Clancys
MIDI: http://sniff.numachi.com/~rickheit/dtrad/lookup.cgi?ti=GALNT42&tt=GALNT42
You may talk about your lancers, or your Irish Fusiliers,
The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's Own Volunteers;
Or any other regiment that's lying far awa'
Come gie to me the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa.
CHORUS : And strolling through the green fields on a summer day
Watching all the country girls working at the hay,
I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa'
When I saw him in the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa.
Oh I never will forget the day his regiment marched past
The pipes they played a lively tune but my heart was aghast,
He turned around and smiled farewell and then from far awa'
He waved at me the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa.
Once again I heard the music of the pipers from afar
They tramped and tramped, the weary men returning from the war
And as they nearer drew I brushed a woeful tear awa'
For me and my braw laddie of the gallant Forty Twa.
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The Gentry are sleeping One by One, Oyez... Oyez...,
The Gentry are sleeping One by One, Oyez... Oyez...,
The Gentry are sleeping One by One,
And no one is having very much fun,
And The Gentry are sleeping anywhere they can.
Two by two... It's a terribly period thing to do.
Three by three I think that's MY hand on my knee!
Four by four On the furniture, on the floor.
Five by five With everybody except their wives.
Six by six With (insert name) up to (his/her) usual tricks.
Seven by seven I think I've died and gone to heaven.
Eight by eight Hurry up (insert name) or you'll be late.
Nine by nine I don't know why, it must be the wine.
Ten by ten No one's asleep and it's morning again.
Geordie I
Come, bridle me my milk white steed.
Come, bridle me my pony,
That I may ride to fair London town to plead for my Geordie.
And when he enter' d in the hall, there were lords and ladies
plenty.
Down on her knew, she then did fall, to plead for the life of
Geordie.
Then Geordie look' d around the court, and saw his dearest Polly.
He said, " My dear you' ve come to late, for I' m condemn' d
already."
The judge then looked down on him, and said, " I' m sorry
for thee.
Thine own confession hath hanged thee."
O, Geordie stole no cow or calf, and he never murdered any,
But he stole sixteen of the king' s white steeds, and sold them
in Bohenny.
Let Geordie hang in golden chains, (his crimes were never many),
Because he came from royal blood, and courted a virtuous lady.
I wish I was in yonder grove, where times I have been many.
With my broad sword and pistol too, I' d fight for the life of
Geordie.
Geordie I and II
II
As I walked out over London bridge
One misty morning early
I overheard a fair pretty maid
Was lamenting for her Geordie.
" Ah, my Geordie shall be hanged in a golden chain,
"Tis not the chain of many.
He was born of the King' s royal blood
And he courted a virtuous lady.
" Oh, saddle me up my milk white steed;
Oh, saddle me my pony.
I will ride to London court,
There to plead for the life of Geordie.
" Ah, my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf.
He never hurted any.
Stole sixteen of the King' s royal deer
And he sold them in Kilkerrie.
" To little babes have I borne;
The third lies in my body
I would give them every one
If you' d spare me the life of Geordie."
The judge looked over his left shoulder
He said, " Fair maid, I' m sorry."
Said, " Fair maid, you must be gone,
For I cannot pardon Geordie
Ah my Geordie shall be hanged in the golden chain;
'Tis not the chain of many.
Stole sixteen of the King' s royal deer
And he sold them in Kilkerrie.
III
By Robert Burns
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There was a battle in the North
And nobles there were many.
And they hae killed Sir Charlie hay
And laid the blame on Geordie.
O he has written a long letter
And sent it to his lady;
" You must come to Edinburgh town
To see what news of Geordie."
When first she looked the letter on
She was both Red and rosy;
She had not read a word but two
When she grew pale as a lily.
" go fetch to me my good grey steed
My men shall all go with me;
For I shall neither eat nor drink
Till Edinburgh town shall see me."
Then she has mounted her good grey steed
Her men they all went with her
And she did neither eat nor drink
Till Edinburgh town did see her.
And first appeared the fatal block,
And then the axe to head him,
And Geordie coming down the stair
With bands of iron upon him.
Though he was chained in fetters strong,
Of iron and steel so heavy,
O not a one in all the court was so fine a man as Geordie.
O She' s down on her bended knee,
I' m sure she' s pale and weary;
" O pardon, pardon noble king,
And give me back my dearie."
" Go tell the heading man make haste!"
Our king replies full lordly,
" Noble King, take all that' s mine but give me back my
Geordie."
The Gordons came and the Gordans ran,
And they were stark and steady;
And the word among them all was: " Gordons keep you
ready."
An aged lord at the King' s right hand
Said " Noble King, but hear me,
Let her count five thousand pounds
And give her back her dearie."
