Song Lyrics

DANNY BOY

Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes… the pipes are calling,
From glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone and all the leaves are falling,
Tis you, Tis you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back, when summer's in the meadow,
And all the valley's hushed and white with snow.
And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny Boy, Oh, Danny Boy, I love you so!

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying
If I be dead, as dead I well may be.
Then come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.

And I shall hear, though soft your tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be.
And you shall bend, and tell me that you love me,
And I shall rest in peace until you come to me.

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DANNY FARRELL
(Pete St. John)

I knew Danny Farrell when his football was a can
With his hand-me-downs and welliers and his sandwiches of bran
But now that pavement peasant is a full-grown bitter man
With all the trials and troubles of his traveling people's clan

Chorus:
He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people, police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man

I knew Danny Farrell when he joined the National School
He was lousy and a Gaelic, they'd call him amadán and fool
He was brilliant in the toss school by trading objects in the Pawn
By the time he was an adult all his charming ways had gone

Chorus

I knew Danny Farrell when we queued up for the dole
And he tried to hide the loss of pride that eats away the soul
But mending pots and kettles is a trade lost in the past
"There's no hand-out here for tinkers" was the answer when he asked

Chorus

Oh, I still know Danny Farrell, saw him just there yesterday
Taking mentholated spirits with some wino's on the Quay
Oh, he's forty going on eighty, with his eyes of hope bereft
And he told me this for certain, there's not many of us left

Chorus

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DARBY O'LEARY

One evening of late as I happened to stray
To the County Tipperary I straight took my way
To dig the potatoes and work by the day
For a farmer called Darby O'Leary.
I asked him how far we were bound for to go
The night being dark and the cold wind did blow
I was hungry and tired and my spirits were low for
I got neither whiskey nor water.

The dirty old miser he mounted his steed
To the Galbally mountains he rode in great speed
I followed behind 'til my poor feet did bleed when
We stopped when his old horse was weary.
When we came to his cottage I entered it first
It seemed like a kennel or a ruined old church
Says I to myself I am left in the lurch
In the house of old Darby O'Leary

I well recollect it was Michalmass night
To a hearty supper he did me invite
A cup of sour milk that was more green than white
And it gave me the trotting disorder
The wet old potatoes would poison the cats
And the barn where my bed was swarming with rats
The fleas would have frightened the fearless St. Pat
Who banished the snakes o'er the border.

He worked me by day and he worked me by night,
While he held an old candle to give me some light
I wished his potatoes would die of the blight
Or himself would go off with the fairies.
It was on this old miser I looked with a frown
When the straw was brought in for to make my shakedown
And I wished I had never seen him nor his town
Nor the sky above Darby O'Leary.

I've worked in Kilconnel, I've worked in Killmore
I worked in Knoockannie and Shamballamore
In Kalisanaker and Sollahed Moore
With farmers so decent and cheery.
I've worked in Tipperary, the Rag and Ross Green
At the mount of Killfegal, the Bridge of Orleans
But such woeful starvation I never yet seen
As I got from old Darby O'Leary

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DARK LOCHNAGAR

Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses,
In you let the minions of luxury rove,
Restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes,
Though still they are sacred to freedom and love.

Yet Caledonia, belov'd are thy mountains,
Round their white summits the elements war
Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
I sigh for the valley of dark Lochnagar.

Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wander'd,
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was my plaid.
On chieftains long perish'd my memory ponder'd
As daily I strode thro' the pine cover'd glade.

I sought not my home till the day's dying glory
Gave place to the rays of the bright Polar star.
For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story,
Disclos'd by the natives of dark Lochnagar!

Years have roll'd on, Lochnagar, since I left you!
Years must elapse ere I tread you again.
Though nature of verdure and flow'rs has bereft you,
Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain.

England, thy beauties are tame and domestic
To one who has roamed over mountains afar
Oh! for the crags that are wild and majestic,
The steep frowning glories of dark Lochnagar.

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THE D-DAY DODGERS
(Words: Anonymous; compiled and edited by Hamish Henderson)

We're the D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy
Always on the vino, always on the spree;
Eighth Army scroungers and their tanks,
We live in Rome, among the Yanks.
We are the D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy;
We are the D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy.

