Ye Jacobites by Name

Scots wha' hae'...... 2

Jock Stuart...... 3

Donald, Where's Yer Troosers?...... 4

Flower 'O Scotland...... 5

Cam’ Ye By Athol (Follow Prince Charlie)...... 6

Green Grow the Rashes O!...... 7

Killiecrankie...... 8

Loch Lomond...... 9

Loch Tay Boat Song...... 10

Mhàiri's Wedding...... 11

The Skye Boat Song...... 12

Auld Lang Syne...... 13

Wild Mountain Thyme...... 14

Twa Corbies...... 15

Ye Jacobites by Name...... 16

Barnyards of Delgaty...... 17

Whiskey in the Jar...... 18

My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose...... 19

A man's a man for a' that...... 20

The Queen of All Argyle...... 22

The Scotsman...... 23

Wild Rover...... 24

Johnny at the Door...... 25

Johnny Jump Up...... 27

The Bridge...... 29

Satisfied...... 30

1 Scots wha' hae'

From time to time there is a debate about a new Scottish National Anthem. "Scots wha' hae'" and "Scotland the Brave" were early contenders for the honour. Here, is "Scots wha' hae'" (Scots who have) written by Robert Burns as he imagined Robert the Bruce addressing his troops at Bannockburn.

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed Or to victorie!

Now's the day, and now's the hour: See the front o' battle lour, See approach proud Edward's power Chains and slaverie!

Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn, and fleel

Wha for Scotland's King and Law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa', Let him follow me!

By Oppression's woes and pains, By your sons in servile chains, We will drain our dearest veins But they shall be free!

Verse: G G G G C Cmaj7 Am7 G G D C G C Am7 D7 D7

Chorus: G G G G Am Am D D7 Dm Am C G Am C D D

2 Jock Stuart

A Scottish drinking song.

Oh my name is Jock Stuart, I'm a Kennygall man And a roving young fellow I've been

Chorus: So be easy and free when you're drinking with me I'm a man you don't meet every day

I'm a roving young blade and a piper to trade And many the tunes I can tell

I go out with my dog and my gun for to shoot All along by the banks of the Tay

I've got acres of land, I've got ships to command And many the shilling in store

So come fill up your glass with whiskey or wine what ever the price I will pay

Verse: C G C F C G C G

Chorus: C G Am F C G7 C C

3 Donald, Where's Yer Troosers?

Andy Stewart was a popular and well known entertainer on stage and television. He starred in "The White Heather" club, a medley of Scottish song and dance which began life in the days of black and white TV and lasted for many years. Andy Stewart was identified with a number of songs, including this one about Donald and his kilt...

I just down from the Isle of Skye I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy The lassies shout as I go by Donald where's your troosers?

Chorus: Let the winds blow high, Let the winds blow low, Through the street in my kilt I go All the ladies cry hello Donald where's your troosers?

I went to a fancy ball. It was slippery in the hall I was afraid that I might fall 'Cause I nay had on my troosers

Oh the lassies love me everyone But they must catch me if they can You canna put the brakes on a highland man Saying Donald where's your troosers?

To wear the kilt is my delight, It isn't wrong, I know it's right. The highlanders would get afright If they saw me in my troosers.

Well I caught a cold and me nose was raw I had no handkerchief at all So I hiked up my kilt and I gave it a blow, Now you can't do that with troosers.

Meaning of unusual words: troosers=trousers (or pants in the US)

4 Flower 'O Scotland

This song has become the unofficial National Anthem of Scotland.

Oh Flower of Scotland, When will we see your likes again? That fought and died for Your wee bit hill and glen

And stood against him, Proud Edward's army, And sent him homeward, To think again.

The hills are bare now, And autumn leaves lie thick and still O'er land that is lost now, Which those so dearly held,

Those days are past now And in the past they must remain. But we can still rise now And be the nation again.

The hills are bare now, And autumn leaves lie thick and still O'er land that is lost now, Which those so dearly held,

Oh Flower of Scotland, When will we see your likes again? That fought and died for Your wee bit hill and glen

5 Cam’ Ye By Athol (Follow Prince Charlie)

Cam' ye by Athol, lad wi' the philabeg, Down by the Tummel, or banks of the Garry? Saw ye the lads, wi' their bonnets an' white cockades, Leaving their mountains to follow Prince Charlie.

Chorus Follow thee, follow thee, wha wadna follow thee? Long has thou lov'd an' trusted us fairly! Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee? King o' the Highland hearts, bonnie Charlie.