Some gave her marks, some gave her crowns,
Some gave her dollars many;
She counted out five thousand pounds
And she' s gotten again her dearie.
She glanced blithe in her Geordie' s face,
Said " Dear I' ve bought thee, Geordie;
But the blood would have flowed upon the Green
Before I lost my laddie."
He clasped her by the middle small,
And he kissed her lips so rosy,
" The fairest flower of womankind
Is my sweet bonny lady.
Amer. Version of " Raggle Taggle Gypsies"
It was late in the night
When the squire came home,
Inquiring for this lady.
His servant gave a sure reply,
" She' s gone with the Gipsum Davy."
Rattle tum a Gipsum, Gipsum,
Rattle tum a Gipsum Davy,
" O go catch up my milk white steed,
The black one' s not so speedy.
I' ll ride all night till broad daylight,
Or overtake my lady."
Refrain
Rattle tum a Gipsum, Gipsum,
Rattle tum a Gipsum Davy,
He rode and he rode till he came to town,
He rode till he came to Barley.
The tears came a rolling down his cheeks,
And there he spied his lady.
Refrain
It' s " Come back home, my dearest dear,
O, come back home my honey,
It' s " Come go back my dearest dear,
And you never shall lack for money."
Refrain
" I won' t go back my dearest dear,
I won' t go back my honey,
For I wouldn' t give a kiss from the gypsy' s lips
For you and all your money."
Refrain
It' s " Go pull off those snow white gloves
All made of Spanish leather,
And give to me your lily with hand,
And bid farewell forever."
Refrain
Now she pull' d off those snow white gloves,
All made of Spanish leather,
And give to him her lily with hand,
And bade farewell forever.
Refrain
She soon ran through her gay clothing,
Her velvet shoes and stockings;
Her gold ring off her finger' s gone,
And the gold plate off her bosom.
Refrain
" O, once I had a house and land,
A feather bed and money;
But now I' ve come to an old straw pad,
With the gypsies dancing \lquote round me."
Refrain
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From A treasury of Irish Folklore, Colum
Come all ye handsome comely maids
That live near Carlow dwelling
Beware of young men' s flatt' ring tongue
When love to you they' re telling.
Beware of the kind words they say,
Be wise and do not mind them,
For if they were talking till they die
They' d leave you all behind them.
In Carlow town I lived I own
All free from dept and danger.
Till Colonel Reilly listed me
To join the Wicklow Rangers.
They dressed me up in scarlet red
And they used me very kindly
But still I thought my heart would bread
For the girl I left behind me.
I was scarcely fourteen years of age
When I was broken hearted,
For I' m in love these two long years
Since from my love I parted.
These maidens wonder how I moan
And bid me not to mind him
That he might have more grief than joy
For leaving me behind him.
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Tune: God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
by: Master Tivar Moondragon
Submitted by: Katywren
God rest ye frantic autocrat, let nothing you dismay,
Remember that the great event is still a month a way,
Don' t panic yet, there' s lots of time, and don' t get swept
away.
Chorus:
And sing ye in chorus: " Never again, never again,"
And sing ye in chorus: " Ne'er again!"
God rest ye frantic autocrat, let nothing you dismay,
Remember that the great event is still two weeks away.
The site is grand, though if it rains, it just might walk away.
Chorus
God rest ye frantic autocrat, let nothing you dismay,
Remember that the great event is still a week away,
The music' s fine if only they remember how to play.
Chorus
God rest ye frantic autocrat, let nothing you dismay,
Remember that the great event is still three days away.
The feast is planned, the food' s been bought, though God knows
how you' ll pay.
Chorus
God rest ye frantic autocrat, let nothing you dismay,
Remember that the great event is scheduled for today.
The tourney' s grand, the rain won' t last for very long, they
say.
Chorus
God rest ye frantic autocrat, let nothing you dismay,
Remember that the great event, Can' t even cry " Oyez."
The list field' s under water; a tornado' s on the way.
Chorus
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(Andy Stewart- From Silly Wizard: Kiss the Tears Away)
Slowly, slowly, walk the path,
And you might never stumble or fall
Slowly, slowly walk the path,
And you might never find love at all
CHORUS:
Golden golden is her hair
Like the mornin' sun, o'er the fields of corn
Golden, golden flows her love,
So sweet, and clean, and warm
Lonely, lonely, is the heart
That ne'er another can call it's own
Lonely, lonely is the heart
That has to live all alone
Chorus
Wildly, Wildly, beats the heart
With a rush of love like a mountain stream
Wildly, wildly, play your part
As free as a wild bird dreams
Chorus
Heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to war we go-
We'll hack and slash, and kick some ass
Our polearms high we'll make them cry
We'll join the fray, our foes to slay
We'll deal some foe a mighty blow
Their wall we'll break, and banner take
Our swords will swing, their heads will ring
We are not bards, we are the Guards
High ho heigh ho, it's back from war we go
We beat their best, it's time to rest
We're really beat, it's time to eat
Our armor stinks, it's time for drinks
We've dropped our gear, now where's the Beer
We're strong and hearty, it's time to party
-Ivor Cutler
HHome is the sailor, home from the docks
Bringing home the groceries, and the smell of tar
Why does the sailor smell of tar, he doesn't drink the bloody
stuff?
