1. |
Sail Away
04:06
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Sail away to the shores of Amerikay
Tacking freedom bound from the bailiff and a crown
But we'll come around...
To our Donegal town!
When the whiskey is all water, and the beer doesn't flow,
I'll return to my country to the home that i know
Far across the oceans and beyond the mountains high
There's the land of my fathers, there's the Emerald Isle
Shore to shore 'till I can't sail no more
Sail away to the shores of Amerikay,
Lost and astray 'till we find a friendly quay
On our way
To the Donegal Bay
From the docks of New York city to the hot Jamaican sun
What my destiny denied me I have taken by the gun
Under Eagle and the Snake i have tried to hold the line
And so became a traitor to the country that's not mine
Blood and sand all across the Rio Grande
Sailed away from the shores of Amerikay
To a place where wind blows chill,
And the grindstone's never still
On that hill
In my Donegal mill
Day by day and sack by sack i mill my life away
Years slip away, all my kids are grown, my hair is turning gray
Sometimes late at night I leave the pub and go to the docks
And listen to the sound of the roaring waves smashing on the rocks
Wind and sea I will always be free!!!
Sailed away, away from this old bay
Lost and astray 'till we find a friendly quay
And stay away
From the Donegal bay
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2. |
Old Man's Bones
03:16
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These four things I own
Are all I’ve ever known
my brothers in arms are the first
My princess of night
She's my earthly delight
She stood by me when the worse came to worst
These four strings I play
never lead me astray
without them I’m a man on the run
This pint in my hand
here in Van Dieman’s Land
gives me more power than any man a gun
From the days of my youth
and to tell you the truth
I’ve walked many alleys and lanes
No shackles or chains
no bad blood in my veins
no color or flag were ever my restraints
(Chorus)
So I will keep on walking
while everyone stands still
(Still) believing
no matter what they say I’ll
fight the battles I’ve already lost
No matter what the cost
Walked the desert in the sun
with no place to run
I’ve always been backed up by you
Now I’m drifting away
though I wanted to stay
but I know your friendship is steady and true
I will keep on walking
while everyone stands still
(Still) believing
no matter what they say
I’ll fight the battles I’ve already lost
No matter what the cost
Now many miles away
and whichever way I sway
to my friends and my home I am bound
The road nears the end
and the death is at hand
with my middle finger up, I’m proudly standing ground
I will keep on walking
while everyone stands still
(Still) believing
no matter what they say
I’ll fight the battles I've already lost
...no matter what the cost (x2)
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3. |
Raggle Taggle Gypsy
02:56
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There were three old gypsies came to our hall door.
They came brave and boldly-o.
One sang-a high and the other sang-a low
And the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o.
It was upstairs an' downstairs the lady went,
To put on her suit of leather-o,
There was a cry from around her door;
“She’s away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o”
It was late at night when the lord came in,
Enquiring for his lady-o,
servant girl she ratted to the lord;
“She’s away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o”
“Then saddle for me my milk-white steed
My big horse is not speedy-o
And I will ride to seek my bride,
She’s away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o”
He rode east and he rode west
He rode north and south also,
There he found the wide open field
That's where he found his lady-o.
How could you leave your goose feathered bed,
With blankets strewn so comely-o.
How could you lie in a wide open field
In the arms of the raggle taggle gypsy-o
What care I for a goose feather bed?
With blankets strewn so comely-o.
Tonight i lie in a wide open field
In the arms of a raggle-taggle gypsy-o
How could you leave your house and your land,
How could you leave your money-o?
How could you leave your only wedded lord
All for the raggle taggle gypsy-o?”
What care I for me house and me land?
What care I for me money-o?
I'd rather have a kiss from a yellow gypsy's lips
I’m away with the raggle taggle gypsy-oooooo
She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
I'm away with the raggle taggle gypsy-oooooooooo
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4. |
Drunken Sailor
02:16
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What do you do with a drunken sailor
What do you do with a drunken sailor
What do you do with a drunken sailor
Early in the morning?
Put 'im in a longboat til he's sober
Put 'im in a longboat til he's sober
Put 'im in a longboat til he's sober
Early in the mornin'!
Hey! Ho! And up she rises!
Hey! Ho! And up she rises!
Hey! Ho! And up she rises!
Early in the morning!
What do you do with a drunken sailor
What do you do with a drunken sailor
What do you do with a drunken sailor
Early in the morning?
Shave his balls with a rusty razor!
Shave his balls with a rusty razor!
Shave his balls with a rusty razor!
Early in the mornin'!
Hey! Ho! And up she rises!
Hey! Ho! And up she rises!
Hey! Ho! And up she rises!
Early in the morning!
What do you do with a drunken sailor
What do you do with a drunken sailor
What do you do with a drunken sailor
Early in the morning?
Throw 'im in the hold with the Captain's daughter
Throw 'im in the hold with the Captain's daughter
Throw 'im in the hold with the Captain's daughter
Early in the mornin'!
Hey! Ho! And up she rises!
Hey! Ho! And up she rises!
Hey! Ho! And up she rises!
Early in the morning!
