1.The Unicorn
THE UNICORN
The Irish Rovers
A long time ago, when the earth was still green,
There were more kinds of animals than you've ever seen;
They'd run around free while the earth was being born,
The loveliest of all was the Unicorn.
There was green alligators and long-necked geese,
Some humpty-backed camels and some chimpanzees,
Some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born,
The loveliest of all was the Unicorn.
Now God seen some sinnin' and it gave Him pain.
And He said, 'Stand back, I'm going to make it rain.'
He said, 'Hey, brother Noah, I'll tell you what to do.
Build me a floating zoo.'
And take some of them green alligators and long-necked geese,
Some humpty-backed camels and some chimpanzees,
Some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born,
Don't you forget my Unicorn.'
Old Noah was there to answer the call,
He finished up making the Ark just as the rain started fallin',
He marched in the animals two by two
And he called out as they went through,
'Hey, Lord： I've got yer....
Green alligators and long-necked geese,
Some humpty-backed camels and some chimpanzees,
Some cats and rats and elephants, but Lord, I'm so forlorn,
I just can't see no Unicorn.'
Old Noah looked out into the driving rain,
Them Unicorns was hiding, playing silly games,
Kicking and splashing while the rain was pouring,
Oh, them silly Unicorns.
There was green alligators and long-necked geese,
Some humpty-backed camels and some chimpanzees,
Noah cried, 'Close the doors 'cause the rain is pourin',
And we just can't wait for no Unicorns.'
The Ark started movin', it drifted with the tide,
Them Unicorns looked up from the rock and they cried,
And the waters came down and sorta floated them away,
That's why you'll never see a Unicorn, to this very day.
You'll see green alligators and long-necked geese,
Some humpty-backed camels and some chimpanzees,
Some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born,
You're never gonna see no Unicorn.
2.Wasn't that a Party
Lyricist：T Paxton
Could've been the whiskey
Might've been the gin
Could've been the three or four six-packs
I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football
I think I'm going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a party？
Someone took a grapefruit
Wore it like a hat
I saw someone under my kitchen table
Talking to my old tom cat
They were talking about hockey
The cat was talking back
Long about then every-thing went black
Wasn't that a party？
I'm sure it's just my memory
Playing tricks on me
But I think I saw my buddy
Cutting down my neighbor's tree
Could've been the whiskey
Might've been the gin
Could've been the three or four six-packs
I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football
I think I'm going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a party？
Billy, Joe and Tommy
Well they went a little far
They were sittin' in the back seat, blowing on a siren
From somebody's police car
So you see, your honor
It was all in fun
The little bitty track meet down on main street
Was just to see if the cops could run
Well they run us in to see you
In an alcoholic haze
I sure can use those thirty days
To recover from the party
Could've been the whiskey
Might've been the gin
Could've been the three or four six-packs
I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football
I think I'm going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a party？
3.The Drunken Sailor
Lyricist：Traditional
What will we do with a drunken sailor？
What will we do with a drunken sailor？
What will we do with a drunken sailor？
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
Put him in a long boat till he's sober
Put him in a long boat till he's sober
Put him in a long boat till he's sober
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him
Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him
Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter
Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter
Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
4.Years May Come, Years May Go
Lyricist：Jack Fishman, Jean Massoulier, Andre Popp
Let's take a look behind
And see what we can find
Last year has gone for everyone
Passed with time
What happened to us then
Can't happen once again
And what's now all to me？
History
Years may come
(Many years are still ahead)
Years may go
(Many years have passed)
Some go fast
(They belong to yesterday)
Some go slow
(Still the memories last)
Some are good
(Couldn't stop the laughter flowing)
Some are bad
(Couldn't stop the tears)
For each one
(Thank the Lord that we have been)
Just be glad
(Together through the years)
Whenever I review
The lovin' times with you
I wouldn't change a single page
We've lived through
It wasn't always smooth
Sometimes we'd jump the groove
We've shed some tears and then
Loved again
Years may come
(Many years are still ahead)
Years may go
(Many years have passed)
Some go fast
(They belong to yesterday)
Some go slow
(Still the memories last)
Some are good
(Couldn't stop the laughter flowing)
Some are bad
(Couldn't stop the tears)
For each one
(Thank the Lord that we have been)
Just be glad
(Together through the years)
Heartaches I don't doubt
Life's sure to dish us out
We'll beat the lot and that is what
Life's all about
Whatever may come true
Ahead for me and you
Some day it all will be
Memories
Years may come
(Many years are still ahead)
Years may go
(Many years have passed)
Some go fast
(They belong to yesterday)
Some go slow
(Still the memories last)
Some are good
(Couldn't stop the laughter flowing)
Some are bad
(Couldn't stop the tears)
For each one
(Thank the Lord that we have been)
Just be glad
(Together through the years)
Years may come
(Many years are still ahead)
Years may go
(Many years have passed)
Some go fast
5.Goodbye Mrs. Durkin
Lyricist：Arr：Will Millar
Goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig your praties, no longer I'll be poor
As sure as my name is Barney, I'm off to Califarny
Instead of digging praties, I'll be digging lumps of gold
In the days that I was courting, I was never tired resorting
To the alehouse and the playhouse, and the other house besides
But I told my brother Seamus, 'I'll be off now and grow famous
And before that I return again, I'll roam the whole world wide'
So, it's goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig your praties, no longer I'll be poor
As sure as my name is Barney, I'm off to Califarny
Instead of digging praties, I'll be digging lumps of gold
Well, I've courted girls in Blarney, in Antrim and Killarney
In Dublin and in Kerry, down to the coves of Cork
But I'm tired of all this pleasure, so now I'll take my leisure
And the next time that you hear from me, I'll write you from New
York
So, it's goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig your praties, no longer I'll be poor
As sure as my name is Barney, I'm off to Califarny
Instead of digging praties, I'll be digging lumps of gold
When I landed in America, I met a man named Burke
He told me if I'd stay a while, he'd surely find me work
But work he didn't find me, so there's nothing here to bind me
I'm bound for San Francisco, in California
Well, I'm now in San Francisco, and me fortune it is made
Me pockets loaded down with gold, I'll throw away me spade
I'll go back to dear old Erin, spend me fortune never carin'
And I'll marry Queen Victoria, Mrs. Durkin for to spite
So, it's goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig your praties, no longer I'll be poor
As sure as my name is Barney, I'm off to Califarny
Instead of digging praties, I'll be digging lumps of gold
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