I've been a wild rover for many's the year and I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer. But now I'm returning with gold in great store and I never will play the wild rover no more [[Chorus:]] And it's no, nay, never, no, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover no, never, no more I went into an ale-house I used to frequent and I told the landlady my money was spent. I asked her for credit, she answered me nay, Such "a custom like yours I can have any day [[Chorus]] image: http://static.urx.io/units/web/urx-unit-loader.gif I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright and the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight. She said I'd have whiskey and wines of the best and the words that she told me were only in jest. [[Chorus]] 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 [[Chorus]]

Fare thee well my lovely Dinah, A thousand times adieu For we're going away from the Holy Ground, And the girls we all love true We will sail the salt seas over, And then return for shore To see again the girls we love, And the holy Ground once more Fine girl you are You're the girl that I adore, But still I live in hope to see The holy Ground once more And now the storm is raging, And we are far from shore And the good old ship is tossing about, And the rigging is all tore And the secret ofmy life, my love, You're the girl that I adore But still I live in hope to see, Holy Ground once more Fine girl you are You're the girl that I adore, But still I live in hope to see The holy Ground once more And now the storm is over, And we are safe and well We will go into a public house, And sit and drink like hell We will drink strong ale and porter, And we'll make the rafters roar And when our money is all spent, We will go to sea once more Fine girl you are You're the girl that I adore, But still I live in hope to see The holy Ground once more, fine girl you are

Farewell to all our Scottish way Farewell our ancient glory Farewell even to our Scottish name So famed in marshal story Now Sark over the Solway Firth And Tweed runs to the ocean To mark where England's Province stands Such a parcel of rogues in a nation What force or guile could not subdue Through many war-like ages Is wrought now by a coward few For hiring traders wages The English steel we could disdain Secured in Valor's station But we're bought and we're sold for English Gold Such a Parcel Of Rogues in a nation Oh would or I had seen the day That treason thus could sell us My old gray head had lyed in clay With Bruce and loyal Wallace But pith and power, till my last hour I'll make this declaration That we're bought and we're sold for English Gold Such a Parcel of Rogues In a nation

God save Ireland, said the heroes God save Ireland, said they all Whether on the scaffold high Or the battlefield we die Oh what matter when for Erin dear we fall? High upon the gallows tree Swung the noble hearted three By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom But they met him face to face With the courage of their race And they went with souls undaunted to their doom [Chorus] When they're up the rugged stair Rang their voices out in prayer Then with England's fatal cord around them cast Close beside the gallows tree Kissed like brothers lovingly True to home and faith and freedom to the last [Chorus] Never till the latest day Shall the memory pass away? Oh, the gallant lives thus given for our land But on the cause must go Amid joy and weal and woe Till we make our Isle a nation free and grand [Chorus]

When boyhood's fire was in my blood I read of ancient freemen, For Greece and Rome who bravely stood, Three hundred men and three men; And then I prayed I yet might see Our fetters rent in twain, And Ireland. long a province, be A Nation Once Again! [Chorus:] A Nation Once Again, A Nation Once Again, And Ireland, long a province, be A Nation Once Again! And from that time, through wildest woe, That hope has shown a far light, Nor could love's brightest summer glow Outshine that solemn starlight; It seemed to watch above my head In forum, field and fame, Its angel voice sang round my bed, A Nation Once Again. [Chorus] It whisper'd too, that freedom's ark, And service high and holy, Would be profaned by feeling dark And passions vain or lowly; For, Freedom comes from God's right hand, And needs a godly train; And righteous men must make our land A Nation Once Again! [Chorus]

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by Me mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision, and I followed with a will 'Til next I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there The young, the old, the brave and the bold came, their duty to fulfill At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill I went to see me neighbors, to see what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still Ah, he used to mend me britches when I lived in Spancil Hill I paid a flying visit to my first and only love She's as white as any lily, gentle as a dove And she threw her arms around me saying, "Johnny, I love you still" As she's Nell the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill I dreamed I held and kissed her as in the days of yore Ah Johnny, you're only jokin', as many's the time before Then the cock, he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill

Make way for the Molly Maguires They're drinkers, they're liars but they're men Make way for the Molly Maguires You'll never see the likes of them again Down the mines no sunlight shines Those pits they're black as hell In modest style they do their time It's Paddy's prison cell And they curse the day they've travelled far Then drown their tears with a jar So make way for the Molly Maguires They're drinkers, they're liars but they're men Make way for the Molly Maguires You'll never see the likes of them again Backs will break and muscles ache Down there there's no time to dream Of fields and farms, of womans arms Just dig that bloody seam Though they drain their bodies underground Who'll dare to push them around So make way for the Molly Maguires They're drinkers, they're liars but they're men Make way for the Molly Maguires You'll never see the likes of them again So make way for the Molly Maguires They're drinkers, they're liars but they're men Make way for the Molly Maguires You'll never see the likes of them again

