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Storied Time

by Cheeks And Phoenix

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1.
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentleman Irish mighty odd Well he had a tongue both rich and sweet an' to rise in the world he carried a hod Ah but Tim had a sort of tipplin way with the love of the liquor he was born And to send him on his way each day he'd a drop of the craythur ev'ry morn Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer parner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull and they carried him home his corpse to wake Well they rolled him up in a nice clean sheet and they laid him out upon the bed With a bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head Well his friends assembled at the wake and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch Well first they brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch Then Widow Malone began to cry 'Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see Arrah, Tim Me boy, why did you die?' 'Will ye hould your gob?' said Molly McGee Well Mary O'Connor took up the job 'Biddy' says she 'you're wrong, I'm sure Well Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor Well civil war did then engage, woman to woman and man to man Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began Well Jim Maloney raised his head, when a bottle of whiskey flew at him He ducked and, landing on the bed, the whiskey scattered over Tim Bedad he revives, see how he rises Tim Finnegan rising in the bed Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"
2.
twas late in the watch and all was quiet only me and the gulls in the night. when I caught a sail out on the horizon and brought my glass to eye. when the focus came foree my blood ran cold a dark chill ran down my spine sails and hull black as night. I knew we had run out of time. twas the black ship that sailed the main taking our lives and gold come by night in the witching hour capturing ships and souls Death walking the decks with firey eyes making cowards of brave and bold. run if you can fight if must pray which 'er you're told the ship came on as I rang the bell calling the crew to quarters load the guns grab the blades make sure you soul's in order. the captain came forward i gave back the deck his eye were hard and cold he turned to the crew began shouting orders we would run for our very souls we ran like the wind but the dead ran us down so when forced we turned to fight the cannons roared was the only sound. the only light in the night. then the ropes n hooks flew across the gap and the deadmen pulled us tight I drew my blade prepared to die prayed my soul would still see the light. blade to blade,pike and pin we fought till the last man fell taken aboard after being run thru to look in the face of hell taking orders from a new captain, still standing the watch on the sea My eyes look out from the land of the dead sailing the winds of eternity.
3.
A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing, And the mice were squealing In my prison cell, And the old triangle Went jingle jangle, All along the banks Of the Royal Canal, To begin the morning The warden's bawling "Get out of bed And clean up your cell" And the old triangle It went jingle jangle All along the banks Of the Royal Canal On a fine spring evening The lag lay dreaming The seagulls wheeling High above the wall And the old triangle It went jingle jangle All along the banks Of the Royal Canal The wind was rising And the day declining As I lay pining In my prison cell And the old triangle It went jingle jangle All along the banks Of the Royal Canal The day was dying And the wind was sighing As I lay crying In my prison cell And the old triangle It went jingle jangle All along the banks Of the Royal Canal All along the banks Of the Royal Cana
4.
Thing on the ship ain;t always very good one spark flys now we're burning up the wood be sure to cap your pipe when smokin in the hold to the devil with us all boys there's fire down below Fire, fire, fire down below, Fetch a bucket of water, Fire down below. Fire in the galley, fire in the house, Fire in the beef kid, scorching the scouse.. Fire in the lifeboat, fire in the gig, Fire in the pig-stye roasting the pig Fire, fire, fire down below, Fetch a bucket of water, Fire down below. Fire in the store room spoiling the food, Fire on the orlop burning the wood.. Pass along the buckets boys, let the old girl spout Double bank the pump , we'll drown the fire out Fire, fire, fire down below, Fetch a bucket of water, Fire down below. Fire in the cabin, fire in the hold, Fire in the strong room melting the gold Fire round the capstan, fire on the mast, Fire on the main deck, burning it fast. Fire, fire, fire down below, Fetch a bucket of water, Fire down below. The old man a terror, allays cussin' at the crew, Let the old tub burns, boys, Give ol scratch his due. There's fire in the fore-top, fire in the main We thought we had it drownded and here it comes again. Fire on the waters, fire high above, Fire in our hearts for the friends that we love. Fire, fire, fire down below, Fetch a bucket of water, Fire down below.