I hae but ae son, my gallant young Donald; But if I had ten, they should follow Glengarry; Health to MacDonald and gallant Chan Ronald, For these are the men that will die for their Charlie.

I'll go to Lochiel, and Appin, and kneel to them; Down by Lord Murray and Roy of Kildarlie; Brave Mackintosh, he shall fly to the field wi' them; These are the lads I can trust wi' my Charlie.

Down by thro' the Lowlands, down wi' the whigamore, Loyal true Highlanders, down wi' them rarely; Ronald and Donald drive on wi' the braid claymore, Over the necks o' the foes o' Prince Charlie.

Verse: G G G G G D C G G Am C G G C G D-G

Chorus: G D G G G Em G D7 G C G G G C G D-G

6 Green Grow the Rashes O!

This song was first published in 1549 and a number versions followed that. This version is by Robert Burns who certainly took the advice to heart!

There's naught but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O! What signifies the life o' man, An' 'twere na for the lasses O?

Chorus: Green grow the rashes O! Green grow the rashes O! The sweetest hour that e'er I spent Were spent among the lasses O!

The war'ly race may riches chase, An riches may fly them, O! An tho at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O!

But gie me a cannie hour at e'en My arms about my dearie, O! An war'ly cares and warldly men, May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!

For you sae douce wha sneer at this, Ye're not but senseless asses, O! The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O!

Auld Nature swears the lovely dears, Her noblest work she classes, O! Her prentice han' she tried on man, An' then she made the lasses, O!

Chorus: Meaning of unusual words: war'ly=worldly cannie=quiet tapsalteerie=topsy-turvy douce=respectable

7 Killiecrankie

The Battle of Killiecrankie was fought in 1689 in the first Jacobite Uprising in 1689 (those in 1715 and 1745 are more well known). Casualties on both sides were considerable. John Graham of Claverhouse, Viscount Dundee, (Clavers) led the charge against General Hugh MacKay and won the day, but died in the battle.

Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad? Whaur hae ye been sae brankie-o? Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad? Come 'ye by Killiecrankie-o?

An' ye had been whaur I hae been Ye wadna been sae cantie-o An' ye had seen what I hae seen On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o

I fought at land, I fought at sea At hame I fought my auntie-o But I met the Devil and Dundee On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o

The bauld pit cur fell in a furr And Clavers gat a crankie-o Or I had fed an Athol gled On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o

Oh fie, MacKay, What gart ye lie I' the brush ayont the brankie-o? Ye'd better kiss'd King Willie's lofe Than come tae Killiecrankie-o

It's nae shame, it's nae shame It's nae shame to shank ye-o There's sour slaes on Athol braes And the de'ils at Killiecrankie-o

Meaning of unusual words: braw=excellent, brave cantie=cheerful braes=hillsides furr=furrow gled=buzzardbrankie=violence lofe=honour shank=walk slaes=blackthorns

8 Loch Lomond

Perhaps the road which runs along the banks of Loch Lomond would be busy with tourists without the song below - the scenery alone would be enough to attract large numbers of visitors - but its fame would not be quite so great without this beautiful song.

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where me and my true love were ever wont tae gae On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'

Chorus Oh you tak' the high road and I'll tak the low road An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye, But me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'

T’was there that we parted in yon shady glen. On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond, Where in purple hue, the Highland hills we view, An' the moon coming out in the gloamin'.

The wee birdies sing, and the wild flowers spring, While in sunshine the waters are sleepin' But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again, Tho' the waefu' may cease free their greetin'.

Meaning of unusual words: braes=hillsides gae=go gloamin'=twilight waefu'=woeful

9 Loch Tay Boat Song

Here is a song about unrequited love on the lovely Perthshire Loch Tay. The words "nighean ruadh" mean "red-haired little girl".

When I've done my work of day, And I row my boat away, Doon the waters of Loch Tay, As the evening light is fading And I look upon Ben Lawers Where the after glory glows; And I think on two bright eyes And the melting mouth below.

She's my beauteous nighean ruadh, She's my joy and sorrow too; And although she is untrue, Well I cannot live without her, For my heart's a boat in tow, And I'd give the world to know Why she means to let me go, As I sing horee horo.

Nighean ruadh, your lovely hair Has more glamour I declare Than all the tresses rare 'tween Killin and Aberfeldy. Be they lint white, brown or gold, Be they blacker than the sloe, They are worth no more to me Than the melting flake of snow.

