SOme songs now use a two column layout and all are centered
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\begin{center}
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\textit{[Chorus] \\
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Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog, \\
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It's all for me beer and tobacco. \\
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For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin, \\
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Far across the western ocean I must wander. \\ }
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Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots, \\
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They're all gone for beer and tobacco. \\
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For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about \\
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And the soles are looking out for better weather. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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Where is me shirt, me noggin', noggin' shirt, \\
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It's all gone for beer and tobacco, \\
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For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn, \\
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And the tail is looking out for better weather. \\
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~\\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed, \\
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Since first I came ashore from me slumber, \\
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For I spent all me dough on the lassies don't you know, \\
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Far across the western ocean I must wander. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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~\\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot, \\
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And never brought to mind? \\
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot, \\
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And days of auld lang syne? \\
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~\\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\
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For auld lang syne, my dear, \\
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For auld lang syne. \\
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We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, \\
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For auld lang syne. \\}
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~\\
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And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp! \\
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And surely I'll be mine! \\
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And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet, \\
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for auld lang syne. \\
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~\\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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We twa hae run about the braes \\
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And pou'd the gowans fine. \\
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We've wandered mony a weary foot, \\
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Sin' auld lang syne. \\
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~\\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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We twa hae sported i' the burn, \\
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From morning sun till dine, \\
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But seas between us braid hae roared \\
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Sin' auld lang syne. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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And ther's a hand, my trusty friend, \\
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And gie's a hand o' thine; \\
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We'll tak' a right good willie-waught, \\
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For auld lang syne. \\
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~\\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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\begin{multicols*}{2}
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\begin{center}
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\textit{[Chorus] \\
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Her eyes they shone like diamonds, \\
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you think she was queen of the land. \\
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With her hair thrown over her shoulder, \\
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tied up with a black velvet band. \\}
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~\\
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As I went walking down Broadway, \\
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not intending to stay very long, \\
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I met with this frolicksome damsel, \\
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as she came tripping along. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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A watch she took from his pocket, \\
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and slipped it right into my hand, \\
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On the very first day that I met her, \\
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bad luck to the black velvet band. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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Before the judge and jury, \\
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next morning we had to appear, \\
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A gentleman claimed his jewellery, \\
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and the case against us was clear, \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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Seven long years transportation, \\
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right down to "Van Diemen's Land" \\
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Far away from my friends and companions, \\
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betrayed by the black velvet band, \\
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~\\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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\begin{figure}[ht]
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\begin{minipage}[b]{0.45\linewidth}
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\centering
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\begin{multicols*}{2}
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\begin{center}
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Ob wir rote, gelbe Kragen \\
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Helme oder Hüte tragen \\
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Stiefel tragen oder Schuh \\
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Oder ob wir Röcke nähen \\
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Und zu Schuhen Drähte drehen \\
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Das tut, das tut nichts dazu. \\
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~\\
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Ob wir können präsidieren, \\
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Oder müssen Akten schmieren \\
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Ohne Rast und ohne Ruh \\
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Ob wir just Kollegia lesen \\
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Oder aber binden Besen \\
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Das tut, das tut nichts dazu. \\
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~\\
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Ob wir stolz zu Rosse reiten, \\
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Oder ob zu Fuß wir schreiten, \\
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Fürbaß unser'm Ziele zu. \\
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Ob uns Kreuze vorne schmücken \\
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Oder Kreuze hinten drücken, \\
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Das tut, das tut nichts dazu. \\
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\end{minipage}
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\hspace{0.5cm}
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\begin{minipage}[b]{0.45\linewidth}
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\centering
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~\\
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Aber ob wir Neues bauen \\
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Oder Altes nur verdauen \\
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Wie das Gras verdaut die Kuh \\
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Ob wir in der Welt was schaffen \\
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Oder nur die Welt begaffen \\
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Das tut, das tut was dazu \\
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Ob im Kopfe etwas Grütze \\
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Und im Herzen Licht und Hitze \\
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Daß es brennt in einem Nu \\
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Oder ob wir hinter Mauern \\
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Im dunkeln träge kauern, \\
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Das tut, das tut was dazu \\
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~\\
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Ob wir rüstig und geschäftig \\
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Wo es gilt zu wirken kräftig \\
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Immer tapfer greifen zu \\
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Oder ob wir schläfrig denken \\
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Gott wird's wohl im Schlafe schenken \\
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Das tut, das tut was dazu! \\
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~\\
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Drum, ihr Bürger, drum, ihr Brüder \\
