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8 Bells
04:41
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Across the sea, across the world To a land yet far away
To a better life and a better world They call it Americā
We sold our lands and sold our herds
We left our mothers and the lives we knew
We left ol' England for a better land And ended as part of this crew
As the sixth bell rang out her cannons roared shot flew 'cross the waters And as the eighth bell toll'd 'twas nothing left
Of England's sons and daughters
On one fair morn as the red sky rose Our good cap'n spied the sail of black
"Take the women and children below And prepare for the attack!"
The main mast fell and her crew lie dead She listed and sank into the deep
I alone lived to tell this tale While my love lay in an endless sleep
As the sixth bell rang out her cannons roared shot flew 'cross the waters And as the eighth bell toll'd 'twas nothing left
Of England's sons and daughters
Was taken aboard pressed into the crew In blood I signed the ships orders
My heart lies in the deep with my love Cut adrift on this dark water
I took the black and did foreswear To avenge my bonny lass
But each with ship that fell you know that I fell too each time the rum filled my glass
The Black crews sails out across the water my tale grows darker as well My life and love in depths does sleep but wakes at the tolling bell
As the sixth bell rang out her cannons roared shot flew 'cross the waters And as the eighth bell toll'd 'twas nothing left Of England's sons and daughters as the eighth bell toll'd 'twas nothing left
Of this once proud England's son.
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Meri Mac
02:39
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There's a neat little lass and her name is Mari Mac
Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track
Lot of other fellas try to get her on her back But I'm thinking that they'll have to get up early
Now Mari and her mother are an awful lot together In fact you hardly see the one without the other And people often wonder if it's Mari or her mother
Or both of them together I am courting
Mari Mac's mother's making Mari Mac marry me My mother's making me marry Mari Mac Well I'm going to marry Mari for my Mari's taking care of me
We'll all be feeling merry when I marry Mari Mac
Well up among the heather in the hills of Benifee
Well I had a bonnie lass sitting on me knee
A bumble bee stung me right above me knee
Up among the heather in the hills of Benifee
The wedding's on Wednesday, everything's arranged
Soon her name will change to mine unless her mind be changed
And making the arrangements, I 'm just a bit deranged
Marriage is an awful undertaking
Mari Mac's mother's making Mari Mac marry me
My mother's making me marry Mari Mac
Well I'm going to marry Mari for my Mari's taking care of me
We'll all be feeling merry when I marry Mari Mac
Sure to be a grand affair, grander than a fair
Going to be a fork and plate for every man that's there
And you know I'll be a bugger if I don't get my share
If I don't we'll be very much mistaken
There's a neat little lass and her name is Mari Mac
Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track
Lot of other fellas try to get up on her back
I'm thinking that they'll have to get up early
Mari Mac's mother's making Mari Mac marry me
My mother's making me marry Mari Mac
Well I'm going to marry Mari for my Mari's taking care of me
We'll all be feeling merry when I marry Mari Mac
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3. |
Black Bayou
04:12
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It was the year eighteen hundred and two
Where neath the stars Sailed a Barbary Crew
'Neath the sky Of a piratical lie
Down a swamp in the black Bayou
10 brave men all faded from sight
Into the dark foggy mire of night
Bound by gold And the blackest of souls
Out on a dory in the pale moon's light
So It was the year eighteen hundred and two
Where neath the stars Sailed a Barbary Crew
'Neath the sky Of a piratical lie
Down in the swamp in the black Bayou
And then the greed came to call
Till it's madness had claimed them all
They fought for thier life
With a cutlass or knife
Or fell to an ill-fated musket ball
So It was the year eighteen hundred and two
Where neath the stars Sailed a Barbary Crew
'Neath the sky Of a piratical lie
Down in the swamp in the black Bayou
When betrayal fired each mans heart
till thier one accord was torn apart
oaths they signed covered in a flood of red
till all this crew on the waters lay dead
It was the year eighteen hundred and two
Where neath the stars Sailed a Barbary Crew
'Neath the sky Of a piratical lie
Down in the swamp in the black Bayou
And when that lust for gold came to call
one by one each man would fall
Into the snake filled mud
Where they all spilled their blood
and the bayou it buried them all
Deep in the swamp lay the pirates gold
For which each man tried to sell their souls
No hand tolled the bell when Scratch he came to cal
Straight down to hell did he carried them all RUN
It was the year eighteen hundred and two
Where neath the stars Sailed a Barbary Crew
'Neath the sky Of a piratical lie
Down in the swamp in the black Bayou
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4. |
The Derelict
03:17
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5. |
Rocky Road to Dublin
03:08
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While in the merry month of May from me home I started, Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins; Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogsAnd fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight next morning bright and early,Took a drop of pure to keep me heartfrom sinking;Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking.
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin' Asked me was I hired, wages I required,I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be soon deprived a view of that fine city. So then I took a stroll, all among the quality; Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality. Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin' Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
From there I got away, me spirits never falling, Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing. The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead, Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.
Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.Blood began to boil, temper I was losing; Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing. "Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in, With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray.We quitely cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.
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6. |
Riches, Women, & Beer
02:22
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Heave ho ye rowdy boys The wind's caught sail
There's no time to be wastin' "All hands" sounds the bell!
There is bounty to be had Beyond yonder seas
At the captain's good pleasure We shall do as we please!
Hoist the black Watch 'em tremble with fear!
We are here for your riches, Your women, and beer!
I set sail as a boy And I came back a man
I've been to America; round the horn; to Japan!
I've sailed the seven seas And found adventure and life's toil
I'll take my life on the sea And keep yours on the soil
Hoist the black Watch 'em tremble with fear!
We are here for your riches, Your women, and beer!
Up the mast and across the beam Full sails in the wind is a pirate's dream. We sail for the glory and a glass of fine wine We live for the port call and the women left behind!
The cannons sounding out from the port side They blew
We had our Grape shot loaded to reduce their crew
We pillage and plunder and take the jewels and gold
Living as a pirate well it won't ever get old!
We raise up the colors so they tremble in fear
We are known as a scourge in lands both far and near
We've coin in our pockets and we're known to spend it well
We go down to the locker or 'else we burn in hell!
Hoist the black Watch 'em tremble with fear!
We are here for your riches, Your women, and beer!
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7. |
On The Sea
03:08
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I was just a boy
When I came on board
Commissioned by my father
And sold to the sword
Oh lord
My lord
Just a boy.......
Just a boy when I come aboard
Midshipman at twelve
Not yet a man
His majesties navy
Sent me to a foreign land
My life
Of strife
A heavy hand
A life of strife 'neath a heavy hand
But I've sailed the seas
Living as I pleased
An old man now
Dying from disease
I've seen men die
And others live
A life on the sea
Will never forgive
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8. |
The Parting Glass
02:26
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Oh, all the money that e’er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e’er I’ve done
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
Oh, all the comrades that e’er I had
They’re 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 gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
If I had money enough to spend
And leisure time to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in this town
That sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks; her ruby lips
I own she has my heart in thrall
Then fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
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9. |
Lakes of Pontchatrain
03:47
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T'was on one fine March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
And I took the rode to Jackson town, me fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain
Which filled me heart with longin' for the Lakes of Pontchartain.
I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun
And I rode the roads 'til evening and I laid me down again
All strangers here, no friends to me 'til a dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with a Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
I said my pretty Creole girl, me money here's no good
If it weren't for the alligators I'd sleep out in the wood
You're welcome here kind stranger, our house it's very plain
But we never turn a stranger out at the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
She took me to her mummy's house and she treated me quite well
The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell
To try and paint her beauty I'm sure t'would be in vain
So handsome was my Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
I asked her if she'd marry me, she'd said it could never be
For she had got another and he was far at sea
She said that she would wait for him and true she would remain
'Til he returned for his Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
So fair thee well me bonny o' girl I never see no more
But I'll ne'er forget your kindness and the cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering a flowin' glass I'll raise
And drink a health to me Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
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10. |
Tar 'N Rum
02:27
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Fifteen days out on the sea
Nothing but the blue and the salty green
The sails are full
The trade winds pull....
....yet ne'er a ship be seen
When we take the prize strip her bare
leave her to shiver in the salty air
we’ll trim the sail
raise the anchor up
pour the rum fill my cup
Sail into port for a liberty
A man at sea has certain needs
Whiskey and a rum
Ho, the wenches are fun
And we reek of tar and rum
Ho!
We reek of tar and rum!
We pay the seam
Over tween....the devil and the deep
We live a dream
Neath the beams, the sea ne'er sleeps
We’re called Jack tar
We're called Jack tar
Spending our coin both near and far
Sail for the bounty
The glory and the rum
Nothing but an ol' jack tar
Sail for the bounty
The glory and the rum
Nothing but an ol' jack tar
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11. |
Wild Rover
02:46
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I've been a wild rover, for many's the year
I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more
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 my nay
Such a custom as yours I can get any day
I brought from my pocket, ten souvereigns bright
And the landladys eyes opened wide with delight
She said I have whiskeys and wines of the best
And the words that I told you were only in jest
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask that the pardon their prodigal son
And if the caress me, as oft times before
I never will play the wild rover no more
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12. |
Warfarin Stranger
05:04
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I AM A POOR WAYFARIN' STRANGER
WANDERIN' THROUGH THIS WORLD OF WOE
AND THERE'S NO SICKNESS, NO TOIL, OR DANGER
IN THAT BRIGHT LAND TO WHICH I GO
I'M GOING THERE TO MEET MY FATHER
I'M GOING THERE NO MORE TO ROAM
I'M ONLY GOING OVER JORDAN
I'M ONLY GOING OVER HOME
I KNOW DARK CLOUDS WILL GATHER ROUND ME
I KNOW MY WAY IS ROUGH AND STEEP
BUT GOLDEN FIELDS LIE OUT BEFORE ME
WHERE GOD'S REDEEEMED SHALL EVER SLEEP
i'M GOING THERE TO MEET MY MOTHER
SHE SAID SHE'D MEET ME WHEN I COME
I'M ONLY GOING OVER JORDAN
I'M ONLY GOING OVER HOME
I'LL SOON BE FREE FROM EVERY TRIAL
MY BODY SLEEP IN THE CHURCH YEARD
I'LL DROP THIS CROSS OF SELF DENIAL
AND ENTER ON MY GREAT REWARD
I'M GOING THERE TO MEET MY SAVIOR
TO SING HIS PRAISE FOREVER MORE
I'M ONLY GOING OVER JORDAN
I'M ONLY GOING OVER HOME
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Cheeks And Phoenix Kansas City, Missouri
One Man, One Guitar, or..whatever other instrument he has handy. Add to that one Feisty Firebird. Songs from the Sea, The
Celtic Tradition and beyond.
Cheeks and Phoenix can be found entertaining at Renaissance Faires, and Pubs all over.
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