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Bampton Folk Club Tunebook April 2021

Contents Contents ...... 3 Introduction ...... 7 About us and our session...... 7 Some format notes...... 7 The Essentials ...... 8 More Music ...... 8 Inclusions and Corrections ...... 8 Songs ...... 9 All For Me Grog ...... 10 Banbury Ale ...... 14 Blackleg Miner ...... 16 Cockles and Mussels/In Dublin’s Fair City/Molly Malone ...... 18 Dirty Old Town ...... 20 Drunken Sailor ...... 22 Fields of Athenry ...... 24 The Fox ...... 26 The Galway Girl ...... 30 Gypsy Rover ...... 32 Haul Away the Bowline ...... 34 I’ll Tell Me Ma ...... 36 I’m A Man You Don’t Meet Every Day ...... 39 Irish Pub Song...... 41 Irish Rover ...... 45 Johnny Jump Up ...... 49 Jolly Beggarman/Red Haired Boy ...... 53 Mary Don’t You Weep ...... 57 Matty Groves ...... 59 Nelson’s Blood/Roll the Old Chariot Along ...... 63 Raggle Taggle Gypsy ...... 65 South Australia ...... 69 Star of the County Down ...... 73 Wagon Wheel ...... 77 The Wellerman ...... 79 Whip Jamboree ...... 83

Whiskey In the Jar ...... 87 Wild Mountain Thyme ...... 91 Wild Rover ...... 95 Tune Sets ...... 100 Cooley ...... 101 Cooley’s Reel ...... 101 Drowsy Maggie ...... 102 Polkas ...... 103 The Britches Full of Stitches ...... 103 Kerry Polka ...... 103 Armagh Polka/John Ryan’s Polka occasionally ...... 104 Rose ...... 105 The Blackthorn Stick ...... 105 The Rose in the Heather ...... 105 Irish Washerwoman ...... 106 Glasgow ...... 107 Glasgow Reel ...... 107 Julia Delaney ...... 108 Banbury ...... 109 Banbury Bill ...... 109 Dark Girl Dressed in Blue ...... 109 Andrew’s Liver Salts ...... 110 The Slides ...... 111 The Road to Lisdoonvarna ...... 111 The Star Above the Garter ...... 111 O’Keeffe’s Slide ...... 112 The House Party ...... 112 Swallowtail ...... 113 Swallowtail Jig ...... 113 Morrisons Jig ...... 114 Kid on the Mountain ...... 115 The Bears...... 117 Bear Dance ...... 117 Dancing Bear ...... 118 Tunes ...... 119 Atholl Highlanders ...... 120

Bampton Jig ...... 121 Bampton Reel ...... 122 Bampton Stomp ...... 123 Bouree De Montford ...... 124 The Butterfly ...... 125 Ffidl Ffadl ...... 126 Gloucester Hornpipe ...... 127 The Haunted House ...... 128 Horses Brawl ...... 129 Inisheer ...... 130 The Kesh Jig ...... 131 Not for Joe ...... 132 Orange in Bloom/The Sherborne Waltz ...... 133 Parsons Farewell ...... 134 Planxty Iriwin...... 135 Rakes of Kildare ...... 136 Saddle The Pony ...... 137 St Anne’s Reel ...... 138 Si Beag Si Mhor ...... 139 Spootiskerry ...... 140 The Wind that Shakes the Barley ...... 141 Index...... 144

Introduction Congratulations on finding the Bampton Folk Club Tunebook. If you are coming along it’s here to give you a helping hand with some of the songs and tunes we sing and play regularly.

While not an exhaustive list, we try to keep it reasonably up to date with the material we’re enjoying together – it’s going to get you started at any rate and will help you join in.

About us and our session. The whole point of Bampton Folk Club is that it’s collaborative, not exclusively, many players will bring new things and solo things and that’s great. Don’t expect to solo Whiskey In The Jar or Wild Mountain Thyme…

Playing and singing together is what we’re about, music is most fun when you make big noise and stamp your feet and sing like you’re a stadium audience.

That’s why this Tunebook exists. It’s got the lyrics and the chords and music in the keys we’re most likely to play the numbers in. Strum along, stringy people! Have a noodle, shredders. Learn the melody or create a complete countermelody. Do not be scared to add something, try something… find a gap and fit in.

Our regular session takes place on every Sunday evening in The Romany Inn, Bridge Street, Bampton, Oxfordshire. We welcome musicians and singers of any experience, any instrument, any style…

Some format notes. In collaborative songs, particularly the sea shanties, you’ll see lines in bold type. They are chorus lines and joining in and harmonising and hollering and whatnot is not just accepted, it’s bordering on mandatory!

Most of the tunes and melodies have additional tab staves – they’re mandolin tab so unless you’re going to play tuned to GDAe then simply ignore them. If you’re a six-string shredder then we can rustle you up appropriate tabs pretty quickly. Just ask.

The formatting of the tunebook is designed to be double-side printed and bound such that music or lyrics spanning more than a page appear in full across a single spread and so sometimes the extra pages look a bit odd on screen.

The Essentials As with most regular sessions we have our little foibles. Notable foibles are:

- More than two pints in Andy is probably going to get messy - Banjo/Accordion jokes are tolerated. Bodhran jokes not so much, tippers can get lost in uncomfortable places - Danger Songs: o Jamie will not, ever, ever, join in with Dark Girl Dressed in Blue. He may be allergic, we’re not sure. o Andy gets huffy if you nick one of his songs. Not telling you which. Think of it as Bampton Roulette. o Armagh (John Ryan’s) Polka, Wagon Wheel, and if Ian is in the house, The Leaving Shanty are all terminal tunes and will likely call a halt to proceedings. - Like Hogwarts we have a hat. Unlike Hogwarts it sorts nothing and no-one. It does however tell the time. - More Music This tunebook is, of course, not definitive. BFC also has a file cloud which is also not definitive but has a bunch more tunes and songs that have cropped up in the past.

You can find it at http://owncloud.bamptonfolkclub.org.uk/ - email [email protected] to get access.

Inclusions and Corrections We do our best to keep up with things and include material that starts to become part of the general BFC fabric, but players come and go, new material materialises, and some older ones might fall by the wayside.

If you feel a change is required to the tunebook, speak to Calum at a session or email [email protected]. If you can provide the Chord and Lyric sheets and/or the ABC (www.abcnotation.com if you want to know what that is!) file for the melody that would help massively.

Of course if I have got any of it completely wrong, let me know that too!