We landed in Salerno, a holiday with pay,
The Jerries brought the bands out to greet us on the way.
Showed us the sights and gave us tea,
We all sang songs, the beer was free
To welcome D-Day Dodgers to sunny Italy.
To welcome D-Day Dodgers to sunny Italy.

Naples and Casino were taken in our stride,
We didn't go to fight there, we went just for the ride.
Anzio and Sangro were just names,
We only went to look for dames
The artful D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy.
The artful D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy.

Dear Lady Astor, you think you're mighty hot,
Standing on the platform, talking tommyrot.
You're England's sweetheart and her pride
We think your mouth's too bleeding wide.
We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy.
We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy.

Look around the mountains, in the mud and rain,
You'll find the scattered crosses, some that have no name.
Heartbreak and toil and suffering gone,
The boys beneath them slumber on.
They are the D-Day Dodgers who stay in Italy.
They are the D-Day Dodgers who stay in Italy.

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THE DEATH OF THE BEAR

The balalaika rings silent from Minsk to Red Square the cortege assembles to bury the bear
Nadia Rostropovich looks on in despair with Irina, Katrina, and Olga
And quietly remembering her brother Ivan shot in the back in Afghanistan
The Stalinist purges, the snowy white grave that claimed Boris, Dimitri and Igor

She remembered how proud she cheered with the crowd when Juri Gagarin sailed over the clouds
Nadja and Ivan shouted aloud we've put the first man in space
But that was before the feared KGB put a question mark over her own loyalty
To keep an eye on her comrades, one, two and three, Irina, Katrina and Olga

And poor uncle Vlad whom the doc declared mad for refusing to leave his beloved Leningrad
She stood in the doorway tearful and sad when they frog marched him off to the gulag
He took a last look at his own native hills where grew the red dogwood and wild daffodils
The look on his face is haunting her still Comrade Nadia Rostropovich

Sometimes alone she'd think of the west the ladies with opals adorning their breast
Park Avenue posers who behave like the czar with silver coke spoons for their caviar
She'd reflect back to when she'd just turned ten and fatefully subscribed to fair play for all men
But seventy odd years of Bolshevik dreams had worn down her pride and left her no means
To cope with her own disillusions

If Trotsky and Engels saw the Dachau's and Zills the Politburo boys with their hands in the till
The bear was long dead before he got ill was it the cure or was it the fever?
No more Reds under beds to freak out the Feds a defunct superpower in tatters and shreds
The marks left by Karl leaves them queuing for bread in the Caucasus, Baltics and Urals

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DEATH COME EASY
(Harvey Andrews)

Death come easy if you come before your time
Death come easy to a young man in his prime
They put a gun in my hand
Said, Fight for the freedom of your land
Death come easy to a young man in his prime

Life was easy I could want for nothing more
Life was easy then there came the call for war
I left my family left my home
With the army I was forced to roam
Life was easy then there came the call for war

Love was easy with my lady I would stay
Love was easy then the war took me away
Forget your love war is right
So they taught me how to kill and fight
Love was easy then the war took me away

Killing's easy with a weapon in your hand
Killing's easy and they say that war is grand
With their music and their drums
They don't see the slaughter of the guns
Killing's easy and they say that war is grand

Death come easy if you come before your time
Death come easy to a young man in his prime
They put a gun in my hand
Said, Fight for the freedom of your land
Death come easy to a young man in his prime

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DEID FISH AND DIESEL
(Gordon Menzies)

For years upon the mainland I was working like a dog
Till I took a sudden notion for the peat reek and the bog
I put my finest trousers on, a brand new pair of shoes
And with my mate, Big Sandy Tait, we headed north for Lewis

Chorus:
Deid fish and diesel it'll take your breath away
You can tell yersel by the fine like smell you're back in Stornoway
The bus from Inversnecky was a wonderful affair
The driver wore dark glasses with a white stick by his chair
He had a little microphone to tell us where we'd been
And he took us by a shortcut through Kintail and Achnasheen

Chorus

We wander round the Highlands for seven days or more
Until by chance we came upon the junction at Braemore
Big Sandy grab the driver, he said, "Here's the golden rule,
Turn right tonight if you want a fight, but it's left for Ullapool."

