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If I Were A Princess	INFAMOUS ERIC THE RED	If I were a Blackbird	Isty Bitsy Warrior
THE "I LOVE TO BE A VIKING, FIXIN' TO KILL RAG"	I need Nothing	Isabel	The Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny
I'm a Freeborn Man Freeborn Man of the Traveling People	I never will marry	I sing of Dead Bunnies	It's In, It's Out.
I know my love	The Irish Rover	Isle of Islay (I-Lay)	I'VE GONE AWAY
I know where I'm goin'	The Isla Waters	Isn't it Grand Boys?	I've Got no Use for the Women

All day I'd sit upon my throne,
Watching all the peasants carry on. Ha.

If I were a princess- La Da Da Da Da Da etc.
There would be a dozen virile knights
Fighting for my favor and my song.

They'd Come to Court and give me all sorts of presents
Trinkets and lovely things to eat.
Then they'd bow and curtsey when I pass by.
They'd work so hard to please me hoping that I would
Tell them that their lives were now complete.
But I'd just keep them groveling at my feet. Ha!

But since I'm not a princess- La Da Da Da Da Da etc.
No one ever looks my way,
I'm the one who toils night and day
And I'll never hear the gentles say,
"Oh, your highness have a lovely day."

I am a freeborn man of the traveling people
Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered
Country lanes and byways were always my ways
Never fancied being lumbered

O we knew the woods, all the resting places
And the small birds sang when wintertime was over
Then we'd pack our load and be on the road
They were good old times for the rover

There was open ground where a man could linger
Stay a week or two for time was not your master
Then away you'd jog with your horse and dog
Nice and easy, no need to go faster

Now and then you'd meet up with other travelers
Hear the news or else swap family information
At the country fairs, we'd be meeting there
All the people of the traveling nation

All you freeborn men of the traveling people
Every tinker, rolling stone, or gypsy rover
Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going
Your traveling days will soon be over
\plain \b\f3\fs20\cf11 I know my love

I know my love by his way of walkin',
And I know my love by his way of talkin',
And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue,
And if my love leaves me,
What shall I do?
And still she cried "Bonny boys are few,
And if my love leaves me,
What shall I do?"
And still she cried "Bonny boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what shall I do?"

There is a dance house in Maradyke
And there my true love goes every night.
He takes a strange one upon his knee
And don't you think now that vexes me!
And still she cried, "I love him the best,
And a troubled mind sure can know no rest."
And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what shall I do?"

If my love knew I could wash and wring,
If my love knew I could weave and spin,
I'd make a coat all of the finest kind,
But the want of money leaves me behind.
And still she cried, "I love him the best,
And a troubled mind sure can know no rest."
And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what shall I do?"

I know where I'm goin',
And I know who's a goin' with me,
I know who I love
But the dear knows who I'll marry!

I have stockings of silk,
Shoes of fine green leather,
Combs to buckle my hair,
And a ring for every finger.

Some say he's black,
But I say he's bonny,
The fairest of them all
My handsome, winsome Johnny.

Feather beds are soft,
And painted rooms are bonny,
But I would leave them all
To go with my love Johnny.

A NORSE IS A NORSE, OF COURSE, OF COURSE
NOBODY RAIDS LIKE A NORSE, OF COURSE
UNLESS, OF COURSE, THE RAIDING NORSE
IS INFAMOUS ERIC THE RED

HEROES ON BOARD, THAT'S THE NORSE
AXES-AND BANNERS HELD HIGH, OF COURSE
ALWAYS GOOD PLUNDER, NEVER A BLUNDER
WITH INFAMOUS ERIC THE RED

GONE A'VIKING? BUT, OF COURSE!
BYZANTIUM TO VINLAND HAVE GONE THE NORSE
LONGBOATS TO SEA, ALWAYS ON COURSE
WITH INFAMOUS ERIC THE RED

HEROES APLENTY, THAT'S THE NORSE
HUSCARLS, BERSERKERS AND BONDI, OF COURSE
TOGETHER AS A RAIDING FORCE
WITH INFAMOUS ERIC THE RED

ASHORE NOW, LET'S GET THE FLOCK
BURN THE TOWN FOR EXTRA SHOCK
BY THOR, WE'LL BE AT RAGNAROK
WITH INFAMOUS ERIC THE RED

THE SKALD SINGS OF OUR MIGHTY DEED
THE CHIEF GIVES US HIS WISEST REDE
FROM HORNS WE'LL DRINK THE SWEETEST MEADE
WITH INFAMOUS ERIC THE RED

END OF THE WORLD? THAT'S A SIGHT!
RAGNAROK'S THE GOD'S TWILIGHT
WITH VALKRYES WE'LL DRINK EACH NIGHT
AND INFAMOUS ERIC THE RED

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Ivor CutlerI need nothing
I've everything I need
I walk along the dusty road, a doughnut in my hand

The sun is bright and yellow
It shines upon my feet
I've walked a hundred yards, and I'm not the least bit tired.

