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the dubliners - a pub with no beer
Well it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the camp fire at night,
Where the wild dingos call.
But there's nothin' so lonesome
morbid or drear,
than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
and there's a far away look on the face of the bum
the maids got all cranky and
and the cooks acting queer
what a terrible place, is a pub with no beer.
Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
He presses up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat.
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a snear
As the barman says sadly,
"The pubs got no beer."
Then the swaggy comes in smoothered in dust and flies
He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says "what's this I hear"
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles
To a pub with no beer
Now there's a dog on the veranda for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinkin' wine with his mates.
He hurries for cover and he cringes with fear
It's no place for a dog,
Round a pub with no beer.
And old Billie the Blacksmith, the first time in his life
Why he's gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen she says your early Bill dear
But then he breaks down and he tells her
The pub's got no beer.
Well its hard to believe that there's customers still
But the money's still tinkling in the old ancient til
The wine dots are happy and I know they're sincere
When they say they don't care if the pubs got no beer
So it's a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the camp fire at night,
Where the wild dingos call.
But there's nothin' so lonesome
morbid or drear,
than to stand in the bar of that pub with no beer.
the dubliners - a song for ireland
Walking all the day
Near tall towers where falcons build their nests
Silver wings they fly,
They know the call for freedom in their breasts,
Saw Black Head against the sky
With twisted rocks that run down to the sea
Living on your western shore,
Saw summer sun sets, I asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea,
And sang a song for Ireland
Drinking all the day,
In old pubs where fiddlers love to play,
Saw one take the bow,
He played a reel that was so grand and gay,
I stood on dingle beach and cast,
In wild foam for Atlantic bass,
Living on your western shore,
Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea,
And sang a song for Ireland
Talking all the day,
With true friends who try to make you stay,
Telling jokes and news,
Singing songs to pass the time away,
Watched the galway salmon run,
Like silver dancing, darting in the sun,
living on your western shore,
Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea,
And sang a song for Ireland
Dreaming in the night,
I saw a land where no-man had to fight,
Waking in your dawn,
I saw you crying in the morning light,
Sleeping where the falcons fly,
They twist and turn all in your air-blue sky,
Living on your western shore,
Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic sea,
And I sang a song for Ireland
the dubliners - all for me grog
And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander
I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me plunder
I've seen centipedes and snakes and me head is full of aches
And I have to take a path for way out yonder
And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander
Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots
They're all sold for beer and tobacco
See the soles they were thin and the uppers were lettin' in
And the heels were lookin' out for better weather
And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander
Where is me shirt, me noggin', noggin' shirt
It's all sold for beer and tobacco
You see the sleeves were all worn out and the collar been torn about
And the tail was lookin' out for better weather
And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander
Where is me wife, me noggin', noggin' wife
She's all sold for beer and tobacco
You see her front it was worn out and her tail I kicked about
And I'm sure she's lookin' out for better weather
And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander
Where is me bed, me noggin', noggin' bed
It's all sold for beer and tobacco
You see I sold it to the girls until the springs were all in twirls
And the sheets they're lookin' out for better weather
And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander
(By: Demy)
the dubliners - anna liffey
Anna Liffey
'Twas down by Anna Liffey
My love and I did stray
Where in the good old slushy mud
The seagulls sport and play
We've got the whiff of ray and chips
And Mary softly sighed
Oh John won't you come,
For a wan and wan
Down by the Liffey side
Well up along by George's Street
The loving pair did view
And Mary swanked it like a queen
In a skirt of navy blue
Her hat was newly turned
And her blouse was newly dyed
So you couldn't bate her amber locks
Down by the Liffey side
And on her old melodeon
How sweetly could she play
She played goodbye and do not sigh
And down by Texas Way
And when she turned Sinn Feiner
I nearly burst with pride
For to hear her sing the 'Soldier's song'
Down by the Liffey side
On Sunday morning to Meath Street
Together we will go
And up to Father Murphy there
We both will make our vow
He'll join our hands in wedlock bands
And soon we'll be outside
For a whole afternoon on our honeymoon
Down by the Liffey side
And we'll have little children
And rear them neat and clean
To shout up the Republic
And to sing about Sinn Fein
They'll do what their old fellow did
Who England's power divide
We'll send them off to fight The Saxon Hun
Down by the Liffey side
the dubliners - black velvet band
In a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound
Many an hours sweet happiness, have I spent in that neat little town
A sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from me friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band
Chorus:
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll down Broadway, meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid comes a trapsing along the highway
She was both fair and handsome, her neck it was just like a swan
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman passing us by
Well I knew she meant the doing of him, by the look in her roguish black eye
A goldwatch she took from his pocket and placed it right in to my hand
And the very first thing that I said was bad `cess to the black velvet band
Before the judge and the jury, next morning I had to appear
The judge he says to me: "Young man, your case it is proven clear
We'll give you seven years penal servitude, to be spent faraway from the land
Far away from your friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band"
So come all you jolly young fellows a warning take by me
When you are out on the town me lads, beware of them pretty colleens
For they feed you with strong drink, "me lads", 'til you are unable to stand
And the very first thing that you'll know is you've landed in Van Diemens Land
the dubliners - dirty old town
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town dirty old town
Clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town dirty old town
Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring in the smokey wind
Dirty old town dirty old town
I'm going to make a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town dirty old town
Dirty old town dirty old town
the dubliners - don t get married
Don't get married girls
You'll sign away your life
You may start off as a woman
But you'll end up as the wife
You could be a vestal virgin
Take the veil and be a nun
But don't get married girls
For marriage isn't fun
Oh it's fine when you're romancing
And he plays the lover's part
You're the roses in his garden
You're the flame that warms his heart
And his love will last forever
And he'll promise you the moon
But just wait until you're wedded
Then he'll sing a different tune
You're his tapioca pudding
You're the dumplings in his stew
But he'll soon begin to wonder
What he ever saw in you
Still he takes without complaining
All the dishes you provide
For you see he's got to have
His bit of jam tart on the side
So don't get married girls
It's very badly paid
You may start off as the mistress
But you'll end up as the maid
Be a daring deep sea diver
Be a polished polyglot
But don't get married girls
For marriage is a plot
Have you seen him in the morning
With a face that looks like death
With dandruff on his pillow
And tobacco on his breath
And he needs some reassurance
With his cup of tea in bed
For he's worried by the mortgage
And the bald patch on his head
And he's sure that you're his mother
Lays his head upon your breast
So you try to boost his ego
Iron his shirt and warm his vest
Then you get him off to work
The mighty hunter is restored
And he leaves you there with nothing
But the dreams you can't afford
So don't get married girls
Men are all the same
They just use you when you need you
You'd do better on the game
Be a call girl, be a stripper
Be a hostess, be a whore
But don't get married girls
For marriage is a bore
When he comes home in the morning
He can hardly spare a look
All he says is "what's for dinner?"
After all you're just the cook
But when he takes you to a party
Well he eyes you with a frown
For you know you've got to look your best
You mustn't let him down
All he'll clutch you with that
"look what I've got" twinkle in his eyes
Like he's entered for a raffle
And he's won you for the prize
Oh but when the party's over
You'll be slogging through the sludge
Half the time a decoration
And the other half a drudge
So don't get married
It'll drive you round the bend
It's the lane without a turning
It's the end without an end
Take a lover every friday
Take up tennis, be a nurse
But don't get married girls
For marriage is a curse
Then you get him off to work
The mighty hunter is restored
And he leaves you there with nothing
But the dreams you can't afford
the dubliners - drink it up men
At the pub on the crossroads there's whiskey and beer
There's brandy from cognac that's fragrant but dear
But for killing the thirst and for raising the gout
There's nothing at all beats a pint of good stout
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
At the pub on the crossroads I first went astray
There I drank enough drink for to fill Galway Bay
Going up to the mourning I wore out me shoes
Going up to the cross for the best of good booze
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
Some folk o'er the water think bitter is fine
And others they swear by the juice of the wine
But there's nothing that's squeezed from the grape or the hop
Like the black liquidation with the froth on the top
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
I've travelled in England, I've travelled in France
At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance
So hear me then mister and pour me one more
If I cannot drink it up then throw me out the door
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
It's Guinness's porter that has me this way
For it's sweeter than buttermilk and stronger than tea
But when in the morning I feel kind of rough
Me cursin' lord I be who brews the damned stuff
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
the dubliners - four green fields
'What did I have',
said the fine old woman.
'What did I have',
this proud old woman did say.
'I had four green fields,
each one was a jewel.
But strangers came
and tried to take them from me.
But my fine strong sons
They fought to save my jewels.
They fought and they died
And that was my grief', said she.
'Long time ago',
said the fine old woman,
'Long time ago',
this proud old woman did say.
'There was war and death,
plundering and pillage.
My children starved
by mountain, valley and stream.
And their wailing cries
They reached the very heavens.
And my four green fields
ran red with their blood', said she.
