1.El Matador
Lyricist：Jane Bowers, Irving Burgess
Aye, Torero, she is here
Aye, Matador
I feel her eyes
They are wide with excitement and fear
I feel her heart
For it cries when the horns are too near
I will be bold
Brave and swift will I be
And I will be numero uno, torero fino
She'll dream tonight of me
Ole, ole, ole
Viva El Matador
Ole, ole, ole
Viva El Matador
Aye, Torero, she is here
Aye, Matador
I see her smile
And I see there the reason she came
Toro, come closer
Come hear and I'll whisper her name
You may be brave
And as bold as you're black
But I will be numero uno, torero fino
Toro, come back
Ole, ole, ole
Viva El Matador
Ole, ole, ole
Viva El Matador
Ole, ole, ole
Viva El Matador
Ole, ole, ole
Viva El Matador
Toro, aqui
Closer, closer, closer, closer
2.With You, My Johnny
Lyricist：Dave Guard, Nick Reynolds, Bob Shane
Oh, do you know my Johnny, he is down in yonder lea？
He's sneakin' 'round and creepin' and he's, aye, watchin' me
He's pullin' and he's teasin' but his meanin's not so bad
If it's ever going to be, tell me now, Johnny lad
Tell me now, my Johnny laddie, tell me now, my Johnny lad
If it's ever going to be, tell me now Johnny lad
When the sheep are in the fold and the cows are in the byre
And other lads and lasses sittin' 'round a-roarin' fire
There's me, a silly lassie, just as like as if I's mad
Through the nooks and barley stooks, teasin' you, Johnny lad
Teasin' you, my Johnny laddie, teasin' you, my Johnny lad
Through the nooks and barley stooks, teasin' you, Johnny lad
Oh, Johnny's blythe and bonnie
He's the pride o' yonder lea and I love him best of any
Though he's, aye, teasin' me
Though he teases me and squeezes me and tickles me like mad
None comes near me that can cheer me like my own Johnny lad
And it's you, my Johnny laddie, aye, it's you, my Johnny lad
None comes near me that can cheer me like my own Johnny lad
Oh, my Johnny's not a gentleman nor yet is he a laird
But I would follow Johnny lad, although he was a card
Oh, Johnny is a bonnie lad
He was once a lad of mine and I've never had a better lad
Though I've had twenty-nine
And with you, my Johnny laddie and with you, my Johnny lad, oh
I'll dance the buckles of my shoes with you, Johnny lad
And with you, my Johnny laddie and with you, my Johnny lad, oh
I'll dance the buckles of my shoes with you, Johnny lad
3.Bimini
Lyricist：Mark W. Mcintyre, William Olofson
Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini
Never get a lickin' 'til I go down to Bimini
We were all sailors 'til the day
Our boat pulled in to Bimini Bay
We tapped a keg, we loaded on
Woke up to find the boat was gone
Send my bail down to Bimini
This town is wearisome
Got thrown in jail just for drinkin'
Barbados rum, Barbados rum
Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini
Never get a lickin 'til I go down to Bimini
I recollect the other night
Seems like there was a friendly fight
It was a woman brought me grief
Her mother was the police chief
Send my bail down to Bimini
This town is wearisome
Got thrown in jail just for drinkin'
Barbados rum, Barbados rum
I told them I would mend my ways
They let me out in thirty days
One little sip to quench my thirst
I should have read the label first
Send my bail down to Bimini
This town is wearisome
Got thrown in jail just for drinkin'
Barbados rum, Barbados rum
Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini
Never get a lickin 'til I go down to Bimini
They say that Bimini can't afford
To keep providing room and board
I'm anchored here by ball and chain
Squeezin' the rum from sugar cane
Send my bail down to Bimini
This town is wearisome
Got thrown in jail just for drinkin'
Barbados rum, Barbados rum
Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini
Never get a lickin 'til I go down to Bimini
Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini
Never get a lickin 'til I go down to Bimini
4.The Mountains Of Mourne
Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight with people here
working by day and by night.
They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat but there's gangs
of them diggin' for gold in the street.
At least when I asked them that's what I was told so I just took
a hand at this diggin' for gold,
But for all that I found there I might as well be where the
Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea.
I believe that when writing a wish you expressed as to how the
fine ladies in London were dressed,
Well, if you'll believe me when asked to a ball, they don't wear
no top to their dresses at all.
Oh, I've seen them meself and you could not in truth say that if
they were bound for a ball or a bath,
Don't be startin' them fashions, now, Mary McCree, where the
Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea.
There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind, with beautiful
shapes nature never designed,
And lovely complexions, all roses and cream but let me remark
with regard to the same
That if at those roses you venture to sip, the colors might all
come away on your lip,
So, I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me in the
place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.
5.Don't Cry Katie
Don't cry, Katie. I'll be comin' back to you, you, you. Don't
cry, Katie, even though I'm gone, my love will still be true.
I'll be gone for maybe just a year. Don't cry, Katie. Even
though I'm gone, my love will still be here. Don't cry, Katie.
