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The Leaving of Liverpool
03:20
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Farewell to Princes' landing stage River Mersey fare thee well
I am bound for California, a place I know right well
Chorus:
So fare thee well my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee
I've sailed on a Yankee clipper ship, "Davy Crockett" is her name
And Burgess is the captain of her and they say that she's a floating frame
Chorus...
I have sailed with Burgess once before, I think I know him well
If a man's a seaman he will get along, if not then he's sure in hell
Chorus...
Well the sun is on the harbour love, no more I can remain
For I know it will be a long long time till I see you again
Chorus...
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Botany Bay
03:40
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I'm on my way down to the quay, where the ship at anchor lays
To command a gang of navvys, that they told me to engage
I thought I'd drop in for a drink before I went away
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lies
Chorus:
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin, she's lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
The boss came up this morning, he says "Well, Pat you know
If you don't get your navvys out, I'm afraid you'll have to go"
So I asked him for my wages and demanded all my pay
For I told him straight, I'm going to emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay
Chorus...
And when I reach Australia I'll go and look for gold
There's plenty there for the digging of, or so I have been told
Or else I'll go back to my trade and a hundred bricks I'll lay
Because I live for an eight hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay
Chorus...
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The Big Strong Man
03:23
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Have you heard about the big strong man? He lived in a caravan.
Have you heard about the Jeffries-Johnson fight? Oh, Lord what a hell of a night.
You can take all of the heavyweights you’ve got - we’ve got a lad that can beat the whole lot.
He used to ring bells in the belfry, now he’s gonna fight Jack Dempsey.
Chorus:
It's me brother Sylvest’ (What’s he got?)
A row of forty medals on his chest (big chest!)
Killed fifty bad men in the west; he knows no rest.
Think of a man, hells’ fire, don’t push, just shove, Plenty of room for you and me.
He’s got an arm like a leg (a ladies’ leg!) And a punch that would sink a battleship (big ship!)
It takes all of the Army and the Navy to put the wind up Sylvest’.
Now, he thought he’d take a trip to Italy.
He thought that he’d go by sea.
He jumped off the harbor in New York,
And swam like a man made of Cork.
He saw the Lusitania in distress.
He put the Lusitania on his chest.
He drank all of the water in the sea,
And he walked all the way to Italy.
Chorus...
He thought he take a trip to old Japan.
They brought out the big brass band.
He took took all of the instruments you’ve got,
Like a lad, sure he played the whole lot.
Well the old church bells will ring (Hells bells!)
The old church choir will sing (Hells fire!)
They all bowed down to say goodbye to me brother Sylvest’.
Chorus...
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I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums did beat
And the law being English feet, they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me father'd come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus...
Chorus:
Oh, come out you black and tans, Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the old brigade made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.
Come let me hear you tell
How you slammed the great Parnell,
When you fought him well and truly persecuted,
Where are the smears and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of Sixteen were executed.
Chorus...
Come tell us how you slew
Those brave Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely fought each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
Chorus...
The day is coming fast
And the hour is here at last,
When each yeoman will be cast aside before us,
And if there be a need
Sure my kids wil sing, "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of Steven Behan's chorus.
Chorus...
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The Orange and the Green
03:47
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© 2015 Tom Feild
Chorus:
The girl with the shamrock tattoo
The girl with the shamrock tattoo
It's not hidden, but it's not in plain view
The girl with the shamrock tattoo
She'd been thinking about it for some little time
To honor a loved one and her heritage line
It all came to pass on a St' Paddy's Day
The planets aligned in a perfect way
Chorus...
Buzz buzz buzz, pinch pinch pinch
The needle flew, the design was a cinch
The arist was quick, gentle and kind
It was over before he could change her mind
Chorus...
It's been a long day and she readies for bed
She sees the tattoo, smiles and shakes her head
A bittersweet thought that memories trigger
She thinks to herself "my next one will be bigger!"
Chorus...
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An Poc ar Buile
03:55
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Ar mo dhul dom siar chun Droichead Uí Mhórdhal
As I set out for old Dromore
Píce im dhóid is mé ag dul i meitheal
Pick in hand to work in a gang there
Cé chasfail orm i gcumar ceoidh
Who should I meet but a mean old goat
Ach pocán crón is é ar buile
charging through the mist in anger
Curfá: Chorus (after each verse):
Aillilliú, puilliliú, ailliliú, tá an poc ar buile
Aillilliú, puilliliú, ailliliú, tá an poc ar buile
Do ritheamar trasna trí ruilleogach
He chased me o'er a rocky course
Is do ghluais an comhrac ar fud na muinge
And through the bog there was no stoppin'
Is treascairt dá bhfuair se sna turtóga
'Til he caught his horns in a clump of gorse
Chuas ina aoinneaoin ar a dhroim le fuinneamh
And I leapt on his back despite his buckin'
Chorus...
