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Whup Jamboree
03:36
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Chorus:
Whup, jamboree, whup jamboree
Long tailed sailor-man comin' up behind
Jamboree, whup jamboree
Come and get your oats me son
The captain he looked out ahead
with his hands on the wheel and the heavin' of the lead
The bosun roars to wake the dead:
"Come and get your oats me son."
Chorus
Oh, now we're past the harbor lights
and the shore will soon be heavin' into sight
We'll soon be abreast of the Isle of Wight
So come and get your oats me son
Chorus
[Whistle interlude: from the traditional Irish reel "The Gravel Walks"]
Oh, when we get to the Blackwall docks
Them pretty young girls come out in flocks
With short-legged drawers and long-tailed frocks
Then come and get your oats me son
Chorus
Well, then we'll walk down Limelight Way
And all the girls will spend our pay
We'll not see more 'til another day
Come and get your oats, my son
Chorus
Chorus
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Star of the County Down
03:08
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Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
One evening last July
Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín*
And she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
To make sure I was standing there
Chorus:
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
That I met in the County Down
As she onward sped sure I shook my head
And I gazed with a feeling rare
And I said, says I, to a passerby
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
He smiled at me, and he said, says he
"She's the gem of old Ireland's crown
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
She’s the star of the County Down."
She'd a soft brown eye and
A look so sly and a smile
like the rose in June
And you held each note
from her auburn throat
As she lilted lamenting tunes
At the pattern dance you'd be in a trance
As she skipped through a jig or reel
When her eyes she'd roll,
as she'd lift your soul
And your heart she would likely steal
At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
And I'll dress my Sunday clothes
With my hat cocked right
and my shoes shined bright
For a smile from the nut-brown Rose
No horse I'll yoke, or pipe I smoke
'til the rust in my plough turn brown
And a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down
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4. |
Big Strong Man
02:22
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Have you heard about the big strong man?
He lives in a caravan.
Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight?
Oh, Lord what a hell of a night.
You can take all of the heavyweights you've got.
We've got a lad that can beat the whole lot.
He used to ring bells in the belfry,
Now he's gone to fight Jack Demspey.
CHORUS:
That was my brother Sylvest' (What's he got?)
A row of forty medals on his chest (big chest!)
He killed fifty bad men in the west -- he knows no rest.
Think of a man, hells' fire, don't push, just shove,
Plenty of room for you and me.
He's got an arm like a leg
And a punch that would sink a battleship (big ship!)
It takes all the army and the navy to put the wind up Sylvest'.
Now, he thought he'd take a trip to Italy.
He thought that he'd go by sea.
He jumped off the harbor in New York,
And swam like a man made of cork.
He saw the Lusitania in distress. (What he do?)
He put the Lusitania on his chest.
He drank all the water in the sea,
And he walked all the way to Italy.
CHORUS
He thought he take a trip to old Japan.
They turned out the whole brass band.
He played every instrument they got,
Like a lad sure he beat the whole lot.
Now the old church bells will ring (Hells bells!)
The old church choir will sing (Hells fire!)
They all turned out to say farewell to my big brother Sylvest'.
CHORUS
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I just got in from the Isle of Skye,
I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy,
The lassies shout as I go by,
Donald, where's your troosers?
CHORUS:
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,
Down the street in my kilt I go,
All the ladies shout hello,
Donald, where's your troosers?
A lady took me to a ball,
And it was slippery in the hall,
I was afraid that I might fall
Because I wasn't wearing troosers.
CHORUS
To wear the kilt is my delight,
It's never wrong, it's always right.
The Highlanders would get a fright
If they saw me wearing troosers.
CHORUS
They'd like to wed me everyone,
Just let them catch me if they can,
You canna put the brakes on a Highland man
Who doesn't like wearing troosers.
CHORUS
Well I caught a cold and me nose was raw,
I had no handkerchief at all,
So I hiked up my kilt and I gave it a blaw,
Now you can't do that with troosers.
CHORUS
CHORUS
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Chorus:
Tha mi sgìth 's mi leam fhìn,
Buain na rainich, buain na rainich,
Tha mi sgìth 's mi leam fhìn,
Buain na rainich daonnan
'S tric a bha mi fhìn 's mo leannan,
Anns a' ghleannan cheòthar,
'G èisteachd còisir bhinn an doire,
Seinn sa choille dhòmhail
Chorus
O nam faicinn thu a' tighinn,
Ruithinn dhol nad chòdhail,
Ach mur tig thu 'n seo gam shireadh,
Ciamar a thilleas dòchas?
Chorus
Translation:
Chorus:
I am tired and I am alone,
Cutting the bracken, cutting the bracken,
I am tired and I am alone,
Forever cutting the bracken
Often, my love and I,
Were in the misty glens,
Listening to the sweet choir of the grove,
Singing in the corpulent forest
If I saw you coming,
I would run to meet you,
But if you don’t come here to search for me,
How can hope return?
