Bullshitting

I miss the days we used to invade camps and sing for them...
I'm going to post up all the lyrics we have so far for all the songs we sang or wanted to sing, add some more if you want  

Alyria

[The Bonny Scotsman]

The Bonny Scotsman

Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair,
And one could tell by how he walked he’d drunk more than his share.
He fumbled ‘round until he could no longer keep his feet,
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

Ring-ding-diddle-iddle-adi-o Ring-da-diddly-ai-o

He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.
About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by,
One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye,

“See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome build,
I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kilt?”

Ring-ding-diddle-iddle-adi-o Ring-da-diddly-ai-o

I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kilt?
They crept up on theat sleeping Scotsman, quiet as could be,
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see.
And there, behold, for them to view beneath his Scottish shirt,
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth.

Ring-ding-diddle-iddle-adi-o Ring-da-diddly-ai-o

Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth.
They marveled for a moment than one said, “we must be gone,
Let’s leave a present for our friend before we move along.”
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow,
Around the bonny-star the Scot’s kilt did lift and show.

Ring-ding-diddle-iddle-adi-o Ring-da-diddly-ai-o

Around the bonny-star the Scot’s kilt did lift and show.
Now the Scotsman woke to nature’s call and stumbled towards a tree,
Behind the bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees.
And in a startled voice he says to what’s before his eyes,
“Lad I don’t know where ya been but I see you won first prize.”

Ring-ding-diddle-iddle-adi-o Ring-da-diddly-ai-o

Lad I don’t know where ya been but I see you won first prize.

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Another Irish Drinking Song
by Da Vinci's Notebook

Gather ’round, ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while
And hearken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle
Let’s all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone
And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song

Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox
Me brother drank the whiskey ’til he wound up in a box
My other brother in the Troubles met with his demise
My sister has forever closed her smiling Irish eyes

CHORUS:
Now everybody’s died
So until our tears are dried
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink,
and then we’ll drink some more
We’ll dance and sing and fight
until the early morning light
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinking once again

Kenny was killed in Kilkenny and Claire, she died in Clare
Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air
Shannon jumped into the River Shannon back in June
Ernie fell into the Erne, and Tom is in the Toome

“Cleanliness is godliness” me Uncle Pat would sing
He broke his neck a’slippin’ on a bar of Irish Spring
O’Grady, he was 80 though his bride was just a pup
He died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up

CHORUS

Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the banks of old Doneen
He took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen
Crazy Uncle Mike believed he was a leprechaun -
In fact he’s just a leper, and his arms and legs are gone

When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin’ shame
He wasn’t really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame
McNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit
But he was just a Scotsman, so nobody gave a (ARRGHH)

CHORUS

Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar
The road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his car
Irony was what befell my great-grand Uncle Sam
He choked upon the very last potato in the land

Conor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms
Until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms
And dear old Father Flanagan, who left the lord’s employ
Drunk on sacramental wine, beneath the altar boy

CHORUS

(slower)

Someday soon I’ll leave this world of pain and toil and sin
The Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin
Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you

(a tempo)

He kills the cast of Riverdance, and Michael Flatley too

CHORUS (2x)

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[The Pirates Call (POTC 3)]

The Pirates Call (POTC 3)

Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho,
thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.

The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her Bones.
The seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will we'll roam.

Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die.

Some men have died
and some are alive
and others sail on the sea
– with the keys to the cage...
and the Devil to pay
we lay to Fiddler's Green!

The bell has been raised
from it's watery grave...
Do you hear it's sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
pay head the squall
and turn your sail toward home!

Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die.

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Bedlam Boys (Tom of Bedlam)
words and music traditional

For to see my Tom of Bedlam, 10,000 miles I'd travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, to save her shoes from gravel.
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.

I went down to Satin's kitchen, for to beg me food one morning
There I got souls piping hot, all on the spit a turning.

There I picked up a cauldron, Where boiled 10,000 harlots
Though full of flame I drank the same, to the health of all such varlets.

My staff has murdered giants, my bag a long knife carries
For to cut mince pies from children's thighs, with which to feed the fairies.

Spirits white as lightning, shall on my travels guide me
The moon would quake and the stars would shake, when' ere they espied me.

No gypsy slut nor doxy, shall win my Mad Tom from me
I'll weep all night, the stars I'll fight, the fray will well become me.

It's when next I have murdered, the Man-In-The-Moon to powder
His staff I'll break, his dog I'll bake, they'll howl no demon louder.

So drink to Tom of Bedlam, he'll fill the seas in barrels
I'll drink it all, all brewed with gall, with Mad Maudlin I will travel.

Background:

Tom of Bedlam is one of the earliest songs about madness that was first introduced in 1618. Bedlam was a common name for St. Bartholomew's hospital, which housed the insane. During the 18th century it was a popular diversion to visit the hospital to watch the antics of the poor inmates. Admission was one penny and it is said the hospital realized an income of four hundred pounds a year from visitors.

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[Mary Mac]

Mary Mac
------Carbon Leaf

There's a wee little lass and her name is Mary Mac
Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track.
Lots of other fellas wanna' get up on her back,
but I think they're gonna' have to get up early.
Chorus...
Now this wee lass, she has a lot of class.
She has a lot of brass and her mother thinks I'm a gas.
So I'd be a silly ass if I let the matter pass,
for my mother thinks she suits me rather fairly.
Chorus...
Now Mary and her mother gang an awful lot together.
In fact you hardly see the one or the one without the other.
And the lads often wonder if it's Mary or her mother
or the both of them together that I'm courtin'.
Chorus...
I said, well bonnie lass, where you going to spend the day?
She said, among the heather and the hills of Banoffee,
where all the boys and girls are makin' it for free,
up among the heather and the hills of Banoffee.
Chorus...
The wedding's on Wednesday. Everything's arranged.
Soon her name will change to mine unless her mind be changed.
We're making the arrangements and I'm just a bit deranged.
For marriage is an awful undertakin'.
Chorus...
It's sure to be a grand affair and grander than a fair.
There's going to be a coach and pair for every couple there.
We'll dine upon the finest fare. I'm sure to get my share.
If I don't we'll all be very much mistaken.
Chorus...
There's a wee little lass and her name is Mary Mac
Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track.
Lots of other fellas trying to get up on her back,
but I think they're gonna' have to get up early.

Chorus..

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The Queen of Argyll

Gentlemen it is me duty
To inform you of one beauty
Though I'd ask of you a favor
Not to seek her for a while
Though I own she is a creature
Of character and feature
No words can paint the picture
Of the Queen of all Argyll

{Refrain}

And if you could have seen her there
Boys, if you had just been there
The swan was in her movements
And the morning in her smile
All the roses in the garden
They bow and ask her pardon
For not one could match the beauty
Of the Queen of all Argyll

On the evening that I mentioned
I passed with light intention
Through a part of our dear country
Known for beauty and for style
In the place of noble thinkers
Of scholars and great drinkers
But above them all for splendor
Shone the Queen of all Argyll

{Refrain}

So my lads I needs must leave you
My intentions no' to grieve you
Nor indeed would I deceive you
Oh I'll see you in a while
I must find some way to gain her
To court her and attain her
I fear my heart's in danger
From the Queen of all Argyll

{Refrain Twice}

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[All For Me Grog]

All For Me Grog
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words and music Traditional

Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It's all for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander

Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots?
They're all gone for me beer and tobacco
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking out for better weather

Chorus

Where is me shirt, my noggin', noggin' shirt?
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn
And the tail is looking out for better weather

Chorus

I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me slumber
For I spent all me dough on the lassies movin' slow
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Chorus

Where is me bed, me noggin' noggin bed
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
Well I lent it to a whore and now the sheets are all tore
And the springs are looking out for better whether.

Chorus

Where is me wench, me noggin' noggin' wench
She's all gone for beer and tobacco
Well her (clap) is all worn out and her (clap) is knocked about
And her (clap) is looking out for better whether.

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Do Virgins taste better than those who are not?

A dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.

Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch.
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect.

Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?

Now we'd like to be shed you, and many have tried.
But no one can get through your thick scaly hide.
We hope that some day, some brave knight will come by.
'Cause we can't wait around 'til you're too fat to fly.

Now you have such good taste in your women for sure,
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
But your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch,
For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.

Now we've found a solution, it works out so neat,
If you insist on nothing but virgins to eat.
No more will our number ever grow small,
We'll simply make sure there's no virgins at all!

