(Andy Stewart - From Silly Wizard: Kiss the Tears Away)
Gentlemen, it is my duty to inform you of one beauty
Though I'd ask of you a favor, no to seek her for a while
I own she is a creature of character and feature
No words can paint the picture of the Queen of all Argyll!
CHORUS:
And if you could have seen her there!
Boys, if you had just been there!
The swan was in her movement and the morning in her smile
All the roses in the garden they bow and ask her pardon
For not one could match the beauty of the Queen of all Argyll!
On the evening that I mentioned, I passed with light intention
thru a part of our dear country known for beauty and for style
Bein' a place of noble thinkers, of scholars and great drinkers
But above them all for splendor shone the Queen of all Argyll!
So, m'lads I needs must leave you, my intention's no to grieve
you
Nor indeed would I deceive you, no, I'll see you in a while
I must find some way to gain her, to court her and to tame her
I fear my heart's in danger from the Queen of all Argyll!
Andy StewartChorus:
Oh, there're sober men in plenty,
And drunkards barely twenty,
There are men of over ninety
That have never yet kissed a girl.
But gie me a ramblin' rover,
And fae Orkney down to Dover.
We will roam the country over
And together we'll face the world.
There's many that feign enjoyment
From merciless employment,
Their ambition was this deployment
From the minute they left the school.
And they save and scrape and ponder
While the rest go out and squander,
See the world and rove and wander
And are happier as a rule.
I've roamed through all the nations
Ta'en delight in all creation,
And I've tried a wee sensation
Where the company, did prove kind.
And when partin' was no pleasure,
I've drunk another measure
To the good friends that were treasure
For they always are in our minds.
If you're bent wi' arth-i-ritis,
Your bowels have got colitis,
You've gallopin' with bollockitis
And you're thinkin' it's time you died,
If you been a man of action,
Though you're lying there in traction,
You will get some satisfaction
Thinkin', "Jesus, at least I tried."
By Arron Reynard
To "People are Strange"
Rattan is wondrous
Use it for tent poles
Make a pavilion
Like they do in the East.
Fighters just love it
Make weapons from it
Would probably marry
A Rattan Queen.
Chorus
That Rattan
Tape it, don't waste it.
Rattan!
Don't cha just love Rattan?
Rattan!
Rattan!
(Bum dum dum dum dum)
Soaking is bad
Don't laminate either
Unless you would like to
Hear Marshals scream
Tape is the preference
Mark out the edges
Make it look wooden
Make it look real.
Chorus
Word in the mundane
Rattan is furniture
See just how limited
The real world can be.
Hear in the ages
We use it for all things
We use it oh so ho
Creatively.
Chorus
I know a fighter
Comes from (random kingdom name)
Didn't wear his
Cup in fight.
Now he is using
Rattan in a new way
His lady just loves it
Fits like a dream.
Chorus x 2
-Traditional
In the interests of space, I will just give the last verse,
with my own add ons. The actual traditional song ends with the
hair.-Edmound Bernhaurd Dancing Fox.)
Now in that proton there was a charmed quark!
A rare charmed quark! A FINE charmed quark!
A charmed quark in the proton, in the proton in the atom, in the
atom in the amine, in the amine on the conditioner, in the
conditioner
on the split end, on the split end on the curl, on the curl in
the
hair, in the hair on the leg, on the leg on the flea, on the flea
on
the feather, on the feather on the tail, on the tail on the bird,
on the bird in the nest, in the nest on the branch, on the branch
on
the bough, on the bough on the tree, in the tree in the bog, in
the
bog down in the valley O'
Whoa Roah the Rattlin' bog, the bog down in the Valley O'
Woah Roah the Rattlin' bog, the bog down in the Valley O'
(And yes, I CAN say that all in one breath! If you don't believe
me, I'll bet you a beer at any Outlandish You care to challenge
me at.)