Her eyes are like the gleam O' the sunlight on the stream; And the songs the fairies sing Seem like songs she sings at milking. But my heart is full of woe, For last night she bade me go And the tears begin to flow, As I sing horee, horo.

She's my beauteous nighean ruadh, She's my joy and sorrow too And although she is untrue, Well I cannot live without her. For my heart's a boat in tow And I'd give the world to know, Why she means to let me go As I sing horee horo.

10 Mhàiri's Wedding

Here is a bright and breezy Lewis Wedding Song which was written by Sir Hugh Roberton.

Over hillways up and down Myrtle green and bracken brown, Past the shieling through the town All for sake of Mhàiri.

Chorus: Step me gaily, off we go Heel for heel and toe for toe, Arm in arm and off we go All for Mhàiri's wedding.

Plenty herring, plenty meal Plenty peat to fill her creel, Plenty bonny bairns as weel That's the toast for Mhàiri.

Cheeks as bright as rowans are Brighter far than any star, Fairest o' them all by far Is my darlin' Mhàiri.

Meaning of unusual words: Mhàiri=Gaelic form of "Mary" shieling=hut in the hills for people looking after animals. creel=basket

11 The Skye Boat Song

This Scottish folk song is about the escape of Bonnie Prince Charlie, over the sea to Skye, after his defeat at Culloden in 1746. The author of this song , often used as a lullaby, is unknown.

(Chorus) Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing Onward the sailors cry Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to Skye

Loud the wind howls, loud the waves roar, Thunderclaps rend the air Baffled our foes, stand by the shore Follow they will not dare

Many's the lad fought on that day Well the claymore did wield When the night came, silently lain Dead on Culloden field

Though the waves heave, soft will ye sleep Ocean's a royal bed Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep Watch by your weary head

Burned are our homes, exile and death Scatter the loyal men Yet e'er the sword cool in the sheath Charlie will come again.

12 Auld Lang Syne

Here is the traditional Burns' song for midnight on Hogmanay or to mark a major farewell. Words which may need some explanation are marked with an asterisk and defined at the end.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne?

Chorus: For auld lang syne, my jo, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.

And surely you'll be your pint-stowp, And surely I'll be mine, And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne!

We twa hae ran about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine, But we've wander'd monie a weary fit Sin' auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl'd in the burn Frae morning sun til dine, But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin' auld lang syne.

And there's a hand, my trusty fiere, And gie's a hand o' thine, And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught For auld lang syne!

KEY F F Dm Gm C Bb C7 F F Verse: F Dm Gm C Meaning of unusual words: F Fmaj7 Bb Bb Auld lang syne = Former days and friends F Dm Gm C jo = dear Bb C7 F F stowp = tankard gowans = daisies Chorus: braid = broad F F C C Guid-willie waught = friendly draught F F7 Bb Bb

13 Wild Mountain Thyme

Here is a love song about love among the heather - and the sweetly perfumed, wild mountain thyme.

O the summer time has come And the trees are swezetly blooming And wild mountain thyme Grows around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go?

Chorus And we'll all go together, To pull wild mountain thyme, All around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go?

I will build my love a tower, By yon clear crystal fountain, And on it I will pile, All the flowers of the mountain. Will you go, lassie, go?

I will range through the wilds And the deep land so dreary And return with the spoils To the bower o' my dearie. Will ye go lassie go ?

If my true love she'll not come, Then I'll surely find another, To pull wild mountain thyme, All around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go?

14 Twa Corbies

Here is a slightly ghoullish ballad about two corbies (crows) picking over the remais of a fallen knight (doubtless a frequent occurence in by-gone days!)

As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the t'other say, 'Where sall we gang and dine to-day?'

'In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new slain knight; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair.

'His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet.

'Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pike out his bonny blue een; Wi ae lock o his gowden hair We'll, theek our nest when it grows bare.

'Mony a one for him makes mane, But nane sall ken where he is gane; Oer his white banes, when they we bare, The wind sall blaw for evermair.'

Meaning of unusual words: twa=two corbies=crows (or ravens) fail dyke=wall of turf wot=know kens=knows hause-bane=neck bone een=eye theek=thatch

15 Ye Jacobites by Name

The poet Robert Burns lived not long after the Jacobite Uprising of 1745/46. Following the conflict, many songs were written, usually in support of the Jacobite cause. But a few were written putting the government/Hanoverian point of view. When Burns was putting together a collection of songs he had found while going round Scotland, he found one of these and wrote his own version. While Burns had expressed sympathy for the French Revolution, he clearly had no liking for the Jacobites.