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7. |
Susquehanna Pirate
03:59
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The Susquehanna Pirate
I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine,
I had a little stretch of land along the Lebanon line
But though I tried and tried, the money wasn't there
And bankers came and took my land and told me fair was fair.
(Mean bankers!)
I looked for every kind of job, the answer always no!
"Hire you now?" they'd always laugh. "We just let 20 go."
The government, they promised me a measely little sum
But I got too much pride to end up just another bum.
So I thought who gives a damn if poverty draws near,
I'm gonna be the Susquehanna's greatest buccaneer.
CHORUS:
And it's a heave-HO high-HO sail at early morn,
Stealing ripe tobacco and silver queen white corn.
And it's a ho-HEY way-HEY, farmers bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger off the Susquehanna shores.
Well, you'd think the local farmers would know that I'm at large,
But just the other day I sank an unprotected barge.
I snuck up right behind them and they were none the wiser,
I rammed their ship and sank it and I stole their fertilizer.
A bridge outside of Columbia spans the mighty river,
Farmers cross in so much fear their stomachs are a-quiver,
'Cause they know that Shoofly Jake is waiting for some fun --
I'll jump the bridge and steal their beans and leave 'em there with none.
CHORUS
The pirate life's appealing and it calls to seamen true
I hear the Conestoga's home to many a pirate crew
They sail their way through Intercourse, Gap and Bird-in-Hand
And you're bound to lose your chow-chow if you cross their merry band.
A ship, a sword, a skull & bones and very little stress,
I never pay my income tax, and screw the IRS!
From Harrisburg to Havre de Grace I leave 'em high and dry,
But, boys, I ain't no dummy, I steer clear of TMI!
CHORUS
The state police can't catch us, their boats are awful slow,
And when the wind's against us, watch our Flyin' Dutchmen row!
Last week they almost caught us when we came into the dock,
So now we keep a lookout posted up on Chickies Rock.
We never pay our hotel bill, we always steal the towels.
At night we slip ashore, have a beer and tip some cows.
But soon I hear the river call, it's time to sail once more,
The tobacco fleet is moving, so let's hear each pirate ROAR!
CHORUS
Lyrics by Tom Knapp,
tune and inspiration by the Arrogant Worms (used with permission).
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8. |
The Wellerman
02:21
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There once was a ship that put to sea
And the name of that ship was the Billy o' Tea
The winds blew up, her bow dipped down
Blow, me bully boys, blow (Huh!)
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go
She had not been two weeks from shore
When down on her a right whale bore
The captain called all hands and swore
He'd take that whale in tow (Hah!)
Chorus
Before the boat had hit the water
The whale's tail came up and caught her
All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her
When she dived down below (Huh!)
Chorus
No line was cut, no whale was freed;
The Captain's mind was not on greed
But he belonged to the whaleman's creed;
She took that ship in tow (Huh!)
Chorus
For forty days, or even more
The line went slack, then tight once more
All boats were lost, there were only four
But still that whale did go
Chorus
As far as I've heard, the fight's still on;
The line's not cut and the whale's not gone
The Wellerman makes his regular call
To encourage the Captain, crew, and all
Chorus
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Leaving of Liverpool
03:39
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Fare thee well to Prince's Landing Stage,
Mersey River, fare thee well.
I am bound for Californ-I-A
But I know that I'll return someday.
CHORUS:
So fare thee well, my own true love,
When I return, united we will be.
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
But, my darling, when I think of thee.
I have signed on a Yankee sailin' ship,
Davy Crockett is her name.
And Burgess is the captain of her,
And they say that she's a floatin' shame.
CHORUS
Oh, I have sailed with this Burgess once before
And I think that I know him quite well.
For if a man is a sailor, he can get along,
If not, he's in floating Hell.
CHORUS
The sun is on the harbor, love,
And I wish that I could be thain
Because I know it will be some long long time
Before I see you again.
CHORUS
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11. |
From Amish To Irish
03:31
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I once was a farmer in Amish country
But clothes without buttons don't satisfy me.
Bright colors and style are the things that I need,
So I'll trade my flat hat for some Donegal tweed.
I hoe my fields daily, I pray to the Lord,
But we've had no excitement since Harrison Ford.
I need some adventure, something I've never tried
And I don't mean no thrillin' Dutch Wonderland ride!
CHORUS:
I'm a farmer, I'm a thief, I'm a dairyman too!
But I don't drink no milk now that Harp is my brew.
I've traded my buggy for a shamrock-green car,
From Amish to Irish is not very far!
I'm sick of the tourists who gawk, laugh and point
And call me and my posse bucolic and quaint.
I'll take to the highway and rob them all blind --
If I'm home for the harvest, then the missus won't mind!
I waylay the tourists from Blue Ball to Gap,
I pose for their pictures, but it's really a trap!
I'm no longer Amish, I'm a thief in a kilt
But stop by the market, I'll still sell you a quilt.
CHORUS
There's lots of armed bandits, but me, I'm not one.
My frau says I'm dopplich, I'd fumble my gun.
