1.The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn
Mccormack and richard tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your
head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign
lands
When you pissed yourself in frankfurt and got syph down in
cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all
alone
Frank ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the
yids
At the sick bed of cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the
chair
And in the euston tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the
chair
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a
box
Then they'll take you to cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout 'we'll have
another round'
At the graveside of cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And god is in his heaven, and billy's down by the bay
2.The Old Main Drag
When i first came to london i was only sixteen
With a fiver in my pocket and my ole dancing bag
I went down to the dilly to check out the scene
And i soon ended up on the old main drag
There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style
And the old man with the money would flash you a smile
In the dark of an alley you'd work for a fiver
For a swift one off the wrist down on the old main drag
In the cold winter nights the old town it was chill
But there were boys in the cafes who'd give you cheap pills
If you didn't have the money you'd cajole or you'd beg
There was always lots of tuinol on the old main drag
One evening as i was lying down by leicester square
I was picked up by the coppers and kicked in the balls
Between the metal doors at vine street i was beaten and mauled
And they ruined my good looks for the old main drag
In the tube station the old ones who were on the way out
Would dribble and vomit and grovel and shout
And the coppers would come along and push them about
And i wished i could escape from the old main drag
And now i'm lying here i've had too much booze
I've been shat on and spat on and raped and abused
I know that i am dying and i wish i could beg
For some money to take me from the old main drag
3.Wild Cats Of Kilkenny
4.A Pair Of Brown Eyes
One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
And on the jukebox johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it's how are you kid and what's your name
And how would you bloody know？
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that i could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' i'll go
For a pair of brown eyes
I looked at him he looked at me
All i could do was hate him
While ray and philomena sang
Of my elusive dream
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And i thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me
So drunk to hell i left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So i gave the walls a talking
And i heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' i'll go
For a pair of brown eyes
5.I'm A Man You Don't Meet Every Day
Oh my name is jock stewart
I'm a canny gun man
And a roving young fellow i've been
So be easy and free
When you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
I have acres of land
I have men at command
I have always a shilling to spare
So be easy and free
When you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
So come fill up your glasses
Of brandy and wine
Whatever it costs i will pay
So be easy and free
When you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
Well i took out my dog
And him i did shoot
All down in the county kildare
So be easy and free
When you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
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These are the lyrics as they appear on the rum, sodomy, ＆ the
lash insert.
Now, my name is jock stewart
I'm a canny gaun man,
And a roving young fellow, i've been.
So be easy and free
When you're drinkin wi' me.
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
I have acres of land;
I have men at command;
I have always a shilling to spare.
Now, i took out my gun,
With my dog i did shoot,
All down by the river kildare
I'm a piper by trade
And a roving young blade
And many a tune i do play
Let us catch well the hours
And the minutes that fly
And we'll share them together this day
So, come fill up your glasses
Of brandy and wine,
And whatever the cost, i will pay.
The song is an irish narrative ballad that has been shortened to
an aberdeenshire drinking song. it is essentially jeannie
robertson's version, slightly modified by archie fisher in the
third ve
O the dog doesn't get shot. it is alternatively claimed by the
singing stewarts to have been written for bell's father.
