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\textit{[Chorus] \\
Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog, \\
It's all for me beer and tobacco. \\
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin, \\
Far across the western ocean I must wander. \\ }
Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots, \\
They're all gone for beer and tobacco. \\
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about \\
And the soles are looking out for better weather. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
Where is me shirt, me noggin', noggin' shirt, \\
It's all gone for beer and tobacco, \\
For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn, \\
And the tail is looking out for better weather. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed, \\
Since first I came ashore from me slumber, \\
For I spent all me dough on the lassies don't you know, \\
Far across the western ocean I must wander. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}

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Should auld acquaintance be forgot, \\
And never brought to mind? \\
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, \\
And days of auld lang syne? \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\
For auld lang syne, my dear, \\
For auld lang syne. \\
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, \\
For auld lang syne. \\}
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp! \\
And surely I'll be mine! \\
And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet, \\
for auld lang syne. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
We twa hae run about the braes \\
And pou'd the gowans fine. \\
We've wandered mony a weary foot, \\
Sin' auld lang syne. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
We twa hae sported i' the burn, \\
From morning sun till dine, \\
But seas between us braid hae roared \\
Sin' auld lang syne. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
And ther's a hand, my trusty friend, \\
And gie's a hand o' thine; \\
We'll tak' a right good willie-waught, \\
For auld lang syne. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}

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\textit{[Chorus] \\
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, \\
you think she was queen of the land. \\
With her hair thrown over her shoulder, \\
tied up with a black velvet band. \\}
As I went walking down Broadway, \\
not intending to stay very long, \\
I met with this frolicksome damsel, \\
as she came tripping along. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
A watch she took from his pocket, \\
and slipped it right into my hand, \\
On the very first day that I met her, \\
bad luck to the black velvet band. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
Before the judge and jury, \\
next morning we had to appear, \\
A gentleman claimed his jewellery, \\
and the case against us was clear, \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
Seven long years transportation, \\
right down to "Van Diemen's Land" \\
Far away from my friends and companions, \\
betrayed by the black velvet band, \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }

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\textit{[Chorus] \\
Way-hey up she rises \\
Way-hey up she rises \\
Way-hey up she rises \\
Earl-eye in the morning! \\}
\textit{
What shall we do with a drunken sailor? \\
What shall we do with a drunken sailor? \\
What shall we do with a drunken sailor? \\
Earl-eye in the morning? \\}
Put him in a long-boat till he's sober \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
Keep him there and make 'im bale 'er. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
Trice him up in a runnin' bowline. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
Take 'im and shake 'im and try an' wake i'm. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
Shave his belly with a rusty razor. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
Put him in the guard room till he gets sober. \\
Way-hey up she rises \\
Way-hey up she rises \\
Way-hey up she rises \\
Earl-eye in the morning! \\
That's what we do with a drunken sailor \\
That's what we do with a drunken sailor \\
That's what we do with a drunken sailor \\
Earl-eye in the morning! \\

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As down the glen one Easter morn \\
To a city fair rode I \\
There armed lines of marching men \\
In squadrons passed me by \\
No fife did hum nor battle drum \\
Did sound it's dread tatoo \\
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell \\
Rang out through the foggy dew \\
Right proudly high over Dublin Town \\
They hung out the flag of war \\
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky \\
Than at Sulva or Sud El Bar \\
And from the plains of Royal Meath \\
Strong men came hurrying through \\
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns \\
Sailed in through the foggy dew \\
'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go \\
That small nations might be free \\
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves \\
Or the shore of the Great North Sea \\
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side \\
Or fought with Cathal Brugha \\
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep \\
'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew \\
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell \\
Rang mournfully and clear \\
For those who died that Eastertide \\
In the springing of the year \\
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, \\
At those fearless men, but few \\
Who bore the fight that freedom's light \\
Might shine through the foggy dew \\
Ah, back through the glen I rode again \\
And my heart with grief was sore \\
For I parted then with valiant men \\
Whom I never shall see more \\
But to and fro in my dreams I go \\
And I'd kneel and pray for you, \\
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, \\
When you fell in the foggy dew \\