I need nothing,
I've everything I need
I walk along the dusty road, a doughnut in my hand

The cloud is white upon the sky
As white as a woman's skin
I've walked another hundred yards, and I'm not he least bit tired.

I bump into a dairy bush
A cow on every twig
I squeeze myself a glass of milk, my thirst goes up like smoke

I need nothing,
I've everything I need
I walk along the dusty road, da da dum dum

I come across a sailor,
'Twas lying by the road
I kiss his lips, and make him wince, and then I stumble on

I need nothing
I've everything I need
I walk along the dusty road a doughnut in my hand.

I spy a silver coffin
'Twas lying on the road
I wrap my shirt right round my leg, and lay down flat inside

I need nothing
I've everything I need
I lie upon a coffin, a doughnut in my hand.

One morning I rambled down by the seashore,
The wind it did whistle,
And the waters did roar.
I heard some fair maiden
Give a pitiful cry,
And it sounded so lonely,
As it swept off on high.

Refrain
I never will marry,
I'll be no man's wife,
I intend to live single
All the days of my live.
The shells of the ocean
Shall be my death bed,
While the fish in the deep water
Swim over my head.

Refrain

She cast her fair body
In the water so deep,
And she closed her pretty blue eyes
Forever to sleep.
So now as I wander
Down by the seaside,
I weep for that fair one
Who sang as she died:
Refrain
With chords

D A7 D7
G
One morning I rambled down by the sea shore
G D A7 D
The wind it did whistle and the waters did roar

I heard some fair maiden give a pitiful cry
It sounded so lonesome, it swept off on high

CHORUS: I never will marry, I'll be no man's wife

I expect to live single all the days of my life

The shells in the ocean shall be my death-bed
While the fish in deep water swim over my head
She cast her fair body in the water so deep
And closed her pretty blue eyes forever to sleep

NOTE: Texas Gladden recorded this first, I think, on a Stinson
She sang it as 2-line couplets, with no formal chorus, and
had two extra couplets (after "It sounded so lonesome etc."

Said William to Molly, "If you will agree
To give your consent love, to marrying me."

"My mind is to marry, and never to part
For the first time I saw you, you won my heart."

In the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the coal quay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York

We'd an elegant craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And how the trade winds drove her
She had twenty three masts, and she stood several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover

There was Barney Magee, from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from county Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk, who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath named Mallone

There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
And your man Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Silgo rags
We had two million barrels of bone
We had three million bales of old nanny goats tails
We had four million barrels of stone

We had five million hogs, and six million dogs
And seven million barrels of porter
We had seven million sides of old blind horses hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And our ship lost her way in a fog
And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two
'Twas meself, and the captain's old dog

Then the ship struck a rock, O Lord what a shock
And nearly tumbled over
Nine times turned around, then the poor dog was drown'
I'm the last of the Irish Rover

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I sing of dead bunnies, and burnt baby chicks
Barbecued squirrels, and hamsters on sticks
Ducklings in blenders, and frogs off the road
Opossums on fenders and deep french-fried toad!

Sliced and diced sparrows, dead dogs on the lawn
Cats riddled with arrows, and disemboweled faun
Pickled canaries, and clubbed baby seals
Mice served in berries, and turtles 'neath wheels

Minced baby earwigs, koala fillet
Rat Pie with custard, and cockroach puree
Fred's little brother, and Mystery Beast:
These are the things that they served at the Feast!

Repeat Verse 1

I hae' friends, they buy me whisky
Bonnie friends they call my name
But if I should get too drunk for walkin'
Where's the man that would carry me hame

Chorus:
And if I be drunk in the Isla Waters
Through the Thistlewood I must hame
If I be drunk in the Isla Waters
My wee doggie would find me in the Isla Stream

All the day I bless that water
Aye she's bricht an' clear to see
But after hours o' ale hoose laughter
Dark an' still she waits for me

Chorus

Like the fishers line that's broken
Leaves the salmon tae the swell
Many's the nicht you've had me soakin'
Part tae break the lyer's hell

Chorus

All my days I've lived tae court her
Bauden bonny fine stuff I've seen
But should I droun in yuir water
My wee doggie would find me in the Isla Stream
Chorus

I am a young sailor, my story is sad
Though once I was carefree, and a brave sailor lad
I courted a lassie, by night and by day
Ah, but now she has left me and sailed far away

Chorus:
Oh, if I was a blackbird, could whistle and sing
I'd follow the vessel my true love sails in
An' in the top riggin, I would there build my nest
And I'd flutter my wings o'er her lily white breast

Or if was a scholar, and could handle the pen
One secret love letter my true love I'd send
I'd tell of my soeeow, my grief, and my pain
Since she's sailed over the ocean, to yon flowery glen

Chorus

I sailed o'er the ocean, my fortune to seek
Though I'd miss her caress, and her kiss on my cheek
I sailed back to tell her my love was still warm
But she turned away lightly, and great was her scorn

Chorus

I promised to take her to Donnybrooke faire
To buy her fine ribbons, to tie up her hair
I promised yo marry, and to stay by her side
But she says in the mornin, she sails with the tide

Chorus

My parents, they chide me, an' will no' agree
Sayin' that me and my false love, married will never be
Ah, but let them deprive, oh let them do what they will
While there's breath in my body, shae the one that I love still

Chorus

I lie in this cage in full public gaze
And I don't give a pin for all their scorn
For I've crowned my lover king
Ah, such glorious days I've seen
Give me a chance, I'd do it all again
Give me a chance, I'd do it all again

Robbie my love, you've the heart of a dove
Only Scotland could raise such a man
On the wild mountain side
I have lain down by your side
In spite of bitter wind and rain
In spite of bitter wind and freezing rain

These soft southern dogs have never scaled the heights
They cower in their comfort secure
But he has dared it all
And he's risked the fearsome fall
Surely God will crown the brave and the sure
Surely God will crown the brave and the sure

At proud Bannockburn their cringing hearts did turn
From his noble and daring campaign
I watched from a distant hill
And my heart flies with him still
Though my body may be caged and disdained
Though my body may be caged and disdained

He's bold as a ram, he's gentle as a lamb
He's a man that could never be denied
He's generous and gay
But he's changeable as day
And for just one hour with him I'd gladly die
And for just one hour with him I'd gladly die

(Repeat first verse softly)

How high the gulls fly o'er Islay,
How sad the farm land deep in plague,
Felt like the grain on your sand.

How well the sleep's bill music makes,
Roving the cliffs where fancy takes
Felt like a tide left me here.

How blessed the forest with birds song,
How neat the cut peat laid so long,
Fell like a seed on your land.

Felt like a tide left me here,
Felt like a grain on your sand,
Felt like a grain on your sand.

Look at the coffin, with silver handles
Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead?
Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody good cry
And always remember, the longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody well die.

Look at the widow, bloody great woman...

Look at the mourners, bloody great hypocrites..

Look at the preacher, bloody well sanctified...

Look at the choir boys, bloody young faggots...

etc...

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The itsy bitsy warrior walked on the tourney field
Out came the Duke and demanded that he yeild
Out came the Sword and it cut the Duke in twain
And the itsy bitsy warrior walked off the field again

http://www.locksley.com/joeb/songbk.htm#42
She was afraid to come out to the Tourney
She was worried that "something might show.."
She was afraid to come out to the Tourney
And the poor thing did NOT want to go...

(2 - 3 - 4, tell the people what she wore!)

It was an itsy bitsy teeny weenie little rabbit fur bikini
That she wore, for the first time, that day.
An itsy bitsy teenie weenie little rabbit fur bikini
And in her apartment she wanted to stay!

One day in the Kingdom of the Middle
It happened at a Tourney one day:
The Mongols invaded the Middle
But the Middle did not want to play...

(eins - zwei - drei, but the Dark Horde wouldn't die!)

It was an itsy bitsy tiny teenie Nauseating Mongol weenie
That they saw, for the first time, that day.
An itsy bitsy tiny teenie Nauseating Mongol weenie
And the Mongols did NOT go away!

Now the Heralds made up a new Rulebook
And to read it is some kind of gas!
It's a bureaucrat's dream, this new Rulebook
Now NOBODY'S blazon can pass!

(Win - Place - Show, tell the Heralds where to go!)

(insert Bronx cheer!)

I want an itsy bitsy teenie weenie little rabbit fur bikini
On my shield, as my blazon, today!
An itsy bitsy teenie weenie little rabbit fur bikini
But "that's offensive" the Heralds all say!

I sat down at the Revel last evening
To a feast of green meat, and Rat Pie...
It was cold, and disgusting, and greasy
And I just want to upchuck and die!

(6 - 7 - 8, tell them what was on your plate!)

It was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie little rabbit fur bikini
With a side dish of cold cabbage pie!
An itsy bitsy teenie weenie little rabbit fur bikini
With the fur on, and NOTHING inside!

Where is that hero I married?
Where is that lover that I knew?
Once we made merry love for hours, all night through.

I don't remember growing older.
Somehow the years have slipped away.
Hormones are raging and I won't wait!