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Alle eines Bundes Glieder \\
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Was auch jeder von uns tu! \\
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Alle, die dies Lied gesungen, \\
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So die Alten, wie die Jungen, \\
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Tun wir, tun wir was dazu. \\
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\end{minipage}
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\end{figure}
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\begin{multicols*}{2}
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\begin{center}
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\textit{[Chorus] \\
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Way-hey up she rises \\
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Way-hey up she rises \\
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Way-hey up she rises \\
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Earl-eye in the morning! \\}
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\textit{
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What shall we do with a drunken sailor? \\
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What shall we do with a drunken sailor? \\
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What shall we do with a drunken sailor? \\
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Earl-eye in the morning? \\}
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Put him in a long-boat till he's sober \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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Keep him there and make 'im bale 'er. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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Trice him up in a runnin' bowline. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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Take 'im and shake 'im and try an' wake i'm. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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Shave his belly with a rusty razor. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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Put him in the guard room till he gets sober. \\
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Put him in the guard room till he's sober. \\
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Way-hey up she rises \\
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Way-hey up she rises \\
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Way-hey up she rises \\
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Earl-eye in the morning! \\
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~\\
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That's what we do with a drunken sailor \\
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That's what we do with a drunken sailor \\
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That's what we do with a drunken sailor \\
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Earl-eye in the morning! \\
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\begin{center}
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Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street \\
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A gentle Irishman, mighty odd; \\
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He had a brogue both rich and sweet \\
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With a love for the liquor he was born \\
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And to help on with is work each day \\
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He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\
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Whack fol the dah O, dance to your partner \\
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Whirl the floor, your trotters shake; \\
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Wasn't it the truth I told you \\
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Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake! \\}
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One mornin' Tim was feelin' foul \\
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His head was heavy and it made him shake; \\
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He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull \\
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And laid him out upon the bed, \\
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A gallon of whiskey at his feet \\
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and a barrel of porter at his head. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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His friends assembled at the wake \\
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And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch, \\
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First they brought in tea and cake \\
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"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see? \\
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O Tim, mavourneed, why did you die?" \\
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"Hold your gob," said Paddy McGee! \\
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Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job \\
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"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong I'm sure" \\
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Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob \\
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It was woman to woman and man to man \\
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Shillelagh law was all the rage \\
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And a row and a ruccus soon began. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head \\
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When a noggin of whiskey flew at him \\
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It missed, and falling on the bed \\
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Tim Finnegan rising from the bed, \\
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Says, "Whirl your whiskey round like blazes \\
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d'anam don diabhal!* Do you think I'm dead?" \\
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*"Your soul to the devil! (spoken: Danum un deel)"
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As down the glen one Easter morn \\
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To a city fair rode I \\
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There armed lines of marching men \\
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Did sound it's dread tatoo \\
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But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell \\
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Rang out through the foggy dew \\
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Right proudly high over Dublin Town \\
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They hung out the flag of war \\
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'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky \\
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Strong men came hurrying through \\
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While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns \\
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Sailed in through the foggy dew \\
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'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go \\
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That small nations might be free \\
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But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves \\
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But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves \\
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Or the shore of the Great North Sea \\
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Oh, had they died by Pearse's side \\
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Or fought with Cathal Brugha \\
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Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep \\
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'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew \\
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But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell \\
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Rang mournfully and clear \\
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For those who died that Eastertide \\
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At those fearless men, but few \\
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Who bore the fight that freedom's light \\
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Might shine through the foggy dew \\
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Ah, back through the glen I rode again \\
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And my heart with grief was sore \\
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For I parted then with valiant men \\
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Whom I never shall see more \\
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Whom I never shall see no more \\
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But to and fro in my dreams I go \\
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And I'd kneel and pray for you, \\
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For slavery fled, O glorious dead, \\
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When you fell in the foggy dew \\
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\begin{center}
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I'm a rover and seldom sober \\
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I'm a rover, o' high degree; \\
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And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking \\
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How to gain my love's company. \\
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Though the night be dark as dungeon \\
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No' a star to be seen above, \\
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I will be guided without a stumble \\
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Into the arms o' my ain true love. \\
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He steppit up to her bedroom window, \\