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I'm a rover and seldom sober \\
I'm a rover, o' high degree; \\
And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking \\
How to gain my love's company. \\
Though the night be dark as dungeon \\
No' a star to be seen above, \\
I will be guided without a stumble \\
Into the arms o' my ain true love. \\
He steppit up to her bedroom window, \\
Kneelin' gently upon a stone; \\
He rappit at her bedroom-window \\
"Darlin' dear, do you lie alone?" \\
She raised her head on her snow-white pillow \\
Wi' her arms aboot her breast, \\
"Wha' is that at my bedroom window \\
Disturbin' me at my long night's rest?" \\
"It's only me, your ain true lover, \\
Open the door and let me in. \\
For I have come on a long journey, \\
And I'm near drenched to the skin." \\
She opened the door wi' the greatest pleasure, \\
She opened the door and let him in, \\
They baith shook hands and embraced each other \\
Until the mornin' they lay as one. \\
The cocks were crawin', the birds were whistlin' \\
The burns they ran free abune the brae; \\
"Remember, lass, I'm a ploughman laddie \\
And the farmer I must obey." \\
"Noo, my lass, I must gang and leave thee \\
And though the hills they are high above, \\
I will climb them wi' greater pleasure \\
Since I been in the arms o' my love. \\

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While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo \\
While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy \\
A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye \\
A doleful damsel I heard cry, \\
Johnny I hardly knew ye. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\
With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo \\
With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo \\
With your guns and drums and drums and guns \\
The enemy nearly slew ye \\
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer \\
Johnny I hardly knew ye. \\}
Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo \\
Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild \\
When my heart you so beguiled? \\
Why did ye skedaddle from me and the child? \\
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. \\
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo \\
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo \\
Where are your legs that used to run \\
When you went for to carry a gun \\
Indeed your dancing days are done \\
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo \\
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo \\
I'm happy for to see ye home \\
All from the island of Ceylon \\
So low in flesh, so high in bone \\
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. \\
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo \\
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo \\
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, \\
Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg, \\
Ye'll have to be put with a bowl to beg, \\
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo \\
They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo \\
They're rolling out the guns again, \\
But they never will take our sons again, \\
No they never will take our sons again, \\
Johnny I'm swearing to ye.

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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, \\
And hanged him to the tree. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }

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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] \\ }

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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] \\}

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When boyhood's fire was in my blood \\
I read of ancient freemen, \\
For Greece and Rome who bravely stood, \\
Three hundred men and three men; \\
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 \\
Outshine that solemn starlight; \\
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 \\
And passions vain or lowly; \\
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 \\
And cruel passion ridding; \\
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] \\}

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Of all the money that e'er I spent \\
I've spent it in good company \\
And all the harm that ever I did \\
Alas it was to none but me \\
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 \\
That sorely has my heart beguiled \\
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips \\
I own she has my heart enthralled \\
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 \\
They'd wish me one more day to stay \\
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. \\

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"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. \\

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Near to Bambridge Town, in the County Down \\
One morning in July, \\
Down a boreen green came a sweet coleen, \\
And she smiled as she passed me by; \\
Oh, she looked so neat from her two white feet \\
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair, \\
Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself \\
To make sure I was standing there \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\
Oh, from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, \\
And from Galway to Dublin Town \\
No maid I've seen like the brown collen \\
That I met in the County Down. \\ }
As she onward sped I shook my head \\
And I gazed with a feeling quare; \\
And I said, says I, to a passer-by, \\
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" \\
Oh, he smiled at me, and with pride says he, \\
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown, \\
She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, \\
She's the Star of the County Down." \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
I've tavelled a bit, but never was hit \\
Since my roving career began; \\
But fair and square I surrended there \\
To the charms of young Rose McCann. \\
I'd a heart ot let and no tenant yet \\
Did I meet with in shawl or gown, \\
But in she went and I asked no rent \\
From the Star of the County Down. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
At the crossroads fair, I'll be surely there \\
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes \\
And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies \\
On the heart of the nut-brown Rose. \\
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke \\
Though with rust my plow turns brown, \\
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside \\
Sits the Star of the County Down. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\ }

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Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street \\
A gentleman Irish, mighty odd; \\
He had a brogue both rich and sweet \\
And to rise in the world he carried a hod. \\
Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' way \\
With a love for the liquor he was born \\
And to help on with is work each day \\
He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\
Whack fol the dah O, dance to your partner \\
Whirl the floor, your trotters shake; \\
Wasn't it the truth I told you \\
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake! \\}
One mornin' Tim was feelin' foul \\
His head was heavy and it made him shake; \\
He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull \\
And they carried him home his corpse to wake. \\
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet \\
And laid him out upon the bed, \\
A gallon of whiskey at his feet \\
and a barrel of porter at his head. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
His friends assembled at the wake \\
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch, \\
First they brought in tea and cake \\
Then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch. \\
Biddy O'Brien began to bawl \\
"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see? \\
O Tim, mavourneed, why did you die?" \\
"Hold your gob," said Paddy McGee! \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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. \\
\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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)"

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As I was going over Kilgarry Mountain, \\
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. \\
\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. \\

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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] \\}