(Robert Burns)
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chorus:
The Campbell's are comin, Oho! Oho!
The Campbell's are comin, Oho! Oho!
The Campbell's are comin to bonnie Lochleven,
The Campbell's are comin Oho! Oho!
Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay,
Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay,
I looked down to bonnie Lochleven,
And saw three bonnie perches play
Great Argyle he goes before,
He makes his cannons and guns to roar,
Wi' sound o trumpet, pipe and drum
The Campbell's are comin Oho, Oho!
The Campbell's they are a'in arms
Their loyal faith and truth to show,
Wi banners rattling in the wind
The Campbell's are comin Oho, Oho!
recorded by De Dannan, Noel McLoughlin and
many, many others.
Midi and sheet music
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G Am D
G Em
I wish I was in Carrickfergus,
Am D C G
Only for nights in Ballygran
Am D G Em
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
Am D C G
Only for nights in Ballygran, *
G D
But the sea is wide and I cannot cross over
Em C D
And neither have I the wings to fly
Am D G
I wish I could meet a handsome boatsman
Em Am D C G
To ferry me over, my love to find **
My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy times I spent so long ago,
My boyhood friends and my own relations
Have all passed on now like melting snow.
But I'll spend my days in endless roaming,
Soft is the grass, my bed is free.
Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus,
On that long road down to the sea.
But in Kilkenny, it is reported,
On marble stones they're as black as ink
With gold and silver I would support her,
But I'll sing no more 'till I get a drink.
For I'm drunk today, and I'm seldom sober,
A handsome rover from town to town,
Ah, but I'm sick now, my days are numbered,
Come all you young men and lay me down.
* or: The deepest ocean for my love to find.
** or: ...to my love and die.
(NOTE: the middle verse is omitted in most versions)
The Castle of
Dromored
Irish Air
recorded on Bok, Trickett, and Muir Ways of
Man\plain
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October winds lament around the castle of
Dromore
Yet peace is in her lofty halls, my loving
treasure store
Though autumn leaves may droop and die, a bud of
spring are you
Sing hushabye loo, low loo, low lan
Hushabye loo, low loo
Dread spirits all of black water, Clan Owen's
wild banshee
Bring no ill wind to him nor us, my helpless babe
and me
And Holy Mary pitying us to Heaven for grace doth
sue
Take time to thrive, my ray of hope, in the
garden of Dromore
Take heed, young eaglet, till thy wings are
feathered fit to soar
A little rest and then the world is full of work
to do
A little rest and then the world is full of work
to do
By Lucillus, the Mad Poet
Tune: Do you hear what I hear?
Said the mighty horse to the little lamb:
"Do you hear what I hear?
Footsteps in the night, little lamb.
Do you hear what I hear?
A Celt! A Celt! Painted head to toe,
He has come to abuse us, I know!
Oh, why must you do this please go!"
Said the little lamb to the mighty horse;
"Do you see what I see?
Coming at us now, what a sight
Do you see what I see?
A Celt! A Celt! Painted head to toe,
He has come to abuse us, I know!
Oh, why must you do this, please go!"
Said the painted Celt to the mighty horse;
"Do you know why I'm here?
See if you can guess, stupid horse.
Do you know why I\rquote m here?
It's time again, and you have a friend,
We will make this a night to recall,
I'll not stop until I've had you all!"
Said the little lamb to the painted Celt:
' Listen to what I say!
While you do the horse, mighty Celt.
Listen to what I say!
Please spare my ass, There's no need to harass,
Can't you be just satisfied with him?
Oh please don' t cave my bottom in!\rdblquote
Said the painted Celt to the little lamb;
\ldblquote Listen to me well now!
I"ll tell you what I' ll do foolish lamb.
Listen to me well now!
One's not enough! It won't be so tough,
You might even enjoy what I do.
Why have one when I can have you too!
Said the mighty horse to the smelly Celt:
"Well, I hope you\rquote re done now!
With your act so foul, smelly Celt!
Well I hope you're done now!
Please spare the lamb, don't you give a damn?
You might hurt the poor little thing!
I thank God your friend you didn't bring "
Said the tired Celt to the horse and lamb:
Won't you quit your whining?
Take it like you should, silly beasts!
