RAGLAN ROAD MOLLY MALONE on an Autumn Day, I saw her first and knew In Dublin's fair city, That her dark hair would weave a snare Where girls are so pretty, That I may one day rue. I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, I saw the danger, yet I walked As she pushed her wheelbarrow Along the enchanted way Through streets broad and narrow, And I said let grief be a falling leaf Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"! At the dawning of the day. Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh! On Grafton Street in November, Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"! We tripped lightly along the ledge Of a deep ravine where can be seen Now she was a fishmonger, The worst of passions pledged. And sure twas no wonder, The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts For so were her mother and father before, And I not making hay, And they each wheeled their barrow, Well I loved too much; by such and such Through streets broad and narrow, Is happiness thrown away. Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!

I gave her the gifts of the mind. Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh! I gave her the secret sign Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"! That's known to all the artists who have Known true Gods of Sound and Time. She died of a fever, With word and tint I did not stint. And no one could save her, I gave her reams of poems to say And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone. With her own name there and her shiny dark hair Now her ghost wheels her barrow, Like the clouds over fields of May. Through streets broad and narrow, Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"! On a quiet street where old ghosts meet, I see her walking now Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh! away from me, So hurriedly. Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"! My reason must allow, For I have wooed, not as I should A creature made of clay. When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose His wings at the dawn of the day THE RARE OLD TIMES GREEN FIELDS OF FRANCE

Raised on songs and stories Well how do you do, young Willie McBride Heroes of renown do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside. The passing tales and glories And rest for a while ´neath the warm summer sun. That once was Dublin town I´ve been working all day and I´m nearly done. The hallowed halls and houses I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen The haunting children's rhymes when you joined the dead heroes of nineteen-sixteen. That once was Dublin city I hope you died well and I hope you died clean In the rare old times Or Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene.

Ring a ring a rosie Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly, As the light declines did they sound the dead-march as they lowered you down. I remember Dublin City Did play the Last post and chorus? In the rare old times Did the pipes play the ´Flowers of the forest´?

My name it is Sean Dempsey And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind As Dublin as could be In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined Born hard and late in Pimlico Although you died back in nineteen sixteen In a house that's ceased to be In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen By trade I was a cooper Or are you a stranger without even a name Lost out to redundancy Enclosed and forever behind the glass frame Like my house that fell to progress In a old photograph, torn and battered and stained My trade's a memory And fade to yellow in a brown leather frame.

Ring a ring a rosie Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly, As the light declines did they sound the dead-march as they lowered you down. I remember Dublin City And did the band play “The Last post” in chorus? In the rare old times Did the pipes play the “Flowers of the forest”?

I courted Peggy Diagnam The sun now it shines on the green fields of France As pretty as you please There´s a warm summer breeze. it makes the red poppies dance A gentle child of Mary And look how the sun shines from under the clouds From the rebel liberties There´s no gas, no barbed wire, there´s no guns firing now I lost her to a student chap But here in this graveyard it´s still no-man´s-land With skin as black as coal The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand When he took her off to Birmingham To man´s blind indifference to his fellow man She took away my soul To a whole generation that were butchered and damned.

Ring a ring a rosie Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly, As the light declines did they sound the dead-march as they lowered you down. I remember Dublin City And did the band play “The Last post” in chorus? In the rare old times Did the pipes play the ´”Flowers of the forest”?

Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey Now young Willie McBride I can´t help but wonder why I can no longer stay Do all those who lie here know why they died And watch the new glass cages And did they believe when they answered the cause That spring up along the quay Did they really believe that this war would end wars My mind's too full of memories Well the sorrows, the suffering, the glory, the pain Too old to hear new chimes The killing and dying was all done in vain I'm a part of what was Dublin For young Willie McBride it all happened again In the rare old times And again, and again, and again, and again.

Ring a ring a rosie Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly, As the light declines did they sound the dead-march as they lowered you down. I remember Dublin City And did the band play “The Last post” in chorus? In the rare old times Did the pipes play the ´”Flowers of the forest”?

FIESTA GIRV THE SWERVE TRIBUTE SONG I am Francisco Vasquez Garcia (To the tune of “You are my sunshine”) I am welcome to Almeria We have sin gas and con leche You are my Girvan We have fiesta and feria You’re always swervin’ We have the song of the chochona You make me happy We have brandy and half corona When balls are high (When Balls are high) And Leonardo and his accordione And calamari and macaroni You’ll never drop one Cause You’re the Top Gun Come all you rambling boys of pleasure Please don’t take my Girvan away And ladies of easy leisure LEINSTER!! We must say Adios! until we see Almeria once again

FATHER ABRAHAM There is a minstrel, there you see, And he stoppeth one in three He whispers in this one's ear Father Abraham had seven sons. "Will you kindly kill that doll for me" Seven sons had father Abraham. Now he has won chochona in the bingo And he never laughed, and he never cried. All the town has watched this crazy gringo All he did was go like this: As he pulls off the doll's head laughing 1. with his left (arm) And miraldo! throws its body in the sea 2. with his right (arm) 3. with his left leg Come all you rambling boys of pleasure 4. with his right leg And ladies of easy leisure 5. and a wiggle We must say Adios! until we see 6. all around Almeria once again 7. sit down Molly Malone El vienticinco de agosto Abrio sus ojos Jaime Fearnley Pero el bebe cinquante Gin-campari Y se tendio para cerrarlos Y Costello el rey del America Y suntuosa Cait O Riordan Non rompere mes colliones Los gritos fuera de las casas

Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say Adios! until we see Almeria once again

SALLY MACLENNANE

Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six 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 We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork And they all left very happy in the morning We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the grand city hall in New York Now Jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours 'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft Where the elephant man broke strong men's necks And oh, how the wild winds drove her. When he'd had too many Powers So sad to see the grieving of the people that he's leaving She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts And he took the road for God knows in the morning And we called her the Irish Rover.

We walked him to the station in the rain We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags We kissed him as we put him on the train We had two million barrels of stones And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again We had three million sides of old blind horses hides, We had four million barrels of bones. (Far away) sad to say I must be on my way We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs, So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away) Seven million barrels of porter. I'd like to think of me returning when I can We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails, To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane In the hold of the Irish Rover.

The years passed by the times had changed I grew to be a man I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLennane There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn When the ladies lined up for his set And ended up a barman in the morning He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown I heard them say that Jimmy's making money far away As he rolled the dames under and over And some people left for heaven without warning They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance That he sailed in the Irish Rover We walked him to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee, And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again There was Hogan from County Tyrone There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work (Far away) sad to say I must be on my way And a man from Westmeath called Malone So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away) There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule I'd like to think of me returning when I can And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann

When Jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone Was the skipper of the Irish Rover 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 We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out And he took the road for heaven in the morning And the ship lost it's way in a fog. And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two, We walked him to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train Just meself and the captain's old dog. And we sang him a song of times long gone Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again The bulkhead was turned right over Turned nine times around, and the poor oul dog was drowned (Far away) sad to say I must be on my way And the last of the Irish Rover 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

WILD ROVER

I've been a wild rover for many's the year I met my love by the gas works wall and I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer. Dreamed a dream by the old canal But now I'm returning with gold in great store Kissed a girl by the factory wall and I never will play no more Dirty old town Dirty old town And it's no, nay, never, No nay never no more, Clouds a drifting across the moon Will I play the wild rover Cats a prowling on their beat No never no more Spring's a girl in the street at night Dirty old town

Dirty old town I went into an ale-house I used to frequent

and I told the landlady my money was spent. Heard a siren from the docks I asked her for credit, she answered me nay, Saw a train set the night on fire "a custom like yours I can have any day Smelled the spring on the smoky wind

Dirty old town And it's no, nay, never, Dirty old town No nay never no more, Will I play the wild rover I'm going to make me a good sharp axe No never no more Shining steel tempered in the fire Will chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright Dirty old town and the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight. She said I'd have whiskey and wines of the best I met my love by the gas works wall and the words that she told me were only in jest. Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed a girl by the factory wall And it's no, nay, never, Dirty old town No nay never no more, Dirty old town Will I play the wild rover Dirty old town Dirty old town No never no more

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done, and I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son. And when they've caressed me as oft' times before then I never will play the wild rover no more SONG FOR IRELAND LEINSTER

Walking all the day One summer evening drunk to hell near tall towers where falcons build their nests I stood there nearly lifeless Silver wings they fly, An old man in the corner sang They know the call for freedom in their breasts, Where the water lilies grow Saw Black Head against the sky And on the jukebox Johnny sang Where twisted rocks they run down to the sea About a thing called love Living on your Western Eastern shore, And it's how are you kid and what's your name Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more, And how would you bloody know? I stood by your Atlantic Irish Sea, In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky And I sang a song for Ireland Leinster I lay down on the ground And the arms and legs of other men Drinking all the day, Were scattered all around In old pubs where fiddlers love to play, Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed Saw one touch the bow, Then prayed and bled some more He played a reel that seamed so grand and gay, And the only thing that I could see I stood on Dingle Donnybrook beach and cast, Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me In wild foam for Atlantic the Dodder’s bass, But when we got back, labelled parts one to three Living on your Western Eastern shore, There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more, I stood by your Atlantic Irish Sea, And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go And I sang a song for Ireland Leinster For a pair of brown eyes

I looked at him he looked at me All I could do was hate him Talking all the day, While Ray and Philomena sang With true friends who try to make you stay, Of my elusive dream Telling jokes and news, I saw the streams, the rolling hills Singing songs to while the time away, Where his brown eyes were waiting Watched the Galway Dodder’s salmon run, And I thought about a pair of brown eyes Like silver dancing, darting in the sun, That waited once for me Living on your Western Eastern shore, So drunk to hell I left the place Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more, Sometimes crawling sometimes walking I stood by your Atlantic Irish Sea, A hungry sound came across the breeze And I sang a song for Ireland Leinster So I gave the walls a talking And I heard the sounds of long ago Dreaming in the night, From the old canal I saw a land where no-one had to fight, And the birds were whistling in the trees Waking in your dawn, Where the wind was gently laughing I saw you crying in the morning light, sleeping where the falcons fly, And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go They twist and turn all in your air-blue sky, And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go Living on your Western Eastern shore, And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more, For a pair of brown eyes I stood by your Atlantic Irish Sea, For a pair of brown eyes And I sang a song for Ireland Leinster

SWEET CAROLINE RING OF FIRE

Where it began Love is a burning thing I can't begin to knowin' and it makes a firery ring But then I know it's growin' strong bound by wild desire

I fell in to a ring of fire... Was in the spring And spring became a summer Who'd have believed you'd come along I fell in to a burning ring of fire I went down,down,down Hands, touchin' hands and the flames went higher. Reachin' out And it burns,burns,burns Touchin' me the ring of fire Touchin' you the ring of fire.

Sweet Caroline The taste of love is sweet Good times never seemed so good I've been inclined when hearts like our's meet To believe they never would I fell for you like a child But now I oh, but the fire went wild..

Look at the night I fell in to a burning ring of fire And it don't seem so lonely I went down,down,down We fill it up with only two and the flames went higher. And when I hurt And it burns,burns,burns Hurtin' runs off my shoulders the ring of fire How can I hurt when holdin' you the ring of fire. One, touchin' one Reachin' out Touchin' me Touchin' you

Sweet Caroline Good times never seemed so good I've been inclined To believe they never would Oh,Lord, no

Sweet Caroline Good times never seemed so good Sweet Caroline I believed they never could Sweet Caroline

THE AULD TRIANGLE THE FERRYMAN

A hungry feeling The little boats have gone Came o'er me stealing From the breast of Anna Livia And the mice were squealing And the ferrymen are stranded on the quay In my prison cell The Dublin docks are dying And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle And a way of life is gone All along the banks of the Royal Canal And Molly it was part of you and me

Oh! To start the morning Where the strawberry beds The warden bawling Sweep down to the Liffey "Get up out of bed, you! And clean out your cell!" You'll kiss away the worries from my brow I love you well today And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle and I'll love you more tomorrow All along the banks of the Royal Canal If you ever loved me Molly love me now Oh! the screw was peeping And the lag was sleeping It's the only life I knew As he lay weeping It was hard but never lonely For his girl Sal The Liffey Ferry made a man of me Now it's gone without a whisper And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle and Forgotten even now All along the banks of the Royal Canal Sure it's over Molly over can't you see

On a fine Spring evening And the lag was sleeping Where the strawberry beds And the sea-gulls were wheeling Sweep down to the Liffey High above the wall You'll kiss away the worries from my brow I love you well today And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle and I'll love you more tomorrow All along the banks of the Royal Canal If you ever loved me Molly love me now

Oh! the wind was sighing Well now I spin my yarns And the day was dying I'll spend my days in talking And the lag was sleeping In his prison cell And hear them whisper Charlie's on the Dole But Molly we're still living And that auld triangle went jingle-bloody-jangle And Molly we're still young All along the banks of the Royal Canal And the river never ruled my heart or soul

In the women's prison Where the strawberry beds There are seventy women Sweep down to the Liffey And I wish it was with them You'll kiss away the worries from my brow That I did dwell I love you well today

Then that auld triangle could go jingle-jangle and I'll love you more tomorrow All along the banks of the Royal Canal If you ever loved me Molly love me now