Life is full of mysteries, and this is one
The sailor is a worried man like everybody else
Bringing in the washing, and the smell of tar
When does the sailor sail his boat, we never see him doing it?
Life is full of mysteries, and this is two
Gone is the sailor, gone to the pub
Ordering a bag of crisps, and a tot of rum
Why does the sailor order a bag of crisps, his shaky fingers
cannot tear it open
I've sung about the sailor, and now I'm done
Except to sing
Why does the sailor smell of tar, he doesn't drink the bloody
stuff....
Chorus
Govinda, ari purusham, ta maha bhajami
Govinda, ta maha bhajami
Govinda, ari purusham, ta maha bhajami
Ven-lem ka-vanta maravinda dala, takshan
Ahh -> Bar havatan sa masitan buda su daran gan
Ahh -> Kah-dar Poko ti kamone yavoso sha obam
Govindo, ta maha bhajami
Chorus
Angani yasya sakalen, bri ja-via-tamanti
Ahh ->Pasyan ti-pan ti kalianti, shrirom jaganti
Ahh ->Ananda chin maya sadu jala vigiansya
Chorus
Repeat over and over getting faster
(Traditional http://www.chivalry.com/cantaria/lyrics/great-silkie.html)
MIDI http://sniff.numachi.com/~rickheit/dtrad/lookup.cgi?ti=SILKIE1&tt=SILKIE1
An earthly nurse sits and sings,
And aye, she sings by lily wean,
Sayin "little ken I my bairn's father,
Far less the land where he dwells in."
For he came on night to her bed feet,
And a grumbly guest, I'm sure was he,
Saying "Here am I, thy bairn's father,
Although I be not comely."
"I am a man upon the land,
I am a silkie on the sea,
And when I'm far and far frae land,
My home it is in Sule Skerrie."
And he had ta'en a purse of gold
And he had placed it upon her knee,
Saying, "Give to me my little young son,
And take thee up thy nurse's fee."
"And it shall come to pass on a summer's
day,
When the sun shines bright on every stane,
I'll come and fetch my little young son,
And teach him how to swim the faem."
"And ye shall marry a gunner good,
And a right fine gunner I'm sure he'll be,
And the very first shot that e'er he shoots
Will kill both my young son and me."
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There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
There was none bolder, with good broad shoulder
He's fought in many a fray, and fought and won.
He'd seen the glory and told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds nefarious
But now he's sighing, his heart is crying
To leave these green hills of Tyrol.
Because these green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, they're not my land's hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home.
And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
Sees leaves are falling and death is calling
And he will fade away, in that far land.
He called his piper, his trusty piper
And bade him sound a lay. a pibroch sad to play
Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside
Not on these green hills of Tyrol.
And so this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Will wander far no more and soldier far no more
And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
You'll see a piper play his soldier home.
He'd seen the glory, he'd told his story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugles cease now, he is at peace now
Far from those green hills of Tyrol.
-Traditional
by ?Henry VIII of England 1500’s?
midi and sheet http://sniff.numachi.com/~rickheit/dtrad/lookup.cgi?ti=GRNSLVS&tt=GRNSLVS
Alas my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously,
And I have loved you so long,
Delighting in your company.
CHORUS: (repeat after each verse)
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 favorably.
I bought thee petticoats of the best,
The cloth so fine as fine might be;
I gave thee jewels for thy chest,
And all this cost I spent on thee.
Thy smock of silk, both fair and white,
With gold embroidered gorgeously,
Thy petticoat of Sendall right,
And this I bought thee gladly.
Thy girdle of the gold so red,
With pearls bedecked sumptuously,
The like no other lasses had,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Thy purse and also thy gay gilt knives,
Thy pincase gallant to the eye;
No better wore the Burgesse wives,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Thy crimson stockings all of silk,
With gold all wrought above the knee,
Thy pumps as white as was the milk,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Thy gown was of the glossy green,
Thy sleeves of satin hanging by,
Which made thee be our Harvest Queen,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Alas, my lady you've done me dirt
You`ve sewn green sleeves to my purple shirt
And then you've done me worse than that
You've made me go out and wear it
Oh, Oh, what a dismal fate
To be seen at events in this terrible state
Oh, how I wish I could come late
Say, seven ***** after it's over
***** - 1st: days, 2nd: weeks, 3rd: months, 4th: years, 5th:
centuries
Alas, my lady I'm born to lose
You've sewn pink bows to my purple shoes
You've done my hair up in waves and curls
My mother thinks I'm a girl
Alas, my lady why did you think
My cloak would look nice in that shade of pink
You've decked me over in bobbins and lace
My costume's become a disgrace
Alas, my lady I've been bereaved
Someone's just slandered my beautiful sleeve
He's questioned my taste in every way
My God, he said, I must be gay
Alas, my lady you've done me wrong
You've made my tunic much too long
You've made it seven feet, ten inches, or more....
It drags across the floor!
BY "THE A-TEAM" 'ROUND THE BAY, WHERE THE KNIGHTS ARE GAY
AND THE FOG CLINGS WETLY TO PAVILION TOPS
I PACKED MY FLAGON IN MY TOURNEY DRAGON
WHEN I HIT SOME MISTIES, I JUST HAD TO STOP.
CHORUS: NOW I'M GLAD TO SAY THAT I'M ON MY WAY
WON'T BE BACK FOR MANY A DAY
THEY'RE A BUNCH OF SNOTS AND THEY THINK
THEY'RE HOT THEY'RE A PACK OF MISTIES AND I'M GLAD I'M NOT!
THE MISTY WOMEN ALL THINK THEY'RE FINE
BUT THERE AIN'T ENOUGH CHEESE TO GO WITH THAT WHINE!
THEIR DAYS ARE LONG AND THEIR KNIGHTS WON'T PLAY A
ND SO THEY'RE ALL HEADED UP CYNAGUA WAY!
CHORUS: AND I'M SORRY TO SAY THAT THEY'RE ON THEIR WAY
LOCK UP YOUR LORDS AND THROW THE KEY AWAY
'CAUSE IT'S HARD TO KEEP WARM IN A PELICAN STORM
AND THE LAURELS IN THE BUSHES ARE A RABID SWARM!
THE HERALDS SAY WE SHOULD COME OUT AND PLAY
BUT THE MISTIES ALL SLEEP UNTIL ABOUT MIDDAY
THEY SAY THEY PARTY HARD, BUT THEY'RE ALL TUBS OF LARD
AND WHEN THEY SEE CYNAGUANS THEY JUST RUN AWAY!
CHORUS: AND I'M GLAD TO SAY THAT THEY RUN AWAY
MAKE IT SO EASY TO WIN THE DAY
WE JUST FIGHT FOR AN HOUR THEN HIT THE SHOWER
I'M PROUD TO BY CYNAGUAN AND HERE I'LL STAY!
IN CYNAGUA TOWN THE SUN SHINES DOWN
AND THE FRUITS ARE ON THE TREES WHERE THEY BELONG
WE HAVE LOTS OF FUN MAKING AWFUL PUNS
AND THEY DON'T KILL THE BARDS WHEN THEY SING THIS SONG!
CHORUS: WELL I'M GLAD TO SAY THAT I'M HERE TO STAY
WON'T HAVE TO LEAVE FOR MANY A DAY
'CAUSE ALL THE TOURNEYS ARE HERE AND WE MAKE GREAT BEER
AND IF I DON'T MOVE WEST I'LL NEVER BE A PEER!
(Traditional http://www.chivalry.com/cantaria/lyrics/gypsrov.html)
The gypsy rover came over the hill,
Bound through the valley so shady;
He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.
Refrain
Lah-Dee-o, Lah-Dee-O-ah-day,
Lay-dee-o, Lah dee ay dee.
He whistled and he sang until the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.
She left her father' s castle gate,
She left her own true lover;
She left her servants and her estate,
To follow the gypsy rover.
Lah-Dee-o, Lah-Dee-O-ah-day,
Lay-dee-o, Lah dee ay dee.
She left her servants and her estate,
To follow the gypsy rover.
Her father saddled his fastest steed,
He roam' d the valley all over;
He sought his daughter at great speed,
And the whistling gypsy rover.
Lah-Dee-o, Lah-Dee-O-ah-day,
Lay-dee-o, Lah dee ay dee.
He sought his daughter at great speed,
And the whistling gypsy rover.
He came at last to a mansion fine,
Down by the River Claydee;
And there was music, and there was wine,
For the gypsy and his lady.
Lah-Dee-o, Lah-Dee-O-ah-day,
Lay-dee-o, Lah dee ay dee.
And there was music, and there was wine,
For the gypsy and his lady.
" O, father he' s no gypsy free,
But lord of lands all over;
And I will stay till my dying day,
With my whistling gypsy rover."
Lah-Dee-o, Lah-Dee-O-ah-day,
Lay-dee-o, Lah dee ay dee.
" And I will stay till my dying day,
With my whistling gypsy rover."
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