It's up. It's down;
It's in. it's out.
Then it goes away.
Done is that fellow (phallus) that I played with,
Gone is the romping in the hay.

Now he's older, growing older;
Still there is no way...
He claims the minutes now are hours,
timing was never his forte!

He's through, I'm not;
He's cold, I'm hot,
Sleep would come his way...
Finish the task my lord, I warn thee,
Or there'll be bloody hell to pay.

It's up. It's down;
It's in, it's Out.
Then it goes away.
Done is that fellow (phallus) that I played with,
Gone is the romping in the hay.

Gently he turns to me and whispers,
Words that do set my soul aflame;
Then with a loving smile he takes me,
Things have changed!

Evening is turning into daylight
Some things will never be the same.
Now I am begging him for mercy,
I've been tamed''

No doubt, it's Up.
It's in, its out,
And it seems to stay.
Now it's this lady who needs sleep, dear,
Later we'll love again and play.

THERE WAS A MAN WITH AN HOURGLASS FOR KEEPING THE TIME OF DAY
HE WOULD SCREAM IT BY HOUR, WITH ALL OF HIS POWER
I WAS GLAD WHEN THEY TOOK HIM AWAY
FOR WHAT'S IN THE KNOWING, IF THE FLOWERS ARE GROWING,
AND YOUR TROUBLES LOCKED SAFELY AWAY.
AS THE MOON SLOWLY RISES AND THE DAY DIES BEHIND US,
DON'T CALL ME I'VE GONE AWAY ... TO THE S C A.

IN ANOTHER LIFE I WAS A BUSINESS MAN
IN AN OFFICE WITH FOUR TELEPHONES,
AND I MADE LOTS OF MONEY, BUT I FELT PRETTY CRUMMY
IN MY STARCHED PLASTIC BUSINESS MAN'S CLOTHES.
BUT WHAT CAN THAT MATTER, WHEN THERE'S LADIES TO FLATTER
AND THE BARDS ALL AROUND TO PLAY.
WE'LL SIT BY THE FIRE, WE'LL WATCH IT GROW HIGHER.
DON'T CALL ME I'VE GONE AWAY ... TO THE S C A.

A FRIEND I HAVE SAID I'VE LOST MY MIND
THAT I SPEND TO MUCH TIME IN THE PAST,
I TELL HIM I'M FINE, DRINKING ALE AND WINE
AND THAT HE'S JUST A PAIN IN THE ASS.
WELL, OUT ON THE FIELD WITH A SWORD AND A SHIELD
THE FIGHTERS CRASH INTO THE FREY
IT'S CHIVALRY'S GAME FOR HONOR AND FAME
AND DON'T CALL ME I'VE GONE AWAY ... TO THE S C A

IT SEEMS KIND OF FUNNY, MEN SPEND THEIR LIVES RUNNING
ON A QUEST FOR A PHONEY BRASS RING WELL,
I'VE MADE THAT MONEY AND I CAN TELL YA, HONEY
THAT IT DON'T REALLY MEAN ANYTHING.
THERE'S MORE TO THIS LIFE THAT THE MAGAZINES SAY
THAN YOU CAN SEE ON YOUR TV SCREEN
OH DON'T CALL ME I'VE GONE AWAY
OH DON'T CALL ME I'VE GONE AWAY
OH DON'T CALL ME I'VE GONE AWAY
TO THE S C A.

I've got no use for the women,
True one can never be found.
They'll use a man for his money,
When it's gone they'll turn him down.
They're all alike at the bottom,
Selfish and grasping for all.
They'll stick with a man when he's winning,
And laugh in his face at his fall.

My pal was an honest cowpuncher,
Honest and upright and true;
But he turned to a hardshooting gunman,
On account of a girl named Lou.
He fell in with evil companions,
The kind that are better off dead;
When a gambler insulted her picture,
He filled him full of lead.

All thru the long night they trailed him,
Thru mesquite and thick chaparral;
And I couldn't help think of that woman
As I saw him pitch and fall.
If she'd been the pal that she should have,
He might have been raising a son,
Instead of out there on the prairie,
To die by a ranger's gun.

Death's dark fears did not trouble.
His chances of life were too slim;
But where they are putting his body
Was all that worried him.
He raised himself on his elbow.
The blood from his wounds flowed red.
He gazed at his pals all around him,
And these are the words that he said,

"Bury me out on the prairie,
Where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave;
Bury me out on the prairie,
But from them my bones please save.
Wrap me up in my blanket,
And bury me deep in the ground;
Cover me over with boulders
Of granite grey and round."

So we buried him out on the prairie,
Where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave;
And his soul is now arresting,
From the unkind cut she gave.
And many another puncher,
As he rides past that pile of Stones,
Recalls some similar woman
And thinks of his own mouldrin' bones.
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