6.Sally Maclennane
Well jimmy played harmonica in the pub where i was born
He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn
He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn
And they all looked very happy in the morning
Now jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours
Where the elephant man broke strong men's necks
When he'd had too many powers
So sad to see the grieving of the people that he's leaving
And he took the road for god knows in the morning
We walked him to the station in the rain
We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again
(far away) sad to say i must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause i'm going far away (far away)
I'd like to think of me returning when i can
To the greatest little boozer and to sally maclennane
The years passed by the times had changed i grew to be a man
I learned to love the virtues of sweet sally maclennane
I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at
dawn
And ended up a barman in the morning
I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down
I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown
I heard them say that jimmy's making money far away
And some people left for heaven without warning
We walked him to the station in the rain
We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again
(far away) sad to say i must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause i'm going far away (far away)
I'd like to think of me returning when i can
To the greatest little boozer and to sally maclennane
When jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone
He asked me all the details of the train that they went on
Some people they are scared to croak but jimmy drank until he
choked
And he took the road for heaven in the morning
We walked him to the station in the rain
We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again
(far away) sad to say i must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause i'm going far away (far away)
I'd like to think of me returning when i can
To the greatest little boozer and to sally maclennane
7.Dirty Old Town
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
8.Jesse James
Jesse james we understand
Has killed many a man
He robbed the union trains
He stole from the rich
And gave to the poor
He'd a hand and a heart
And a brain
Now jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
And children they were brave
But history does record
That bob and charlie ford
Have laid poor jesse in his grave
Well it was on saturday night
The stars were shining bright
They robbed the glendale train
And the people they did say
For many miles away
It was those outlays
Frank and jesse james
Now jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
And children they were brave
But history does record
That bob and charlie ford
Have laid poor jesse in his grave
Well it was bob and charlie ford
Those dirty little cowards
I wonder how they feel
For they ate of jesse's bread
And they slept in jesse's bed
And they laid poor jesse in his grave
Now jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
And children they were brave
But history does record
That bob and charlie ford
Have laid poor jesse in his grave
Well the people held their breath
When they heard of jesse's death
They wondered how he came to fall
Well it was robert ford in fact
Who shot him in the back
While he hung a picture on the wall
These are the lyrics as they appear on the rum, sodomy, ＆ the
lash insert.
Jesse james was a boy
Who killed many a man
He robbed the glendale train;
He stole from the rich
And he gave to the poor
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain. poor jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life,
Three children,
They were brave;
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid poor jesse in his grave.
It was robert ford,
That dirty little coward;
I wonder how he does feel
For he ate of jesse's bread
And he slept in jesse's bed
Then laid poor jesse in his grave.
Poor jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life,
Three children,
They were brave;
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid poor jesse in his grave.
Jesse was a man,
A friend to the poor
He never would see a man suffer pain,
And with his brother frank
He robbed the chicago bank,
And stopped the glendale train.
Poor jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life,
Three children,
They were brave;
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid poor jesse in his grave.
Lt was his brother frank
That robbed the gallatin bank,
And carried the money from the town;
Lt was in this very place
That they had a little race,
For they shot captain sheets to the ground.
Poor jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life,
Three children,
They were brave;
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid poor jesse in his grave.
They went to the crossing
Not very far from there,
And there they did the same;
With the agent on his knees,
He delivered up the keys
To the outlaws,
Frank and jesse james.
Poor jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life,
Three children,
They were brave;
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid poor jesse in his grave.
It was on saturday night,
Jesse was at home
Talking with his family brave,
Robert ford came along
Like a thief in the night
And laid poor jesse in his grave.
Poor jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life,
Three children,
They were brave;
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid poor jesse in his grave.
The people held their breath
When they heard of jesse's death
And wondered how he ever came to die.
It was one of the gang
Called little robert ford
He shot poor jesse on the sly.
Poor jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life,
Three children,
They were brave;
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid poor jesse in his grave.
This song was made by billy gashade,
As soon as the news did arrive;
He said there was no man
With the law in his hand
Who could take jesse james when alive.
9.Navigator
The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts,
They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts
They never drank water but whiskey by pints
And the shanty towns rang with their songs and their fights.
Navigator, navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and there's work to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight.
They died in their hundreds with no sign to mark where
Save the brass in the pocket of the entrepreneur.
By landslide and rockblast they got buried so deep
That in death if not life they'll have peace while they sleep.
Navigator, navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and there's work to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight.
Their mark on this land is still seen and still laid
The way for a commerce where vast fortunes were made
The supply of an empire where the sun never set
Which is now deep in darkness, but the railway's there yet.
Navigator, navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and there's work to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight.