5.
A fierce one-eyed man named Baron LaBonne A meaner pirate had never been known And he sailed on the Dark Lady. A ship strong and sound with a perilous crew And high on the mast the skull and bones flew Fleet and swift was the Dark Lady. And every night the Baron would drink a toast (Arrgh!) He'd say, "Here's to my lovely lady host! My one true love..." "Hear, hear!" the crew replied And the Dark Lady sighed. A rich Spanish galleon was spotted one night The Dark Lady's crew prepared for the fight Clash of swords...No Spaniard survived it. Except for the maiden with dark eyes so bold Found in the hull with the jewels and the gold LaBonne laughed and took her for ransom And every night the Baron would drink a toast (Arrgh!) He'd say, "Here's to my lovely lady host! My one true love..." "Hear, hear!" the crew replied And the Dark Lady sighed. The girl Carlotta was a beauty quite rare With each passing night LaBonne couldn't bear His empty bed. He brought her to it. The Baron soon found he felt more than desire His love for her grew and his soul filled with fire He proclaimed that they would marry. That night the Baron drank with jubilee (Arrgh!) And said, "Here's to my lovely bride to be! My one true love..." "Hear, hear!" the crew replied And the Dark Lady cried. The following night a storm brewed at sea The Dark Lady saw her chance to be free Of her rival, the beauty Carlotta. The ship steered herself to the heart of the gale Where a wave swept the maiden out over the rail Sweet revenge on an unfaithful lover. That night the Lady drank a toast (Arrgh!) And said, "Here's to your lovely lady host! Your one true love..." No voices replied And the Dark Lady smiled. And now any night when a storm fills the sky They say that a ghost ship sails in it's eye Fleet and swift is the Dark Lady. A ship strong and sound with a perilous crew And high on the mast the skull and bones flew While the captain gazes out to sea. And every night the Baron must drink a toast (Arrgh!) He says, "Here's to our lovely lady host! My one true love..." "Hear, hear," the ghost crew replies And the Dark Lady smiles.
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Don't mind the rain or the rolling sea The weary night never worries me But the hardest time in a sailor's day Is to watch the sun as it dies a-way Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line The finest ship that sails the sea Is still a prison for the likes of me But give me wings like Noah's dove I'll fly up harbour to the girl I love And it's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line Oh Lord if dreams were only real I'd have my hands on that wooden wheel And with all my heart I'd turn her round And tell the boys that we're homeward bound And it's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line I'll pass the time like some machine Until the waters turn to green Then I'll dance on down that walk a-shore And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more
7.
Facebook is down, twitter won't tweet itunes won't play ,and my email ain;t neat Amazon's down too How will I ever get thru Someone please Tell me now what the hell I'm to do. My problems may not seem all that big to you but I've got a full blown case of those First World Blues My ipod is busted, the ipad too so I guess my iphone will just have to do GPS won't update, router won;t connect how will i get thru the day without my interne My problems may not seem all that big to you but I've got a full blown case of those First World Blues I got a decent car , shoes on my feet does it really matter now if my gadgets don't beep Now we often forget things we really need have not a damn thing to do with the web or tV Family and friends, good times and song is all we really need so that we get along This song may be silly but the message is true Try not to get caught in those First World BLues.
8.