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Kneelin' gently upon a stone; \\
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He rappit at her bedroom-window \\
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"Darlin' dear, do you lie alone?" \\
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She raised her head on her snow-white pillow \\
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Wi' her arms aboot her breast, \\
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"Wha' is that at my bedroom window \\
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Disturbin' me at my long night's rest?" \\
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"It's only me, your ain true lover, \\
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Open the door and let me in. \\
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For I have come on a long journey, \\
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And I'm near drenched to the skin." \\
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She opened the door wi' the greatest pleasure, \\
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She opened the door and let him in, \\
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They baith shook hands and embraced each other \\
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Until the mornin' they lay as one. \\
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The cocks were crawin', the birds were whistlin' \\
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The burns they ran free abune the brae; \\
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"Remember, lass, I'm a ploughman laddie \\
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And the farmer I must obey." \\
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"Noo, my lass, I must gang and leave thee \\
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And though the hills they are high above, \\
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I will climb them wi' greater pleasure \\
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Since I been in the arms o' my love. \\
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On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six \\
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We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork \\
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We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks \\
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And oh, how the wild winds drove her. \\
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She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts \\
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And we called her the Irish Rover. \\
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We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags \\
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We had two million barrels of stones \\
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We had three million sides of old blind horses hides, \\
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Seven million barrels of porter. \\
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We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails, \\
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In the hold of the Irish Rover. \\
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There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute \\
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When the ladies lined up for his set \\
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He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille \\
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As he rolled the dames under and over \\
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They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance \\
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And he sailed in the Irish Rover \\
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There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee, \\
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There was Hogan from County Tyrone \\
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There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work \\
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And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover \\
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And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann \\
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Was the skipper of the Irish Rover \\
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We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out \\
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And the ship lost it's way in a fog. \\
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And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two, \\
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@ -43,3 +43,4 @@ Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock \\
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The bulkhead was turned right over \\
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Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned \\
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I'm the last of the Irish Rover \\
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\end{center}
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@ -1,11 +1,11 @@
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\begin{center}
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While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo \\
|
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While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo \\
|
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While goin' the road to sweet Athy \\
|
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A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye \\
|
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A doleful damsel I heard cry, \\
|
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Johnny I hardly knew ye. \\
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~\\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\
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With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo \\
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With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo \\
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@ -13,42 +13,43 @@ With your guns and drums and drums and guns \\
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The enemy nearly slew ye \\
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Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer \\
|
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Johnny I hardly knew ye. \\}
|
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|
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~\\
|
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Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo \\
|
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Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo \\
|
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Where are your eyes that were so mild \\
|
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When my heart you so beguiled? \\
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Why did ye skedaddle from me and the child? \\
|
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Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. \\
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|
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~\\
|
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Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo \\
|
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Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo \\
|
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Where are your legs that used to run \\
|
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When you went for to carry a gun \\
|
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Indeed your dancing days are done \\
|
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Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. \\
|
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|
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~\\
|
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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|
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~\\
|
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I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo \\
|
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I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo \\
|
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I'm happy for to see ye home \\
|
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All from the island of Ceylon \\
|
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So low in flesh, so high in bone \\
|
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Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. \\
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|
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~\\
|
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Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo \\
|
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Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo \\
|
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Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, \\
|
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Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg, \\
|
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Ye'll have to be put with a bowl to beg, \\
|
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Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. \\
|
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|
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~\\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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|
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~\\
|
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They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo \\
|
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They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo \\
|
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They're rolling out the guns again, \\
|
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But they never will take our sons again, \\
|
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No they never will take our sons again, \\
|
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Johnny I'm swearing to ye.