Won't you quit your whining?
We had a blast! And I got some ass,
It's much better than sex with my wife!
And you don't even threaten my life!
BY BALDWIN OF EREBOR
CHORUS:
THE CHAMPION HE IS BRAVE CHORUS: THE CHAMPION HE
IS BRAVE
AND THE CHAMPION HE IS BOLD
HE FIGHTS FOR THE LADY'S HONOR
AND NEVER FOR THE GOLD
HE ASKS NOT THE LADY FOR HER HAND,
FOR HE COULD NOT BE SO BOLD.
THAT'S NOT THE WAY OF THE CHAMPION
OR SO I'VE BEEN TOLD.
THE CHAMPION FIGHTS FOR THE LADY,
FOR THAT'S HIS ONLY WAY.
HE ASKS NOT FOR THE LADY'S LOVE,
JUST THAT SHE WILL SMILE THAT WAY.
BUT DEEP INSIDE HIS LONELY HEART
HE PREYS ON DAY BY DAY,
THAT THE LADY LOVES HIM AS HE LOVES SHE
AND BIDS THE CHAMPION STAY.
BUT THE CHAMPION KNOWS AS HE TURNS TO GREY
THERE'LL BE A YOUNGER MAN,
WHO WILL ENTER IN THE LADY'S LIFE
AND ASK HER FOR HER HAND.
SHE'LL ASK THE CHAMPION, "MY FRIEND,
WOULD YOU MIND IF I WED THIS MAN?"
HE'LL AVERT HIS EYES AND SAY "YOUR HAPPINESS
IS ALL I CAN DEMAND."
SO THE CHAMPION STANDS OFF TO THE SIDE
HE NEVER SAYS A WORD,
AND THOUGH HE LOVES THE LADY SO
HIS HEART IS NEVER HEARD.
SO THE CHAMPION RESIGNS HIMSELF
TO A LOVE WHICH CAN'T BE CURED
AS THE LADY TAKES HERSELF A LORD,
THE CHAMPION'S EYES ARE BLURRED.
(Traditional)
From the Folksinger's Wordbook
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I went into the chandlers shop, some candles
for to buy
I looked around the chandlers shop, but none did I
spy
I was disappointed, so some angry words I said;
Then I heard the sound of a (knock, knock, knock)
up above my head
Oh, I heard the sound of a (knock, knock, knock)
Up above my head
Well I was slick, and I was quick, and up the
stairs I sped,
And quite suprised was I to find the chandlers
wife in bed
And with her was a gentleman of quite enormous
size
and they were having a (knock, knock, knock)
Right before my eyes
Yes they were having a (knock, knock, knock)
Right before my eyes
When the fun was over and done, and the lady
raised her head
Quite surprised was she to find me standing by her
bed
"If you will be discreet my lad, if you will
be so kind
You too can come up for some (knock, knock, knock)
Whenever you feel inclined
Yes, you too can come up for some (knock, knock,
knock)
Whenever you feel inclined"
So many a night and many a day, when the
chandler wasn't home
To get myself some candles, to the chandlers shop
I'd roam
But nary a one she gave me, she'd give to me
instead
Just a little bit more of that (knock, knock,
knock)
To light my way to bed
Just a little bit more of that (knock, knock,
knock)
To light my way to bed
Now al you married men take heed, if ever you
go to town
If you must leave your wife at home, e sure to tie
her down
Or if you be so kind to her, just set her down
there on the floor
And give her so much of that (knock, knock, knock)
She doesn't want any more
Just give her so much of that (knock, knock,
knock)
She doesn't want any more
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Modern Traditional
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(Male Voice)
Pray gentile maiden, may I be your lover?