You'll be in my dreams though you are far away. Don't cry,
Katie. Have a little faith and I'll return some day. Don't cry,
Katie.
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, Katie. Don't cry, Katie, I'll
be comin' back to you.
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, Katie. Even though I'm gone, my
love will still be true.
When I return, darling, we can be together. Don't cry, Katie.
Then we can share our precious love forever. Don't cry, Katie.
6.Medley： Tanga Tika／Toerau
Aue tagni tagni tikake aue
Tagni tikake au
Taku vahine
Tera tei raro tonga ra Aue
Tagni tagni tikake aue.
Na mama naka higna aro na
Papa naka fa'a tupu
Na mama e nake tatara e.
Tagni tikake au
Taku vahine
Tera tei raro tonga ra
Aue tagni tagni tikake aue.
7.With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm
In the tower of London, large as life, the ghost of Anne Bolyn
walks they declare.
Poor Anne Bolyn was once King Henry's wife until he made the
headsman bob her hair.
Ah, yes, he did her wrong long years ago and she comes up at
night to tell him so,
With her head tucked underneath her arm she walks the bloody
tower,
With her head tucked underneath her arm at the midnight hour.
She comes to haunt King Henry. She means giving him what for.
Gadzooks, she's going to tell him off. She's feeling very sore,
And just in case the headsman wants to give her an encore, she's
has her head tucked underneath her arm.
The sentries think that it's a football that she carries in and
when they had a few they shout, 'Is Army going to win？'
They that it's Red Grange instead of poor old Ann Bolyn with her
head tucked underneath her arm.
Sometimes gay King Henry gives a spread for all his pals and
gals and ghostly crew.
The headsman craves the joint and cuts the bread then in comes
Anne Bolyn to queer the do.
She holds her head up with a wild war whoop and Henry cries,
'Don't drop it in the soup!'
One night she caught King Henry, he was in the canteen bar. Said
he, 'Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Bolyn, or Katherine Parr？
How the sweet san perryann do I know who you are with your head
tucked underneath your arm？'
8.Carrier Pigeon
Carrier pigeon, carrier dove, fly to my darlin' and take her my
love.
Take her a message. Tell her I'm blue. Tell her I'm lonely but
faithful and true.
Carrier pigeon, carrier dove, fly to my darlin' and take her my
love.
Tell her I miss her. Say I was wrong. Tell her that we've been
parted too long.
Carrier pigeon, carrier dove, take her my heart and return with
her love.
Wrote her and phoned her, wired her, too. She never answered, so
I'm countin' on you.
Carrier pigeon, carrier dove, fly to my darlin' and bring back
my love.
Wantcha to tell her one little thing. Say that I'm holdin' that
old weddin' ring.
Carrier pigeon, carrier dove, fly to my darlin' and bring back
my love.
Fly away, pigeon, fly away, dove. Come back, pigeon. Back with
my love.
9.Raspberries, Strawberries
A young man goes to Paris, as every young man should. There's
something in the air of France that does a young man good.
[On the album, Dave sings the beginning of the chorus in
phonetic French. Actual French is as follows：]
avons bus.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Raspberries,
strawberries, the good wines we brew.
Here's to the girls of the countryside, the ones we drink 'em
to.
Paris nights are warm and fair. The summer winds are soft. A
young man finds the face of love in every field and loft.
In every field and loft.
An old man returns to Paris as ev'ry old man must. He finds the
winter winds blow cold. His dreams have turned to dust.
His dreams have turned to dust. His dreams have turned to dust.
Ah! les fraises et les framboises et les bon vins que nous avons
bus.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Raspberries,
strawberries, the good wines we brew.
Here's to the girls of the countryside, whom we must bid adieu.
10.Mangwani M'Pulele
Mangwani mpulele, kinelwa kitula (A Mangwani) Mangwani mpulele,
kinelwa kitula
Le haele mule, le haele mula kinelwa kitula (A Mangwani) [Repeat
this line]
11.The Hunter
The hunter, he did cross the plain and then he ventured home
again.
The merry, merry feast will soon begin among the leaves so
green-o.
Jackie boy, sing ye well. Very well. Hey down, hoe down, derry,
derry down.
Among the leaves so green-o. To my hey, down, down. Hoe down,
down.
Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down. Among the leaves so
green-o.
The hunter is a cheerful sight. His hearth is warm, his fire
bright.
His songs, they fill the winter night among the leaves so
green-o.
To my hey down, down. Hoe down, down. Hey down, hoe down, derry,
derry down.
Among the leaves so green-o.
'Tis merry we are and merry we'll stay. We'll sing a toast 'till
the break of day
And start again upon our way among the leaves so green-o.
12.Farewell Adelita
Adelita, 'tis time we remembered that only one hour more and I
must go
To the hills of Sierra Del Prado for the glory of our Mexico.
Oh, Adelita, promise you'll remember the happy hours that now
have long gone by.
Oh, Adelita, we'll share these tender moments. Adelita, it hurts
me when you cry.
Adelita, the time is here to leave you. Once again, now, I'll
kiss away your tears.
In my heart I will hold you forever and our love, it will live
through the years.
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