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\end{center}
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|
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@ -1,72 +1,73 @@
|
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|
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\begin{center}
|
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About four years ago I was digging the land \\
|
||||
With me brogues on me feet and me spade in me hand \\
|
||||
Says I to me self, what a pity to see,\\
|
||||
Such a fine strapping lad footing turf round Tralee \\
|
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|
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~\\
|
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\textit{[Chorus] \\
|
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Wid me too ra na nya with me too ra na nya, \\
|
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Wid me too ra na noo ra na noo ra na nya \\}
|
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|
||||
~\\
|
||||
Well I buttered me brogues, an shook hands with me spade, \\
|
||||
An the way down the road like a dashing young blade \\
|
||||
When up comes a sergeant an he asks me to list, \\
|
||||
'Arra, sergeant a gra, stick a bob in me fist' \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
Well here is a shilling as I got no more \\
|
||||
When you get to headquarters you'll get half a score \\
|
||||
And a quick strucking mean said the sergeant good bye \\
|
||||
You'd not wish to be quarted neither would die \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
Now the first thing they gave me it was a red coat, \\
|
||||
With a wide strap of leather to tie round me throat \\
|
||||
And the next thing they gave me I asked what was that, \\
|
||||
And they told me it was a cockade for me hat \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
An' the next thing they gave me they called it a gun \\
|
||||
With powder an ball an' a place for me thumb \\
|
||||
Well first she spat fire and then she spewed smoke, \\
|
||||
She gave a great leap and me shoulder near broke \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
Well the first place they sent me was down to the sea, \\
|
||||
On the board of a warship bound for the Crimea \\
|
||||
Three sticks in the middle all rowled round with sheets, \\
|
||||
Lord, she walked on the water without any feet \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
When at Balaclava we landed quite sound, \\
|
||||
Cold, wet and hungry we lay on the ground \\
|
||||
Next morning for action the bugle did call, \\
|
||||
And we had a hot breakfast of powder and ball \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
Well we fought at the Alma, likewise Inkermann, \\
|
||||
But the Russians they whaled us at the Redan \\
|
||||
In scalin' the walls there meself lost an eye, \\
|
||||
And a big Russian bullet ran off with me thigh \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
Well 'tis off there we lay stretched upon the cold ground, \\
|
||||
'Twas heads, legs and arms were all scattered around \\
|
||||
Says I, If me mam and me claveens were nigh, \\
|
||||
So they'd bury me decent and gave a loud cry \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
Well they brought me a doctor and he soon staunched wi' blood, \\
|
||||
And he made me a great elegant leg made of wood \\
|
||||
They gave me a medal and ten pence a day, \\
|
||||
So contented with Sheila, I'll live on half pay \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
|
||||
\end{center}
|
||||
|
||||
@ -1,54 +1,57 @@
|
||||
|
||||
\begin{multicols*}{2}
|
||||
\begin{center}
|
||||
Farewell ye dungeons, dark and strong. \\
|
||||
Farewell, farewell to thee. \\
|
||||
MacPherson's time will no be long \\
|
||||
On yonder gallows tree. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\
|
||||
So ranting, so wontonly, \\
|
||||
So dauntingly gaed he; \\
|
||||
He played a tune, and he danced it roun' \\
|
||||
About the gallows tree. \\}
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
It was by a woman's treacherous hand \\
|
||||
That I was condemned to dee. \\
|
||||
By a ledge at a window she stood, \\
|
||||
And a blanket she threw o'er me. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
The Laird o' Grant, that Highland Saint, \\
|
||||
That first layed hands on me. \\
|
||||
He played the cause on Peter Broon \\
|
||||
To let MacPherson dee. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
Untie these bands from off my hands, \\
|
||||
And give to me my sword, \\
|
||||
An' there's no' a man in all Scotland, \\
|
||||
But I'll brave him at a word. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
There's some come here to see me hanged \\
|
||||
And some to buy my fiddle \\
|
||||
But before that I do part wi' her \\
|
||||
I'll brake her thro' the middle. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
He took the fiddle into both his hands \\
|
||||
And he broke it o'er a stone \\
|
||||
Says there's nae other hand shall play on thee \\
|
||||
When I am dead and gone. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
O, little did my mother think \\
|
||||
When she first cradled me \\
|
||||
That I would turn a rovin' boy \\
|
||||
And die on the gallows tree. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
The reprieve was a comin' o'er the brig o' Banff, \\
|
||||
To let MacPherson free; \\
|
||||
But the put the clock a quarter afore, \\
|
||||
But they put the clock a quarter afore, \\
|
||||
And hanged him to the tree. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
|
||||
\end{center}
|
||||
\end{multicols*}
|
||||
|
||||
@ -1,30 +1,31 @@
|
||||
|
||||
\begin{center}
|
||||
In Dublin's fair city, \\
|
||||
Where the girls are so pretty, \\
|
||||
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, \\
|
||||
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow, \\
|
||||
Through streets broad and narrow, \\
|
||||
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\
|
||||
Alive, alive, oh, \\
|
||||
Alive, alive, oh, \\
|
||||
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh". \\}
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
She was a fishmonger, \\
|
||||