Condemn me no longer to wail and to weep
Cut like a heart, I lie wounded and fainting
Let down the drawbridge, I'll enter your Keep
Enter You Nonny, Nonny
Enter your Keep
(Female Voice)
Alas Sir I cannot, I am not a maiden
Married I am to a cunning old Celt
He's off to the wars for 12 month or longer
He has my Key, Nonny, Nonny
Oh, Woe is Me, Nonny, Nonny
He has the Key to my Chastity Belt
(Male Voice)
Fear not Gentle Maiden, for I know a Blacksmith
Let us go then and knock on his door
(Knock, Knock)
Availing ourselves of his specialized knowledge
We'll see if he is able to unpick your lock
Unpick your lock Nonny, Nonny
Unpick your lock Nonny, Nonny
See if he's able to unpick your lock
(Blacksmith)
Alas Sir, and Ma'am, to help I'm unable
My technical knowledge is of no avail
I cannot find the secret of its combination
The cunning old bastard has fitted a Yale
Fitted a Yale Nonny, Nonny
Fitted a Yale
(Neutral Voice)
Then up came the page with news of disaster
Your lordship is no longer with us, he cried
As we were passing the Straights of Gibraltar
Your lord... And your Key... They went... Over...
The side
Over the side Nonny, Nonny
Over the side Nonny, Nonny
(Female Voice) (Squeak) I do not care about him, I
WANT MY KEY
(Neutral Voice)
Alas cried the maid I am locked up forever
Then up stepped the Blacksmith and said he with
glee
(Blacksmith)
'Twas I forged your belt, I made the key also
And as a precaution, I have made copies three
One for your lord, and one for the High Priest
But only one works, and that is kept for me
Copies made three Nonny, Nonny
I have your Key Nonny, Nonny
Only one works, and that I kept for me....
Come Free, Damned Chastity Belt
(to the tune of -Take a guess!)
-By the Odd Celts of St. Golias
CHORUS:
Come free, damned chastity belt
Keepin' me from where I wanna go
Come free, damned chastity belt
Quick before her husband comes home
I gazed at her body, an' what did I see
Keepin me from where I wanna be
That cruel contraption lookin' back at me
Where did he hide that key!
Chorus
I searched high and low for that damned key
where in the hell could it be?
I've got a hard on stiff as a tree
I've got to get that damned thing free!!
Chorus
I looked out the window and over the lea
Past the cliff out leagues three
Her husbands vessel comin' in from sea
Pretty soon I'll have to flee
Chorus
Please feel free to add and/or insert more verses
(Traditional- From Silly Wizard: Glint of Silver)
Prepare you sweet flowers, for winter advances
And drink well the sunlight that touches your form
Draw strength from the Earth, and repay her with
beauty
For the dark days are comin', oh, and they'll do
y' harm
CHORUS: When the chill eastern winds replace
summer breezes
And the long summer days are remembered no more
Then you'll know how it feels when a woman's love
changes
When at last she has told you she loves you no
more
I saw her today when she walked with her new
love
In all the fine places that we'd walked before
They kissed by the rocks where she told me she
loved me
And soon she'll be using those same words once
more
There's none that could blame me for wanting
her beauty
But it lies like a snowflake in the hands of a
child
When the warmth of my love tried to reach out and
hold her
It's then she was gone, to prove she's still wild
By Lucillus
Tune: Puff, the Magic DragonChorus
Hail to Magor's Chosen!
I hope it isn't me.
There he goes with wicked
Who will his victim be?
Although he has a lady,
At times it's not enough.
He likes to spend his manly seed
In manner rough and tough.
Girls are not his target,
Boys are what he seeks.
He likes them young and sturdy
As he pries between their cheeks.
When his need arises He won't be denied,
No pleas for mercy will he hear,
There's no place you can hide!
Chorus
First there came Arundor
Fleet of foot was he,
We chased him through the woods all night
And tied him to a tree.
Then forever after He'd watch old Magor fight,
Was he just reliving
His fond memories of that night?
Chorus
Next there was Valharic,
Such a pretty boy.
With all those dimples and cute curls
For Magor to enjoy.
Alas, he was not worthy,
He cringed and cried and moaned,
Ran screaming to his parents
When he thought he might get boned.
Chorus
Who will next be chosen?
One thing is for sure,
Another boy will be abused
As long as he endures.
Young boys must be careful
When Magor is around,
He's always looking for a fresh
Young victim he can pound!
Words and Music by Scarhart
I sing a song of Elder Days, when the world was
young;
Where men made towers, shining bright, in the
glory of the Sun.
The Sun symbolized liberty, the East Wind
whispered freedom;
All races lived in harmony on the Isle of Jomadon.
This was long before we fell from grace,
Long before we hid our faces
From the Light.