Songs

All For Me Grog

[Chorus] G C G And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog D All for me beer and tobacco G C G Well I've spent all me tin with the ladies drinking gin D D7 G Far across the western ocean I must wander

[Verse 1] G C G I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed D Since first I came ashore with me plunder G C G I've seen centipedes and snakes and my head is full of aches D D7 G And I'll have to make a path for way out yonder

[Chorus]

[Verse 2] G C G Where are me boots, me noggin' noggin' boots D They're all gone for beer and tobacco G C G You see the soles were getting thin and the uppers were letting in D D7 G And the heels are looking out for better weather

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] G C G Where is me shirt me noggin' noggin' shirt D It's all gone for beer and tobacco G C G You see the sleeves they got worn out and the collar was turned about D D7 G And the tail is looking out for better weather

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]

G C G Where is me wife, me noggin' noggin' wife D She's all gone for beer and tobacco G C G You see her front it got worn out and her tail been kicked about D D7 G And I'm sure she's looking out for better weather

[Chorus]

[Verse 5] G C G Oh, where is me bed, me noggin' noggin' bed D It's all gone for beer and tobacco G C G You see I sold it to the girls and the springs they got all twirls D D7 G And the sheets they're looking out for better weather

[Chorus] ** A Cappella ** And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco Well I've spent all me tin with the ladies drinking gin Far across the western ocean I must wander

Banbury Ale Banbury Ale is a Canon or round for 4 voices first noted in 1609.

Each line is a single measure and each voice/group begins with “Banbury” as the preceding group begins “Where”:

Voice 1 Banbury Ale Where, where, At the blacksmiths I would I were where house there. Voice 2 I would I were Banbury Ale Where, where, At the blacksmiths there. where house Voice 3 At the blacksmiths I would I were Banbury Ale Where, where, house there. where Voice 4 Where, where, At the blacksmiths I would I were Banbury Ale where house there.

Blackleg Miner

[Verse 1] Em D It's in the evening, after dark Em D The blackleg miner gangs tae wark Em D In his moleskin pants and dirty shirt Em D Em There goes the blackleg miner

[Verse 2] Em D He grabs his pick and down he goes Em D To hew the coal that lies below Em D There's not a woman in this town, no Em D Em Would look at a blackleg miner

[Verse 3] Em D For Deleval is a terrible place Em D They rub red clay in a blackleg's face Em D Around the heaps they run a foot race Em D Em To catch the blackleg miner

[Verse 4] Em D And don't go near the Seghill mine Em D Across the way they stretch a line Em D To catch the throat and break the spine Em D Em Of the dirty blackleg miner

[Verse 5] Em D Well they take his pick and duds as well Em D And they hoy them down the pit of Hell Em D So down you go and fare thee well Em D Em You dirty blackleg miner

[Instrumental]

[Verse 6] Em D It's in the evening, after dark Em D The blackleg miner gangs tae wark Em D In his moleskin pants and dirty shirt Em D Em There goes the blackleg miner

[Verse 7] Em D So join the union while you may Em D Don't wait till your dying day Em D For that may not be far away Em D Em You dirty blackleg miner

Cockles and Mussels/In Dublin’s Fair City/Molly Malone

[Verse 1] C Am Dm G In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty C Am Dm G I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone C Am As she wheeled her wheel-barrow Dm G Through streets broad and narrow C Am G C Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

[Chorus] C Am Dm G Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O! C Am G C Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

[Verse 2] C Am Dm G She was a fish-monger, but sure 'twas no wonder C Am Dm G For so were her father and mother before C Am And they each wheeled their barrow Dm G Through streets broad and narrow C Am G C Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] C Am Dm G She died of a fever, and no one could save her C Am Dm G And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone C Am But her ghost wheels her barrow Dm G Through streets broad and narrow C Am G C Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

[Chorus]

Dirty Old Town

[Verse 1] G I met my love, by the gas works wall C G Dreamed a dream, by the old canal

I kissed my girl, by the factory wall D Em Dirty old town, dirty old town

[Verse 2] G Clouds are drifting across the moon C G Cats are prowling on their beats

Springs a girl on the streets at night D Em dirty old town, dirty old town

[Verse 3] G Heard a siren from the dock C G saw a train cut the night on fire smelled the breeze on the smoky wind D Em dirty old town, dirty old town

[Verse 4] G I'm going to make me a big sharp axe C G Shining steel tempered in the fire

I'll chop you down like an old dead tree D Em dirty old town, dirty old town

[Verse 5] G I met my love, by the gas works wall C G Dreamed a dream, by the old canal

I kissed my girl, by the factory wall D Em Dirty old town, dirty old town D Em Dirty old town, dirty old town

Thanks to Irish Trad-Punk band of legendary fame, The Pogues, Dirty Old Town is more often than not assumed to be an Irish song about Dublin or Belfast. In fact it was written by Ewan MacColl, born in England in 1915 to Scottish parents about Salford, Lancashire.

Drunken Sailor

Arrangement tends to be Verse, Chorus, Instrumental. Call response on the verses being. Lead only, Lead plus men, Lead + men + ladies. All in on the Choruses. Alternative might be a circular Lead with traditional or completely fabricated Verse calls.

[Verse] Em What shall we do with the drunken sailor? D What shall we do with the drunken sailor? Em What shall we do with the drunken sailor? Em D Em Ear-lye in the morning

[Chorus] Em Hey Ho, and up she rises D Hey Ho, and up she rises Em Hey Ho, and up she rises Em D Em Ear-lye in the morning

[Instrumental]

Typical Verses: ------What shall we do with the drunken sailor? Shave his belly with a rusty razor. Put him in the longboat ‘til he’s sober. Put him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him. Put him in a bed with the captain’s daughter. Have you seen the captains daughter? That’s what we do with the drunken sailor.

Fields of Athenry Sometimes also played in D.

