-de-ra.

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,

Started by daylight next morning light and airy,

Took a drop of the pure, to keep my heart from sinking,

That's an frishman's cure, whene'er he's on for drinking,

To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while,

At my curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubbling,

They ax'd if I was hired, the wages I required,

Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.

Shane O'Neil

Old Tyrone’s hills were summer green,

Unconquered still by Tudor queen,

MacDonnell bad brave Shane to come,

And greeted him with pipe and drum

Laughter in the banquet hall,

The minstrels sang the braves of old,

The wine-cup circled ‘round the room,

As Shane O’Neill, he neared his doom.

Ref.: Shane, Shane, Shane O’Neill,

Strong as oak,

True as steel,

No queen of all could make you kneel

Ulster’s prince was Shane O’Neill.

Darkness came along the glen,

The shadows hid MacDonnell’s men.

With drawn swords they stood around

And stabbed O’Neill onto the ground.

Summer comes, along glen dump ,

The sea is bright with morning sun,

And on a hill are cairn guns bare,

And Shane O’Neill lies ever there.

Ref.

Big Strong Man

Have you heard about the big strong man

He lived in a caravan

Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight

Oh lord what a hell of a fight

You can take all the heavyweights you got (Cause you got!)

You got a lad that can beat the whole lot (Whole lot!)

He use to play all the bells in the belfry,

Now he's going to fight Jack Dempsey.

Chorus:

Thats my brother Sylvest (What's he got?)

He's got a row of fourty medals on his chest (Big chest!)

He killed fifty capmen in the West,

He knows no rest, kind of the man, hellfire

Don't push, don't shove, plenty of room for you and me

He's got an arm like a leg,

And a fist that would sink a battle ship (Big ship!)

Takes all the Army and the Navy

To put the wind up Sylvest

He thought he'd take a trip to Italy

He thought that he'd go by sea,

He dived off the harbor at New York

And he swam like a man from cork

He saw the Lusitania in distress (What did he do?)

Put the big ship Lusitania on his chest (Big chest!)

He drank all the water in the sea

And he walked all the way to Italy.

Repeat Chorus

He thought he'd take a trip to old Japan.

They brought out the whole brass band.

He played every instrument they got

what a lad he played the whole lot.

The old church bell will ring (will ring)

The old Church choir did sing. (will sing)

They all turned out to wish him best

My big brother, Sylvest.

Repeat Chorus

Yeah, thats my brother Sylvest

He's got a row of fourty medals on his chest (Big chest!)

He killed fifty capmen in the West,

He knows no rest, kind of the man, hellfire

Don't push, don't shove, plenty of room for you and me

Date: 2015-12-17; view: 820