Bold Sir Robin

-Monty Python

"Bravely bold Sir Robin
Brought forth from Camelot
He was not afraid to die
Brave, bold Sir Robin
He was not at all afraid
To be killed in nasty ways
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin....
He was not in the least bit scared
To be mashed into a pulp
Or to have his eyes gouged out
And his elbows broken
To have his kneecaps split
And his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled
Brave Sir Robin.....
His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burnt up
And his penis ....."
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Bonnie Bonnie Banks of the Virgio
Cruel Brother

Traditional (so far as I know)
Child poem

Three sisters walked out one fine day,
All the lee and the lonely-o,
Met a robber on the way,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of the Virgio.

He took the first one by the hand,
All the lee and the lonely-o,
He whipped her 'round and he made her stand,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of the Virgio.

Oh, will you be a robber's wife,
All the lee and the lonely-o,
Or will you die by my pen-knife,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of the Virgio.

Oh, I'll not be a robber's wife,
All the lee and the lonely-o,
And so I'll die by your pen-knife,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of the Virgio.

And so he took his wee pen-knife,
All the lee and the lonely-o,
And there he took her own dear life,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of the Virgio.

(- Repeat for second sister. -)

(- Then, repeat for Third, until her answer, which is below. -)

Oh, I'll not be a robber's wife,
All the lee and the lonely-o,
And I'll not die by your pen-knife.
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of the Virgio.

For you have killed my sisters dear,
All the lee and the lonely-o,
You would na' have done that if me brother was here,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of the Virgio.

Oh, tell me what does your brother do,
All the lee and the lonely-o,
Why, he's a robber just like you.
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of the Virgio.

Oh, my God, what have I done,
All the lee and the lonely-o,
I've killed my sisters, all save one,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of the Virgio.

And so he took his wee pen-knife,
All the lee and the lonely-o,
And there he took his own dear life,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of the Virgio.
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The Bonnie Earl Of Moray

-Traditional
http://www.contemplator.com/folk4/moray.html

Ye Hielan's an' ye Lowlan's
Oh, where have ye been
They hae slain the Earl of Moray

And lain him on the green
He was a braw gallant
And he rode at the ring

An' the bonnie Earl of Moray
Oh, he micht hae been the king!
Oh, lang may his lady
Look frae the castle Doune

Ere she see the Earl of Moray
Come soundin' through the toun

Now way be to thee, Huntly
And wherefore did ye sae?
I bade you bring him wi' you
But forbade you him to slay

He was a braw gallant
And he play'd at the ball
An' the Bonnie Earl of Moray
Was a flower amang them all

Lang may his lady
Look from the Castle Doune
Ere she see the Earl of Moray
Come soundin' through the toun

Ye Hielan's and ye Lowlan's
Oh where hae ye been?
They have slain the Earl of Moray
An' laid him on the green

He was a braw gallant
And he rode at the gluve
An' the Bonnie Earl of Moray
Oh, he was the Queens' true love

Lang will his lady
Look frae the Castle Doune
Ere she see the Earl of Moray
Come soundin' through the toun
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Bonnie George Campbell

-Traditional(so far as I know)
Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (1863-1944) The Oxford Book of Ballads 1910
http://www.bartleby.com/243/96.html

High upon the Hielands and laigh upon the Tay
Bonnie George Campbell rode out on a day
Saddled and bridled and gallant rode he
Home came his guid horse, but never came he

Oot came his mother dear greetin' fo'sair
Oot came his bonnie wife reivin' her hair
My meadow lies green and the corn is unshorn
My barn is to build and my baby's unborn

Saddled and bridled and booted rode he
A plume in his bonnet, a sword at his knee
But to hame came his saddle all bloody to see
Hame came his guid horse but never came he
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The Bonny Earl of Murray

Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (1863–1944). The Oxford Book of Ballads. 1910.
http://www.bartleby.com/243/95.html

Ye Hielands and ye lowlands,
Oh, where hae ye been?
They have slain the Earl of Murray,

And they laid him on the green
They have slain the Earl of Murray,
And they laid him on the green.

Now woe be to thee, Huntley!
And wherefore did you say?
I bade you bring him wi’ you,

But forbade you him to slay.
I bade you bring him wi’ you,
But forbade you him to slay.

He was a braw gallant,
And he rode at the ring;
And the bonny Earl of Murray,

Oh, he might have been a king.
And the bonny Earl of Murray,
Oh, he might have been a king.

He was a graw gallant,
And he play’d at the ba’;
And the bonny Earl of Murray

Was the flower among them a’.
And the bonny Earl of Murray
Was the flower among them a’.

He was a braw gallant,
And he play’s at the glove;
And the bonny Earl of Murray,

Oh, he was the Queen’s love.
And the bonny Earl of Murray,
Oh, he was the Queen’s love.