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Written By: Unknown Copyright Unknown
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Now in that bog there was a tree,
A rare tree and a rattlin' tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Now on that tree there was a branch,
A rare branch and a rattlin' branch,
And the branch on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Now on that branch there was a limb,
A rare limb and a rattlin' limb,
And the limb on the branch,
And the branch on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Now on that limb there was a nest,
A rare nest and a rattlin' nest,
And the nest on the limb,
And the limb on the branch,
And the branch on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Now in that nest there was a bird,
A rare bird and a rattlin' bird,
And the bird in the nest,
And the nest on the limb,
And the limb on the branch,
And the branch on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Now on that bird there was a feather,
A rare feather and a rattlin' feather,
And the feather on the bird,
And the bird in the nest,
And the nest on the limb,
And the limb on the branch,
And the branch on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Now on that feather there was a bug,
A rare bug and a rattlin' bug,
And the bug on the feather,
And the feather on the bird,
And the bird in the nest,
And the nest on the limb,
And the limb on the branch,
And the branch on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
-Traditional-Traditional
As I rode out to Galway City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but a handsome damsel
Combin' her hair by candlelight
Lassie I have gold and silver
Lassie I have houses and lands
Lassie I have ships on the ocean
They'll be all at your command
Chorus:
Ratty atta to dum to dum to dum
Ratty atta to dum to dum day
Ratty atta to dum to dum to dum
Ratty atta to dum to dum day
So to me you came a courtin
My fine favor for to win
But would gi' me the greatest pleasure
If you never did call again
What would I do when I go a walkin'
Walkin' out in the mornin dew
What would I do when I go a walkin'
Walkin out wi' a lad like you
Chorus
Lassie I have gold and silver
Lassie I have houses and lands
Lassie I have ships on the ocean
They'll be all at your command
What do I care for your ships on the ocean
What do I care for your houses and lands
What do I care for your gold and silver
All I want is a handsome man
Chorus
Did you ever see the grass in the mornin'
All bedecked wi' jewels a rare
Ever see a handsome lassie
Diamonds sparklin in her hair
Ever see a copper kettle
Mended wi' an old tin can
Ever see a handsome lassie
Married off to an ugly man
(Traditional - http://www.chivalry.com/cantaria/lyrics/redistherose.html)
Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass
Comer over the hills to your darling;
You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever.
Refrain:
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,
And fair is the lily of the valley;
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.
'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
And the moon and the stars they were shining;
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
And she swore she'd be my love forever.
Refrain
It's not for the parting that my sister pains
It's not for the grief of my mother,
"'Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever.
Refrain
Guitar chords: (Just Verses?)
D Bm G D
D Bm G A
G F#m G Bm
D Bm A
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We had some chickens, no eggs would they lay
We had some chickens, no eggs would they lay
My wife said, "Honey, we're losin' money
Because our chickens, no eggs will they lay."
One day a rooster flew into the yard
And caught those chickens right off their guard.
They're laying eggs now, just like they used to,
Ever since that rooster, flew into our yard.
We had a hounddog, no pups would she give,
We had a hounddog, no pups would she give.
My wife said, "Honey, we're losing money
Because our hounddog, no pups will she give."
One day a rooster (that same old rooster)
crept into our yard,
And caught that dog right off her guard.
She's giving birddogs just like she used to
Ever since that rooster crept into our yard.
We had a milkcow, no milk would she give.
We had a milkcow, no milk would she give.
My wife said, "Honey, we're losing money
Because our milkcow, no milk will she give."
Then one day that rooster crept into our yard,
And caught that milkcow right off her guard.
She's giving eggnog, just like she used to,
Ever since that rooster crept into our yard.
We had a gumtree, no gum would it give,
We had a gumtree, no gum would it give.
My wife said "Honey, we're losing money,
Because that gumtree, no gum will it give."
One day a rooster crept into our yard
And caught that gumtree right off its guard.
It's giving chicklets, just like it used to,
Ever since that rooster crept into our yard.