'What have I now',
said the fine old woman.
'What have I now',
this proud old woman did say.
'I have four green fields,
one of them's in bondage.
In strangers' hands,
that try to take it from me.
But my sons have sons
As brave as were their fathers.
And my four green fields
will bloom once again', said she.
And my four green fields
will bloom once again', said she.
the dubliners - gentleman soldier
Well itÂ?s of a gentleman soldier as a sentry he did stand.
He saluted the fair maid by a waving of his hand.
So boldly then he kissed her and he passed it off as a joke.
He drilled her up in the sentry-box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak.
And the drums they go with a rat-a-ta-tat and the fifes they loudly play.
Fare thee well, Polly me dear, I must be going away.
All night they tossed and tumbled till daylight did appear.
The soldier rose, pulled on his clothes, saying, "Fare ye well, me dear,
For the drums they are a sounding, and the fifes they sweetly play.
If it weren't for that, dear Polly, then along with you I'd stay."
Â?Oh come, ye gentleman soldier, won't you marry me?Â?
Â?Oh no, me dearest Polly, such things never can be.
For IÂ?ve a wife already and children I have three.
Two wives are allowed in the army but oneÂ?s too many for me.
If anyone comes a courting you can treat them to a glass.
If anyone comes a courting you can say you're a country lass.
You don't have to tell them that ever you played this joke,
That you were drilled in a sentry box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak.
Â?Oh come ye gentleman soldier, why didn't you tell me so?
My parents will be angry when this they come to know.Â?
And when nine long months had come and passed, this poor girl she brought shame,
She had a little militia-boy and she didn't know his name.
the dubliners - i wish i was back in liverpool
I wish I was back in Liverpool, Liverpool town where I was born
Where there ain't no trees, no scent of grease, no fiel's of waving corn
But there's lots of girls with peroxide curls and the black and tan flows free
There's six in a bed by the old pier head and it's Liverpool town for me
'Tis seven long years since I wandered 'way to sail the wild world o'er
Me very first trip on an old steam ship that was bound for Baltimore
I was seven days sick and I just couldn't stick that bobbin' up and down
So I told them "Jack, you'd better turn back for dear old Liverpool town"
(Chorus)
We dug the Mersey tunnel, boys, way back in thirty-three
Dug an hole in the ground until we found an hold called Wallasey
Then the foreman cried "Come on, outside! The roof is fallin' down"
While I'm tellin' you, Jack, we all swum back to dear old Liverpool town
(Chorus)
There's every race and colour of face, there's every kind of name
But the pigeons on the pier head they treat you all the same
And if you walk up up up Parlament Street you'll get faces black and brown
And I've also seen the orange-green in dear old Liverpool town
(Chorus)
(By: Demy)
the dubliners - i ll tell me ma
i'll tell me ma
when i go home
the boys won't leave
the girls alone
they pulled my hair
they broke my comb
but thats alright
til i get home
she is handsome she is pretty
she is the bell of belfast city
she is marching one, two, three
please can you tell me who is she
albert mooney says he loves her
all the boys are fighting for her
they knock at the door
and they ring at the bell saying
"oh, my true love are you well"
out she comes as white as snow
with rings on her fingers
and bells on her toes
ol' jenny murray says she'll die
if she doesn't a man with a roven eye
let the wind and the rain and the breeze blow high
and the snow come falling from the sky
jenny murray says she'll die
if she doesn't get a man with a roven eye
one young man is fighting for her
all the rest they swear they'll have her
let them all say as they will
albert mooney loves her still
i'll tell me ma
when i get home
the boys won't leave
the girls alone
they pulled my hair
they broke my comb
but thats alright
til i get home
the dubliners - i m a rover
There's ne'er a nicht I'm gane to ramble, there's ne'er a nicht I'm gane to roam
There's ne'er a nicht I'm gane to ramble, intae the erms of me ain true love
I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree
It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company
Though the nicht be as dark as dungeon, not a star can be seen above
I will be guided without a stumble, intae the erms of my ane true love
I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree
It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company
He stepped up tae her bedroom winday, kneeling gently upon a staine
He whispers through her bedroom winday, my darling dear do you lie alaine
I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree
It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company
She raised her head from her down soft pillow, wi' her erms around her breasts
Says: Â?Why is that that my bedroom winday is 'sterbing me at my long nicht's rest?Â?
I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree
It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company
Says I: Â?My love it's I thy true lover, open the door and let me in
For I have come on a long nights journey more than near drenched to my skinÂ?