Oh! Long will his lady
Look o’er the castle down
Ere she see the Earl of Murray

Come sounding through the town.
Ere she see the Earl of Murray
Come sounding through the town.
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Bonny Green Osireo (The Cruel Mother)

-Traditional

She's leaned her back against an oak
All alone in the Lailey O'

She's pushed, and she's pushed till her backs near broke
Down in the bonny green Osireo
She's leaned her head against a thorn
All alone in the lailey O'

The two bonniest babes that ever were born
Down in the bonny green Osireo
She's gone back to her fathers castle hall
All alone in the lailey O'

She was the smallest maid of them all
Down in the bonny green Osireo
She looks over her father's castle wall
All alone in the lailey O'

She sees two babes a' playin' at the ball
Down in the bonny green Osireo
Oh bonny babes if you were mine
All alone in the lailey O'

I'd give you bread, and I'd give you wine
Down in the bonny green Osireo
Mother Dear Mother, when we were thine
All alone in the lailey O'

Around our necks you pulled the twine
Down in the bonny green Osireo
Now we are in the heaven so High
All alone in the lailey O'

And in hells fires you shall die
Down in the bonny green Osireo
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BOOK OF INVASIONS

BY DONN PADRAIG McMATHUIN, A.S. 27
removed by authors request

Bonny James Camble

High up in the highlands along the sweet Tay,
Bonny James Camble rode out one day,
Saddled and bridled and gallant rode he,
Home came his good horse,
But never came he.

Harmony

Down came his mother dear,
Weeping for son,
Down came his bonny bride,
Grieving the dead.
The meadow lies green, the corn is unshorn,
And Bonny James Camble will never return,
Sadder and sadder the heart of mine breaking,
Over and over I hear thee wind keening.
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Bonny Ship the Diamond

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

The diamond is a ship, my lads, for the Davis Strait she’s bound,
And the quay it is all garnished with bonny lasses ‘round;
Captain Thompson gives the order to sail the ocean wide,

Where the sun it never sets, my lads, no darkness dims the sky,

Chorus

So it’s cheer up my lads, let your hearts never fail,
While the bonny ship, the Diamond, goes a fishing for the whale.
Along the quay at Peterhead, the lasses stand aroon,
Wi’ their shawls all pulled around them and the salt tears runnin’ doon;
Don’t you weep, my bonny lass, though you be left behind,
For the rose will grow on Greenland’s ice before we change our mind.

Chorus

Hear’s a health to the Resolution, likewise the Eliza Swan,
Here’s a health to the Battler of Montrose and the Diamond, ship of fame;
We wear the trouser o’ the white and the jackets o’ the blue,
When we return to Peterhead, we’ll hae sweethearts anoo,

Chorus

It’ll be bricht both day and nicht when the Greenland lads come hame,
Wi’ a ship that’s fu’ of oil, my lands, and money to our name;
We’ll make the cradles for to rock and the blankets for to tear,
And every lass in Peterhead sing "Hush a bye, my dear"

Chorus
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Boot to the Head

WE WILL SING YOU A LITTLE SONG
ABOUT THE THINGS THAT PISS US OFF.
LIKE WHEN THE CHIRURGEON WHEN HE SAYS TO YOU,
PLEASE TURN YOUR HEAD AND COUGH.

IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA
IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

HEY YOUR FINGERS ARE COLD.
IT'S A PROCTOLOGICAL BOOT TO THE HEAD.
SOMEONE ARMORING AT SIX A.M.
WHILE YOUR TRYING TO SLEEP
A SAXON SCREAMING PAST YOUR TENT,
A NUDE CHASING DOWN HIS SHEEP.
NEEDS A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

YOUR LOOKING A LITTLE CROOKED THERE DUDE.
IT'S A SHEEPISH BOOT TO THE HEAD.
HAVING TO FIGHT A BELATRIX
WITH NOTHING BUT A SHIELD AND STICK

YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE GONNA DIE.
YOU'RE GOING TO STEP ON YOUR OUCH!!!
BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

GOOD MORNING YOUR GRACE, OUGH
A SNAP-BLOW, BOOT TO THE HEAD.

RUNNING OUT OF WHISKEY
OVERLY EXPENSIVE BEER
UNDER-AGERS WHO ARE FRISKY
AND MOSQUITOES WHO KNOW NO FEAR.

COLUSA, BOOT TO THE HEAD
IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD.

NEGLECTING TO BRING YOUR SLEEPING BAG
AND THE NANOXINAL NINE.
FORGETTING THINGS IS SUCH A DRAG,
LIKE THE TOILET PAPER YOU CAN'T FIND.
HERE IT COMES, A BOOT TO THE HEAD

IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD.