Ye Jacobites by name, now give an ear, give an ear, Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear; Ye Jacobites by name, Your fautes I will proclaim, Your docrines I maun blame - you shall hear!

What is Right, and what is Wrang, by the law, by the law? What is Right, and what is Wrang, by the law, What is Right, and what is Wrang, A short sword and a lang, A weak arm and a strang, for to draw!

What makes heroic strife, famed afar, famed afar? What makes heroic strife, famed afar? What makes heroic strife? To whet th' assassin's knife, Or hunt a Parent's life, wi' bluidy war!

Then let your schemes alone, in the State, in the State! Then let your schemes alone, in the State! Then let your schemes alone, Adore the rising sun, And leave a man undone, to his fate.

Meaning of unusual words: fautes=falts maun=must wrang=wrong lang=long strang=strong bluidy=bloody undone=destroyed

16 Barnyards of Delgaty

In country areas of Scotland farm workers were often hired for the following year at special fairs which were organised for that purpose. Delgaty is in Aberdeenshire.

As I cam' in by Turra Market, Turra Market for to fee, I fell in wi' a mairket fairmer, The Barnyards of Delgaty.

Chorus Lintin addie toorin addie, Lintin addie toorin ee, Lintin lowrin, lowrin, lowrin, The barnyards of Delgaty.

He promised me the twa best horse That ever were in Scotland seen, But when I gaed doon tae the Barren Yairds, There was naething there but skin and bean.

The auld black horse sat on its rump, The auld white mare lay on her wime. And for all that I could "Hup" and crack, They wouldna rise at yokin' time.

When I gae to the kirk on Sunday, Mony's the bonnie lass I see, Sitting by her faither's side And winkin o'er the pews at me.

I can drink and no be drunk, I can fecht and no be slain, I can lie wi another man's lass, And aye be welcome to my ain.

Noo my candle is brunt oot, My snotter's fairly on the wane. Sae fare ye weel ye Barnyards Ye'll never catch me here again.

Meaning of unusual words: wime=belly for to fee=to be hired kirk=church chiel=child, young man ain=own ae=one brunt=burnt e'en=eye snotter=nasal mucus gaed=went

17 18 Whiskey in the Jar words and music traditional

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 sighed 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

19 My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose

One of the most popular love songs of Robert Burns, who wrote many.

O, my luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O, my love is like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun! And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve, And fare thee weel a while! And I will come again, my luve Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!

KEY Bb

Verse: Bb Bb Gm Gm Cm Cm F F7 Bb Bb Gm Gm Eb F7 Bb Bb

Chorus: Bb F7 Eb Bb Bb Bb F F7 Bb Bb Gm Eb Dm Cm F Bb

Meaning of unusual words: gang=go

20 A man's a man for a' that

This Burns song, proclaiming the equality of man, was sung at the opening of the first Scottish Parliament for nearly 300 years, on 1 July, 1999.

Is there for honest poverty That hings his head, an' a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by - We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, an' a' that! Our toils obscure, an' a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that.

What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey an' a' that? Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine A man's a man for a' that. For a' that, an' a' that, Their tinsel show, an' a' that, The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that.

Ye see yon birkie ca'd 'a lord', Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that? Tho' hundreds worship at his word, He's but a cuif for a' that, For a' that, an' a' that, His ribband, star, an' a' that, The man o' independent mind, He looks an' laughs at a' that.

A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, an' a' that! But an honest man's aboon his Guid faith, he mauna fa' For a' that, an' a' that, Their dignities, an' a' that, The pith o' sense an' pride o' worth Are higher rank than a' that.

Then let us pray that come it may (As come it will for a' that) That Sense and Worth o'er a' the Shall bear the gree an' a' that, For a' that, an' a' that, It's comin yet for a' that,

21 That man and man the world oe'r Shall brothers be for a' that.

Verse: F F Bb C F F Bb Bb F Bb C C7

Chorus: F F Bb C7 F F7 Bb Bb F F Bb C7 F Bb C C

Meaning of unusual words: Hoddin gray = tweed birkie = dandy cuif = fool fa' = cause bear the gree = take the prize

22 The Queen of All Argyle

A wonderful song by Andy M. Stewart.

Gentlemen it is me duty To inform you of one beauty Though I'd ask of you a favour 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

And if you could have seen her there Boys, if you had just been there The swan was in her movements And the marvel 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 splendour Shone the Queen of all Argyll

Chorus...