Thus it was in the First Age'we reveled in the
spirit
Of love and peace in the arms of our land.
I sing a song of Elder Days, when the world was
young;
Where men made war upon themselves, in the glory
of their strength.
The elves retreated into the woods, the dwarves
under the mountains;
The halflings fled into the hills, and the
peaceful hid behind their walls.
This was still before we fell from grace,
Still before we hid our faces
From the Light.
Thus it was in the Second age'we reveled in the
spirit;
We turned our hands to bloodshed and we stained
this Virgin Land.
I sing a song of Elder Days, when the Prince
did come
He rode the tide of a southern storm, from whence
the ill wind blew.
He raised an army of the Dead to sweep up upon
us;
Helpless, we fought in vain and died where we
stood.
It was then that we fell from grace,
Then that we hid our faces
From the Light.
The Isle cried in agony, beneath the heel of
the Conqueror;
The prince stood tall in all his glory:
Darkness would soon have everything\'85
But from the north there came the sound of
trumpets singing;
The Prince looked up and saw his doom on the faces
of the Heroes.
For at their back rode the Army of Freedom's
Alliance.
The last great ride of Elves and Men to rid their
land of his stain.
It was then that our chains were broken,
Then that we gave our hearts
To the Light.
Thus it was in the Third Age: the Prince of
Darkness came;
But the Heroes saved us from ourselves and threw
down His reign.
I sing a song of Modern Days: the future's
before us;
It's in our hands to choose the world that our
children will have
BY GWEN ZAK MOORE
TO THE TUNE OF WINDMILLS BY ALAN BELLIN THE
DAYS GONE BY, WHEN THE WORLD WAS MUCH YOUNGER,
MEN WONDERED AT SPRING, BORN OF WINTER'S COLD
KNIFE.
WONDERING AT THE GAMES OF THE MOON AND THE
SUNLIGHT
THEY SAW THERE THE LADY AND LORD OF ALL LIFE.
CHORUS
AND AROUND, AND AROUND, AND AROUND TURNS THE GOOD
EARTH,
ALL THINGS MUST CHANGE AS THE SEASONS GO BY.
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE LORD AND THE LADY
WHOSE MYSTERIES WE KNOW, YET WILL NEVER KNOW WHY,
IN ALL LANDS THE PEOPLE WERE TIED WITH THE GOOD
EARTH
PLOWING AND SOWING, AS THE SEASONS DECLARED,
WAITING TO REAP OF THE RICH GOLDEN HARVEST,
KNOWING HER LAUGH IN THE JOYS THAT THEY SHARED.
CHORUS
THROUGH FLANDERS AND WALES AND THE GREEN LANDS
OF IRELAND,
IN THE KINGDOMS OF ENGLAND AND SCOTLAND AND SPAIN;
CIRCLES GREW UP ALL ALONG THE WILD COASTLINES,
AND WORKED FOR THE LAND WITH THE SUN AND THE RAIN.
CHORUS
CIRCLES FOR HEALING AND WORKING THE WEATHER,
CIRCLES FOR KNOWING THE MOON AND THE SUN,
CIRCLES FOR THANKING THE LORD AND THE LADY,
CIRCLES FOR DANCING THE DANCE NEVER DONE.
CHORUS
AND WE WHO REACH FOR THE STARS IN THE HEAVENS,
TURNING OUR EYES FORM THE MEADOWS AND GROVES
STILL LIVE IN THE LOVE OF THE LORD AND THE LADY:
THE GREATER THE CIRCLE, THE MORE THE LOVE GROWS.
(Wallace Irwin)
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The most chivalrous fish of the ocean,
To ladies forbearing and mild,
Though his record be dark
Is the man-eating shark
Who will eat neither woman nor child.
He dines upon seamen and skippers,
And tourists his hunger assuage,
And a fresh cabin boy
Will inspire him with joy
If he's past the maturity age.
A doctor, a lawyer, a preacher,
He'll gobble one any fine day,
But the ladies, God bless 'em.
He'll only address 'em
Politely and go on his way.
l can readily cite you an instance
Where a lovely young lady of Breem,
Who was tender and sweet
And delicious to eat,
Fell into the bay with a scream.