DARK IN HERE,
IT'S A PRIVY COUNCIL BOOT TO THE HEAD.
FINDING YOUR CUP IN THE ICE CHEST
AND NO PADDING IN YOUR HELM
PITCHING THE TENT NEAR A SONGBIRDS NEST
GOT THE CAMERA NOW WHERE'S THE DAMN FILM

IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA
IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

KICK EM TIL HE'S DEAD
IT'S A CAM CORDER BOOT TO THE HEAD
FREEZING COLD PRIVY SEAT,
SPIDERS THE SIZE OF A COW.
FALLING FLAT ON YOUR FACE,
WHEN YOU'RE JUST TO DAMN DRUNK TO BOW.

OH NO NOT AGAIN! BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA
IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA.

SORRY BOUT THAT, YOUR MAJESTY.
IT'S A FAUX-PAS BOOT TO THE HEAD.

WHEN THE HAMMER COMES DOWN ON THE WANG
AND YOU THINK THAT YOU HAVE BEEN KILLED.
THEN THE COINERS THEY SMILE AND THEY SAY TO YOU
"YOU'RE TOO STUPID TO JOIN OUR GUILD."

I TINK, IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA
IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

PUT YOUR WHEENIE ON THE ANVIL,
A BALL PEEN BOOT TO THE HEAD.
WHEN THE MUD EATS YOUR TRUCK,
CAN'T WE GET A DRY SITE?

THE TIMES WHEN YOU'RE JUST OUT OF LUCK
AND YOU GOTTA SLEEP ALONE AT NIGHT.
IT'S A CELIBATE BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

vamp
WAKING UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
WITH NINE NAKED STRANGERS IN YOUR TENT.
GOING OUT TO THE DUCAL PRIZE WITH THE
MONEY THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE THE RENT.

OOPS, IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA
IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

CAN I STAY AT YOUR PLACE,
I NEED A BIG CARDBOARD BOX.
IT'S A HOMELESS BOOT TO THE HEAD
DRINKING JALAPANO BOOZE

FIGHTING FOR CAID
BEING BERMALO PURSUED
AND SOMEONE BOGARTING THE MEAD
IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

HERE, HAVE SOME BUD LITE INSTEAD
IT'S AN INSULTING BOOT TO THE HEAD.
WEARING WOOL AT A HOT EVENT
HEARING YOUR NAME IN A SONG

STEW THAT SETTLES LIKE CEMENT
AND COURTS THAT ARE TOO DAMN LONG
AREN'T THEY ALWAYS? BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

WE WILL NOW READ THE ENTIRE ORDER OF PRECEDENCE
WHEN THE BARDS ARE PLAYING HARD
TO ENTERTAIN THE HEATHEN ALL NIGHT
AND SOMEBODY COMES UP WITH THE BOOZE
AND IT TURNS OUT TO BE BUD LITE

UUUCK!!!! IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA
HEY, WAIT A MINUTE, MICHAEL GARWULF, BOOT TO THE HEAD.

IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD.
TRYING TO CHOOSE A PERSONA

SOMEONE A BIT LIKE YOURSELF
BUT FLEEG WILL CAUSE YOU TO ASK
HEY MAN, CAN I BE AN ELF.

IT'S A D&D BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA
IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

NO, WE DON'T DO TOLKEN HERE
YOU NEED A BOOT TO THE HEAD

FINDING A NAME THAT HAS SOME VOWELS
JUST THE RIGHT ONE FOR YOU
"IT'S IRISH AND I THINK IT’S COOL
WHY I CAN'T BE PETER O'TOOL"
IT'S A GAELIC BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

THE MAN WITH THE REDUNDANT NAME
YO PETE, BOOT TO THE HEAD.
PEOPLE WHO TELL YOU FORSOOTHELY
IT'S WAY BEFORE NOON, OH MY HEAD,
AND SMALLS IN THE NEXT CAMP SCREAMING
I CAN'T ASK MY MOM, SHE'S IN BED

SHUT UP! IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

THIS IS THE EIGHT O'CLOCK SHOUT
WHERE'S THE DUCT TAPE? BOOT TO THE HEAD
A DRUM POUNDING THE SAME BAD BEAT
HOUR AFTER HOUR ALL DAY

ALL THOSE WHO SING IN AN OFF KEY
AND DON'T KNOW THE TUNE'S GONE ASTRAY
TAKE A POUNDING, BOOT TO THE HEAD NA NA
THEY NEED A BOOT TO THE HEAD NA NA

PUT A COVER ON THE BUCKET
IT'S AN ANACIN IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD.
FINDING A NAME THAT HAS SOME VOWELS
JUST THE RIGHT ONE FOR YOU

"IT'S IRISH AND I THINK IT'S COOL
WHY I CAN'T BE PETER O'TOOL"
IT'S A GAELIC BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA
IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