Bhí garda mór i mBaile an Róistigh
In Rochestown the guards in force
Is bhailigh fórsaí chun sinn a chlipeadh
Led by the sergeant tried to catch us
Do bhuail sé rop dá adhairc sa tóin air
It butted him straight in the arse
Is dá bhristi nua do dhein se giobail
Til his new trousers were in tatters
Chorus...
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Fifty Shades of Beer
03:12
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©2015 Peter Rodgers
A sultry Sunday night, now the festival is over
It's been a long auld slog, still I'm proud of stayin' sober
For three delirious days we've been playing like bejaysis
Yellin' from the stage across a field of glowin' faces
Comin' from the Em'rald Isle to this dusty desert city,
Singin' rowdy rebel songs had me feeling dry and gritty
When these bleary Irish eyes, they were met with the allure
Of a sea of shining liquor headed for the nearest sewer
Chorus:
50 Shades of beer sittin' waitin' on the table,
A reassuring voice sayin' "Drink it, if you're able!"
Tell 'em no ("Tell 'em no!")
Let it go-oh
Me drinkin'days are over, I'll be on me merry way
There's a comely lookin' barmaid with a twinkle in her eye
Though the night is only young I have to turn my head and sigh
There'll be work again on Monday now I have to keep it clean
If I give in now I know that I'll be forty shades of green
Chorus:
50 Shades of beer sittin' waitin' on the table,
A reassuring voice sayin' "Drink it, if you're able!"
Tell 'em no ("Tell 'em no!")
Let it go-oh
Me drinkin'days are over, I'll be on me merry way
Bridge:
We'll be a long time dead once into the ground we go,
So send my share of liquor to the spirits down below
Should I take that fateful sip, who's to say how many more
Like the single careless shot that begins a bloody war
Many valiant souls have all battled to the last
Warriors in tartan lying wasted on the grass
Chorus:
50 Shades of beer sittin' waitin' on the table,
An old familiar voice sayin' "Drink it, if you're able!"
Tell 'em no ("Tell 'em no!")
Let it go-oh
Me drinkin'days are over, I'll be on me merry way
50 Shades of beer sittin' waitin' on the table,
I thought I heard a voice sayin' "Drink it, if you're able!"
Tell 'em no ("Tell 'em no!")
Let it go-oh
Me drinkin'days are over, I'll be on me merry way
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The Galway Girl
03:08
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El Capitan Colorado
03:36
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©2015 Peter Rodgers
Oh the crimson sun is descending
In the mountains of old Mexico
Though I know that my life time is ending
To my boyhood in Ireland I'll go
Where my cousins and I would play soldier
In the war against England's cruel reign
I'd follow them when I was older
To fight for the empire of Spain
Chorus:
Far from the wind and the water
Where the cactus and creosote grow
With my sword and my gun, in the hot desert sun...
El Capitan Colorado
I cried for my country when first I set sail
Though often her fortunes I cursed
For how could I stand to remain where a man
Could be bought for the price of his horse
In the ranks of the emperor I soon made my name
No mission, no foe would I fear
And soon I was bound o'er the broad spanish main
To fight on the northern frontier
Chorus...
Over ten thousand miles of hostile terrain
I struck fear in the hearts of my foes
From wild Arizona to the great Texas plains
As the red-headed captain I'm known
In Tucson today you will find me
Still mounted and ready to fight
And Presidio walls still stand proud and tall
For protection by day and by night
Chorus...
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My Lovely Colleen Rua
02:40
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©2015 Peter Rodgers
One lovely summer evening The rain was soft as dew
I went down to me local To grab a pint or two
Across the room I spied her With eyes of emerald green
She had a head of shocking red The finest I had seen
I made my way beside her And cracked a witty joke
I asked what are you drinking, she said "mine's a rum and coke"
There was something in her accent and how she held her glass
That got me mind to thinkin' that this was no Irish lass
As we got to talking, the night went rolling by,
Our tongues they never tired til the man was calling time
Chorus:
Though I search the whole world over No girl I'll ever see
Like my lovely colleen rua from the land of liberty
Next day we got together over coffee eggs and tay
She told me all about her life In far Amerikay
Twas then I took her walking to see the sights and sounds
Til soon the sun was setting on the cemetery grounds
She told me she was leavin' on an early morning flight
I swore I would see her again before the ground was white
Chorus...
The rest they say is history And immigration forms
We knew we'd be together just as sure as day would dawn
On both sides of the ocean we learned to make a life
And now my pretty colleen is a mother and a wife
I hope one day our daughter finds a love so pure and true
And she'll tell her handsome childer of me own dear colleen rua
Chorus...
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The Out of Kilters Tucson, Arizona
Formed in 2009, we have played everything from the main stages at Tucson’s St Patrick’s Day and Celtic festivals to charity
and other events across Arizona and New Mexico. We have three CDs under our belts, Down the Rocky Road, Get Yer Irish Up, and Hot Potatoes.
Though we feature some raucous tunes about drinking and fighting, we are really a bunch of happily sober pacifists!
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