Index J to K

Jabal AlSamira Mercenary Band	O Johnny be Fair	The Jug of Punch	King Kalas and his Sons
Jingle Bang (A Lusty Young Smith)	Johnnie Cope	Karelea's Song	King's Sailor
John Barleycorn	Johnny Jump Up	Kelly, the Boy from Killanne
John Dory	Johnny I Hardly Knew You	King of the Fairies

Jabal AlSamira Mercenary Band

(to the tune of St. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band)

We're Jabal al-Samira's Mercenary Band.
We hope you will enjoy our show.
Jabal al-Samira's Mercenary Band
We'll help you make your evening go.
Jabal al-Samira, Jabal al-Samira, Jabal al-Samira
Mercenary Band.

It's wonderful to be here,
It's certainly a thrill,
You're such a lovely audience,
Your ransom we'll take home with us,
Your ransom we'll take home.

I don't really want to stop the show,
But we thought you really ought to know,
To escape us, you must pay a fee,
Call it ransom money if you please.

Now may I introduce to you,
The head of our conspiracy,
al-Samira's Mercenary Band.

Pay your FEES!

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Jingle Bang (A Lusty Young Smith)

-Modern Traditional

A lusty young smith at his vice stood a'filing
His hammer lay by but his forge still aglow
When to him a buxom young damsel came smiling
And asked him to work at her forge he would go

Chorus:
With a jingle bang jingle bang jingle bang jingle
With a jingle bang jingle bang jingle hi-ho

I will said the smith and they went off together
Along to the young damsels forge they did go
They stripped to go to it, 'twas hot work and hot weather
She kindled a fire, and she soon made him glow

Chorus

Her husband, she said, no good work could afford her
His strength and his tool were worn out long ago
The smith said well mine are in very good order
And now I am ready my skill for to show

Chorus

Red hot grew his iron as both did desire
But he was too wise not to strike while 'twas so
For she what I get I get out of the fire
So with it strike home and redouble the blow

Chorus

Six times did his iron through vigorous heating
Grow soft in the forge in a minute or so
And often would harden still beating and beating
But the more it did soften did harden more slow

Chorus

At last went the smith, 'towards the dame full of sorrow
Oh what I would give could my husband do so
Good lad with your hammer come hither tomorrow
But pray could you use it once more 'ere you go?

Chorus

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John Barleycorn

(Traditional)

There were three men come out of the West
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn should die!

They plowed, they sowed, they harrowed him in,
Threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn was dead!

They let him lie for a very long time
'Til the rain from Heaven did fall,
Then Little Sir John sprung up his head,
And so amazed them all!

They let him stand 'til Midsummer tide,
'Til he grew both pale and wan,
Then Little Sir John he grew a long beard,
And so became a man!

They hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee
They rolled him and tied him about the waist,
And used him barbarously!

They hired men with the sharp pitchforks
To pierce him to the heart,
And the loader he served him worse than that,
For he tied him in a cart!

They wheeled him around and around the field,
'Til they came to a barn,
And there they made a solemn mow
Of poor John Barleycorn,

They hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To strip him skin from bone
And the Miller he served him worse than that:
For he ground him between two stones!

Here's Little Sir John in a nut-brown bowl,
And brandy in a glass!
And Little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl
Proved the stronger man at last!

For the huntsman he can't hunt the fox
Nor loudly blow his horn,
And the tinker can't mend kettles nor pots
Without John Barleycorn!
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John Dory

Midi and sheet http://sniff.numachi.com/~rickheit/dtrad/lookup.cgi?ti=JOHNDORY&tt=JOHNDORY

As it fell on a holy day,
And upon a holy tide, a,
John Dory bought him an ambling nag
To Paris for to ride, a.
To Paris for to ride, a.

And when John Dory to Paris was come
A little before the gate, a,
John Dory was fitted, the porter was witted
To let him in thereat, a.

The first man that John Dory did meet
Was good King John of France, a.
John Dory could well of his courtesy,
But fell down in a trance, a.

"A pardon, a pardon, my liege and my king,
For my merry men and for me, a,
And all the churls in merry England
I'll bring them all bound to thee, a."

And Nicholl was then a Cornish [man],
A little beside Bohyde, a,
And he manned forth a good black bark
With fifty good oars on a side, a.

"Run up, my boy, unto the maintop,
And look what thou canst spy, a."
'Who ho, who ho, a goodly ship I do see;
I trow it be John Dory, a."

They hoist their sails both top and top,
The mizen and all was tried, a;
And every man stood to his lot,
Whatever should betide, a.

The roaring cannons then were plied,
And dub a dub went the drum, a;
The braying trumpets loud they cried
To courage both all and some, a.

The grappling hooks were brought at length,
The brown bill and the sword, a;
John Dory at length, for all his strength,
Was clapped fast under board, a.

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O Johnny be Fair

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O Johnny be fair and Johnny be fine and wants me for to wed, EM

And I would marry Johnny, but me father up and said:

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"I'm sad to tell you daughter what your mother never knew,

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That Johnny is a son of mine and so is kin to you"'.

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