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5. |
Lobscouse
02:38
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6. |
Rolling Down To Old Maui
03:28
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It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife we whalermen undergo
And we won't give a damn when the gales are done
How hard the winds did blow
For we're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
With a good ship taut and free
And we don't give a damn when we drink our rum
With the girls of Old Maui
Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui
Once more we sail with a Northerly gales
Through the ice, and wind, and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands
We soon shall see again
Six hellish months we passed away
On the cold Kamchatka sea
But now we're bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui
Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui
How soft the breeze through the island trees
Now the ice is far astern
Them native maids, them tropical glades
Are awaiting our return
Even now their big, brown eyes look out
Hoping some fine day to see
Our baggy sails running 'fore the gales
Rolling down to Old Maui
Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground
Rolling down to Old Maui
Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground
Rolling down to Old Maui
Rolling down to Old Maui
Rolling down to Old Maui
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7. |
Ye Jacobites By Name
03:12
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Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear, lend an ear
Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear
Ye Jacobites by name your faults I will proclaim:
Your doctrines I must blame, you shall hear, you shall hear!
Your doctrines I must blame, you shall hear.
What is right and what is wrong by the law, by the law?
What is right and what is wrong by the law?
What is right and what is wrong, a short sword and a long
A weak arm or a strong for to draw, for to draw!
A weak arm or a strong for to draw.
What makes heroic strife famed afar, famed afar?
What makes heroic strife famed afar?
What makes heroic strife, to wet the assassin's knife?
Or haunt the parent's life with bloody war, bloody war?
Or haunt the parent's life with bloody war.
Then leave your schemes alone in the state, in the state
Then leave your schemes alone in the state
Then leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun
And leave a man undone to his fate, to his fate.
And leave a man undone to his fate.
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8. |
Heroes
03:12
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One fine day
When William Wallace woke up
He saw Finn MacCool justa taking a walk
Through Scotland's highlands around
And then!
Both heroes stopped in their tracks,
and William said: "Finn I'll buy you a beer, It's only a barrel a pound!"
When heroes arrived to the tavern nearby, innkeeper with face like a mouse
He said: "Maggie old hag, bring the drink for the lads, the best booze in the house!"
"LASS!" - they yelled:
"Pour I've got coins to spend!"
And they sang, and they drank, and they pinched the barmaids
'Till they no longer could stand
In the morn'
When Wallace and MacCool stood up
From under the table, just as soon as they were able,
bought coffee a penny a cup.
And then!
Mighty a hangover hit!
A good gaelic beer makes you sing in full cheer,
This was some Englishman's shit!
They woke the innkeeper, they roughed him a bit
"Mate, you call this crap stout???"
"It's the bestest king's beer from o'er the frontier, I've got it from guy in the south!"
"MATE!" - they yelled:
"Give us the fastest mares on the moor!"
And they rode, and they drank, and they shagged local maids
On the way to the King Edward's door.
Upon arriving to town, they knocked on the old castle gates
King Edward came down in his flowery nightgown
He said: "Hey, whats this ruckus, mates?"
"Don't you know that it's late, why'd you knock on my gate? Tell me or I'll call a guards!"
"PAL!!!" - they yelled:
"We'll slap you silly, so please come out!"
"This one's for Culloden, and this one's for Boyne, and this one's for the pissy-ass stout!"
Deciding they're the best, heroes went to the West,
To drink Guinness and pound on their chests...
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9. |
Punkchevo
02:44
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Finally got there, without a bruise
Found us a bench on the main city street
Took out our music, took out our booze,
And we played Murphy's on repeat!
Yeah we played Murphy's on repeat
Hand-squashed lemons from a plastic bottle,
Shitty tequila and salt mixed with rain.
Who gives a damn if it's fucking December,
Outdoor drinking is still our favorite game.
(Chorus)
Here's to those who sing with us
With their final breath.
It keeps us on true path
Even after death
To those who hate to punk
A lifetime of regret
No joy, no flair, no life
Deserve just what you get
The gig then started amazingly fast
While the whole gang sang in health and good cheer
Only the pussies are whining for rest,
While the best are still dancing with smokes and cold beer
Few ribs got broken, some of them mine
But the bottom line is we had a good time
And now we're roaming and looking for the man
To take us home in his van (x2)
(Chorus)
Here's to those who sing with us
With their final breath.
It keeps us on true path
Even after death
To those who hate to punk
A lifetime of regret
No joy, no flair, no life
Deserve just what you get
Death!
To those who hate to punk
A lifetime of regret
No joy, no flair, no life
Deserve just what you get!
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10. |
Mariner
04:11
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North seas are softly sighin'
Fair winds will bring us home
Our souls to save from dyin'
No more will we roam
Our hunt is finally over
Whale oil is safe and sound
Left us in depths of nowhere
Full sails we're homeward bound
Three months in north Atlantic
Four hundred miles from shore
Each heart aboard was yearning
Our homes to see once more
Final strip stood before us
Grand banks where the currents meet
O'er us clouds were hangin'
'nother tempest to defeat
Chorus:
Raging storm and water,
water everywhere
Not a single drop that's left for me to drink
Waves will toss us on and on
Roll and roll us to the shore
But while our kegs are filled with rum
Our hopes will never sink
Lightnin' bolts ripped the skyline
Skies burnt in the night
Wailing crew left to witness
Oceans' rage in all its might
Giant waves decks were sweeping
Raging gales our sails were torn
Nearing death we were screaming
Voices lost in thunder's roar
Mainsail mast went to splinters
Shallow rocks our keel had shot
Hell broke loose she went under
Wretched souls were left afloat
Craggy reefs in foggy dawning
Rang out with distant sound
Of the sailors' desperate prayer for
Avalon and holy ground
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