[Verse 1] C F C G By the lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl cal-ling C F G Michael, they have taken you away C F C G For you stole Trevelyan's corn so the young might see the morn G C F C Now the prison ship lies waiting in the bay

[Chorus] C F C Am Low Lie The fields of Athenry C G where once we watched the small free birds fly C F our love was the wing C G We had dreams and songs to sing G C F C It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry

[Verse 2] C F C G By the lonely prison wall, I heard a young man cal-ling C F G Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free C F C G Against the famine and the crown, I fought, they cut me down G C F C Now you must raise our child with dignity

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] C F C G By a lonely harbour wall, she watched the last star fa-lling C F G As the prison ship sailed out against the sky C F C G For she lives to hope and pray for her love in Botany Bay G C F C And it's so lonely round the fields of Athenry

[Chorus] [Chorus]

The Fox

G The fox went out on a chilly night D He prayed for the moon to give him light G C For he’d many a mile to go that night G D G Before he reached the town-o, D G C G town-o, town-o, He’d many a mile to go that night, D G before he reached the town-o

G Oh he ran 'til he came to the farmer's pen D The ducks and the geese were kept therein G C He said, "A couple of you are gonna grease my chin, G D G Before I leave this town-o. D G C G Town-o, town-o! A couple of you are gonna grease my chin, D G Before I leave this town-o."

G He grabbed the great goose by the neck D And threw a duck across his back G C And he didn't mind the "Quack, Quack, Quack" G D G Or the legs all dangling down-o. D G C G Down-o, down-o! No he didn't mind the "Quack, Quack, Quack" D G Or the legs all dangling down-o.

G The old grey woman jumped out of bed D Out of the window she popped her head G C Crying, "John, Oh, John, the great goose is gone, D G And the fox is on the town-o! D G C G Town-o, town-o! John, Oh, John, the great goose is gone, D G And the fox is on the town-o!

G The fox he ran to his nice warm den D And there were the little ones, eight, nine, ten, G C Crying "Daddy, daddy, you'd better go back again, G D G For it must be a mighty fine town-o! D G C G Town-o, town-o! Daddy, Daddy, you’d better go back again D G For it must be a mighty fine town-o!"

G The fox and his wife, without any strife D Cut up the goose with a fork and a knife G C And they never had such a supper in their life G D G And the little ones chewed on the bones-o. D G C G Bones-o, bones-o! They never had such a supper in their life D G And the little ones chewed on the bones-o C G They never had such a supper in their life D G* G* And the little ones chewed on the bones-o!

The Galway Girl This is the Steve Earle song rather than Ed Sheeran’s “Galway Girl”!

[Verse 1] D G Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk. Of a day -I-ay-I-ay D G D D A D I met a little girl and we stopped to talk. Of a fine soft day-i-ay G D G D And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do Bm A G D 'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue G D G D And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl Bm A G D 'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl

[Instrumental = A part x 1]

[Verse 2] D G We were halfway there when the rain came down. Of a day -I-ay-I-ay Bm A G D D A D And she asked me up to her flat downtown. Of a fine soft day-i-ay G D G D And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do Bm A G D 'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue G D G D So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl Bm A G D And I lost my heart to a Galway girl

[Instrumental - A Part x 2]

[Verse 3] D D G When I woke up I was all alone. [melody only on this line] Bm A G D D A D With a broken heart and a ticket home. [melody only on this line] G D G D And I ask you now, tell me what would you do Bm A G D If her hair was black and her eyes were blue G D G D I've travelled around I've been all over this world Bm A G D Boys I ain't never seen nothin' like a Galway girl

[Instrumental - (A Part x 2, B Part X 2) X 2]

Gypsy Rover

[Verse 1] G D G D The Gypsy Rover came over the hill, G D G D Down through the valley so sha-dy. G D G Em C He whistled and he sang 'till the greenwoods rang, G C G C G D And he won the heart of a la-a-a-dy.

[Chorus] G D G D G D G D Ah-di-do, ah-di-do ah-dey, Ah-di-do, ah-di dey-di, G D G Em C He whistled and he sang 'till the greenwoods rang, G C G C G D And he won the heart of a la-a-a-dy.

[Verse 2] G D G D She left her father's castle gate, G D G D She left her own true lo-ver, G D G Em C She left her servants and her es-tate G C G C G D To follow the Gypsy Ro-o-o-ver.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] G D G D Her father saddled his fastest steed, G D G D And Roamed the valleys all o-ver, G D G Em C He Sought his daughter at great speed, G D G C G D And the whistling Gypsy Ro-o-o-ver.

[Chorus]

[Verse 4] G D G D He came at last to a mansion fine, G D G D Down by the river Clay-dee, G D G Em C And there was music and there was wine G D G C G D For the Gypsy and his la-a-a-dy.

[Chorus]

[Verse 5] G D G D "He is no gypsy, father, dear" G D G D "But lord of these lands o-ver, G D G Em C And I will stay 'till my dying day G D G C G D With my whistling Gypsy Ro-o-o-ver.

[Chorus – A Cappella

]

Haul Away the Bowline

Haul away the bowline Homeward we are going Haul away the bowline The bowline haul.

Haul away the bowline Before she starts a-rollin’ Haul away the bowline The bowline haul.

Haul away the bowline The captain is a-growlin’ Haul away the bowline The bowline haul.

Haul away the bowline So early in the mornin’ Haul away the bowline The bowline haul.

Haul away the bowline Kitty is my darlin’ Haul away the bowline The bowline haul.

Haul away the bowline Kitty comes from Liverpool Haul away the bowline The bowline haul.

Haul away the bowline It’s a far cry to payday Haul away the bowline The bowline haul.

I’ll Tell Me Ma

[Intro] G D D G G D D G G C G D G C G DG

[Chorus] G D I'll tell me ma, when I get home D G The boys won't leave the girls alone G D They pulled me hair, they stole me comb D G But that's alright, till I go home G C She is handsome, she is pretty G D She is the belle of Belfast city G C She is a-courting one, two, three G D G Please won't you tell me who is she?

[Instrumental]

[Verse 1] G D Albert Mooney says he loves her D G All the boys are fightin' for her G D Knock at the door, they're ringin' the bell D G "Hello, my true love are you well?" G C Out she comes white as the snow G D Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes G C Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die G D G If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

[Chorus]

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2] G D Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high D G And the snow come travelin' from the sky G D She's as sweet as apple pie D G She'll get her own lad by and by G C When she gets a lad of her own G D She won't tell her ma when she gets home G C Let them all come as they will G D G It's Albert Mooney she loves still

[Chorus]

[Instrumental]

I’m A Man You Don’t Meet Every Day

D A D G Oh my name is Jock Stewart I'm a canny gun man D A D A And a roving young fellow I've been D A D G So be easy and free when you're drinking with me D A D A I'm a man you don't meet every day

D A D G I have acres of land I have men at command D A D A I have always a shilling to spare D A D G So be easy and free when you're drinking with me D A D A I'm a man you don't meet every day

D A D G So come fill up your glasses of brandy and wine D A D A Whatever it costs I will pay D A D G So be easy and free when you're drinking with me D A D A I'm a man you don't meet every day

[Break]

D A D G Well I took out my dog and him I did shoot D A D A All down in the county Kildare D A D G So be easy and free when you're drinking with me D A D A I'm a man you don't meet every day

D A D G So come fill up your glasses of brandy and wine D A D A Whatever it costs I will pay D A D G So be easy and free when you're drinking with me D A D A I'm a man you don't meet every day D A D G So be easy and free when you're drinking with me D A D A I'm a man you don't meet every day

Irish Pub Song

[Verse] Fm Ab D# Well you're walkin' through a city street, you could be in Peru Fm D# (Cm) And you hear a distant calling and you know it's meant for you, Fm Ab D# Then you drop what you were doing and you join the merry mob, Fm D# Fm And before you know just where you are, you're in an Irish pub.