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Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street,
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet,
An' to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way
but for the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day,
he'd a drop of the craythur every morn
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
round the flure yer trotters shake
Bend an ear to the truth they tell ye,
we had lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
One morning Tim got rather full,
his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and
they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet,
and laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet
and a barrel of porter at his head

His friends assembled at the wake,
and Widow Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake,
then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim, auvreem! O, why did you die?",
"Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the cry,
"O Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
and sent her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage,
t'was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
and a row and a ruction soon began

Mickey Maloney ducked his head
when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed,
the liquor scattered over Tim
Now the spirits new life gave the corpse, my joy!
Tim jumped like a Trojan from the bed
Cryin will ye walup each girl and boy,
t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"

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[Greensleeves]

Greensleeves

Alas, my love you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously
And I have loved you so long
Delighting in your company

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my Lady Greensleeves.

I have been ready at your hand
to grant whatever you would crave;
I have both wagered life and land
Your love and good will for to have

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my Lady Greensleeves.

I bought the kerchers to thy head
That were wrought fine and gallantly
I kept thee both at board and bed
Which cost my purse well favouredly.

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my Lady Greensleeves.

Greensleeves, now farewell! adieu!
God I pray to prosper thee;
For I am still thy lover true
Come once again and love me.

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my Lady Greensleeves.

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Gypsy Rover

A gypsy rover came over the hill
Down through the valley so shady.
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.

Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.

She left her father's castle gate.
She left her own fine lover.
She left her servants and her state
To follow her gypsy rover.

She left behind her velvet gown
And shoes of Spanish leather
They whistled and they sang 'till the green woods rang
As they rode off together

Last night, she slept on a goose feather bed
With silken sheets for cover
Tonight she'll sleep on the cold, cold ground
Beside her gyspy lover

Her father saddled up his fastest stead
And roamed the valley all over.
Sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistlin' gypsy rover.

He came at last to a mansion fine
Down by the river Claydee.
And there was music and there was wine
For the gypsy and his lady.

"Have you forsaken your house and home?
Have you forsaken your baby?
Have you forsaken your husband dear
For a whistling gypsy rover?"

"He is no gypsy, my Father," she cried
"but Lord of these lands all over.
And I shall stay 'til my dying day
with my whistlin' gypsy rover."

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Irish Ballad 
words and music by Tom Lehrer

About a maid I'll sing a song,
sing rickety tickety tin.
About a maid I'll sing a song,
who did not have her family long....
Not only did she do them wrong.
She did everyone of them in.
Them in. She did every one of them in

One morning in a fit of pique
sing rickety tickety tin
One morning in a fit of pique
she drowned her father in the creek.
The water tasted bad for a week...
And we had to make do with gin,
With gin, We had to make do with gin.

Her mother she could never stand
sing rickety tickety tin.
Her Mother she could never stand
and so a cyanide soup she planned.
The mother died with a spoon in her hand...
And her face in a hideous grin,
A grin, Her face in a hideous grin.

She set her sisters hair on fire
sing rickety tickety tin.
She set her sisters hair on fire,
and as the smoke and flame grew higher,
She danced around the funeral pyre.....
Playing a violin,
O-lin, Playing a violin.

She tied her brother down with stones
sing rickety tickety tin.
She tied her brother down with stones
and sent him off to Davy Jones.
All they ever found were the bones...
And occassional pieces of skin,
Of skin, Occassional pieces of skin.

One day when she had nothing to do
sing rickety tickety tin.
One day when she had nothing to do,
she cut her baby brother in two.
Served him up in an Irish stew...
And invited the neighbors in,
-Bors in, Invited the neighbors in.

And when at last the police came by,
sing rickety tickety tin.
And when at last the police came by,
Her little crime she did not deny.
To do so she would have had to lie...
And lying she knew was a sin,
A sin, Lying she knew was a sin.

My tragic tale I won't prolong
sing rickety tickety tin.
My tragic tale I won't prolong
and if you did not enjoy my song
You've yourself to blame if its to long...
You should never have let me begin!
Begin! You should never have let me begin!