10.Billy's Bones
Billy ran around with the rare old crew
And he knew an arsenal from tottenham blue
We'd be a darn sight better of if we knew
Where billy's bones are resting now
Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee
And he took him down from six foot to five foot three
Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-mi
That copper won't be having any family
Hey billy son where are you now
Don't you know that we need you now
With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow
Where are billy's bones resting now
Billy went away with the peace-keeping force
'cause he liked a bloody good fight of course
Went away in an old khaki van to the banks of the river jordan
Billy saw the arabs and he had 'em on the run
When he got 'em in the range of his sub-machine gun
Then he had the israelis in his sights, went a ra-ta-ta
And they ran like shiites
Hey billy son where are you now
Don't you know that we need you now
With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow
Where are billy's bones resting now
One night billy had a rare old time,
Laughing and singing on the lebanon line
Came back to camp not looking too pretty
Never even got to see the holy city
Now billy's out there in the desert sun
And his mother cries when the morning comes
And there's mothers crying all over this world
For their poor dead darling boys and girls
Hey billy son where are you now
Don't you know that we need you now
With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow
Where are billy's bones resting now
Have a billy holiday
Born on a monday
Married on a tuesday
Drunk on a wednesday
Got plugged on a thursday
Sick on a friday
Died on a saturday
Buried on a sunday
11.The Gentleman Soldier
It's of a gentleman soldier
As sentry he did stand
He saluted a fair maiden
By a waiving of his hand
So then he boldly kissed her
And he passed it off as a joke
He drilled her up in the sentry box
Wrapped up in a soldier's cloke
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well polly my dear
I must be going away
All night they tossed and tumbled
Till the daylight did appear
The soldier rose, put on his clothes,
Saying, fare you well my dear
For the drums they are a beating
And the fifes they so sweetly play
If it weren't for that polly my dear
With you i'd gladly stay
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well polly my dear
I must be going away
Now come you gentleman soldier,
Won't you marry me？
Oh no my dearest polly
Such things can never be
For i've a wife already
Children i have three
Two wives are allowed in the army
But one's too many for me
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well polly my dear
I must be going away
If anyone comes a courting you,
You can treat them to a glass
If anyone comes a courting you,
You can say you're a country lass
You needn't ever tell them,
Nor pass it off as a joke
That you got drilled in a sentry box
Wrapped up in a soldier's cloke
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well polly my dear
I must be going away
Oh it's come my gentleman soldier,
Why didn't you tell me so？ my parents will be angy
When this they come to know when nine months had been and gone
The poor girl she brought shame
She had a little militia boy
And she didn't know his name
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well polly my dear
I must be going away
These are the lyrics as they appear on the rum, sodomy, ＆ the
lash insert.
'twas on one sunday evening
On sentry did i stand
I fell in love with some pretty girl
By shaking of her hand;
By shaking of her hand, my boys,
And the passing of a joke,
I slipped her into the sentry box
And roll'd her up in my cloak.
O! there we toss'd and tumbl'd
Till daylight did appear
Then i arose, put on my clothes,
Saying, 'fare you well my dear.
The drums they are a-beating
And the fifes so sweetly play,
If it wasn't for that, dear polly,
Along with you i'd stay.'
If anyone comes a-courting you,
You treat them with a glass -
If anyone comes a-courting you,
Say you're a country lass.
You need not even tell them
That ever you pass'd a joke,
That ever you went in a sentry box
Wrapp'd up in a soldier's cloak.
'now come, my valiant young soldier,
O! won't you marry me？'
'o! no, my dearest polly,
Such things they never can be,
For married i am already
And children i have three,
Two wives are allow'd in the army,
But one is enough for me.'
'o! now, my valiant young soldier,
Why hadn't you told me so？
My parents they'll be angry
If ever they come to know.'
When nine long months was up and pass'd
This this poor girl she brought shame,
For she had a little militia boy
And she could not tell his name.
12.And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
when i was a young man i carried my pack
And i lived the free life of a rover
From the murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be
Done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played waltzing matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the
Cheers
We sailed off to gallipoli
How well i remember that terrible day
the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called suvla bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He us with bullets, he rained us with
Shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to australia
But the band played waltzing matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
And we buried ours and the turks buried theirs
Then started all over again
Now those
In mad world of blood, death and fire
And for weeks i kept myself alive
Then a big turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when i woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, i wished i was
Dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
no more i'll go waltzing matilda
the green far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing matilda for me
So they collected the cripples, the wounded
Maimed
And they shipped us back home to australia
, the blind insane
Those proud wounded heroes of suvla
And as our ship pulled into circular quay
I looked at the place where legs used to be
And thank christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played waltzing matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
turned all their faces away
And now every april i sit on my porch
And i watch the parade pass before me
my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving dreams of past glory
The forgotten heroes a forgotten war
And the young people ask , 'what are they
Marching for？'
And i ask myself the same question
And the band plays waltzing matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
Who'll a-waltzing matilda with me？
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