But sure 'twas no wonder, \\
|
||||
For so were her father and mother before, \\
|
||||
And they each wheeled their barrow, \\
|
||||
Through streets broad and narrow, \\
|
||||
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
She died of a fever, \\
|
||||
And no one could save her, \\
|
||||
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone. \\
|
||||
Now her ghost wheels her barrow, \\
|
||||
Through streets broad and narrow, \\
|
||||
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
|
||||
\end{center}
|
||||
|
||||
@ -1,27 +1,28 @@
|
||||
|
||||
\begin{center}
|
||||
In the days I went a courting, I was never tired of sporting \\
|
||||
To the alehouse and the playhouse and many's the house besides, \\
|
||||
So I told me brother Seamus I'd go off and be right famous \\
|
||||
And before I'd return again I'd roam the whole world wide. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\
|
||||
So goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin, I'm sick and tired of working, \\
|
||||
No more I'll dig the praties, no longer I'll be poor. \\
|
||||
For as sure as me name is Carney \\
|
||||
I'll be off to California, where instead of digging praties \\
|
||||
I'll be digging lumps of gold. \\}
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
I've courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk, and in Killarney \\
|
||||
In Passage, and in Queenstown--that is, the Cobh of Cork. \\
|
||||
But goodbye to all this pleasure, for I'm going to take me leisure \\
|
||||
And the next time that you hear from me \\
|
||||
Will be a letter from New York. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
Goodbye to all the boys at home, I'm sailing far across the foam \\
|
||||
To try to make me fortune in far America, \\
|
||||
For there's silver there aplenty for the poor man and the gentry \\
|
||||
And when I do come back again I never more will stray. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
|
||||
\end{center}
|
||||
|
||||
@ -1,4 +1,5 @@
|
||||
|
||||
\begin{multicols*}{2}
|
||||
\begin{center}
|
||||
When boyhood's fire was in my blood \\
|
||||
I read of ancient freemen, \\
|
||||
For Greece and Rome who bravely stood, \\
|
||||
@ -7,13 +8,13 @@ And then I prayed I yet might see \\
|
||||
Our fetters rent in twain, \\
|
||||
And Ireland, long a province, be. \\
|
||||
A Nation once again! \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\
|
||||
A Nation once again, \\
|
||||
A Nation once again, \\
|
||||
And lreland, long a province, be \\
|
||||
A Nation once again! \\}
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
And from that time, through wildest woe, \\
|
||||
That hope has shone a far light, \\
|
||||
Nor could love's brightest summer glow \\
|
||||
@ -22,9 +23,9 @@ It seemed to watch above my head \\
|
||||
In forum, field and fane, \\
|
||||
Its angel voice sang round my bed, \\
|
||||
A Nation once again! \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
It whisper'd too, that freedom's ark \\
|
||||
And service high and holy, \\
|
||||
Would be profaned by feelings dark \\
|
||||
@ -33,9 +34,9 @@ For, Freedom comes from God's right hand, \\
|
||||
And needs a Godly train; \\
|
||||
And righteous men must make our land \\
|
||||
A Nation once again! \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
So, as I grew from boy to man, \\
|
||||
I bent me to that bidding \\
|
||||
My spirit of each selfish plan \\
|
||||
@ -44,5 +45,7 @@ For, thus I hoped some day to aid, \\
|
||||
Oh, can such hope be vain? \\
|
||||
When my dear country shall be made \\
|
||||
A Nation once again! \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
|
||||
\end{center}
|
||||
\end{multicols*}
|
||||
|
||||
@ -1,4 +1,4 @@
|
||||
|
||||
\begin{center}
|
||||
Of all the money that e'er I spent \\
|
||||
I've spent it in good company \\
|
||||
And all the harm that ever I did \\
|
||||
@ -7,7 +7,7 @@ And all I've done for want of wit \\
|
||||
To memory now I can't recall \\
|
||||
So fill to me the parting glass \\
|
||||
Good night and joy be with you all. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
If I had money enough to spend \\
|
||||
And leisure to sit awhile \\
|
||||
There is a fair maid in the town \\
|
||||
@ -16,7 +16,7 @@ Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips \\
|
||||
I own she has my heart beguiled \\
|
||||
So fill to me the parting glass \\
|
||||
Good night and joy be with you all. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
Oh, all the comrades that e're I had \\
|
||||
There sorry for my going away \\
|
||||
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had \\
|
||||
@ -25,3 +25,4 @@ But since it falls unto my lot \\
|
||||
That I should rise and you should not \\
|
||||
I'll gently rise and softly call \\
|
||||
Good night and joy be with you all. \\
|
||||
\end{center}
|
||||
|
||||
@ -1,35 +1,36 @@
|
||||
|
||||
\begin{center}
|
||||
"Oh! then tell me, Shawn O'Ferrall, tell me why you hurry so?" \\
|
||||
"Hush ma bouchal, hush and listen", and his cheeks were all a-glow. \\
|
||||
"I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, \\
|
||||
For the pikes must be together at the risin' of the moon". \\
|
||||
At the risin' of the moon, at the risin' of the moon, \\
|
||||
For the pikes must be together at the risin' of the moon. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
"Oh! then tell me, Shawn O'Ferrall, where the gatherin' is to be?" \\
|
||||
"In the ould spot by the river, right well known to you and me. \\
|
||||
One word more - for signal token whistle up the marchin' tune, \\
|
||||
With your pike upon your shoulder, by the risin' of the moon". \\
|
||||
By the risin' of the moon, by the risin' of the moon, \\
|
||||
With your pike upon your shoulder, by the risin' of the moon. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
Out from many a mudwall cabin eyes were watching thro' that night, \\
|
||||
Many a manly chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light. \\
|
||||
Murmurs passed along the valleys like the banshee's lonely croon, \\
|
||||
And a thousand blades were flashing at the risin' of the moon. \\
|
||||
At the risin' of the moon, at the risin' of the moon, \\
|
||||