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[Johnny Jump Up]

Johnny Jump Up

I'll tell you a story that happened to me
One day as I went down to Cork by the sea
The sun it was hot and the day it was warm,
Says I a quiet pint wouldn't do me no harm

I went in and I called for a bottle of stout
Says the barman, I'm sorry, all the beer is sold out
Try whiskey or paddy, ten years in the wood
Says I, I'll try cider, I've heard it was good.
Oh never, Oh never, Oh never again
If I live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten
I fell to the ground and I couldn't get up
After drinking a quart of the Johnny Jump Up
After downing the third I went out to the yard
Where I bumped into Brody, the big civic guard
Come here to me boy, don't you know I'm the law?
Well, I up with me fist and I shattered his jaw

He fell to the ground with his knees doubled up
But it wasn't I hit him, 'twas Johnny Jump Up
The next thing I remember down in Cork by the sea
Was a cripple on crutches and says he to me

I'm afraid of me life I'll be hit by a car
Won't you help me across to the Celtic Knot Bar?
After downing a quart of that cider so sweet
He threw down his crutches and danced on his feet

I went up the lee road, a friend for to see
They call it the madhouse in Cork by the Sea
Butl when I got there, sure the truth I will tell,
They had this poor bugger locked up in a cell

Said the guard, testing him, say these words if you can,
"Around the rugged rock the ragged rascal ran"
Tell him I'm not crazy, tell him I'm not mad
It was only a sip of the bottle I had

Well, a man died in the mines by the name of McNabb
They washed him and laid him outside on the slab
And after the parlors measurements did take
His wife brought him home to a bloody fine wake

Twas about 12 o'clock and the beer was high
The corpse sits up and says with a sigh
I can't get to heaven, they won't let me up
Til I bring them a quart of the Johnny Jump Up

So if ever you go down to Cork by the sea
Stay out of the ale house and take it from me
If you want to stay sane don't you dare take a sup
Of that devil drink cider called Johnny Jump Up

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Lily the Pink

Here's a story, a little bit gory,
A little bit happy, a little bit sad,
Of Lily the Pink and her medicinal compound,
And how it slowly drove her to the bad.

Meet Ebenezer, thought he was Julius Caesar.
So they put him in a home.
And then they gave him medicinal compound,
And now he's Emporer of Rome.
We'll drink a drink a drink
To Lily the pink the pink the pink
The savior of [the savior of] the human race.
She invented medicinal compound.
Most efficacious in every case.
Meet Johnny Hammer had a t-t-terrible s-s-stammer.
He could b-barely say a word.
So they gave him medicinal compound,
And now he's seen, but never heard.

And Freddie Clinger, the opera singer,
Who could break glasses with his voice they said.
So on his tonsils he rubbed medicinal compound,
And now they break glasses over his head.

And Mr. Frears, who had sticky out ears.
And it made him awful shy.
So they gave him medicinal compound,
And now he's learning how to fly.

And Uncle Paul, he was very small. He
Was the shortest man in town.
So on his body he rubbed medicinal compound,
And now he's six foot, but it's underground.

Lily died and went up to heaven.
Oh, the church bells they did ring.
She took with her medicinal compound.
Hark the herald angels sing.

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Scarborough Faire

Are you going to Scarborough Faire?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lived there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Have her make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Without no seams, nor fine needle work.
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Gather it up in a basket of flowers
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Have her wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Where water ne'er sprung, nor drop of rain fell.
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to to find me an acre of land.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the sea foam and over the sand.
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Plow the land with the horn of a lamb.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Then sow some seeds from north of the dam.
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Have her reap it with a sickle of leather.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Gather it up in a bunch of heather.
Then she'll be a true love of mine

If she tells me she can't, then I'll reply.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Let me know, that at least she will try.
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Though not more than any heart asks.
And I must know she's true love of mine

When thou has finished thy task.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Come to me my hand for to ask.
For then you'll be a true love of mine

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[The Mermaid Song]

The Mermaid Song

Twas Friday morn when we set sail
And we were not far from the land
When the captain, he spied a lovely mermaid
With a comb and a glass in her hand

O the ocean's waves will roll
And the stormy winds will blow
While we poor sailors go skipping to the top
And the landlubbers lie down below (below, below)
And the landlubbers lie down below

And up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
And a well-spoken man was he
I have me a wife in Salem by the sea
And tonight she a widow will be

And up spoke the cookie of our gallant ship
And a red hot cookie was he
Saying I care much more for my pots and my pans
Than I do for the bottom of the sea

Then up spoke the cabinboy, of our gallant ship
And a nasty little lad was he.
I'm not quite sure I can spell "mermaid"
But I'm going to the bottom of the sea.