She struggled and flounced in the water
And signaled in vain for her bark,
And she'd surely been drowned
If she hadn't been found
By a chivalrous man-eating shark.
He bowed in a manner most polished.
Thus soothing her impulses wild:
"Don't be frightened," he said,
I've been properly bred
And I eat neither woman nor child."
Then he proffered his fin and she took it-
Such a gallantry none can dispute-
While the passengers cheered
As the vessel they neared
And a broadside was fired in salute.
And they soon stood alongside the vessel,
When a life-saving dinghy was lowered
With the pick of the crew,
And her relatives too,
And the mate and the skipper aboard.
So they took her aboard in a jiffy
And the shark stood at attention the while,
Then he raised on his flipper
And ate up the skipper
And went on his way with a smile.
And this shows that the prince of the ocean,
To ladies forbearing and mild,
Though his record be dark,
Is the man-eating shark
Who will eat neither woman nor child
Recorded by Oscar Brand, Bawdy Sea Songs
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There was a young sailor
Who looked through the glass,
And spied a fair mermaid
With scales on her island
Where seagulls
Fly over their nests
She combed the long hair
That hung over her shoulders
And caused her
To tickle and itch.
The sailor cried out
" There's a beautiful mermaid,\rdblquote
A-sitting out
There on the rocks,
The crew came around
A-grabbing their glasses
And crowded four deep
To the rail,
All eager to share
In this fine piece of news.
Which the captain soon
Heard from the watch.
He tied down the wheel
And he reached for his crackers
And cheese which
He kept near the door.
In case he might someday
Encounter a mermaid.
He knew he must
Use all his wits
Crying " Throw out a line.
We'll lasso her flippers.\rdblquote
And then we will
Certainly find
If mermaids are better
Before or be brave
My good fellows.\rdblquote
The captain then said.
" With fortune we'll break
Through her mermaiden head
Ing to starboard
They tacked with dispatch.
And caught that fair mermaid
Just under her elbows
And hustled her
Down below decks,
And each took a turn
At her feminine setting
Her free at the end
Of the farce,
She splashed in the waves,
Falling flat on her after
A while one man
Noticed some scabs,
Soon they broke out with the pox
And the scratching
With fury,
Cursing with spleen.
This song may be dull
But it's certainly clean.
From Songs and Dances of Scotland,
Thomson
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Oh, I've been east and I've been west,
And I've been to Kirkcaldy;
But the bonniest lassie that ever I saw,
She was following a collier laddie.
" Oh where live ye my bonnie lass?
And tell me what they ca'ye?"
" Bonnier Jeanie Gordon is my name,
And I'm following my Collier laddie."
" O, see ye not yon hills and dales
The sun shines on saw brawlie;
They a'are mine, and they'll be thine,
Gin ye'll leave your collier laddie.
And ye shall bask in gay attire,
Weel busket up sae brawlie;
And ane to wait on ev'ry hand,
Gin ye'll leave your collier laddie.:
" Tho ye had a the sun shines on,
And the earth conceals sae lowly,
I would turn my back on you and it a',
And embrace my collier laddie.
O, I can win my five pennies a day,
And spend at night fu'brawlie;
And make my bed in the collier's neuk,
And lie doon wi'my collier laddie."
O, love for love's the bargain for me,
Tho the wee cot house should haud me;
And the world before me to win my bread,
And fair fa'my collier laddie."
Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Come all ye fair and tender ladies,
Take warnin'how you court young men.
They're like a star on a summers morning.
First they'll appear then they're gone.
They'll tell to you some loving story.
And they'll declare their love is true.
Straight way they'll go and court some other,
And that's the love they have for you.
O, Don't you remember our days of courtin',
When your head lay upon my breast?
You could make me believe by the falling of your
arm,
That the sun rose in the west.
If I had known before I courted,
That love had been so hard to win;
I'd have locked my heart In a box of golden,
And fastened it up with a silver pin.
I wish I were a little sparrow,
And I had wings, and I could fly;
I'd fly away to my false true lover,
And when he'd speak I would deny.
But I am not a little sparrow.
I have no wings, nor can I fly.
I will sit right down in grief and sorrow,
And try to pass my troubles by.
