diff --git a/lyrics/AllForMeGrog.tex b/lyrics/AllForMeGrog.tex
index 8422c91..5bcaa1c 100644
--- a/lyrics/AllForMeGrog.tex
+++ b/lyrics/AllForMeGrog.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 \textit{[Chorus] \\
 Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog, \\
 It's all for me beer and tobacco. \\
@@ -23,4 +24,4 @@ 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] \\}        
\ No newline at end of file
+\textit{[Chorus] \\}        
diff --git a/lyrics/AuldLangSyne.tex b/lyrics/AuldLangSyne.tex
index e94af9f..4af7113 100644
--- a/lyrics/AuldLangSyne.tex
+++ b/lyrics/AuldLangSyne.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 Should auld acquaintance be forgot, \\
 And never brought to mind? \\
 Should auld acquaintance be forgot, \\
diff --git a/lyrics/BlackVelvetBand.tex b/lyrics/BlackVelvetBand.tex
index 051b306..a9f4759 100644
--- a/lyrics/BlackVelvetBand.tex
+++ b/lyrics/BlackVelvetBand.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 \textit{[Chorus] \\
 Her eyes they shone like diamonds, \\
 you think she was queen of the land. \\
@@ -30,4 +31,4 @@ right down to "Van Diemen's Land" \\
 Far away from my friends and companions, \\
 betrayed by the black velvet band, \\
 		
-\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
\ No newline at end of file
+\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
diff --git a/lyrics/Buergerlied.tex b/lyrics/Buergerlied.tex
index 00ca5e2..05f6402 100644
--- a/lyrics/Buergerlied.tex
+++ b/lyrics/Buergerlied.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 Ob wir rote, gelbe Kragen \\
 Helme oder Hüte tragen \\
 Stiefel tragen oder Schuh \\
diff --git a/lyrics/DrunkenSailor.tex b/lyrics/DrunkenSailor.tex
index ccd960e..2e85e51 100644
--- a/lyrics/DrunkenSailor.tex
+++ b/lyrics/DrunkenSailor.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 \textit{[Chorus] \\
 Way-hey up she rises \\       
 Way-hey up she rises \\
@@ -48,4 +49,4 @@ 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! \\
\ No newline at end of file
+Earl-eye in the morning! \\
diff --git a/lyrics/FinnegansWake.tex b/lyrics/FinnegansWake.tex
index 8310a22..2dc554e 100644
--- a/lyrics/FinnegansWake.tex
+++ b/lyrics/FinnegansWake.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street \\
 A gentleman Irish, mighty odd; \\
 He had a brogue both rich and sweet \\
diff --git a/lyrics/FoggyDew.tex b/lyrics/FoggyDew.tex
index ec3f485..9befecf 100644
--- a/lyrics/FoggyDew.tex
+++ b/lyrics/FoggyDew.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 As down the glen one Easter morn \\ 
 To a city fair rode I \\
 There armed lines of marching men \\ 
@@ -41,4 +42,4 @@ 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 \\
\ No newline at end of file
+When you fell in the foggy dew \\
diff --git a/lyrics/ImARoverSeldomSober.tex b/lyrics/ImARoverSeldomSober.tex
index 4a51c2e..643ce98 100644
--- a/lyrics/ImARoverSeldomSober.tex
+++ b/lyrics/ImARoverSeldomSober.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 I'm a rover and seldom sober \\
 I'm a rover, o' high degree; \\
 And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking \\
@@ -36,4 +37,4 @@ 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. \\
\ No newline at end of file
+Since I been in the arms o' my love. \\
diff --git a/lyrics/IrishRover.tex b/lyrics/IrishRover.tex
index 72ea2c9..de621fb 100644
--- a/lyrics/IrishRover.tex
+++ b/lyrics/IrishRover.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six \\
 We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork \\
 We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks \\
diff --git a/lyrics/JohnnyIHardlyKnewYe.tex b/lyrics/JohnnyIHardlyKnewYe.tex
index 5e2708c..24499e4 100644
--- a/lyrics/JohnnyIHardlyKnewYe.tex
+++ b/lyrics/JohnnyIHardlyKnewYe.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 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 \\
@@ -50,4 +51,4 @@ 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.
\ No newline at end of file
+Johnny I'm swearing to ye.
diff --git a/lyrics/KerryRecruit.tex b/lyrics/KerryRecruit.tex
index e8e0c08..d3bd813 100644
--- a/lyrics/KerryRecruit.tex
+++ b/lyrics/KerryRecruit.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 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,\\
diff --git a/lyrics/MacPhersonsFarewell.tex b/lyrics/MacPhersonsFarewell.tex
index 2aa1529..36118c2 100644
--- a/lyrics/MacPhersonsFarewell.tex
+++ b/lyrics/MacPhersonsFarewell.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 Farewell ye dungeons, dark and strong. \\
 Farewell, farewell to thee. \\
 MacPherson's time will no be long \\
@@ -50,4 +51,4 @@ To let MacPherson free; \\
 But the put the clock a quarter afore, \\
 And hanged him to the tree. \\
 