Then three times around went our gallant ship
And three times around went she
Three times around went our gallant ship
And she sank to the bottom of the sea

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The Parting Glass

Of all the money that ere I had, I spent it in good company.
And of all the harm that ere I've done, alas was done to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit, to memory now I cannot recall.
So fill me to the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all.

Of all the comrades that ere I had, they're sorry for my going away,
And of all the sweethearts that ere I had , they wish me one more day to stay,
But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise while you should not,
I will gently rise and I'll softly call, "Goodnight and joy be with you all!"

Oh, 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 rosey cheeks and ruby lips, she alone has my heart in thrall.
So fill me to the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all.

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What do you do with a drunken Sailor

What'll we do with a drunken sailor,
What'll we do with a drunken sailor,
What'll we do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-aye in the morning?

Chorus:
Way hay and up she rises (x3)
Earl-aye in the morning

1. Put him in the long boat till he's sober,
2. Keep him there and make 'im bale 'er.
3. Shave his belly with a rusty razor.
4. Put him in bed with the captain's daughter.

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Whisky in the Jar

As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy

I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water,
Then sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.

It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel,
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army,
If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny

Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

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Wild Mountain Thyme

Oh, the summer time is coming,
And the trees are blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.
Will you go, lassie, will you go?
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will you go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a bower
By yon clear and crystal fountain,
And all around the bower,
I'll pile flowers from the mountain.

If my true love, she won't have me,
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.

Oh, the summertime is coming
And thre trees are blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.

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[Wild Rover]

Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many a year,
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
But now I've returned 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 rover
No never, no more.
I went down to an ale house I used to frequent,
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, but she answered me "Nay.
Such custom like yours I could have any day."

I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright,
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight,
She said, "I have whiskeys and wines of the best,
And I'll take you upstairs, and I'll show you the rest.

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done,
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they caress me as oft times before,
I never will play the wild rover no more!

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15 Men on a Dead mans chest

Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil be done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

The mate was fixed by the bos’n’s pike
The bos’n’ brained with a marlin spike and
Cookey’s throat was marked belike It
Had been gripped by fingers ten and
There they lay all good dead men like
Break o’ day in a boozing ken__
Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum

Fifteen men of a whole ship’s list
Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

The skipper lay with his nob in gore where the
Scullion’s axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four and
There he lay and the soggy skies
Dripped all day in up-staring eyes at
Murk sunset and at foul sur-prise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Fifteen men of ‘em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Ten of the crew had the murder mark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

‘Twas a cutlass swipe or and ounce of lead or a
Yawning hole in a battered head
and the scuppers glut with a yawning red and
There they lay aye damn my eyes
All lookouts clapped on par - a - dise all
Souls bound just con – tra – ri - wise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Fifteen men of ‘em good and true
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Every man Jack could ha’ sailed with old Pew
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

There was chest on chest of Spanish gold with a
Ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot with stuff un told As
They lay there that had took the plum
With a sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Fifteen men of a dead man’s chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

We wrapped ‘em all in a mains’l tight with
Twice ten turns of a hausers bight
And we heaved ‘em over and out of sight with a
Yo heave ho and fare you well
And a sullen plunge in a sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

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Biddy McGraw

Oh, let me tell you of a story that will give you a shock,
A story 'bout a murder on St. John's Dock;
The person in question was Biddy McGraw,
And she strangled two sailors with the straps of her bra.

Too rah hoo rah hah, fiddle dee da ra,
Too rah too rah too rah hah.

Well, they tried to dope her with foreign liquor,
But even then they couldn't lick her;
She remembered she was told by her ma and her da,
To keep both hands on the straps of yer bra.

Too rah hoo rah hah, fiddle dee da ra,
Too rah too rah too rah hah.

So she wrapped those straps around the big fellers head,
And she threw him in the river like a crust of bread;
Then the small feller laughed and he said, "Hee Haw",
So she stuffed his gob with the rest of her bra.

His face turned purple and before he fell,
She picked up her miniskirt and ran like hell.

Too rah hoo rah hah, fiddle dee da ra,
Too rah too rah too rah hah.

She went home that night 'bout a quarter to one,
Happy and contented with a job well done;
She told her story to her ma and her da,
They said, "T'anks be to God you were wearin' yer bra!"

Too rah hoo rah hah, fiddle dee da ra,
Too rah too rah too rah hah.