Chorus

We safetly reached the ferry with little time to spare
You could sense that old familiar feeling hanging in the air
The purser checked the day release we got from Creag Dunain
And we headed off across the Minch as captives of of MacBrayne

Chorus

It wasn't long before we hit the pier at Stornoway
The same old seagull sitting there as when we went away
The grass upon the rooftops and a prayer to save your soul
And the BICC overdraft to keep you on the dole

Chorus

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DELIRIUM TREMENS (THE D.T.'S)
(Christy Moore)

Chorus:
Good-bye to the port and brandy, to Vodka and the Stag
The Smittick and the Harpick, the bottle draught and keg
As I sat looking up at the Guinness ad I could never figure out
How you man stayed up on the surfboard after fourteen pints of stout

I dreamt a dream the other night, I couldn't sleep a wink
The rats were trying to count sheep, I was trying to get off of the drink
There was footsteps in the parlor and voices on the stairs
I was moving round walls and climbing up the chairs
Suddenly it dawned on me I was getting the old D.T.'s
When the child of Prague began to dance around the mantel piece

Chorus

I swore upon the bible, I'd never touch a drop,
Me heart was palpitating, I was sure I was goin' to stop
I fell into an awful nightmare and I got a dreadful shock
When I dreamt there was no duty free at the airport down in Knock
Ian Paisley was sayin' the rosary, S.P.U.C. were on the pill
Frank Patterson was gargled and singin' Spancil Hill

Chorus

I dreamt of original sins and venial sins and mortal sins by score
Then I tied barbed wire to my underpants and flagellated myself on the floor
Then I dreamed I was in the confession and the oul' Bishop he says to me,
'Any impure thoughts my son,' The barbed wire was killin' me

Chorus

I dreamt of Nell McCafferty and Mary Kenny, too
The things that we got up to, but I'm not goin' to tell you
I dreamt I was in a Jacuzzi with that oul' whore from number ten
Then I knew I'd never, ever, ever drink again

Chorus

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THE DEPTH OF MY EGO
(Matt McGinn)

Chorus:
Deep in my heart and deep mind, deep in the depth of my ego
Deep in my breast, lies a treasure chest, a world that only I can know

You may criticize me, try to analyze me, put me in your little pigeon hole
I'll still hold the key to place where I am free a world that only I control

Chorus:
Deep in my heart and deep mind, deep in the depth of my ego
Deep in my breast, lies a treasure chest, a world that only I can know

I can love you dearly I can love you true
I can love you long and love you well
But I must have my own song only I can sing
My own tale that only I can tell

Chorus:
Deep in my heart and deep mind, deep in the depth of my ego
Deep in my breast, lies a treasure chest, a world that only I can know

Place me in your prison put me in your cell
Lock me up and throw away the key
I will only wander wander all around
This big world that's inside me

Chorus:
Deep in my heart and deep mind, deep in the depth of my ego
Deep in my breast, lies a treasure chest, a world that only I can know

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DESTINATION O'DONOGHUE'S
(Nick Guida)

I've a tener in my pocket, it's nearly half past five,
Down the Naven Road and hop upon the bus
Into City Centre and go from pub to pub.
It's Friday night in Dublin once again
We'll start off at Capel Street, some pints at Slattery's,
Then move down to the Cooper's for a jar
Cross the River Liffey and around by Trinity.
Are you certain that this next round is on me

Chorus:
Ring-a-ring-rosie and Too-ra-loo-ra loo Destination O'Donoghue's
Ring-a-ring-rosie and Too-ra-loo-ra loo will we ever reach O'Donoghue's

Now we've hit Grafton Street, we're headin' for Keogh's,
Renowned for the women and the crack
And if the saints are with us, courage compliments of Guinness
In the arms of some young one, or by barred
Well the crack it was mighty, but the barman threw us out
So it's just around the corner to McDaids
The favorite spot of Brendan Behan, so down the road a singin'
The Ould Triangle and Biddy Mulligan