A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing in my prison cell And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal To begin the morning, a screw was bawling Get up you bowsie, and clean up your cell And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal The lags were sleeping, humpy Gussy was creeping As I lay there weeping for my girl Sal And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal Up in the female prison, there are seventy five women `Tis among them I wish I did dwell Then the auld triangle, could go jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal All along the banks of the Royal Canal

When I was a young man I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915 my country said: Son, It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun And they sent me away to the war And the band played Waltzing Matilda When the ship pulled away from the quay And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers We sailed off for Gallipoli It well I remember that terrible day When our blood stained the sand and the water And how in that hell they call Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell He nearly blew us back home to Australia And the band played Waltzing Matilda When we stopped to bury our slain Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs Then it started all over again Oh those that were living just tried to survive In that mad world of blood, death and fire And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive While around me the corpses piled higher Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head And when I awoke in me hospital bed And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead I never knew there was worse things than dying Oh no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda All around the green bush far and near For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs No more waltzing Matilda for me They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay I looked at the place where me legs used to be And thank Christ there was no one there waiting for me To grieve and to mourn and to pity And the Band played Waltzing Matilda When they carried us down the gangway Oh nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared Then they turned all their faces away Now every April I sit on my porch And I watch the parade pass before me I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Renewing their dreams of past glories I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war And the young people ask "What are they marching for?" And I ask myself the same question And the band plays Waltzing Matilda And the old men still answer the call But year after year, their numbers get fewer Someday, no one will march there at all Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me? And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong So who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?

It was down by Egan`s corner one morning I did stray I met a fellow rebel there and this to him did say "We have orders from the Captain to assemble at Drumbar oh but how are we to get there without a motor car?" Well Barney dear be of good cheer and I`ll tell you what we`ll do The specials they are plentyful and the I.R.A. are few We`ll wire up to Stranorlar and before we`ll get that far We`ll give the boys a bloody good ride in Johnson`s motor car When Doctor Johson got the news he soon put on his shoes He said "This is an urgent case there is no time to lose!" He then put on his castor hat and upon his breast a star You could hear the din going through Glenfin of Johnson`s motor car Well when he got to the Reelin bridge the rebbels he saw there He knew the game was up with him for at him they did stare He said "I have a permit to travel near and far" You can stick your English permit we want your motor car What will my loyal brethren say when'ere they hear the news My car it has been commandeered by rebels at Dunluce "We`ll give you a receipt for it all signed by Captain Barr And when Ireland gets her freedom you`ll get your motor car!" They set the car in motion and filled it to the brim With rifles and with bayonets, this mad old Johnson grim And Barney hoisted the Sinn Féin flag and it fluttered like a star And they gave three cheers for the I.R.A. and Johnson`s motorcar

As I went home on Monday night, As drunk as drunk could be. I saw a horse outside the door, Where my old horse should be. I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me, Who owns that horse outside the door, Where my old horse should be? Ay, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, Still you cannot see. That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me. Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more, But a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before. As I went home on Tuesday night, As drunk as drunk could be. I saw a coat behind the door, Where my old coat should be. I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me, Who owns that coat behind the door, Where my old coat should be? Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk You silly old fool, Still you cannot see. That's a woolen blanket that my mother sent to me. Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more, But buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before. As I went home on Wednesday night, As drunk as drunk could be. I saw a pipe upon the chair, Where my old pipe should be. I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me, Who owns that pipe upon the chair Where my old pipe should be. Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk You silly old fool, still you cannot see. That's a lovely tin-whistle, that my mother sent to me. Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more, But tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure, I never saw before. As I came home on Thursday nigh, As drunk as drunk could be. I saw two boots beside the bed, Where my old boots should be. I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me, Who owns them boots beside the bed Where my old boots should be. Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk You silly old fool, Still you cannot see. They're two lovely flower pots my mother sent to me. Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more, But laces in flower pots I never saw before. As I came home on Friday night, As drunk as drunk could be. I saw a head upon the bed, Where my old head should be. I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me, Who owns that head upon the bed, Where my old head should be. Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk You silly old fool, Still you cannot see. That's a baby boy, that my mother sent to me. Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more, But a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure, I never saw before.