I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree
It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company
She opened the door wi' the greatest pleasure, she opened the door and she let him in
They both shook hands and embraced each other, until the morning they lay as one
I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree
It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company
Says I: My love I must go and leave you, to climb the hills they are far above
But I will climb wi' the greatest pleasure, since I've been in the arms of my love
the dubliners - kilkelly
Kilkelly, Ireland, 1860, my dear and loving son John.
Your good friend schoolmaster Pat MacNamara is so good as to write these words down.
Your brothers have all got a fine work in England, the house is so empty and sad.
The crop of potatoes is sorely infected, a third to a half of them bad.
And your sister Bridget and Patrick O'Donnell are going to be married in June.
Mother says not to work on the railroad and be sure to come on home soon.
Kilkelly, Ireland, 1870, my dear and loving son John.
Hello to your Misses and to your four children, may they grow healthy and strong.
Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble I suppose that he never will learn.
Because of the dampness there's no turf to speak of and now we have nothing to burn.
And Bridget is happy, we named a child for her although she's got six of her own.
You say you found work but you don't say what kind or when you will be coming home.
Kilkelly, Ireland, 1880, dear Michael and John, my sons.
I'm sorry to give you the very sad news that your dear old mother has gone.
We buried her down at the church in Kilkelly, your brothers and Bridged were there.
You don't have to worry she died very quickly, remember her in your prayers.
And it's so good to hear that Michael's returning, with money he's sure to buy land
for the crop has been poor and the people are selling at any price that they can.
Kilkelly, Ireland, 1890, my dear and loving son John.
I suppose that I must be close on eighty, it's thirty years since you're gone.
Because of all of the money you send me I'm still living out on my own
Michael has built himself a fine house and Bridget's daughters have grown.
Thank you for sending your family-picture, they're lovely young women and men
You say that you might even come for a visit, what joy to see you again.
Kilkelly, Ireland, 1892, my dear brother John.
I'm sorry I didn't write sooner to tell you, but father passed on.
He was living with Bridged, she says he was cheerful and healthy right down to the end.
You should have seen him playing with the grandchildren of Pat MacNamara, your friend.
And we buried him alongside of mother, down at the Kilkelly churchyard
he was a strong and a feisty old man considering his life was so hard.
And it's funny the way he kept talking about you, he called for you at the end
oh why don't you think about coming to visit, we'd all love to see you again.
the dubliners - limerick rake
I am a young fellow that's easy and bold,
In Castletown conners I'm very well known.
In Newcastle West I spent many a note,
With Kitty and Judy and Mary.
My parents rebuked me for being such a rake,
And spending my time in such frolicsome ways,
But I ne'er could forget the good nature of Jane,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.
My parents had reared me to shake and to mow,
To plough and to harrow, to reap and to sow.
Me heart being too airy to drop it so low,
I set out on high speculation.
On paper and parchment they taught me to write,
In Euclid and Grammar they opened my eyes,
And in Multiplication in truth I was bright,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.
If I chance for to go to the town of Rathkeale,
The girls all round me do flock on the square.
Some offer me apple and others sweet cakes,
and treats me unknown to their parents,
There is one from Askeaton and one from the Pike,
Another from Arda, my heart was beguiled,
Tho' being from the mountains her stockings are white,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.
To quarrel for riches I ne'er was inclined,
For the greatest of misers must leave them behind.
But I'll purchase a cow that will never run dry,
And I'll milk her by twisting her horn.
John Damer of Shronel had plenty of gold,
And Lord Devonshire's treasure is twenty times more,
But he's laid on his back among nettles and stones,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.
This old cow can be milked without clover or grass,
For she's pampered with corn, sweet corn and hops.
She'll be warm,s he'll be stout, she'll be free in her paps,
And she'll milk without spancil or halter.
The man that will drink it will cock his caubeen,
And if anyone laughs there'll be wigs on the green,
And the feeble old hag will get supple and free,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.
There's some say I'm foolish and more say I'm wise,
But being fond of the women I think is no crime,
For the son of King David had ten hundred wives,
And his wisdom was highly recorded.
I'll take a good garden and live at my ease,
And each woman and child can partake of the same,
If there's war in the cabin, themselves they could blame,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.
But now for the future I think I'll get wise,
And I'll marry all those women who acted so kind,
Aye I'll marry them all on the morrow by and by,
If the clergy agreed to the bargain.
And when I'll be old and my soul be at rest,
all those children and wives they could cry at my wake,
And they all gathers round and they offers their prayers,
To the Lord for the soul of their father.
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