(Music: Traditional Gaelic [Buachaill On
Eirne];Words: Gordon Smith)
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Come by the hills to the land where fancy is
free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the
lochs meet the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold
in the sun
Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day
is done
Oh, come by the hills to the land where life is
a song
And sing while the birds fill the air with their
joy all day long
Where the trees sway in time and even the wind
sings in tune
Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day
is done
Come by the hills to the land where legend
re-mains
Where stories of old fill the heart and may yet
come a-gain
Where our past has been lost and the future has
still to be won
Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day
is done
Ending: repeat first verse
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I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal
drums do beat
And the loving English feet they tramped all over
us
And each and every night when me father'd come
home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this
chorus.
Chorus:
Oh, come out you black and tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.
Come let me hear you tell how you slammed the
great Pernell
When you fought them well and truly persecuted
Where are the smears and jeers that you bravely
let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed.
Come tell us how you slew those brave Arabs two
by two
Like the Zulu's they had spears and bows and
arrows
How you bravely slew each one with your sixteen
pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their
marrow.
The day is coming fast and the time is here at
last
When each yeoman will be cast aside before us
And if there be a need sure my kids will sing God
speed
With a verse of two of Steven Beehan's chorus.
O come ye women of the isles,
And listen to my song,
For if ye be but thirteen years ye not be women
long.
And if ye be three score and ten,
No longer women be,
Or so say all the merry men
Who count so Cruelly,
Who count so cruelly.
But women we be from our birth
And will be till we die,
Our count is made so differently
To give the men that lie.
O come, ye women of the Isles,
And listen to my song,
For we be women all through life,
Where life and love are long,
Where life and love are long.
By: Mistress Alison Mac Kieran Dhu
Tune: On top of Old Smokey
Given by: Katywren
O, I am a lady, my husband's a lord.
A true knightly warrior, and God! I am bored.
The knights are called gentle and by birth they
are.
But I prefer minstrels, they're sweeter by far.
He's fearless in melees, he's first at the
chase.
But when around ladies, falls flat on his face.
He curses most roundly, and colorfully too.
But ask him for soft words, he hasn't a clue.
My lord is a true knight, fights rather than
thinks.
Excepting in battle, his swordsmanship stinks.
My lord is crusading, I shall at home stay.
And I'll not be pining while he is away.
But my lord can trust me, I care not to roam.
The lay of the minstrel will keep me at home!
Child #10
THERE LIVED A LADY BY THE NORTH SEA SHORE
LAY THE BAND TO THE BONNIE BROOM
TWO DAUGHTERS WERE THE BABES SHE BORE.
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
ONE GREW AS BRIGHT AS IS THE SUN,
LAY THE BAND TO THE BONNIE BROOM
BUT COAL BLACK GREW THE OTHER ONE
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
A KNIGHT CAME RIDING TO THE LADY'S DOOR
LAY THE BAND TO THE BONNIE BROOM
HE'D RIDDEN FAR TO BE HER WOOER
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
HE COURTED ONE WITH GLOVES AND RING
LAY THE BAND TO THE BONNIE BROOM
BUT HE LOVED THE OTHER ABOVE ALL THING
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
OH SISTER, SISTER COME GO WITH ME
LAY THE BAND TO THE BONNIE BROOM
TO WATCH THE SHIPS UPON THE SEA
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
SHE TOOK HER SISTER BY THE HAND
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AND WALKED WITH HER TO THE NORTH SEA STRAND
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
AND WHEN THEY STOOD ON THE NORTH SEA SHORE
LAY THE BAND TO THE BONNIE BROOM
THE DARK GIRL THREW HER SISTER O'ER
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
SOMETIMES SHE SANK.SOMETIMES SHE SWAM
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SAYING SISTER SISTER TAKE MY HAND.
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
OH SISTER SISTER LET ME LIVE
LAY THE BAND TO THE BONNIE BROOM
AND ALL THAT'S MINE I'LL SURELY GIVE.