And a thousand blades were flashing at the risin' of the moon. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
There beside the singing river that dark mass of men was seen, \\
|
||||
Far above the shining weapons hung their own beloved green. \\
|
||||
"Death to ev'ry foe and traitor! Forward! strike the marchin' tune, \\
|
||||
And hurrah, my boys, for freedom! 'Tis the risin' of the moon". \\
|
||||
'Tis the risin' of the moon, 'Tis the risin' of the moon, \\
|
||||
And hurrah my boys for freedom! 'Tis the risin' of the moon. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
Well they fought for poor old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate \\
|
||||
(Oh! what glorious pride and sorrow fill the name of Ninety-Eight). \\
|
||||
Yet, thank God, e'en still are beating hearts in manhood's burning noon, \\
|
||||
Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon! \\
|
||||
At the rising of the moon, at the risin' of the moon, \\
|
||||
Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon. \\
|
||||
\end{center}
|
||||
|
||||
@ -1,55 +1,56 @@
|
||||
|
||||
\begin{center}
|
||||
Last night as I lay dreaming, of the pleasant days gone by, \\
|
||||
My mind being bent on rambling and to Erin’s Isle I did fly. \\
|
||||
I stepped on board a vision and sailed out with a will, \\
|
||||
‘Till I gladly came to anchor at the Cross of Spancil Hill. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
Enchanted by the novelty, delighted with the scenes, \\
|
||||
Where in my early childhood, I often times have been. \\
|
||||
I thought I heard a murmur, I think I hear it still, \\
|
||||
‘Tis that little stream of water at the Cross of Spancil Hill. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
And to amuse my fancy, I lay upon the ground, \\
|
||||
Where all my school companions, in crowds assembled ’round. \\
|
||||
Some have grown to manhood, while more their graves did fill, \\
|
||||
Oh I thought we were all young again, at the Cross of Spancil Hill. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
It being on a Sabbath morning, I thought I heard a bell, \\
|
||||
O’er hills and vallies sounded, in notes that seemed to tell, \\
|
||||
That Father Dan was coming, his duty to fulfill, \\
|
||||
At the parish church of Clooney, just one mile from Spancil Hill. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
And when our duty did commence, we all knelt down in prayer, \\
|
||||
In hopes for to be ready, to climb the Golden Stair. \\
|
||||
And when back home returning, we danced with right good will, \\
|
||||
To Martin Moilens music, at the Cross of Spancil Hill. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
It being on the twenty third of June, the day before the fair, \\
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Sure Erin’s sons and daughters, they all assembled there. \\
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The young, the old, the stout and the bold, they came to sport and kill, \\
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What a curious combination, at the Fair of Spancil Hill. \\
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~\\
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I went into my old home, as every stone can tell, \\
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The old boreen was just the same, and the apple tree over the well, \\
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I miss my sister Ellen, my brothers Pat and Bill, \\
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Sure I only met my strange faces at my home in Spancil Hill. \\
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~\\
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I called to see my neighbours, to hear what they might say, \\
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The old were getting feeble, and the young ones turning grey. \\
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I met with tailor Quigley, he’s as brave as ever still, \\
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Sure he always made my breeches when I lived in Spancil Hill. \\
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~\\
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I paid a flying visit, to my first and only love, \\
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She’s as pure as any lily, and as gentle as a dove. \\
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She threw her arms around me, saying Mike I love you still, \\
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She is Mack the Rangers daughter, the Pride of Spancil Hill. \\
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~\\
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I thought I stooped to kiss her, as I did in days of yore, \\
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Says she Mike you’re only joking, as you often were before, \\
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The cock crew on the roost again, he crew both loud and shrill, \\
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And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill. \\
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~\\
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But when my vision faded, the tears came in my eyes, \\
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In hope to see that dear old spot, some day before I die. \\
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May the Joyous King of Angels, his Choicest Blessings spill, \\
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On that Glorious spot of Nature, the Cross of Spancil Hill. \\
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\end{center}
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\begin{multicols*}{2}
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\begin{center}
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Near to Bambridge Town, in the County Down \\
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One morning in July, \\
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Down a boreen green came a sweet coleen, \\
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@ -7,13 +8,13 @@ Oh, she looked so neat from her two white feet \\