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The RiverQuiet
days upon the river
Quiet times in the shipping trade
No more freighters to deliver
No more tankers to be made
Blow of hammer gone forever
Clash of metal, squeal and din
No more wailing of the hooter
Flushing out a thousand men
CHORUS:
They can't bring back this old shipbuilding
No returning to your fathers ways
But these reminders by the water
Linger on from yesterday
Rows of slipways stand forgotten
Empty yards with rotten frames
Silent quays lie abandoned
They once were busy in better days
This old shipbuilding gone forever
No more flags on launching day
Days of pride and days of sorrow
Were they as golden as they say
Chorus
Quiet days upon the river
Quiet times upon the quay
High above a seagull passes
Down the river and out towards the sea
Chorus
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Melody - Melody -
Traditional ballad from Child, Part IV
O Rose the Red and White Lilly,
Their mother dear was dead,
And their father married an ill woman,
Wished them twa little guede.
Yet she had twa as fu fair sons
As ere brake manis bread,
And the tane of them loed her White Lilly,
And the tither lood Rose the Red.
O, biggit ha they a bigly bowr,
And strawn it oer wi san,
And there was mair mirth i the ladies' bowr
Than in a' their father's lan.
But out it spake their step-mother,
Wha stood a little foreby:
"I hope to live and play the prank
Sal gar your loud sang ly."
She's calld upon her eldest son:
"Come here, my son, to me;
It fears me sair, my eldest son,
That ye maun sail the sea."
"Gin it fear you sair, my mither dear,
Your bidding I maun dee;
But be never war to Rose the Red
Than ye ha been to me."
"O had your tongue, my eldest son,
For sma sal be her part;
You'll nae get a kiss o her comely mouth
Gin your very fair heart should break."
She's calld upon her youngest son:
"Come here, my son, to me;
It fears me sair, my youngest son,
That ye maun sail the sea."
"Gin it fear you sair, my mither dear,
Your bidding I maun dee;
But be never war to White Lilly
Than ye ha been to me."
"O haud your tongue, my youngest son,
For sma sall be her part;
You'll neer get a kiss o her comely mouth
Tho your very fair heart should break."
When Rose the Red and White Lilly
Saw their twa loves were gane,
Then stopped ha they their loud, loud sang,
And tane up the still moarnin;
And their step-mother stood listnin by,
To hear the ladies' mean.
Then out it spake her, White Lily;
"My sister, we'll be gane;
Why shou'd we stay in Barnsdale,
To waste our youth in pain?"
Then cutted ha they their green cloathing,
A little below their knee;
And sae ha they their yallow hair,
A little aboon there bree;
And they've doen them to haely chapel
Was christened by Our Ladye.
There ha they changed their ain twa names,
Sae far frae ony town;
And the tane o them hight Sweet Willy,
And the tither o them Roge the Roun.
Between this twa a vow was made,
An they sware it to fulfil;
That at three blasts o a buglehorn,
She'd come her sister till.
Now Sweet Willy's gane to the kingis court,
Her true-love for to see,
And Roge the Roun to good green wood,
Brown Robin's man to be.
As it fell out upon a day,
They a did put the stane;
Full seven foot ayont them a
She gard the puttin-stane gang.
She leand her back against an oak,
And gae a loud Ohone!
Then out it spake him Brown Robin,
"But that's a woman's moan!"
"Oh, ken ye by my red rose lip?
Or by my yallow hair;
Or ken ye by my milk-white breast?
For ye never saw it bare?"
"I ken no by your red rose lip,
Nor by your yallow hair;
Nor ken I by your milk-white breast,
For I never saw it bare;
But, come to your bowr whaever sae likes,
Will find a ladye there."
"Oh, gin ye come to my bowr within,
Thro fraud, deceit, or guile,
Wi this same bran that's in my han
I swear I will thee kill."
"But I will come thy bowr within,
An spear nae leave," quoth he;
"An this same bran that's i my ban,
I sall ware back on the."
About the tenth hour of the night,
The ladie's bowr door was broken,
An eer the first hour of the day
The bonny knave bairn was gotten.
When days were gane and months were run,
The ladye took travailing,
And sair she cry'd for a bow'r-woman,
For to wait her upon.
Then out it spake him, Brown Robin:
"Now what needs a' this din?
For what coud any woman do
But I coud do the same?"
"Twas never my mither's fashion," she says,
"Nor sall it ever be mine,
That belted knights shoud eer remain
Where ladies dreed their pine.
