Song Lyrics

DRINKINGS OER RISKY
(Alex Campbell)

Im the lad that likes the drink the truth Ill tell to you
But times are hard I canna work Im signin on the brew
Rikki too dum day too dum day rikki rikki too dum day

One night I went into tae a pub some whiskey for tae buy
There was a wee bird there sittin by the bar so I followed her by and by
Rikki too dum day too dum day rikki rikki too dum day

And as she came up tae her close she stopped to tie her shoe
In a real nice way I said to her, Hello, miss, how are you?
Rikki too dum day too dum day rikki rikki too dum day

She took one look at me and screamed, I nearly died wi fear
And the neighbors that came runnin doon, said ye canna do that near here
Rikki too dum day too dum day rikki rikki too dum day

And then her faither he came doon and he was twenty stane
He stood ma hied right aff the wall and the whiskey went doon the drain
Rikki too dum day too dum day rikki rikki too dum day

And then there cam a polisman, the lang arm o the law
He ga me another clout that nearly broke ma jaw
Rikki too dum day too dum day rikki rikki too dum day

Now all you lads thats here the night, shun the beer and whiskey
Or else youll get your hied bashed in, for drinkings oer risky
Rikki too dum day too dum day rikki rikki too dum day
Rikki too dum day too dum day rikki rikki too dum day

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THE DUBLIN FUSILIERS

Well, you've heard about the Indians with their tommy-hawks and spears
And of the U.N. warriors the heroes of recent years
Also I might mention the British Grenadiers
But, none of them were in it with the Dublin Fusiliers
You've heard about the Light Brigade and of the deeds they've done
And of the other regiments that many vic'tries won
But the pride of all the armies, Dragoons and Carabineers
Was the noble band of warriorsThe Dublin Fusiliers

Chorus:
With your left turn, right about face--this is the way we go
Chargin' with fixed bayonets, the terror of every foe
Glory to old Ireland's proudest buccaneers
And a terror to creation areThe Dublin Fusiliers

You've heard about the wars between the Russians and the Brits
The Czar one day was readin' an old copy of Tidbits
And when the General came to him and threw himself down in tears
"We'd better run back like blazes it'sThe Dublin Fusiliers
The Czar commenced to tremble and bit his upper lip
"Begorrah boys!" Sez he, "I think we'd better take a tip.
Them devils come to Dublin and to judge from what I hear,
They're demons of militia menThe Dublin Fusiliers

Chorus

Well the sergeant cried, "Get ready lads, lay down each sword and gun,
Take off your shoes and stockings boys, and when I tell yous, run."
They didn't stop but started and amidst three ringing cheers
Came a shower of bricks and bullets fromThe Dublin Fusiliers
The time that Julius Caesar tried to land down at Ringsend
The Coastguards couldn't stop 'em, so for the Dublins they did send
And just as they were landing, lads, we heard three ringin' cheers
"Get back to Rome like blazes it'sThe Dublin Fusiliers

Chorus

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DUBLIN IN MY TEARS
(Brendan Phelan)

I traveled many lands, and I still can't understand
How sad you have become on my return
Your poor heart is filled with care, sad and though they left you there
Your once bright eyes with sorrow softly burn
I can even sense the change in the sound of children's games
Childhood's dreams and youth's ambitions have all turned to doubts and fears
It's an age of wealth I'm told, but I never felt so old,
As recall old Dublin in my tears

All the faces that I meet as I rove each one way street
Reflect the empty statements of the times
And the old cathedral bell can't be heard above the swell
For the years erase the message in her chimes
All my childhood friends are gone like the streets where we were born
And the time that it has taken it doesn't seem so many years
They have faded in the gloom with sad Kelly of the Coome
Just a ghost of dear old Dublin in my tears

There were times when jobs were few, there were hungry days we knew
Some days so bad their memory I've cursed
And the prayer I said to God there on board the Prince's MOD
That our children would restore the pride we lost
But the past they all forsake and they're dancing at your wake
While the heart of Dublin's dying and nobody really cares
And the fools as they pass by, laugh to see an old man cry
But I can't forget old Dublin in my tears

Gather round brave men and true, though our numbers they be few
We'll drink one toast before I cross the foam
For soon in London's dark domain, I recall how I became
No more a stranger there than here at home
Now the Liffey flows along as I listen for her song
While the voice of young James Larkin seems to echo in my ear
But it's just the rafter ring, to their requiem I sing
Farewell to dear old Dublin in my tears
Farewell to dear old Dublin in my tears

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DUBLIN IN THE RARE OULD TIMES
(Pete St. John)

Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renowned
The passing tales and glories that once was Dublin Town
The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children's rhymes
That once was Dublin City, in the rare ould times

Chorus:
Ring-a-ring-a-rosie as the light declines
I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times

Oh, my name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be
Born hard and late in Pimlico in a house that ceased to be
By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy
Like me house that fell to progress, my trade to memory

I courted Peggy Diegnan, as pretty as you please
Oh, a rogue and a child of Mary from the rebel Liberties
I lost her to a student chap, with skin as black as coal
When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul

Chorus

The years have made me bitter, the gargle dims my brain
For Dublin keeps on changin' and nothing stays the same
The Pillar and the Met are gone, the Royal long since pulled
As this gray unyielding concrete makes a city of our town

Chorus

Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay
And watch the new glass cages that spring up along the Quay
My mind's too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes
I'm part of what was Dublin, in the rare ould times

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DUBLIN JACK OF ALL TRADES

Oh I am a roving sporting blade; they call me Jack of all Trades
I always place my chief delight in courting pretty fair maids.
So when in Dublin I arrived to try for a situation
I always heard them say it was the pride of all the Nations.