-\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
\ No newline at end of file
+\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
diff --git a/lyrics/MollyMalone.tex b/lyrics/MollyMalone.tex
index cb781dc..e7000fa 100644
--- a/lyrics/MollyMalone.tex
+++ b/lyrics/MollyMalone.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 In Dublin's fair city, \\
 Where the girls are so pretty, \\
 I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, \\
@@ -26,4 +27,4 @@ Now her ghost wheels her barrow, \\
 Through streets broad and narrow, \\
 Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" \\
 
-\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
\ No newline at end of file
+\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
diff --git a/lyrics/MuirsheenDurkin.tex b/lyrics/MuirsheenDurkin.tex
index e8c9ab5..428309a 100644
--- a/lyrics/MuirsheenDurkin.tex
+++ b/lyrics/MuirsheenDurkin.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 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 \\
@@ -23,4 +24,4 @@ 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] \\}
\ No newline at end of file
+\textit{[Chorus] \\}
diff --git a/lyrics/NationOnceAgain.tex b/lyrics/NationOnceAgain.tex
index f7cbf87..c02557e 100644
--- a/lyrics/NationOnceAgain.tex
+++ b/lyrics/NationOnceAgain.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 When boyhood's fire was in my blood \\
 I read of ancient freemen, \\
 For Greece and Rome who bravely stood, \\
@@ -44,4 +45,4 @@ Oh, can such hope be vain? \\
 When my dear country shall be made \\
 A Nation once again! \\
 
-\textit{[Chorus] \\}     
\ No newline at end of file
+\textit{[Chorus] \\}     
diff --git a/lyrics/PartingGlass.tex b/lyrics/PartingGlass.tex
index e1a79aa..0a55351 100644
--- a/lyrics/PartingGlass.tex
+++ b/lyrics/PartingGlass.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 Of all the money that e'er I spent \\
 I've spent it in good company \\
 And all the harm that ever I did \\
diff --git a/lyrics/RisingOfTheMoon.tex b/lyrics/RisingOfTheMoon.tex
index 290c72b..c713844 100644
--- a/lyrics/RisingOfTheMoon.tex
+++ b/lyrics/RisingOfTheMoon.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 "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, \\
@@ -31,4 +32,4 @@ Well they fought for poor old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate \\
 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. \\
\ No newline at end of file
+Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon. \\
diff --git a/lyrics/SpancilHill.tex b/lyrics/SpancilHill.tex
index 193d76a..7795e65 100644
--- a/lyrics/SpancilHill.tex
+++ b/lyrics/SpancilHill.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 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, \\
diff --git a/lyrics/StarOfTheCountyDown.tex b/lyrics/StarOfTheCountyDown.tex
index 7513552..d4e451f 100644
--- a/lyrics/StarOfTheCountyDown.tex
+++ b/lyrics/StarOfTheCountyDown.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 Near to Bambridge Town, in the County Down \\
 One morning in July, \\
 Down a boreen green came a sweet coleen, \\
@@ -44,4 +45,4 @@ Though with rust my plow turns brown, \\
 Till a smiling bride by my own fireside \\
 Sits the Star of the County Down. \\	
 		
-\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
\ No newline at end of file
+\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
diff --git a/lyrics/TimFinnegansWake.tex b/lyrics/TimFinnegansWake.tex
index 8310a22..2dc554e 100644
--- a/lyrics/TimFinnegansWake.tex
+++ b/lyrics/TimFinnegansWake.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street \\
 A gentleman Irish, mighty odd; \\
 He had a brogue both rich and sweet \\
diff --git a/lyrics/WhiskeyInTheJar.tex b/lyrics/WhiskeyInTheJar.tex
index 5c34633..2f47bc1 100644
--- a/lyrics/WhiskeyInTheJar.tex
+++ b/lyrics/WhiskeyInTheJar.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 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, \\
@@ -46,4 +47,4 @@ And I swear he'd treat me better than darling sporting Jenny. \\
 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. \\
\ No newline at end of file
+Counting pretty maids in the morning oh so early. \\
diff --git a/lyrics/WildRover.tex b/lyrics/WildRover.tex
index 95974fe..e5bbe17 100644
--- a/lyrics/WildRover.tex
+++ b/lyrics/WildRover.tex
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
+
 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 \\
@@ -28,4 +29,4 @@ 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] \\}
\ No newline at end of file
+\textit{[Chorus] \\}