"But ye take up that bugle-horn,
An blaw a blast for me;
I ha a brother i the kingis court
Will come me quickly ti."
"O gin ye ha a brither on earth
That ye love better nor me,
Ye blaw the horn yoursel," he says,
"For ae blast I winna gie."
She's set the horn till her mouth,
And she's blawn three blasts sae shrill;
Sweet Willy heard i the kingis court,
And came her quickly till.
Then up it started Brown Robin,
An an angry man was he:
"There comes nae man this bowr within
But first must fight wi me." 31. O they hae fought that bowr
within
Till the sun was gaing down,
Till drops o blude frae Rose the Red
Cam trailing to the groun.
She leand her back against the wa,
Says, "Robin, let a' be;
For it is a lady born and bred
That's foughten sae well wi thee."
O seven foot he lap a back;
Says, "Alas, and wae is me!
I never wisht in a' my life,
A woman's blude to see;
An ae for the sake of ae fair maid
Whose name was White Lilly."
Then out it spake her White Lilly,
An a hearty laugh laugh she:
"She's lived wi you this year an mair,
Tho ye kenntna it was she."
Now word has gane thro a' the lan,
Before a month was done,
That Brown Robin's man, in good green wood,
Had born a bonny young son.
The word has gane to the kingis court,
An to the king himsel;
"Now, by my fay," the king could say,
"The like was never heard tell!"
Then out it spake him Bold Arthur,
An a hearty laugh laugh he:
"I trow some may has playd the loun,
And fled her ain country."
"Bring me my steed," then cry'd the king,
"My bow and arrows keen;
I'll ride mysel to good green wood,
An see what's to be seen."
"An't please your grace," said Bold Arthur,
"My liege, I'll gang you wi,
An try to fin a little foot-page,
That's strayd awa frae me."
O they've hunted i the good green wood
The buck but an the rae,
An they drew near Brown Robin's bowr,
About the close of day.
Then out it spake the king in hast,
Says, "Arthur look an see
Gin that be no your little foot-page
That leans against yon tree."
Then Arthur took his bugle-horn,
An blew a blast sae shrill;
Sweet Willy started at the sound,
An ran him quickly till.
"O wanted ye your meat, Willy?
Or wanted ye your fee?
Or gat ye ever an angry word,
That ye ran awa frae me?"
"I wanted nought, my master dear;
To me ye ay was good;
I came but to see my ae brother,
That wons in this green wood."
Then out it spake the king again,
Says, "Bonny boy, tell to me,
Wha lives into yon bigly bowr,
Stands by yon green oak tree?"
"Oh, pardon me," says Sweet Willie,
"My liege, I dare no tell;
An I pray you go no near that bowr,
For fear they do you fell."
"Oh, haud your tongue, my bonny boy,
For I winna be said nay;
But I will gang that bowr within,
Betide me weal or wae."
They've lighted off their milk-white steeds,
An saftly enterd in,
And there they saw her White Lilly,
Nursing her bonny young son.
"Now, by the rood," the king coud say,
"This is a comely sight;
I trow, instead of a forrester's man,
This is a lady bright!"
Then out it spake her, Rose the Red,
An fell low down on her knee:
"Oh, pardon us, my gracious liege,
An our story I'll tell thee.
"Our father was a wealthy lord,
That wond in Barnsdale;
But we had a wicked step-mother,
That wrought us meickle bale.
"Yet she had twa as fu fair sons
As ever the sun did see,
An the tane of them lood my sister dear,
An the tother said he lood me."
Then out it spake him Bold Arthur,
As by the king he stood:
"Now, by the faith o my body,
This shoud be Rose the Red!"
Then in it came him Brown Robin,
Frae hunting O the deer;
But whan he saw the king was there,
He started back for fear.
The king has taen him by the hand,
An bide him naithing dread;
Says, "Ye maun leave the good greenwood,
Come to the court wi speed."
Then up he took White Lilly's son,
An set him on his knee;
Says - "Gin ye live to wield a bran,
My bowman ye sall bee."
The king he sent for robes of green,
An girdles o shinning gold;
He gart the ladies be arrayd
Most comely to behold.