But I'm harsh with a horseshoe, I crack a mean whip
So hand over your cup cheese, don't give me no lip!
I plunder the market, I rob roadside stands,
I rule Lincoln Highway and roam the farmlands.
But I stay off the water, I won't go to sea
'Cause them Susquehanna pirates just terrify me!
CHORUS
So keep all your schnitzel, forget your shoofly,
I'd rather eat haggis and Guinness steak pie.
I won't hang no hex sign, I prefer Celtic knots,
Leprechauns, jigging and Jameson shots!
My conscience don't vex me when I stop and take stock
As long as I'm sleeping by seven o'clock.
I smile as I slumber, my future looks bright
So I'll tuck up my quilt and I'll outen the light!
CHORUS
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Red-Haired Mary
03:18
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As I was going to the fair in Dingle one fine morning last July,
A fine young man come up behind me, "Red-haired Mary," he did cry.
"Will you come with me, my red-haired Mary, the donkey, he can carry two."
I looked at him, me eyes did twinkle, me cheeks they were a rosy hue.
"Thank you kindly, sir," I answered, then I tossed me light red hair,
Says I, "Will you hold the donkey and I'll ride with you to the Dingle fair."
Oh, when we reached the town of Dingle, he caught me hand to say good-bye,
A tinker came up behind him, hit him right in his left eye.
Saying, "Take your hands off red-haired Mary, she and I are to be wed,
We were with the priest this very morn, tonight we'll lie in our marriage bed."
Well, he was feeling very peevish, his poor eye was sad and sore,
He kicked the tinker with his hobnails, knocked him through Tom Murphy's door.
He galloped off to meet his father, the tallest man you e'er did see,
He tapped him gently with his knuckles and now he's missing two front teeth.
Oh wasn't I the happy cailin, "Man, with you I'll go," I said.
"Never mind the priest this very morn, tonight we'll sleep in Murphy's shed."
"Take your hands off red-haired Mary, she and I are to be wed
We were with the priest this very morn, tonight we'll lie in our marriage bed."
Around the corner came a peeler, told me that I broke the law
The donkey kicked him on the kneecap, he fell down and broke his jaw
Oh, through the fair we roamed together, his black eye and my red hair,
Gazing gaily at the tinker, weren't we the happy pair?
"Take your hands off red-haired Mary, she and I are to be wed,
We were with the priest this very morn, tonight we'll lie in our marriage bed."
"Will you take your hands off red-haired Mary, she and I are to be wed,
We were with the priest this very morn, tonight we'll lie in our marriage bed."
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14. |
Excursion 'Round the Bay
03:08
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Well it was on a Monday morning, and the day be calm and fine,
A Harbor Grace excursion with the boys who had the time.
And just before the sailor took the gangway from the pier,
I saw some fellow haul me wife aboard as a volunteer.
CHORUS:
Oh me, oh my, I heard me old wife cry,
Oh me, oh my, I think I'm gonna die!
Oh me, oh my, I heard me old wife say,
"I wish I'd never taken this excursion around the bay!" HEY!
We had full three hundred souls aboard, oh what a splendid sight!
Left strong and regimental to make our spirits bright,
And meself being in the double, all the funny things they'd say,
They choked themselves from laughing when they'd see us in the bay.
CHORUS
Me wife she came up queasy, she turned a sickly green,
I fed her cake and candy, fat pork and kerosene,
Castor oil and sugar of brandy, I rubbed pure oil on her face,
And I said she'll be a dandy when we reaches Harbor Grace!
CHORUS
My wife she got no better, my wife me darling dear,
The screeches from her truly they could hear in Carbonear!
I tried every place in Harbor Grace, tried every store and shop,
To get her something for a cure or take her to the hop.
CHORUS
She died below the Brandies as we was comin' back,
We buried her in the ocean, wrapped up in a Union Jack.
So now I am a single man, in search of a pretty face
And the woman that says she'll have me, we're off for Harbor Grace!
CHORUS
CHORUS
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16. |
Drunken Sailor
03:20
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What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!
CHORUS:
Way hay, and up she rises
Way hay, and up she rises
Way hay, and up she rises
Early in the morning!
Sling him in a long boat 'til he's sober,
Sling him in a long boat 'til he's sober,
Sling him in a long boat 'til he's sober,
Early in the morning!
CHORUS
Stick him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him,
Stick him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him,
Stick him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him,
Early in the morning!
CHORUS
[Whistle interlude: from traditional Irish reel "Eileen Curran"]
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it,
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it,
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it,
Early in the morning!
CHORUS
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Early in the morning!
CHORUS
Put him into bed with the captains daughter,
Put him into bed with the captains daughter,
Put him into bed with the captains daughter,
Early in the morning!
CHORUS
Give him a hair of the dog that bit him,
Give him a hair of the dog that bit him,
Give him a hair of the dog that bit him,
Early in the morning!
CHORUS
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,
Early in the morning!
CHORUS
CHORUS
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