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To the sheen of her nut-brown hair, \\
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Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself \\
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To make sure I was standing there \\
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~\\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\
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Oh, from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, \\
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And from Galway to Dublin Town \\
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No maid I've seen like the brown collen \\
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That I met in the County Down. \\ }
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~\\
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As she onward sped I shook my head \\
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And I gazed with a feeling quare; \\
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And I said, says I, to a passer-by, \\
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@ -22,9 +23,9 @@ Oh, he smiled at me, and with pride says he, \\
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"That's the gem of Ireland's crown, \\
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She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, \\
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She's the Star of the County Down." \\
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~\\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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~\\
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I've tavelled a bit, but never was hit \\
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Since my roving career began; \\
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But fair and square I surrended there \\
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@ -33,9 +34,9 @@ I'd a heart ot let and no tenant yet \\
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Did I meet with in shawl or gown, \\
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But in she went and I asked no rent \\
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From the Star of the County Down. \\
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~\\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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~\\
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At the crossroads fair, I'll be surely there \\
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And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes \\
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And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies \\
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@ -44,5 +45,7 @@ No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke \\
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Though with rust my plow turns brown, \\
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Till a smiling bride by my own fireside \\
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Sits the Star of the County Down. \\
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~\\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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\end{center}
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\end{multicols*}
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@ -1,59 +0,0 @@
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Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street \\
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A gentleman Irish, mighty odd; \\
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He had a brogue both rich and sweet \\
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And to rise in the world he carried a hod. \\
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Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' way \\
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With a love for the liquor he was born \\
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And to help on with is work each day \\
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He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\
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Whack fol the dah O, dance to your partner \\
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Whirl the floor, your trotters shake; \\
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Wasn't it the truth I told you \\
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Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake! \\}
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One mornin' Tim was feelin' foul \\
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His head was heavy and it made him shake; \\
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He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull \\
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And they carried him home his corpse to wake. \\
|
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They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet \\
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And laid him out upon the bed, \\
|
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A gallon of whiskey at his feet \\
|
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and a barrel of porter at his head. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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|
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His friends assembled at the wake \\
|
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And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch, \\
|
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First they brought in tea and cake \\
|
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Then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch. \\
|
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Biddy O'Brien began to bawl \\
|
||||
"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see? \\
|
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O Tim, mavourneed, why did you die?" \\