Now all you ladies who go walking late at night,
Don't keep the straps of yer bra too tight;
Just remember the story of Biddy McGraw,
And keep both yer hands on the straps of yer bra.

Too rah hoo rah hah, fiddle dee da ra,
Too rah too rah too rah hah.

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[Leaf on the Wind]

  These are from the Bedlam Bards "On the Drift" CD, a tribute to Serenity, Firefly and all those involved...

Alyria
Leaf on the Wind

"On The Drift" by the Bedlam Bards
 tune and lyrics by James Hazlerig

I was born on a rock where the stars didn't shine,
now I soar like a leaf on the wind,
The clouds were polluted, the sea filled with brine,
now I soar like a leaf on the wind,

I swore to myself that above it I'd rise,
Sail over the mountains and into the skies,
To see the stars brighter than man can devise,
I'd soar like a leaf on the wind.

When governments quarreled, I was called to the fight,
to soar like a leaf on the wind,
I offered my wings to the side I thought right,
to soar like a leaf on the wind,

Now after two sorties, my boat ran aground,
My captors with laurels of vict'ry were crowned,
When the killing was over, my freedom I found,
to soar like a leaf on the wind.

I wandered the whole 'verse, I went where I'd please,
adrift like a leaf on the wind,
I spent a whole month trying to juggle geese,
adrift like a leaf on the wind,

But wherever I went, there was one thing I'd lack,
The stars, they were calling for me to come back,
Farewell to the land and Ni-Hao to the black!
Once more I'm a leaf on the wind.

The Renshaw Boys begged me; Tanaka he raved,
to soar like a leaf on the wind,
Serenity's crew had the one thing I craved,
as I soared like a leaf on the wind,

The moons and the planets each have their own charms,
But the heavens I sought were in Zoe's strong arms,
A warrior, a Goddess, to keep me from harm,
as I soar like a leaf on the wind.

Now sometimes I carry a gun when I roam,
though I soar like a leaf on the wind,
With puppets and dinosaurs, I'm much more at home,
as I soar like a leaf on the wind,

Laughter was always my ally in life,
And humor has always deflected my strife,
It got me through torture, it won me my wife,
and I soar like a leaf on the wind.

It ain't easy to pilot a ship that can't turn,
but I'll soar like a leaf on the wind,
Can't pull crazy Ivans, can't go for hard burn,
but I'll soar like a leaf on the wind,

Now, once you've made sure that the signal gets through,
There's one final thing that I want you to do,
Put me where I'll see stars, so that I can see you,
and I'll soar like a leaf on the wind.

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The Ballad of Joss

tune by Ben Edlund           
lyrics by James Hazlerig 

 

Joss, the man they call Joss . . .

 CHORUS:

He wrote about spaceships and shepherds and whores,
Stood up to the networks and gave 'em what for.
Fox cancelled his program, but that was their loss--
The creator of Firefly, the man they call Joss!

 
Joss saw the viewers' hearts breakin',
He heard the Browncoats' lament,
He saw Fox management takin',
His show in a way that made no sense.
(He said) "You can't do that to my program,
Can't grind it under your heel."
So he took all his cast, and now at last,
They've landed a Big Damn Movie deal!

 CHORUS

 Now, here is what separates Firefly
From other shows you're likely to see:
It's meaningful and witty, and the setting's really gritty,
And the theme song's about Serenity.
It's a little like a western, (hyah!)
And a little like X-Files,
It's better than Trek, and it's funnier than Shrek,
And it beats out Andromeda by miles!

 CHORUS

FIDDLE AND BLUES GUITAR BREAK

 Now here is what separates Whedon,
From writers who slave in the core:
The man they call Joss, well, he said to Fox,
"I'm going where no show has gone before."
He told us about reavers,
He told us about sin,
He took us to the black, and we ain't comin' back,
'till all those crazy Browncoats rise again!

 CHORUS

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SAIL THE SKY
                                                                                               
tune and lyrics by Brandon Klassen


With all my fears and sorrows close
I'm hanging on--just hanging on
I wish that you were here with me
To sail the sky Serenity

 CHORUS:
And take me high or take me low
Through to the end where I may go
If I can stand, then I shall pass
Pass beyond this night of black
Pass beyond this night of black
 
How many words did you impart
While I chose to close my heart
And unto God you made this plea
Safe sail the sky Serenity

 CHORUS

If just once more we dance in light
Or trace our tears through one more fight
What could I say to set you free?
But sail the sky Serenity

CHORUS
FIDDLE BREAK

As stars burn bright and rise the dawn
So our paths must journey on
We lose not hope in family
Still sail the sky Serenity

 CHORUS (X2)

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Hmm...need to hear them.

i've heard a rumor that there is a cd floating around out there with all these songs on it.  i would love to get my hands on that.  i really need to start listening to them if i want to know any of the words by faire time.

that would be a great project for someone.  compile all this music and burn off cds for the interested.