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

23 The Scotsman words and music by Mike Cross

Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar on evening fair And one could tell by how we walked that he drunk more than his share He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt

They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see And there behold, for them to see, beneath his Scottish skirt Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth

They marveled for a moment, then 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 bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show

Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards a tree Behind a bush, he lift his kilt and gawks at what he sees And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes. O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize

24 Wild Rover traditional

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!

25 Johnny at the Door

This song went through several evolutions in song titles from "A Man And His Beer", to "Johnny Awoke" to "Johnny at the Door" and finally "I'll Drink from Dusk Till Dawn". I think I finally found a name that'll stick. (I hope). This was my first effort at writing a sing- along Celtic drinking song. words and music by Marc Gunn

Johnny awoke with an ache in his head. Bad dreams had made him ill. And he grumbled as he dressed despite his duress As he made his way to the mill. Well he never wanted to work that day, But the foreman had himself clear. So Johnny dreamed of the eve to come When he'd drink him beer after beer, singing...

"I'll drink from dusk till dawn I'll drink a toast to day's end. Yes, I'll drink from dusk till dawn And I'll drink to the health of me friends."

It was a cold morning, went straight to his bones Oh, he wished that he had him some ale. Just one fine glass of stout Guiness Would hold him till the end of the trail. Oh his mouth watered with the thought of ale By the time he arrived he'd decide That not even Death could keep him away From his friends and their favorite dive. They'd sing...

Johnny worked hard all the day His mind away drinking alone And he told his friends of the pledge he'd made And the fantasy that kept him afloat. "Come hell or high water I'll drink with you Nothing could keep me away." When the day came to end, he left with a friend. Together they walked and they sang...

On the road they came to a bridge of rope And there they met a man With a scythe in his hand and an evil grin Twas Old Death who cut Johnny down. Johnny's friend crossed himself, swore it'was the truth As he retold the scene to the bar And they raised a glass to Johnny's last words, "I'll drink with ye come hell or high water!" He said...

26 Well the door swung open, a cold wind blew in And there stood a man unafraid. He called for a beer. They realized when near It was Johnny come back from the grave. He said, "You could keep me away from work. For there's nothing I live for me there. But I told you today of the pledge I made You can't keep a man from his beer! They sang...

27 Johnny Jump Up

Some prefer to sing it with harmonies and an upbeat rock rhythm, but this is one song, I prefer a more traditional 3/4 time approach. words and music by traditional

I'll tell you that happened to me One day as I went down to Cork by the sea The sun it was bright 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 But 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 28 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

29 The Bridge

If you're on the look out for romantic ballads, look no further. This song will actually be featured in an upcoming edition of autoharp ballads. words and music by Marc Gunn

Was it something I said that made you angry with me. Made you dig a deep river to keep you from me. Oh, the water is rushing, come to sweep me away 'Less I die of sorrow, I will cross it today.

I would build me a bridge a hundred meters long To see the other side of what I did wrong Well you say you don't hate me, but I guess that I'm scared That with a river between us, you'll no longer care.

I would build a boat, and paddle agaist all sorrow. And if I sail down the river, then I'll be back again tomorrow. I would face cold death, run and leap to your side. And if I fall in the river, I'll be warmed by your sight.

I would beg your forgiveness for the pain I've fed And I'd find the source of the river you've bled. Then I'd close the gates of the dam I built there. And never again will you have anything to fear.

Well I never knew that your tears ran so deep. But when I'ved dammed those tears, I will kiss your sweet cheek. I will hold you close 'till your tears finally cease. And I'll sing you a lullaby to bring you peace.

30 Satisfied

Beautiful song written by Andrew for a Celis Bock summer contest in 1999. It did not win the contest, but it continues to win many hearts. words and music Andrew McKee

It was twelve days ago in a pub. Night was near. I was on me fourth pint of their best Irish beer When a thought quickly struck me of all I hold dear. So I went on outside to the hill with my beer.

Well, I smelled all the flowers all the flowers. I've left none to behind. I've told more the truth than I've told fib or lie And I hope when you find me in the hills where I'll lie That it'll always be said that I died satisfied.

Well, I took both the good and the bad in me life. And I made the most of it in a home with me wife. And I raised me two kids both a girl and a boy. And they made all me life, oh, a gift to enjoy.

As for friends I've had many I ne're walked alone, And a few were like family just as much as me own They helped in times troubled and made happiness known. And they gave me a young heart I've never outgrown,

Well, the evening was leaving and the sun said goodbye. I thought of me past and I smiled with a sigh. Oh, I had no regrets nay a reason to cry. So I drank me beer down 'till the glass all was dry.