|
||||
"Hold your gob," said Paddy McGee! \\
|
||||
|
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
|
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|
||||
Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job \\
|
||||
"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong I'm sure" \\
|
||||
Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob \\
|
||||
And left her sprawlin on the floor. \\
|
||||
And then the war did soon engage \\
|
||||
It was woman to woman and man to man \\
|
||||
Shillelagh law was all the rage \\
|
||||
And a row and a ruccus soon began. \\
|
||||
|
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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
|
||||
|
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Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head \\
|
||||
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him \\
|
||||
It missed, and falling on the bed \\
|
||||
The liquor squattered over Tim! \\
|
||||
The corpse revives! See how he rises! \\
|
||||
Tim Finnegan rising from the bed, \\
|
||||
Says, "Whirl your whiskey round like blazes \\
|
||||
D'ainm an diabhal!* Do you think I'm dead?" \\
|
||||
|
||||
*"Your soul to the devil! (spoken: Thanum an Dhul)"
|
||||
@ -1,50 +1,51 @@
|
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|
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\begin{center}
|
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As I was going over Kilgarry Mountain, \\
|
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I spied Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'. \\
|
||||
I first produced me pistol, and then produced me rapier, \\
|
||||
Sayin' stand and deliver for I am your bold receiver. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
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\textit{[Chorus] \\
|
||||
Well shirigim duraham da \\
|
||||
Wack fall the daddy oh, wack fall the daddy oh \\
|
||||
There's whiskey in the jar. \\}
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
He counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny, \\
|
||||
I put it in me pocket, and I took it home to Jenny. \\
|
||||
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me. \\
|
||||
But the devil take the women for the always lie so easy. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber, \\
|
||||
To dream of gold and girls and of course it was no wonder, \\
|
||||
Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water. \\
|
||||
Called on Captain Farrell to get ready for the slaughter. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
Next morning early before I rose to travel, \\
|
||||
There came a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell \\
|
||||
I goes to draw me pistol for she'd stole away my rapier, \\
|
||||
But a prisoner I was taken, I couldn't shoot the water. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
They put me into jail with a judge all a writin' \\
|
||||
For robbin' Captain Farrel on Kilgary Moutnain. \\
|
||||
But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down, \\
|
||||
And bid a farewell to this tightfisted town. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
I'd like to find me brother, the one that's in the army, \\
|
||||
I don't know where he's stationed, in Cork or in Killarney. \\
|
||||
Together we'd go roving o'er the mountains of Killkenney \\
|
||||
And I swear he'd treat me better than darling sporting Jenny. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
There's some takes delight in the carriages and rolling, \\
|
||||
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bowlin' \\
|
||||
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley, \\
|
||||
Counting pretty maids in the morning oh so early. \\
|
||||
\end{center}
|
||||
|
||||
@ -1,32 +1,35 @@
|
||||
|
||||
\begin{multicols*}{2}
|
||||
\begin{center}
|
||||
I've been a wild rover for many a year \\
|
||||
And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer, \\
|
||||
And now I'm returning with gold and great store \\
|
||||
And I never will play the wild rover no more \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\
|
||||
And it's no, nay, never \\
|
||||
No nay never no more \\
|
||||
Will I play the wild rover \\
|
||||
No never no more. \\ }
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
I went to an ale-house I used to frequent \\
|
||||
And I told the landlady me money was spent. \\
|
||||
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay \\
|
||||
Such a custom as yours I could have any day." \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
I took from my pocket ten soverigns bright \\
|
||||
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight. \\
|
||||
She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best \\
|
||||
And the words that I spoke were only in jest." \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done \\
|
||||
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son. \\
|
||||
And if they forgive me as oftimes before \\
|
||||
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more. \\
|
||||
|
||||
~\\
|
||||
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
|
||||
\end{center}
|
||||
\end{multicols*}
|
||||
|
||||
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|
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|
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\setlength{\columnseprule}{0.2pt}
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\hypersetup
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bookmarks=true, % show bookmarks bar?
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\usepackage{geometry}
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\usepackage{xmpincl}
|
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\usepackage{hyperref}
|
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\usepackage{multicol}
|
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|
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\input{revision.tex}
|
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\input{settings.tex}
|
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|
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