Nicole did that already.
I need to post all the songs on the website for download, once I figure a secure way to do that.  But I don't have the bandwidth to let like 20 of you guys download them from me...so, ideas?

[The Errant Apprentice]

The Errant Apprentice (Thud's Song)
By Andy M. Stewart

When I was a young apprentice and less than compos mentis
I took leave of all my senses, with a maid I fell in love
Her ringlets so entwined me, Aphrodite's smile did blind me
Cupid's arrow struck behind me, and her father owned a pub
It was there I met my nemesis in her father's licensed premises
Like the Seraphim of Genesis, sat Mary Anne Maguire
Arrayed in fine apparel, astride a porter barrel
She looked the kind of girl that would fill you with desire

All the turtle doves were cooing as I took to my wooing
Her loveliness pursuing in the springtime of that year
But she thought I should be older
And more gallant and much bolder
In the uniform of a soldier, 'tis then she'd hold me dear
In extremis and euphoria, I joined with Queen Victoria
For a spell of death or gloria, a-fighting with the Boers
To the wind I threw all caution, I'll return with fame and fortune
And together make a portion of matrimony's chores

On the gravestone of her mother, she swore she loved no other
But I was to soon discover that she played me for a berk
For lady-luck had beached me and intelligence had reached me
Whilst I'd been overseas she had married to a Turk
Well me, I then deserted for to find the girl who'd flirted
Back to Ireland I reverted for my jealousy was roused
In Maguire's pub in Derry, I found him making merry
With his arms around my Mary as together they caroused

So I took my time and waited until his thirst was sated
And home he naivigated through the streets of Derry town
At his lodgin's he stood knocking and whilst they were unlocking
I put a stone into a stocking on his head I brought it down
'Twas then the night's serenity was rent with loud obscenity
And Ottoman profanity that I couldn't understand
With an oath he made to grab me, with full intent to stab me
But as he tried to kebab me, I was screaming up the strand

All around the town's perimeter he chased me with his scimitar
A powerful passion limiter to an errant in his pride
Through the waterside he chased me, to the Bridge of Foyle he raced me
And at Derry Quay he faced me, so I jumped into the tide
Sure, bravery's no virtue when some heathen's trying to hurt you
And all noble thoughts desert you when you see his curly knife
For there's many things worth trying for and occasionally worth lying for
But there's bugger-all worth dying for, so I'll stick to the soldier's life



Rambling Rover (New song that Scott wanted us to learn)
By Silly Wizard


(CHORUS) Oh there's sober men & plenty
And drunkards barely twenty
There are men of over ninety
That have never yet kissed a girl.
But give me a rambling rover
Fae Orkney down to Dover
We will roam the country over
And together we'll face the world.

There's many that feign enjoyment
From merciless employment
Their ambition was this deployment
From the minute they left the school
And they save and scrape and ponder,
While the rest go out and squander
See the world and rove and wander -
And they're happier as a rule.

CHORUS

I've roamed through all the nations
Ta'en delight in all creation
And I've tried a wee sensation
Where the company did prove kind.
When parting was no pleasure
I've drunk another measure
To the good friends that we treasure
For they always are in our mind.

CHORUS

If you're bent with arthritis
Your bowels have got colitis
You've galloping ballicitus
And you're thinking it's time you died.
If you've been a man of action
While you're lying there in traction
You may gain some satisfaction
Thinking "Jesus, at least I've tried."

CHORUS

I've uploaded these songs to http://muzyk.plynke.com/. I would upload more but my cd broke on my way here... If someone could get me a copy I could probably upload others. I don't think I would upload the entire thing because it wasn't all stuff we sing. But I'm willing to upload requests.

Available songs:
Gypsy Bardic Tinker People
March of Cambreadth
The Errant Apprentice
Rambling Rover
The Witch of Westmoreland

the lumberjack song!!