[Chorus] Ab They've got one in Honolulu they've got one in Moscow too, Fm D# (Cm) They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu. Fm Ab D# So whether you sing or pull a pint you'll always have a job, Fm D# Fm 'Cause wherever you go around the world you'll find an Irish pub.

[Verse 2]

Fm Ab D# Now that design is fairly simple and it usually works the same, Fm D# (Cm) You'll have "Razor Houghton" scoring in the Ireland England game Fm Ab D# And you know you’re in an Irish pub the minute you're in the door, Fm D# Fm For a couple of boys with bodhrans will be murdering Christy Moore.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] Fm Ab D# Now the owner is Norwegian and the manager comes from Cork, Fm D# (Cm) And the lad that's holding up the bar says 'Only Eejits Work' Fm Ab D# He was born and bred in Bolton but his mammy's from Kildare, Fm D# Fm And he's going to make his fortune soon and move to County Clare.

[Chorus]

[Verse 4] Fm Ab D# Now it's time for me to go I have to catch me train, Fm D# (Cm) So I'll leave ye sitting at the bar and face the wind and rain, Fm Ab D# For I'll have that pint you owe me, if I'm not gone on the dry, Fm D# Fm When we meet next week in Frankfurt in the fields of Athenry.

[Chorus]

It should be noted that the statistics in the song are no longer accurate and indeed perhaps never were. While it would be difficult or impossible to prove how many Irish Pubs existed in 2013 when The High Kings wrote it. At the point of collating this volume, it would appear that there are at least 7 in Honolulu, at least 38 in Moscow, 15 or so in Sydney and 4 of them in Kathmandu. There appear to be no pubs or bars anywhere in the world, let alone in Frankfurt. There is however a pub called simply “The Fields”, in Athenry of course.

Irish Rover [Intro]

[Verse 1] G C On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six G D We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork G C We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks G D G For the Grand City Hall in New York G D 'Twas a wonderful craft, She was rigged fore and aft G D And oh, how the wild wind drove her G Em C She stood several blasts, She had twenty seven masts G D G And they called her The Irish Rover

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2] G C We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags G D We had two million barrels of stone G C We had three million sides of old blind horses hides G D G We had four million barrels of bones G D We had five million hogs, And six million dogs G D Seven million barrels of porter G Em C We had eight million bales of old nanny-goats' tails G D G In the hold of the Irish Rover

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3] G C There was awl Mickey Coote Who played hard on his flute G D When the ladies lined up for a set G C He was tootin' with skill For each sparkling quadrille G D G Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet G D With his smart witty talk He was cock of the walk G D And he rolled the dames under and over G Em C They all knew at a glance When he took up his stance G D G That he sailed in The Irish Rover

[Instrumental]

[Verse 4] G C There was Barney McGee From the banks of the Lee G D There was Hogan from County Tyrone G C There was Charlie McGurk Who was scared stiff of work G D G And a man from Westmeath called Malone G D There was Slugger O'Toole Who was drunk as a rule G D And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover G Em C And your man, Mick MacCann From the banks of the Bann G D G Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

[Instrumental]

[Verse 5] G C For a sailor it's always a bother in life G D It's so lonesome by night and day G C That he longs for the shore And a charming young whore G D G Who will melt all his troubles away G D Oh, the noise and the rout Swillin' poitin and stout G D For him soon the torment's over G Em C Of the love of a maid He is never afraid G D G An old salt from the Irish Rover

[Instrumental]

[Verse 6] G C We had sailed seven years When the measles broke out G D And the ship lost its way in the fog G C And that whale of a crew Was reduced down to two G D G Just myself and the Captain's old dog G D Then the ship struck a rock Oh Lord what a shock G D The bulkhead was turned right over G Em C Turned nine times around And the poor old dog was drowned G D G I'm the last of The Irish Rover

NOTE: the first 16 measures are used for the instrumental breaks between verses

Johnny Jump Up

[Verse 1] Em I'll tell ye a story that happened to me D One day as I went out to Youghal by the Sea Em G D The sun it was bright and the day it was warm Em D Em D Em Says I, A quiet pint wouldn't do me no harm Em I went to the barman, I says give me a stout D Says the barman, I'm sorry all the beer is sold out Em G D Try whiskey or vodka, ten years in the wood Em D Em D Em Says I, I'll try cider, I heard that it's good

[Chorus] Em Oh never, oh never, oh never again D If I live to a hundred or a hundred and ten Em G D I fell to the ground and I couldn't get up Em D Em D Em After drinking a pint of the Johnny Jump Up

[Verse 2] Em After lowering the third I headed straight for the yard D Where I bumped into Brophy the big civic guard Em G D He says come here to me boy, don't you know I'm the law Em D Em D Em Well I upped with my fist and I shattered his jaw Em He fell to the ground with his knees crumpled up D But it wasn't I hit him, t'was the Johnny Jump Up Em G D And the next thing I met down in Youghal by the Sea Em D Em D Em Was a cripple on crutches, and says he to me Em I'm afraid o' me life I'll be hit by a car D Would you help me across to the Railwayman's Bar Em G D And after three pints of the cider so sweet Em D Em D Em

He threw down his crutches and he danced on his feet

[Chorus] Em

[Verse 3] Em Now I went up the Lee road a friend for to see D They call it the Madhouse in Cork by the Lee Em G D But when I got up there, the truth I do tell Em D Em D Em They had the poor bugger locked up in his cell Em Says the guard testing him, say these words if you can N/C 'Around the rugged rocks the ragged rascal ran' Em G D Tell them I'm not crazy, tell them I'm not mad Em D Em D Em T'was only six pints of that cider I had Em Now a man died in the Union by the name of McNabb D They washed him and laid him outside on a slab Em G D And after the parlour his measurements did take Em D Em D Em His wife took him home to a bloody fine wake Em 'Twas about twelve o'clock and the beer it was high D The corpse he sat up and he says with a sigh Em G D I can't get to heaven, they won't let me up Em D Em D Em Till I bring them a pint of the Johnny Jump Up

[Chorus] X 2

Nothing will be made of the fact that in the great Christy Moore’s recordings of this song his manly Irish physique was only in any form of trouble after a full quart of Irelands second most famous cider, while our less practised founder sings of collapsing in a drunken heap after but a single pint. Some have suggested it may even have been one of those 16FlOz American “pints”.