In a neat little town they called Belfast Apprentice to trade I was bound And many an hour sweet happiness Have I spent in that neat little town As 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 Her eyes they shown 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 Come a-traipsing 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 Her eyes they shown 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 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 gold watch she took from his pocket And placed it right into my hand And the very first thing that I said, was Bad 'cess to the black velvet band Her eyes they shown 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 Before the judge and the jury Next morning, I had to appear The judge, he says to me: "Young man, you're case it is proven clear We'll give you seven years penal servitude To be spent far away from the land Far away from your friends and relations Betrayed by the black velvet band" Her eyes they shown 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 So come all you jolly young fellows A warning take by me When you are out on the town, me lads Beware of the pretty colleens They'll feed you with strong drink, me lads 'Till you are unable to stand And the very first thing that you'll know is You've landed in Van Diemens Land Her eyes they shown like diamonds Her neck, it was just like a swan And her hair, it hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band

Laws were made for people And the law can never scorn The right of a man to be free Free the people! Let them have their say Free the people! Let them see the light of day A dismal dawn was breaking when they took her man away Not knowing what was his crime Just what he was guilty of not one of them could say But they'll think of something in time He says: "Goodbye and remember We shall overcome" Free the people! Let them have their say Free the people! Let them see the light of day Comforting her children softly crying in the night She tries very hard to explain You know, your Daddy never did a thing that wasn't right So soon he's bound to be home again He is a good man And he shall overcome Free the people! Let them have their say Free the people! Let them see the light of day What does it profit him The right to be born If he suffers the loss of liberty? Laws were made for people And the law can never scorn The right of a man to be free We are the people And we shall overcome We are the people And we shall overcome Free the people! Let them have their say Free the people! Let them see the light of day! Free the people! Let them have their say Free the people! Let them see the light of day

Come all you gallant poachers, That ramble void of care, That walk out on a moonlight night With your dog, your gun and snare. The harmless hare and pheasant You have at your command, Not thinkin' of your last career Upon Van Dieman's land. Poor Jackie Brown from Nenagh town, Jack Murphy and poor Joe Were three determined poachers as the country well does know By the keepers of the land, my boys, one night they were trepanned And for fourteen years transported unto Van Dieman’s Land. The first day that we landed upon that fatal shore The planters came around us, there might be twenty-score They ranked us off like horses, and they sold us out of hand And they yoked us to the plough, brave boys, to plough Van Diemen’s Land. Oh if I had a thousand pounds all laid out in my hand I’d give it all for liberty if that i could command Again to Ireland I’d return and be a happy man And bid adieu to poaching and to Van Diemen’s Land.

I met my love, By the gas works wall. Dreamed a dream, By the old canal. I kissed my girl, By the factory wall. Dirty old town, Dirty old town. Clouds are drifting, Across the moon. Cats are prowling, on their beat. Spring-s-a girl, From the streets at night. Dirty old town, Dirty old town. I heard a siren, From the docks. Saw a train, Set the night on fire. Smelled the spring, On the smoky wind. Dirty old town, Dirty old town. I'm going to make, Me a good sharp axe; Shining steel, Tempered in, the Fire. I'll chop you down, Like an old dead tree. Dirty old town, Dirty old town. I met my love, By the gas works wall. Dreamed a dream, By the old canal. I kissed my girl, by the factory wall. Dirty old town, Dirty old town.

I danced in the morning when the world was young I danced in the moon, and the stars, and the sun I came down from Heaven and I danced on the Earth At Bethlehem I had my birth Dance, then, wherever you may be I am the lord of the dance said he And I lead you all wherever you may be And I lead you all in the dance said he I danced for the scribes and the pharisees They wouldn't dance, they wouldn't follow me I danced for the fishermen James and John They came with me so the dance went on Dance, then, wherever you may be I am the lord of the dance said he And I lead you all wherever you may be And I lead you all in the dance said he I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame The holy people said it was a shame They ripped me and they stripped me and they hung me high Left me there on the cross to die Dance, then, wherever you may be I am the lord of the dance said he And I lead you all wherever you may be And I lead you all in the dance said he I danced on a Friday when the world turned black It's hard to dance with the devil on your back They buried my body; they thought I was gone But I am the dance, and the dance goes on Dance, then, wherever you may be I am the lord of the dance said he And I lead you all wherever you may be And I lead you all in the dance said he

Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog, It's all for me beer and tobacco. For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin, Far across the western ocean I must wander. Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots, They're all gone for beer and tobacco. For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about And the soles are looking out for better weather. Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog, It's all for me beer and tobacco. For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin, Far across the western ocean I must wander. Where is me shirt, me noggin', noggin' shirt, It's all gone for beer and tobacco, For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn, And the tail is looking out for better weather. Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog, It's all for me beer and tobacco. For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking 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 from me slumber, For I spent all me dough on the lassies don't you know, Far across the western ocean I must wander. Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog, It's all for me beer and tobacco. For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin, Far across the western ocean I must wander.

As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me But the devil take the women for they never can be easy Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar 'Twas was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar Now there's some take delight in the carriages a-rollin' and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling but I take delight in the juice of the barley and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar If anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenny And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar