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All God’s critters got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got now Listen to the bass it’s the one on the bottom Where the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus Moans and groans with a big too – do, and the old cow just goes moo The dogs and the cats they take up the middle Where the hummingbirds hum and the cricket fiddles The donkey brays and the pony neighs, the old coyote howls Listen to the top where the birds sing On the melody with the high notes ringin’ While the hoot owl hollers over everything, the jay bird disagrees Singin’ in the nighttime singin’ in the day The little duck quacks and he’s on his way The opossum ain’t got much to say, and the porcupine talks to himself It’s a simple song of livin’ sung everywhere By the ox, the fox and the grizzly bear The grumpy alligator and the hawk above The sly raccoon and the turtle dove
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When the sun goes down over Dublin town and the colors last for hours oh The lights come on, the night's a song, and the streets all turn to gold A gentle mist all heaven kissed, like teardrops off an angel's wing Don't you know you'll cleanse your soul, with a walk in the Irish rain Chorus Oh Catherine take my hand, I've got three pounds in change I'll sing ya songs about love again, and when I get too drunk to sing We'll walk in the Irish rain Forever more I've stepped ashore, my sailin' days are over oh Bide my time and by your side, together we'll grow old I put my seed bag in the bin, I brought these pretty flowers home Kiss me Kate, we'll celebrate, before the bloom is gone A Tinker and a tailor and a drunken old sailor, they all get together and start to play Time stands still , they sing their fill, we'll shout 'till the break of day Sweet little lady with a glass of stout, drinkin' it down 'till the foam runs out She'll help her old man home again, with a walk in the Irish rain
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As I was going over, the far famed Kerry Mountains I met with Captain Farrel, and his money he was countin' I frst produced me pistol, and then produced me rapier Sayin' stand and deliver, for you are my bold deciever Chorus With you whack fol the diddley oh, whack for the diddly oh Whack forl the diddly oh, there's whiskey in the jar Icounted out me money, and it made a pretty penny I put it in me pocket, and I gave it to me Jenny She sighed and she swore, that she never would decieve me But the Devil take the women, for they never can b easy I went to me chamber, for to take a slumber I deamt of golden jewels, and sure it was no wonder For Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water And she sent for Captain Farrel, to be ready for the slaughter T'was early in the morning, before I rose to travel The guards were all around me, and likewise Captain Farrell I then produced me pistol, ,for she stole away me rapier But I couldn't shoot the water, So a prisoner I was taken If anyone can help me, it's me brother in the army I think that he is stationed in Cork, or in Killarney And if he comes and joins me, we'll go rovin in Killarney I swear he'd treat me better, than my darlin' sportin' Jenny
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Inch by inch, row by row Gonna make this garden grow All it takes is a rake and a hoe And a piece of fertile ground Inch by inch, row by row Someone bless these seeds I sow Someone warm them from below Till the rain comes tumbling down Pulling weeds and picking stones Man is made of dreams and bones Feel the need to grow my own Cause the time is close at hand Grain for grain, sun and rain Find my way in nature’s chain Tune my body and my brain To the music from the land Plant your row straight and long Temper them with prayer and song Mother Earth will make you strong If you give her loving care An old crow watching hungrily From his perch in yonder tree In my garden I’m as free As the feathered thief up there
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Chorus Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Oh (2x) I am a weaver, a Coulton weaver I'm a rash and a roving blade I've got silver in my pocket I'll a gang for the rovin' trade I was down by Glascow city, Nancy whiskey I chance to meet I went and spent four and sixpence Seven long years and I loved her well The more I kissed her, the more I loved her The more I kissed her, the more I smiled I forgot my mother's teachings Nancy whiskey had me beguiled I rose early in the morning Quenched my thirst, it was my need I tried to rise but, I was not able Nancy whiskey had me by the heels Come all ye weavers, ye Coulton weavers Come all ye weavers, wherever ye be Beware of whiskey, Nancy whiskey She'll ruin you like she ruined me
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Well a fine pint of beer wouldn’t do us any harm And a fine pint of beer wouldn’t do us any harm (2x) And we’ll all hang on behind chorus And we’ll roll the old chariot along, we’ll roll the old chariot along And we’ll roll the old chariot along, And we’ll all hang on behind If the devil’s in the way we’ll roll it over him (3x) And we’ll all hang on behind Now a night with the girls wouldn’t do us any harm And a night with the girls wouldn’t do us any harm (2x) And we’ll all hang on behind Well a fine pint of Guinness wouldn’t do us any harm And a fine pint of Guinness wouldn’t do us any harm (2x) And we’ll all hang on behind
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I’ll tell me ma when I go home The boys won’t leave the girls alone They pulled my hair and they stole me comb But that’s alright till I go home She is handsome she is pretty, she is the bell of Belfast city She is a courting one two three, please won’t you tell me who is she Albert Mooney says he loves her, all the boys are fighting for her They knock at the door and they ring the bell Sayin’ oh my true love are you well Out she comes as white as snow, rings on her fingers bells on her toes Old Johnny Murray says she’ll die If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come tumbling from the sky She’s as nice as apple pie, she’ll get her own lad by and by When she gets a lad of her own, she won’t tell her ma when she goes home Let them all come as they will, for it’s Albert Mooney she loves still
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Tim Finnigan lived in Walkin' street, agentle Irishman, very odd He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet, to rise in the world he carried a hod You see he'd a sort of a tipplin' way, with the love of the liquor poor Tim was born To help him on his work each day, He'd a drop of the craythur every morn Chorus Whack fol the da now dance with your partner Welt the floor your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you Lot's of fun at Finnigans wake One mornin' Tim was very full, His head felt heavy which made him shake He fell from a ladder and broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed With a gallon of whiskey at his feet, and a barrel of porter at his head His friends assembled at the wake, And Mrs. Finnigan called for lunch First she brought in tea and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch Biddy O'Brien began to cry, Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see Tim Mavoureen why did you die, Argh! hold your gob said Paddy McGhee The Maggei O'Conor took up the job, Oh Biddy, says she, your wrong I'm sure Biddy gave her a belt in the gob, and left her sprawling on the floor Then the war did soon engage, woman to woman, and man to man Shelelaigh law was all the rage, and a row and a ruction soon began Then Mickey Maloney raised his head, when a noggin of whiskey flew at him It missed and fallin on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim Tim revives see how he rises, Timothy risin' from the bed Said whirl your whiskey 'round like blazes, Thanuman dial do you think I'm dead
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Near Banbridge Town near the county down, one mornin' last July Down a boreen green came a sweet Colleen , and she smiled as she passed me by Well she looked so sweet form her two bare feet, to the sheen in her nut brown hair Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself, for to see I was really there Chorus From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, and from Gallway to Dublin town No maid I've see like the brown Colleen, That I met in the County Down As she onward sped, sure I shook my head, for to see I was really there And I says says I, to a passer by, who's the girl with the nut brown hair Well he smiles at me and he says says he, she's the queen of old Ireland's crown Sweet Rosie McCann, from the banks of Bann, She's the Star of the County Down At the harvest fair, surely she'll be there, and I'll dress in my Sunday clothes With my hat cocked right and my shoes shone bright, for a smile from my nut brown rose No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke, 'till my plow is a rust colored brown 'Till a smiling bride by my own fireside, sits the Star of the County Down
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There once was a troop of Irish dragoons, Come marching down thru Fyfie, O And the captain feel in love with a very bonnie lass, And the name she was called was pretty Peggy-o There's many a bonnie lass in the glen of Auchterlass There's many a bonnie lass in Gairioch-o There's many a bonnie Jean in the streets of Aberdeen But the flower of them all lives in Fyvie, O O come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy, my dear, Come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o Come down the stairs, comb back your yellow hair, Bid a long farewell to your mammy-o I never did intend a soldier's lady for to be A soldier shall never enjoy me-o I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land And I will never marry a soldier-o The colonel he cried, mount, boys, mount,boys, mount The captain, he cried, tarry-o O tarry yet a while, just another day or twa Til I see if the bonnie lass will marry-o Long ere we came to the glen of Auchterlass We had our captain to carry-o And long ere we won into the streets of Aberdeen We had our captain to bury-o Green grow the birks on bonnie Ethanside And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie, O The captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid He died for the bonny lass of Fyvie, O
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On the banks of the Roses me love and I sat down And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune In the middle of the tune oh she sighed and she said Ar ah Johnny lovely Johnny don’t you leave me When I was a young man I heard my father say That he’s rather see me dead and buried in the clay Sooner than be married to any runaway By the lovely sweet banks of the Roses Then I am no runaway and soon I’ll let them know That I can take the bottle or can leave it alone If her Daddy doesn’t like it, he can keep his daughter at home And young Johnny will go rovin’ with another And when I get married t’will be in the month of May When the leaves they are green and the meadows they are gay And me and my true love we’ll sit and sport and play By the lovely sweet banks of the Roses
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The gypsy rover came over the hill Down through the valley so shady He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang And he won the heart of the lady Ah dee doo ah dee do da day, ah dee do ah dee day He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang And he won the heart of the lady He is no gypsy father dear, but lord of these lands all over I’m going to stay till my dying day, with my whistling gypsy rover Her father saddled up his fastest steed, he ranged the valleys all over He sought his daughter at great speed, and the whistling gypsy rover He came at last to a mansion fine, down by the river Caldy And there was music and there was wine, for his gypsy and his lady He is no gypsy father dear, but lord of these lands all over I’m going to stay till my dying day, with my whistling gypsy rover
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As I came down through Dublin city, at the hour of twelve at night Who should I see but a Spanish lady washing he feet by the candle light First she washed them then she dried them, o’er a fire of amber coal In all my life I ne’er did see a maid so sweet about the soul Chorus Whack for the too - ra- lo – loo – ra lad - dy Whack for the too – ra – loo – ra – lay As I came back through Dublin city, at the hour of half past eight Who should I spy but the Spanish lady, brushing her hair in the broad daylight First she tossed it then she brushed it, on her lap was a silver comb In all my life I ne’er did see a maid so fair since I did roam As I went back through Dublin city as the sun began to set Who should I spy but the Spanish lady, catching a moth in a golden net When she saw me then she fled me, lifting her petticoat over her knee In all my life I ne’er did see a maid so shy as the Spanish lady I’ve wandered north and I’ve wandered south, Through Stonybatter and Patrick’s close Up and around by Glouster Diamond and back by Napper tandy’s houe Old age has laid her hand on me cold as fire of ashy coals In all my life I ne’er did see a maid so sweet as the Spanish Lady
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Oh Oh the rattling bog, the bog down in the valley-o (2x) 1) And in that bog there was a tree, a rare tree a ramblin’ tree Well the tree in the bog and the bog down in the valley-o 2) And on that tree there was a limb, a rare limb a ramblin’ limb Well the limb on the tree.. 3) And on the limb there was branch, Well the branch on the limb, ect.. 4) And on that branch there was a twig.. Well the twig on the branch 5) And on that twig there was a nest… Well the nest on the twig.. 6) And in that nest there was an egg, Well the egg in the nest … 7)And on that egg there was a bird Well the bird on the egg.. 8)And on that bird there was a feather well the feather on the bird… 9)And on that feather there was a flea The flea on the feather…
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Oh the summer time is coming, and the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain tyme, grows around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go And we’ll all go together To pull wild mountain tyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go I will build my love a bower, near yon pure crystal fountain And around it I will pile, all the flowers of the mountain Will ye go lassie go If my true love she were gone, I would surely find no other Where the wild mountain tyme, grows around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go

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