Jolly Beggarman/Red Haired Boy

A D I am a little beggarman, a-begging I have been A G For three score or more in this little isle of green A D I'm known from the Liffey down to Segue A G A And I'm known by the name of old Johnny Dhu

A D Of all the trades that's going, I'm sure begging is the best A G For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest A D He can beg for his dinner, he has nothing else to do A G A Only cut around the corner with his old rig-a-doo

A D I slept in the barn right down at Caurabawn A G A wet night came on and I slept until the dawn A D With holes in the roof and the rain coming through A G A And the rats and the cats, they were playing peek-a-boo

A D When who did I waken but the woman of the house A G With her white spotty apron and her calico blouse A D She began to frighten, I said, "Boo A G A Ara, don't be afraid, ma'am, it's only Johnny Dhu"

A D I met a little flaxy-haired girl one day A G "Good morning, little flaxy-haired girl," I did say A D "Good morning, little beggarman, and how do you do A G A With your rags and your tags and your old rig-a-doo?"

A D I'll buy a pair of leggings and a collar and a tie A G And a nice young lady I'll fetch by and by A D I'll buy a pair of goggles, I'll colour them blue A G D And an old-fashioned lady I will make her, too

A D Over the road with me pack on me back A G Over the fields with me great, heavy sack A D With holes in me shoes and me toes peeping through A G A Singing, "Skinny-me-rink-a-doodle-o and old Johnny Dhu"

A D I must be going to bed for it's getting late at night A G The fire's all raked and out goes the light A D So now you've heard the story of me old rig-a-doo A G A "It's good-bye and God be with you," says old Johnny Dhu

/Red Haired Boy

Mary Don’t You Weep

[Intro] Am E / E Am / Dm Am / E Am

[Verse] Am E Well if I could, I surely would, E Am Stand on the rock where Moses stood, Dm Am Pharaoh's army got drownded, E E Oh Mary don't you weep.

[Chorus] Am E Oh Mary don't you weep no more, E Am Oh Mary don't you weep no more, Dm Am Pharaoh’s army got drownded, E Am Oh Mary don't you weep.

[Verse] Am E Well Mary wore three links of chain, E Am On every link was Jesus name, Dm Am Pharaoh’s army got drownded, E Am Oh Mary don't you weep.

[Chorus]

[Verse] Am E Well one of these nights about 12 o'clock, E Am This old world is gonna rock, Dm Am Pharaoh’s army got drownded, E Am Oh Mary don't you weep.

Am E Well Moses stood on the Red Sea shore, E Am Smote the water with a two by four, Dm Am Pharaoh’s army got drownded, E Am Oh Mary don't you weep.

[Chorus]

[Verse] Am E Well old Mister Satan he got mad, E Am Missed that soul that he thought he had, Dm Am Pharaoh’s army got drownded, E Am Oh Mary don't you weep.

Am E Brothers and sisters, don't you cry, E Am There'll be good times by and by, Dm Am Pharaoh’s army got drownded, E Am Oh Mary don't you weep.

[Chorus]

[Verse] Am E God gave Noah the rainbow sign, E Am No more water, but fire next time, Dm Am Pharaoh’s army got drownded, E Am Oh Mary don't you weep.

[Chorus] X 2

Matty Groves [Instrumental]

Dm F A holiday, A holiday And the first one of the year C Dm C Dm Lord Darnell's wife came into the church the gospel for to hear

Dm F And when the meeting it was done She cast her eyes about C Dm C Dm And there she saw little Matty Groves walking in the crowd

Dm F "Come home with me, little Matty Groves Come home with me tonight C Dm C Dm Come home with me, little Matty Groves and sleep with me 'til light"

Dm F "Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home And sleep with you tonight C Dm C Dm By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are Lord Darnell's wife"

Dm F "What if I am Lord Darnell's wife Lord Darnell's not at home C Dm C Dm He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home"

[Instrumental]

Dm F And a servant who was standing by And hearing what was said C Dm C Dm He swore Lord Darnell he would know Before the sun would set

Dm F And in his hurry to carry the news He bent his breast and ran C Dm C Dm And when he came to the broad mill stream He took off his shoes and swam

Dm F Little Matty Groves, he lay down And took a little sleep C Dm C Dm When he awoke Lord Darnell Was standing at his feet

Dm F Saying "How do you like my feather bed And how do you like my sheets C Dm C Dm How do you like my lady Who lies in your arms asleep?"

Dm F "Oh well, I like your feather bed And well, I like your sheets C Dm C Dm But better I like your lady gay Who lies in my arms asleep"

[Instrumental]

Dm F "Well, get up, get up", Lord Darnell cried "Get up as quick as you can C Dm C Dm It'll never be said in fair England I slew a naked man"

Dm F "Oh I can't get up, I won't get up I can't get up for my life C Dm C Dm For you have two long beaten swords And I not a pocket knife"

Dm F "Well it's true I have two beaten swords They cost me deep in the purse C Dm C Dm But you will have the better of them And I will have the worse"

Dm F "And you will strike the very first blow And strike it like a man C Dm C Dm I will strike the very next blow And I'll kill you if I can"

Dm F So Matty struck the very first blow And he hurt Lord Darnell sore C Dm C Dm Lord Darnell struck the very next blow And Matty struck no more

[Instrumental]

Dm F And then Lord Darnell he took his wife And he sat her on his knee C Dm C Dm Saying, "Who do like the best of us Matty Groves or me?"