Chorus

McDaids was quiet and the drink was very dear
So just one pint and then we're on our way
But Martin met these girls, these Tipperary girls
Now we're buying gin and tonics for the lot
We're on the scared mission get the holy water in 'em
Get them paralytic drunk till they can't stand
Hold the tonic, double gins, by the time the evening ends
We'll be indulging in the seven deadly sins

Chorus

They're lashin' back the liquor, our money's goin' quicker
Till every pound between us it is spent
Our last quid right out the door, Martin's past out on the floor
Now they're chattin' up some brothers from Mayo
No money in my pocket, it's nearly half past twelve
In the freezin' cold I've got a long, long walk
Back to the Naven Road, for a week I'll take it slow
Till it's Friday night in Dublin once again.

Final Chorus:
Ring-a-ring-rosie and Too-ra-loo-ra loo Destination O'Donoghue's
Ring-a-ring-rosie and Too-ra-loo-ra loo, we never reached O'Donoghue's
But next week we'll make O'Donoghue's

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DICEY REILLY

Chorus:
Poor old Dicey Reilly, she has taken to the sup
Poor old Dicey Reilly, she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pop, then she in for another little drop
And the heart of the roll was Dicey Reilly

She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air
Then it's down be Summer Hill and as the people stare
She says it's nearly half past one and it's time I had another little one
And the heart of the roll was Dicey Reilly

Two pubs closing out she goes as happy as a lark
She'll find a bench to sleep it off down in St. Partick's Park
She'll wake at five feeling in the pink, oh, it's time for another little drink
And the heart of the roll was Dicey Reilly
Chorus

She'll travel far to a dock side bar to have another round
After one or two or three she doesn't feel quite sound
After four she's a bit unstable, after five underneath the table
And the heart of the roll was Dicey Reilly

They carry her home at twelve o'clock as they do every night
Take her inside, put her on the bed, and then turn out the light
She'll wake at five feeling in the pink, oh, it's time for another little drink
And the heart of the roll was Dicey Reilly
Chorus

But time goes catching up to her like many pretty whores
It's after you, along the street, before you're out the door
The looks all change and the balance, but out of all the great brigade
Still the heart of the roll was Dicey Reilly

Long years ago when men were men and fancied May Oblong
Lovely Becky Cooper, or Maggie's Mary Wong
One woman put them all to shame, just one was worthy of the name
And the name of that dame was Dicey Reilly
Chorus
Chorus

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DING DONG DOLLAR
(Trad /Thurso Berwick/ J. Mac Smith/ Jim McLean)

Chorus:
Oh ye cannae spend a dollar when ye're deid
No ye cannae spend a dollar when ye're deid
Singing, Ding Dong Dollar, everybody holler
Ye cannae spend a dollar when ye're deid

O the Yanks have just drapped anchor aff Dunoon
And they've had a civic welcome frae the toon
As they came up the measured mile
Bonnie Mary o' Argyle
Was wearing spangled drawers ablow her goon

And the publicans will a' be daein' swell
For it's jist the thing that's sure tae ring the bell
Aye the dollars they will jingle
There'll be no a lassie single
Even though they'll maybe blow us a' tae hell

And the Clyde is sure tae prosper now they're here
Because they're chargin' one and tenpence for the beer
Ay, an' if you want a taxi
They stick it up your - jersey
An' they charge you thirty bob tae Sandbank Pier

But the Glesca Moderator disnae mind
In fact he thinks the Yanks are awfy kind
'Cause if it's Heaven that ye're goin'
It's a quicker way than rowin'
And there's sure tae be naebody left behind

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DIRTY OLD TOWN
(Ewan McColl)

I met my love by the gas works croft
I dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town

I heard a siren from the docks
I saw a train set the night on fire
I smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town, dirty old town

Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Springs a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town, dirty old town

I'm going to take me a good sharp ax
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 croft
I dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Dirty old town, dirty old town

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DO YOU REMEMBER, JEM?
(Heno McGee)

Do you remember Jem when we first stepped out,
You'd a pin striped suit and you wouldn't open your mouth.
But you really looked lovely, 'cept you shirt was sticking out.
Do you remember Jem? Do I remember, will I ever forget?