THE MAN WITH THE REDUNDANT NAME
YO PETE BOOT TO THE HEAD.
PEOPLE WHO TELL YOU FORSOOTHELY

IT'S WAY BEFORE NOON, OH MY HEAD,
AND SMALLS IN THE NEXT CAMP SCREAMING
I CAN'T ASK MY MOM, SHE'S IN BED
SHUT UP! IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA

IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA
-THIS IS THE EIGHT O'CLOCK SHOUT
WHERE'S THE DUCT TAPE? BOOT TO THE HEAD
A DRUM POUNDING THE SAME BAD BEAT
HOUR AFTER HOUR ALL DAY

ALL THOSE WHO SING IN AN OFF KEY
AND DON'T KNOW THE TUNE'S GONE ASTRAY
TAKE A POUNDING BOOT TO THE HEAD NA NA
THEY NEED A BOOT TO THE HEAD NA NA

PUT A COVER ON THE BUCKET BOOT TO THE HEAD
IT'S AN ANACIN IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD.
LYING FLAT ON THE FREEWAY
ANA5TACIA THEN COMES ALONG
NOW I AM AN SCA PET

BUT I DON'T ALWAYS GET TO COME ALONG
(IT'S TOO HOT!) BOOT TO THE HEAD, NA NA

IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD, NA NA
I WISH I HAD A MIND OF MY OWN AGAIN
IT'S A ROAD KILL BOOT TO THE HEAD.
SINGING LATE AT SEAN'S BARDIC
THE CONSTABLES DO COME ALONG
THEY TELL US NOT TO GET EXCITED,
BUT BEERSLAYER'S SINGING ONE OF HIS SONG'S

IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. SHH - SHH
IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. SHH - SHH

WE MIGHT AS WELL ALL BE DEAD!
IT'S A CONSTABULARY BOOT TO THE HEAD.
PUTTING UP A PAVILION,

I HEARD IT COULD BE LOTS OF FUN.
BUT WHEN YOU'RE HELPING CLAN DARKCLAW
WHEN ANASTACIA'S MAD YOU BETTER RUN.
IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA, NA

IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD, NA, NA
BETTER STAY OUT OF HER WAY
IT'S A PAVILION ERECTION BOOT TO THE HEAD.
THE SONG MAY SEEM TO OVER

THE VERSE MAY SEEM TO BE GONE
AH FEAR NOT THOUGH FOR THERE WILL BE
MORE ADDED TO THIS BEFORE LONG

ABOUT YOU IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA
IT'S A BOOT TO THE HEAD. NA NA
THE BARDS ARE WATCHING YOU,
YOU'RE GONNA GET A BOOT TO THE HEAD.
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Boozin in the Glen

How many foes must a warrior mow down before he proves he's a man?
How many newbies must a white belt fall before he's knocked to the sand?
How many strikes must a rhino shrug off before they admit that one lands?

CHORUS: To tell you the truth my friend
I really do not cain, cuz
I'm busy boozin' in the glen.

How many times must a site be dry but still require a fee?
How many times must a bard protest that wasn't me in the "yonder lee"?
How many gallons must Beerslayer hose before he flows to the sea?

CHORUS: To tell you the truth my friend
I really do not cain, cuz
I'm busy boozin' in the glen.

How many times must a man look up before he gets bombed in the eye?
How many years does one moron need before he understands bugger off and die?
How many folks will get puking drunk tonight while veterans just shake their heads and sigh?

CHORUS: To tell you the truth my friend
I really do not cain, cuz
I'm busy boozin' in the glen.
To tell you the truth my friend
I really do not cain, cuz
I'm busy boozin' in the glen.

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Boulavogue

By P.J. McCall
Midi and sheet http://sniff.numachi.com/~rickheit/dtrad/lookup.cgi?ti=BOULVOGE&tt=BOULVOGE

At Boulavogue, as the sun was setting
O’er the bright May meadows of Shalmaleer
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought the neighbors from far and near.

Then Father Murphy, from old Kilcormac,
Spurred up the rocks with a warning cry.
"Arm, Arm." He cried, "For I’ve come to lead you
For Ireland’s freedom we’ll fight or die."

He leads us on ‘gains the coming soldiers,
The cowardly yowmen we put to flight.
‘Twas at the Hara, the boys of Wexford showed
Bougie’s regiment old men could fight.

Look out for hirelings King George of England,
Search every Kingdom that breeds a slave
For Father Murphy, from County Wexford,
Sweeps o’er the land like a mighty wave.

At Vinegar Hill o’er the Pleasant Slane,
Our heroes banely stood back to back.
And the Youls at Tulla took Father Murphy
And burned his body upon the rack.

God grant you glory Father Murphy
And open heaven to all your men,
For the cause that called you,
May call tomorrow in another fight for the green again.
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