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
YOUR OWN TRUE LOVE; THAT I'LL HAVE AND MORE
LAY THE BAND TO THE BONNIE BROOM
BUT YOU SHALL NEVER COME ASHORE
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
THERE SHE FLOATED LIKE A SWAN
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THE SALT SEA BORE HER BODY ON
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
TWO MINSTRELS WALKED ON THE NORTH SEA STRAND
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AND SAW THE MAIDEN FLOAT TO LAND
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
THEY MADE A HARP OF HER BREAST BONE
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WHOSE SOUND WOULD MELT A HEART OF STONE
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
THEY TOOK TWO LOCKS OF HER GOLDEN HAIR
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AND WITH THEM STRUNG THE HARP SO RARE
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
THEY WENT INTO THE FATHER'S HALL
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TO PLAY THE HARP BEFORE THEM ALL
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
BUT WHEN THEY LAID IT ON THE STONE
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THE HARP BEGAN TO PLAY ALONE
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
THE FIRST STRING SANG A MOURNFUL SONG
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THE BRIDE HER YOUNGER SISTER DROWN
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
THE SECOND STRING AT THAT THEY TRIED
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IN TERROR SITS THE DARK HAIRED BRIDE
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
THE THIRD STRING SANG BENEATH THE BOW
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AND SURELY NOW HER TEARS SHALL FLOW
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
Let the farmer praise his grounds,
Let the huntsman praise his hounds,
And the shepherd his sweet scented lawn
But I, more blest than they,
Spend each happy night and day with my charming
little
Cruiskeen lawn, lawn, lawn!
Oh, my smiling little Cruiskeen lawn'
Gram-ma-chree ma Cruiskeen,
Slain-te geal ma-vour-neen,
Gra-ma-chree a coolin bawn, bawn bawn!
Ah, gra-ma-chree a coolin bawn!
Translated chorus
Little jug, my heart's love,
Bright health to my own dove;
Little Jug, my own heart's love, love, love,
Oh! Little jug, my own heart's love!
(-Modern Traditional)
There's a fun place in the garden where the
lads and lassies meet
For it wouldn't do to do the do they're doing in
the street
And the first time I did come there I was very
much impressed
By the young folk bust rufflin' up the cuckoos
nest
Chorus:
And it's hi the cuckoo ho the cuckoo hi the
cuckoos nest
Hi the cuckoo ho the cuckoo hi the cuckoos nest
I'll give any man a shilling, and a bottle of the
best
And ya ruffle up the feathers of the cuckoos nest
I met her in the morning, and I took her in the
night
I'd never had another, so I had to do it right
I'd never gone a wingful and I never would have
guessed
If she hadn't told me where to find the cuckoos
nest
Chorus
And she thought me where to find it and she
told me where to go
Through the prickles and the brambles where the
little people go
And the minute that found it she would never let
me rest
'Till I ruffled up the feathers of the cuckoos
nest
Chorus
It was blarney it was prickled it was feathered
all around
It was tucked into a corner and it wasn't easy
found
She said "God man you're buggering" I
said it wasn't true
And I left her with the makings of a young cuckoo
Chorus
(I wanna be a Cynaguan prince)
by Arron Reynard
(ba da da da dum!)
I was born in the mists
(ba da da da dum!)
I came to Cynagua
(ba da da da dum!)
Now I am a new man
Chorus
I wanna be hee!
(ba da da da dum!) (ba da da da dum!)
I wanna be a cynaguan Prince!
(ba da da da dum!) (ba da da da dum!)
(ba da da da dum!)
Swans crownin'my head!
(ba da da da bump!)
I wanna be a Cynaguan prince!
(ba da da da dum!) (ba da da da dum!)
(ba da da da dum!)
(ba da da da dum!)
Oh, I can imagine
(ba da da da dum!)
What it would be like
(ba da da da dum!)
Never bowing to others
(ba da da da dum!)
Always being right!
Chorus
(ba da da da dum!)
When I become Prince
(ba da da da dum!)
All will scrape and bow
(ba da da da dum!)
Except for the women
(ba da da da dum!)
Let 'em kowtow!
Chorus
(ba da da da dum!)
And when I am Prince
(ba da da da dum!)
It would be my command
(ba da da da dum!)
To banish all those names
(ba da da da dum!)
I can't understand
Chorus
(ba da da da dum!)
Another Princely power
(ba da da da dum!)
That I would abouse
(ba da da da dum!)
I'd make an award
(ba da da da dum!)
And give myself two!
Chorus