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01 Finnegan's Wake
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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?"
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02 The Black Ship
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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.
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03 Old Triangle
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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
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04 Fire Down Below
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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.
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05 The Dark Lady
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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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06 Grey Funnel Line
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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
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07 First World Blues
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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.
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08 Lover's Wreck
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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
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09 Brennan On the Moor
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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
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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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11 The Diamond
02:33
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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
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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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12 Key to the Highway
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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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Cheeks And Phoenix Kansas City, Missouri
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Celtic Tradition and beyond.
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