They've done them unto Mary kirk,
An there gat fair wedding,
An fan the news spread oer the lan,
For joy the bells did ring.
Then out it spake her Rose the Red,
An a hearty laugh laugh she:
"I wonder what would our step-dame say,
Gin she his sight did see!"
From the Jamieson-Brown MS., originally written out by Mrs. Brown
in 1783: Sir Waiter made changes in THE BORDER MINSTRELSY. The
ballad is clearly a composite affair. Robert Chambers regarded
Mrs. Brown as the Mrs. Harris of ballad lore, but Mr. Norval
Clyne's reply was absolutely crushing and satisfactory. - from A
Collection of Ballads by Andrew Lang
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(Traditional)
Rose, rose, rose, rose
Will I ever see thee red?
I will marry at thy will sire
At thy will
Love, love, love, love
In this world the word is love
Love thy neighbor as thy brother
Love, love, love
Peace, peace, peace peace
Will I ever see it come
I will wait for ever and ever
Peace, peace, peace
Ding dong, ding dong
Wedding bells on an April morn
Carve your name on a moss covered stone
On a moss covered stone
(German)
He yo Spahn den wagon an
Sie der wind treibt regen ubers land
Holdie golden garben
Holdie golden garben
He yo yea
Recorded by Tommy Makem on "The Best of
the Clancy Bros. And Tommy Makem".
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(G) C - / F C F / G - / F C G C /
C F / C F / C - / F C G C
I've traveled all over this world
And now to another I go
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
Chorus:
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
When I'm dead and laid out on the counter
A voice you will hear from below
Saying send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Bow
Then get a half dozen stout fellas
And stack them all up in a row
Let them drink outta half-gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
Then get this half dozen stout fellas
And let them all stagger and go
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
Then get ye a couple of bottles
Put one at me head and me toe
With a diamond ring scratch upon it
The name of old Rosin the Bow
I hear that old tyrant approaching
That cruel remorseless old foe
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old the Rosin the Bow
American Ballads and Folk Songs, Lomax
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I'll eat when I'm hungry,
I'll drink when I'm dry,
If the hard times don't kill me,
I'll lay down and die.
Rye whisky, rye whisky,
Rye whisky, I cry,
If you don't give me rye whisky,
I surely will die.
I'll tune up my fiddle,
And I'll rosin my bow,
I'll make myself welcome,
Wherever I go.
Beefsteak when I'm hungry,
Red liquor when I'm dry,
Greenbacks when I'm hard up,
And religion when I die.
They say I drink whisky,
My money's my own;
All them that don't like me,
Can leave me alone.
Sometimes I drink whisky,
Sometimes I drink rum,
Sometimes I drink brandy,
At other times none.
But if I get boozy,
My whisky's my own,
And them that don't like me,
Can leave me alone.
Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds,
I know you of old,
You've robbed my poor pockets
Of silver and gold.
Oh, whisky, you villain,
You've been my downfall,
You've kicked me, you've cuffed me,
But I love you for all.
If the ocean was whisky,
And I was a duck,
I'd dive to the bottom
To get one sweet suck.
But the ocean ain't whisky
And I ain't a duck,
So we'll round up the cattle
And then we'll get drunk.
My foot's in my stirrup,
My bridle's in my hand,
I'm leaving sweet Lillie,
The fairest in the land.
Her parents don't like me,
They say I'm too poor;
They say I'm unworthy
To enter her door.
Sweet milk when I'm hungry,
Rye whisky when I'm dry,
If a tree don't fall on me,
I'll live till I die.
I'll buy my own whisky,
I'll make my own stew,
If I get drunk, madam,
It's nothing to you.
I'll drink my own whisky,
I'll drink my own wine,
Some ten thousand bottles
I've killed in my time.
I've no wife to quarrel
No babies to bawl;
The best way of living
Is no wife at all.
Way up on Clinch Mountain
I wander alone,
I'm as drunk as the devil,
Oh, let me alone.
You may boast of your knowledge
An' brag of your sense,
'Twill all be forgotten
A hundred years hence.
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