A hundred days at sea, A wretch away from misery Rummies and rats and tarry jacks my only family The island of salvation is still a scream a way As the lungs of the night blow out the light my heart kneels down to pray Lord why did you take her She meant so much to me Now I’m a wretched soul on a privateer drowning out at sea I’m killing and I’m drinking my blue heart to black But I swear, oh Lord, I’ll never sin again if you bring her back Gypsy was a siren, Dripping with desire Her moonless hair and skin so fair as warm as frozen fire She had the loyalty of a cat, behind those pale green eyes And through her cherry lips the devil slipped, a thousand lies A clan of rogues and vagabonds occupied her head That thieving band took her pale white hand and stole her from my bed And like a ghost ship in the night she drifted out once more To land upon the sand of another lover’s shore Lord why did you take her she meant so much to me Now I’m a wretched soul on a privateer drowning out at sea I’m killing and I’m drinking my blue heart to black But I swear, oh Lord, I’ll never sin again If you bring her back In my sleeping mind she sings a sad and lonely lullaby When I wake there’s just the ache that'll haunt me till I die When those winds of vanity no longer blow her west I pray they’ll guide her home (across the foam) and put my heart to rest Press gang filled this Man-o-War To make the black mouthed cannon roar Now all my trade is ball and blade, and blood forever more And the sting of salt and spray, the ocean’s howl and squall A stumbling wreck, I roam the deck, at the devil’s beck and call.. at the devil’s beck and call Oh, Lord, why did you take her She meant so much to me Now I’m a wretched soul on a privateer Drowning out at sea I’m killing and I’m drinking my blue heart to black But I swear, oh Lord, I’ll never sin again if you bring her back
9.
Tis of a brave young highway man this story I will tell His name was Willie Brennan and in Ireland he did dwell twas on the Killwood Mountains he commenced his wild career and many a wealthy nobleman before him shook with fear Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor Bold, brave undaunted was young Brennan on the moor One day upon the highway as young Willie he went down He met the mayor of Cashiell a mile outside of town The mayor he knew his features and he said, Young man, said he Your name is Willie Brennan, you must come along with me Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor Bold, brave undaunted was young Brennan on the moor Now Brennan's wife had gone to town provisions for to buy And when she saw her Willie she commenced to weep and cry Said, Hand to me that tenpenny, as soon as Willie spoke She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor Bold, brave undaunted was young Brennan on the moor Now with this loaded blunderbuss - the truth I will unfold - He made the mayor tremble and he robbed him of his gold One hundred pounds was offered for his apprehension there So he, with horse and saddle to the mountains did repair Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor Bold, brave undaunted was young Brennan on the moor Now Brennan being an outlaw upon the mountains high With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try He laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said By a false-hearted woman he was cruelly betrayed It was Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor Bold, brave undaunted was young Brennan on the moor
10.
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down One morning in July Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen And she smiled as she passed me by. She looked so sweet from her two white feet To the sheen of her nut-brown hair Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself To make sure I was standing there. As she onward sped 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 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." From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen That I met in the County Down. I've travelled a bit, but never was hit Since my roving career began But fair and square I surrendered there To the charms of young Rose McCann. I'd a heart to let with 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. 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 does my plow turns brown Till a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the star of the County Down. From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen That I met in the County Down. From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen That I met in the County Down.
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THE DIAMOND IS our SHIP MY LADS FOR Nassua WE ARE BOUND So we cut her ropes and cast aside our shackles to the ground The CAPTAIN GIVES THE ORDER TO account upon THE Main To raid the Spanish treasure fleet before we're home again And its cheer up me lads, let your heart never fail ,let the canvas fly Raise the black flag high we're running out full sail www.guitaretab.com/c/corries/229348.html ] Give to us a merry life and a short one it shall be As we hunt the waves and rule the tide we never bend our knee Pirates or privateers fortune's to the bold To No King or Queen to rule our lives but the ocean owns our souls With cannon, cutlass and pistol shot, with terror will we reign, one short drop with a sudden stop is all we have to gain.
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I got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go. I'm gonna leave here running; Walking is most too slow. I'm going back to the border Woman, where I'm better known. You know you haven't done nothing, Drove a good man away from home. When the moon peeks over the mountains I'll be on my way. I'm gonna roam this old highway Until the break of day.
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Can You hear Him Calling? Calling you home Can you see Him reaching, reaching for His own He Wants you as His child, He's calling you my friend He Wants to give you all His love, but you have to let Him in Because He loves us so, for our sins He bore the pain and He says I will not turn away, from those who still need me today Now is the time for you my friend, to turn and face this man and be welcome in His arms of love, just reach out and take His hand.

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released May 2, 2014

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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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