And the day picking winkles on Dollymount Strand.
The tide came in and nearly drowned our Gran.
And we had to push her home in a three wheel pram.
Do you remember Jem? Do I remember, will I ever forget?

And the day we went to the Phoenix Park
To look at the deer and sit in the grass. And you held my hand and asked for a kiss
But I wouldn't give in, cause I knew it was a mortal sin.
And then you said you loved me and promised a ring.
Do you remember Jem? Do I remember, will I ever forget?

And the hooley in house Stephen's night.
You met all the relations, and nothing went right.
And everybody thought you were mine little brother, cause you looked like Stan.
Cept he never ever got sick over Gran.
Do you remember Jem? Do I remember, will I ever forget?

And do you remember you changed my name?
You couldn't find the ring and Gran started praying.
And see looked in your waistcoat and poked you around.
And when she looked through your pockets your trousers fell down.
Do you remember Jem? Do I remember, will I ever forget?

And the singing and dancing back at the house.
Come to think of it now you were quite as a mouse.
But you shouldn't have poured the whiskey in Gran's bottle of stout.
I thought she was dead when we found her asleep in the wedding bed.
But it was gas, it was grand. And you had to sleep with me brother Stan.
Do you remember Jem? Do I remember, will I ever forget?

Well its forty years now we've been knocking about. Your much the same, and I haven't changed.
Cept me teeth aren't me own and you've got gout.
But you really look lovely, cept your shirt's sticking out.
Do you remember Jem? Do I remember, will I ever forget?

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DO YOU WANT YOUR OLD LOBBY WASHED DOWN

I've a nice little cot and a small bit of land in a place by the side of the sea
And I care about no one because I believe there's nobody cares about
My peace is destroyed and I'm fairly annoyed by lassie works in the town
She sighs everyday as she passes the way, "Do you want your old lobby washed down?"

Chorus:
Do you want your old lobby washed down, Con Shine
Do you want your old lobby washed down
She sighs everyday as she passes the way,
"Do you want your old lobby washed down?"

The other day the old landlord came by for his rent, I told no money I had
Besides wasn't fair for to ask me to pay, the times they were awfully bad
He felt discontent at not getting his rent and he shook his big head in a frown
Sez he, 'I'll take half,' and sez I with a laugh, "Do you want your old lobby washed down?"

Chorus

Some people ask me a about Brendan Shine and how he got hold of this song
Time it was told and the truth I'll unfold, believe me it won't take me long
'Twas over in England in some old hotel, to me boudoir, bold Brendan came down
I like when you sing, Jim,' sez he with a grin, "Do you want your old lobby washed down?"

Chorus

And the boys who look bashful when they go out courtin', can do some real bashin' for me
And we'll ambush your man, I mean Brendan not Con, by the shade of an old apple tree
But he's not the worst and I'd be the first not to give him the tip of the crown
Once he sticks to his pitch and his fingers won't twitch to the music of my side of town

Final Chorus:
Do you want your old lobby washed down, Con Shine,
Do you want your old lobby washed down
Once he sticks to his pitch and his fingers won't twitch
"Do you want your old lobby washed down, Con Shine!"

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DOLLYMOUNT STRAND

On Dollymount Strand on a cold winter's night
I put on the hand brake and switched out the light
I looked at me Mot and said, "Aye, are you right?"
Meself and the architect's daughter

Chorus:
But the sea, oh the sea, it crept up on me
And the water was risin' up quite rapidly
I sez to the Mot, "Get your hand off me knee."
"Can't you see we're surrounded by water."

I switched on the ignition and put in gear
Could I get it movin', lads hold not a fear
Not if I was there for the next bloody year
There was sand in the old carburetor

Chorus

With water the car soon filled to the brim
I sez to the Mot, "Dear, the chances are slim."
"So love get them off here, we'll both have to swin."
So I let down the window and scampered

Chorus

So if ever you down to Dollymount Strand
Be sure that the tide's out and everything's grand
For a bird in the bush is worth two in the hand
Regardless to what you are after

Chorus

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