Dm F And then up spoke his own dear wife Never heard to speak so free C Dm C Dm "I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips Than you and your finery"

Dm F Lord Darnell he jumped up And loudly he did bawl C Dm C Dm He stuck his wife right through the heart And pinned her against the wall

Dm F "A grave, a grave", Lord Darnell cried "To put these lovers in C Dm C Dm But bury my lady at the top For she was of noble kin"

[Instrumental]

The lord in our tail variously becomes Lord Arnold, Lord Arlen, Lord Darnell, Lord Donald among others but the story is most closely related is of one Lord Barnard, or perhaps a predecessor of the Barons Barnard of Barnard Castle near Durham. Barnard Castle also lends its name to an ad-hominem, “Barney Castle”, inferring cowardice from the actions of one George Bowes who holed up there for a week and a half while some rebels besieged him. More recent fame, of course, came in 2020 when Barnard Castle took pressure off the National Health Service by becoming a standardised Covid-19 convalescent eye test.

Nelson’s Blood/Roll the Old Chariot Along

[Verse 1] Well a drop of Nelson’s Blood wouldn’t do us any harm, And a drop of Nelson’s Blood wouldn’t do us any harm And a drop of Nelson’s Blood wouldn’t do us any harm And we’ll all hang on behind

[Chorus] We’ll roll the old chariot along, We’ll roll the old chariot along We’ll roll the old chariot along And we’ll all hang on behind

And a plate of Irish Stew wouldn’t do us any harm And a plate of Irish Stew wouldn’t do us any harm And a plate of Irish Stew wouldn’t do us any harm And we’ll all hang on behind.

[Chorus

And a nice fat cook wouldn’t do us any harm And a nice fat cook wouldn’t do us any harm And a nice fat cook wouldn’t do us any harm And we’ll all hang on behind.

[Chorus

And a new plum duff wouldn’t do us any harm And a new plum duff wouldn’t do us any harm And a new plum duff wouldn’t do us any harm And we’ll all hang on behind.

[Chorus

And a night on the shore wouldn’t do us any harm And a night on the shore wouldn’t do us any harm And a night on the shore wouldn’t do us any harm And we’ll all hang on behind.

[Chorus

The “drop of Nelson’s Blood” refers to the unfortunate incident of Lord Nelson (or more correctly 1st Viscount Horatio Nelson) being shot while onboard his vessel HMS Victory. Faced with such a high profile casualty, a burial at sea was considered inappropriate so he was “preserved” in a barrel of brandy and part way through the journey transferred to a lead lined coffin and topped up with “Sprits of wine”. Legend, apocryphal though it may be, has it that good sailors wouldn’t see good brandy go to waste and so it was duly imbibed… “Nelson’s Blood” became a euphemism for the serving of brandy aboard ships thereafter.

Raggle Taggle Gypsy

Am There were three old gypsies came to our house door. Em They came brave and boldly-o G Am And the one sang high and the other sang low. Am G Em Am And the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o

{Bridge]

Am It was upstairs, downstairs the lady went. Em Put on her suit of leather-o G Am And there was a cry from around the door. Am G Em Am She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o

[Bridge]

Am It was late that night when the lord came in. Em Inquiring for his lady-o G Am And the servant girl she says to the lord. Am G Em Am "She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"

[instrumental]

Am "Well, saddle for me my milk-white steed. Em My big horse is not speedy-o G Am And I will ride till I seek my bride. Am G Em Am She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o

[Bridge]

Am Well, he rode east, and he rode west, Em

He rode north and south also

G Am Until he came to a wide-open field. Am G Em Am It was there that he spied his lady-o

[Bridge]

Am "Tell me, how could you leave your goosefeather bed, Em your blankets strewn so comely-o G Am How could you leave your newly-wedded lord, Am G Em Am All for a raggle taggle gypsy-o?"

[Instrumental]

Am "Well, what care I for my goose-feather bed, Em For my blankets strewn so comely-o? G Am Tonight I lie in a wide-open field. Am G Em Am

In the arms of a raggle taggle gypsy-o"

[Bridge]

Am "Tell me, how could you leave your house and your land, Em How could you leave your money-o G Am How could you leave your only wedded lord, Am G Em Am All for a raggle taggle gypsy-o?"

[Bridge]

Am "Well, what care I for my house and my land, Em And what care I for my money-o? G Am I'd rather have a kiss from the yellow gypsy's lips, Am G Em Am I'm away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o!"

[Instrumental]

South Australia In BFC South Australia is either done as an A Cappella shanty of very much in the style of The Pogues, fast and aggressive with as much accompaniment as can be thrown at it.

[Verse 1] D G D In South Australia I was born G D G D Heave away haul away D A D In South Australia 'round Cape Horn D A D We're bound for South Australia

[Chorus] D G D Haul away your rolling king G D G D heave away haul away D A D Haul away you'll hear me sing D A D We're bound for South Australia

[Verse 2] D G D As I walked out one morning fair G D G D Heave away haul away D A D 'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair D A D We're bound for South Australia

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] D G D There's just one thing that's on my mind G D G D Heave away haul away D A D That's leaving Nancy Blair behind D A D We're bound for South Australia

[Chorus]

[Verse 4] D G D And as we wallop round Cape Horn G D G D Heave away haul away D A D You'll wish to God you've never been born D A D We're bound for South Australia

[Chorus]

[Verse 5] D G D In South Australia I was born G D G D Heave away haul away D A D In South Australia 'round Cape Horn D A D We're bound for South Australia

Star of the County Down

Em G D Near Banbridge town, in the County Down Em D One evening last July Em G D Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín Em Bm Em And she smiled as she passed me by. G D She looked so neat from her two bare feet Em Bm D To the sheen of her nut-brown hair Em G D Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself Em Bm Em To make sure I was standing there.

[Chorus] D From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay Em D From Galway to Dublin town Em G D No maid I've seen like the fair cailín Em Bm Em That I met in the County Down.

Em G D As she onward sped I shook my head Em D And I gazed with a feeling queer Em G D And I said, says I, to a passer-by Em Bm Em "Who's your one with the nut-brown hair?" G D He smiled at me, and with pride says he, Em Bm D "She's the gem of old Ireland's crown. Em G D Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann Em Bm Em And the star of the County Down."

[Chorus]

Em G D She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly Em D and a smile like the rose in June Em G D And you held each note from her auburn throat, Em Bm Em as she lilted lamenting tunes G D At the pattern dance you'd be in a trance Em Bm D as she skipped through a jig or a reel Em G D When her eyes she'd roll, she'd lift your soul Em Bm Em And your heart she would likely steal

[Chorus]

At the harvest fair she'll be surely there Em D and I'll dress my Sunday clothes Em G D With my hat cocked right and my shoes shone bright Em Bm Em for a smile from the nut-brown Rose G D No horse I'll yoke, or pipe I'll smoke, Em Bm D 'til the rust on my plough turns brown Em G D And a smiling bride by my own fireside Em Bm D sits the star of the County Down

[Chorus]

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]

[Chorus] x2

Wagon Wheel

[Verse 1] G D Heading down south to the land of the pines Em C I'm thumbing my way into North Caroline G D C Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights G D I made it down the coast in seventeen hours Em C Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers G D C And I'm a-hopin' for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight

[Chorus] G D So rock me momma like a wagon wheel Em C Rock me momma any way you feel G D C Hey, momma rock me G D Rock me momma like the wind and the rain Em C Rock me momma like a south bound train G D C Hey, momma rock me

[Verse 2] G D Running from the cold up in New England Em C I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band G D C My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now G D Oh, north country winters keep a-getting me down Em C I lost my money playing poker so I had to leave town G D C But I ain't turning back to living that old life no more

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] – Lead only… G D Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke Em C I caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke G D But he's a heading west from the Cumberland gap C To Johnson City, Tennessee G D And I gotta get a move on before the sun Em C I hear my baby calling my name and I know that she's the only one G D C And if I died in Raleigh at least I will die free

[Chorus] – no accompaniment

[Chorus]

The Wellerman

[Verse 1] Am There once was a ship that put to sea Dm Am And the name of the ship was the Billy of Tea Am The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down E Am O blow, me bully boys, blow

[Chorus] F C Soon may the Wellerman come Dm Am To bring us sugar and tea and rum F C One day, when the tonguin’ is done, E Am We’ll take our leave and go

[Verse 2] Am She had not been two weeks from shore Dm Am When down on her a right whale bore Am The captain called all hands and swore E Am He'd take that whale in tow

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] Am Before the boat had hit the water Dm Am The whale's tail came up and caught her Am All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her E Am When she dived down below

[Chorus]

[Verse 4] Am No line was cut, no whale was freed; Dm Am The Captain's mind was not of greed Am But he belonged to the whaleman's creed; E Am She took the ship in tow

[Chorus]

[Verse 5] Am For forty days, or even more Dm Am The line went slack, then tight once more Am All boats were lost (there were only four) E Am But still that whale did go

[Chorus]

[Verse 6] Am As far as I've heard, the fight's still on; Dm Am The line's not cut and the whale's not gone Am The Wellerman makes his regular call Dm Am To encourage the Captain, crew, and all

[Chorus] X 2

What on earth is a Wellerman? Before we go there, the Covid-19 pandemic of 2019-2021 caused, aside from the more obvious and morbid consequences, some very strange things to happen. One of which was a shanty, this shanty, having been recorded by the excellent shanty crew “The Longest Johns” was picked up by a young postman from Airdrie in Scotland who recorded it and posted it on TikTok. It went viral, made the news, all very bizarre indeed. We at BFC being stuck at home and in need of musical outlets, recorded it remotely and pieced it together as a video. And that Wellerman? An employee of the Weller Brothers’ Shipping company being the major suppliers of provisions to the whaling stations of Australia and New Zealand.

Whip Jamboree

[Verse 1] Em G D And now me lads be of good cheer Em D Em D For the Irish coast will soon draw near Em G D And we’ll set a course for old Cape Clear Em D Em D Oh! Jenny get your oat cakes done

Em D

[Chorus] Em G D Jamboree! Whip Jamboree! Em D Em D With your pig-tailed sailor, hangin’ on behind Em G D Jamboree! Whip Jamboree! Em D Em D Oh! Jenny get your oat cakes done

Em D

[Verse 2] Em G D Now Cape Clear it is in sight Em D Em D We’ll be off Holyhead tomorrow night Em G D And we’ll set our course for the Perch Rock Light Em D Em D Oh! Jenny get your oat cakes done.

Em D

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] Em G D Now my boys we’re off Holyhead Em D Em D No more salt beef, or weavilly bread Em G D One man in the chains swingin’ the lead Em D Em D Oh! Jenny get your oat cakes done.

Em D

[Chorus]

[Verse 4] Em G D Now my lads we’re round the Rock Em D Em D All hammocks lashed and chests well-locked Em G D We’ll haul her into the Waterloo Dock Em D Em D Oh! Jenny get your oat cakes done

Em D

[Chorus]

[Verse 5] Em G D Now we're hauling through the locks Em D Em D and the pretty girls to the docks do flock Em G D and there's my Jenny with a brand-new frock Em D Em D Oh! Jenny get your oat cakes done

Em D

[Chorus]

[Verse 6] Em G D Now me lads we’re all in dock Em D Em D We’ll be off to Dan Lowrie’s on the spot Em G Em And there we’ll sink a good pint pot Em D Em D Oh! Jenny get your oat cakes done

Em D

[Chorus]

[Verse 7] Em G D And now we're safe and on the shore Em D Em D and I don't give a damn how the waves do roar, Em G D I'll swallow the anchor, go to sea no more Em D Em D Oh! Jenny get your oat cakes done

[Chorus] x2

Whip Jamboree may be the most sanitised shanty in the history of sea-faring. This version sails only a vaguely risky course of positional preference. Others remove all reference our sailors’ likely first pastime on being re-acquainted with their respective “Jennies” settling instead for nothing more satisfying than a freshly cooked oatcake. One supposes that would be welcome after the salt-beef and weevilly bread. Sigh…

Whiskey In the Jar

[Verse 1] A F#m As I was goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains, D A I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' A F#m I first produced me pistol and then produced me rapier, D A Sayin' "Stand and deliver for you are a bold deceiver"

[Chorus] E Musha rig um du rum da A Whack fol the daddy O, D Whack fol the daddy O, A E A There's whiskey in the jar.

[Verse 2] A F#m I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny D A I put it in me pocket and I took it home to my Jenny A F#m She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me D A But the devil take the women for they never can be easy

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] A F#m I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber D A I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder A F#m But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water D A Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

[Chorus]

[Verse 4] A F#m 't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel D A Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell A F#m I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier D A I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

[Chorus]

[Verse 5] A F#m Now there's some take delight in the carriages a rolling D A and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling A F#m but I take delight in the juice of the barley D A and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

[Chorus]

[Verse 6] A F#m If anyone can aid me 't is me brother in the army D A If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney A F#m And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Kilkenny D A And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny

[Chorus] x2

Wild Mountain Thyme

[Verse] |G C |G O the summer time has come |C |G And the trees are sweetly bloomin' |C G |Em And the wild mountain thyme |C Am |C Grows a-round the bloomin' heather

[Chorus] |G C |G Will ye go lassie go? |C |G And we'll all go together |C G |Em To pull wild mountain thyme |C Am |C All a-round the bloomin' heather |G C |G Will ye go lassie go?

[Verse] |G C |G I will build my love a bower |C |G By yon cool crystal fountain |C G |Em A-round it I will pile |C Am |C All the flowers o' the mountain

[Chorus]

[Verse] |G C |G I will range through the wilds |C |G And the deep glen sae dreamy |C G |Em And re-turn wi' their spoils |C Am |C Tae the bower o' my dearie

[Chorus]

[Verse] |G C |G If my true love she'll not come |C |G Then I'll surely find another |C G |Em To pull wild mountain thyme |C Am |C All a-round the bloomin' heather

[Chorus] x2

Wild Rover

[Verse 1] G C I've been a wild rover for many a year G C D7 G I spent all me money on whiskey and beer G C But now I'm returning with gold in great store G C D7 G And I never will play the wild rover no more

[Chorus] D7 G C And it's no nay never, no nay never no more G C D7 G Will I play the wild rover, no never, no more

[Verse 2] G C I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent G C D7 G And I told the landlady me money was spent G C I asked her for credit, she answered me "Nay!" G C D7 G "Such custom as yours I could have any day!"

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] G C I took out of me pocket ten sovereigns bright G C D7 G And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight G C She said: "I have whiskeys and wines on the best! G C D7 G And the words that I told you were only in jest!"

[Chorus]

[Verse 4] G C I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done G C D7 G And ask them to pardon their prodigal son G C And when they've caressed me as oft-times before G C D7 G I never will play the wild rover no more.

[Chorus] x2

Tune Sets

100

Cooley Cooley’s Reel

101

Drowsy Maggie

102

Polkas The Britches Full of Stitches

Kerry Polka

103

Armagh Polka/John Ryan’s Polka occasionally

104

Rose The Blackthorn Stick

The Rose in the Heather

105

Irish Washerwoman

106

Glasgow Glasgow Reel

107

Julia Delaney

108

Banbury Banbury Bill

Dark Girl Dressed in Blue

109

Andrew’s Liver Salts

110

The Slides The Road to Lisdoonvarna

The Star Above the Garter

111

O’Keeffe’s Slide

The House Party

112

Swallowtail Swallowtail Jig

113

Morrisons Jig

114

Kid on the Mountain

115

116

The Bears Bear Dance

117

Dancing Bear

118

Tunes

119

Atholl Highlanders

120

Bampton Jig

The first tune ever written by founder Calum Scott. He still can’t play it right…

121

Bampton Reel

122

Bampton Stomp

123

Bouree De Montford

124

The Butterfly

125

Ffidl Ffadl

126

Gloucester Hornpipe

127

The Haunted House

128

Horses Brawl

129

Inisheer

130

The Kesh Jig

131

Not for Joe

132

Orange in Bloom/The Sherborne Waltz

133

Parsons Farewell

134

Planxty Iriwin

135

Rakes of Kildare

136

Saddle The Pony

137

St Anne’s Reel

138

Si Beag Si Mhor

139

Spootiskerry

140

The Wind that Shakes the Barley

141

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Index

All For Me Grog, 10, 12 John Ryan’s Polka. See Armagh Polka, See An Choisir. See House Party, The Armagh Polka Andrew’s Liver Salts, 110 Johnny Jump Up, 49, 51 Armagh Polka, 8, 104 Jolly Beggarman, The, 53, 55 Atholl Highlanders, 120 Julia Delaney, 108 Bampton Jig, 121 Kerry Polka, 103 Bampton Reel, 122 Kesh Jig, Th, 131 Bampton Stomp, 123 Mary Don’t You Weep, 57 Banbury Ale, 14 Matty Groves, 59, 61 Banbury Bill, 109 Molly Malone. See Cockles and Mussels Bear Dance, 117 Morrisons Jig, 114 Blackleg Miner, 16 Nelson’s Blood, 63 Blackthorn Stick, The, 105 Not for Joe, 132 Bouree De Montford, 124 O’Keeffe’s Slide, 112 Butterfly, The, 125 Orange in Bloom, 133 Cockles and Mussels, 18, 19 Parsons Farewell, 134 Cooley’s Reel, 101 Planxty Iriwin, 135 Cullen Slide, The. See House Party, The Raggle Taggle Gypsy, 65, 67 Dancing Bear, 118 Rakes of Kildare, 136 Dark Girl Dressed in Blue, 8, 109 Red Haired Boy. See Jolly Beggarman, The, See Dilwyn. See Not For Joe Jolly Beggarman, The Dirty Old Town, 20, 21 Road to Lisdoonvarna, The, 111 Drowsy Maggie, 102 Roll the Old Chariot Along. See Nelson's Blood Drunken Sailor, 22, 23 Rose in the Heather, The, 105 Ffidl Ffadl, 126 Saddle The Pony, 137 Fields of Athenry, 24, 25 Sherborne Waltz, The. See Orange in Bloom Fox, The, 26, 28 Si Beag Si Mhor, 139 Galway Girl, The, 30, 31 South Australia, 69, 71 Glasgow Reel, 107 Spootiskerry, 140 Gloucester Hornpipe, 127 St Annes Reel, 138 Gypsy Rover, 32, 33 Star Above the Garter, The, 111 Haul Away the Bowline, 34 Star of the County Down, 73, 76 Haunted House, The, 128 Swallowtail Jig, 113 Horses Bransle. See Horses Brawl Tam Lin. See Glasgow Reel Horses Brawl, 129 The Britches Full of Stitches, 103 House Party, The, 112 Toormore. See House Party, The I’ll Tell Me Ma, 36, 37 Wagon Wheel, 8, 77 I’m A Man You Don’t Meet Every Day, 39, 40 Wellerman, The, 79, 81 In Dublin’s Fair City. See Cockles and Mussels Whip Jamboree, 83, 85 Inisheer, 130 Whiskey In the Jar, 87, 89 Irish Pub Song, 41, 43 Wild Mountain Thyme, 91, 93 Irish Rover, 45, 47 Wild Rover, 95, 97 Irish Washerwoman, 106 Wind that Shakes the Barley, The, 141

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