On George's Quay I first began and there became a porter
Me and my master soon fell out which cut my acquaintance shorter
In Sackville Street, a pastry cook; in James' Street, a baker
In Cook Street I did coffins make; In Eustace Street, a preacher.

Chorus:
I'm a roving jack of all trades of every trade of all trades
And if you wish to know my name they call me Jack of all trades.

In Baggot street I drove a cab and there was well requited
In Francis Street had lodging beds, to entertain all strangers
For Dublin is of high reknown, or I am much mistaken
In Kevin Street, I do declare, sold butter, eggs and bacon.

In Golden Lane I sold old shoes: In Meath Street was a grinder
In Barrack Street I lost my wife. I'm glad I ne'er could find her.
In Mary's Lane, I've dyed old clothes, of which I've often boasted
In that noted place Exchequer Street, sold mutton ready roasted.

In Temple Bar, I dressed old hats; in Thomas Street, a sawyer
In Pill Lane, I sold the plate, in Green Street, an honest lawyer
In Plunkett Street I sold cast clothes; in Bride's Alley, a broker
In Charles Street I had a shop, sold shovel, tongs and poker.

In College Green a banker was, and in Smithfield, a drover
In Britain Street, a waiter and in George's Street, a glover
On Ormond Quay I sold old books; in King Street, a nailer
In Townsend Street, a carpenter; and in Ringsend, a sailor.

In Cole's Lane, a jobbing butcher; in Dane Street, a tailor
In Moore Street a chandler and on the Coombe, a weaver.
In Church Street, I sold old ropes--on Redmond's Hill a draper
In Mary Street, sold 'bacco pipes- in Bishop street a quaker.

In Peter Street, I was a quack: In Greek street, a grainer
On the Harbour, I did carry sacks; in Werburgh Street, a glazier.
In Mud Island, was a dairy boy, where I became a scooper
In Capel Street, a barber's clerk; in Abbey Street, a cooper.

In Liffey street had furniture with fleas and bugs I sold it
And at the Bank a big placard I often stood to hold it
In New Street I sold hay and straw, and in Spitalfields made bacon
In Fishamble Street was at the grand old trade of basketmaking.

In Summerhill a coachmaker; in Denzille Street a gilder
In Cork Street was a tanner, in Brunswick Street, a builder,
In High Street, I sold hosiery; In Patrick Street sold all blades
So if you wish to know my name, they call me Jack of all Trades.

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THE DUBLIN MINSTREL

From Dublin streets and roads and down the years
Came great musicians and balladeers
There was a special one, a red haired minstrel boy
And when he passed away, a city mourned its favorite son

Chorus:
All round the markets and down the quays
The sad news it spread to the Liberties
The minstrel boy is gone, he'll sing no more
And Luke somehow we know, we'll never see your likes again

He liked to laugh and sing he loved a jar
And his songs rang out in many city bars
I walk by the old canal near which he used to live
Down Raglan Road I'm sad, as he'd so much left to give

Chorus

Now the show is over, the curtain's down
A flame no longer burns in Dublin Town
While the Liffey flows beneath the Ha'penny Bridge
You'll be remembered Luke for all your songs and all you did

Chorus

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THE DUBLIN RAMBLER

Chorus:
Oh, I come from around by Beggar's Bush and they call me the Dublin rambler
Cause I'm never round for very long, sure, I'm always on the go
But there's one thing that I love all right, is a pint with lads on a Sunday night
I once spent awhile in London, but soon came back to Dublin
Sang around the pubs in Liverpool, I wanted to come home

Did you ever stroll down Capel Street late on a summer's morning
Drop into Slatt's for a pint of stout, then on down to Quay
A carry-out to Kilmainham and back by the new Royal Hospital
While the T.D.'s in their new suits are often to be seen

Chorus

Have ever been to Dollymount and gazed out to the Ocean
Where the Bailey and the Hill of Hope are a wondrous sight to see
Take a ramble through St. Dan's Estate and by fair _______ Gate
Watch the young lads playing football and climbing in the tree

Chorus

Well I often go to Stephens Green for a walk among the gardens
Or to kill an hour or two I'll stop for a tune down Merrion Row
And the evening out on the town it's the chipper for the one on one
With the T.D.'s in their evening suits, it's not the place to go

Chorus

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DUBLIN - TAKE ME
(Rab Noakes)

If you're goin' back to Dublin, take me
On a night like this there's nowhere else I 'd rather be
Just pick me up and carry me, across the Irish Sea
If you're goin' back to Dublin, take me

If I can't make it, please take my regards
To Sweeny O'Donagh, my good friend down in Rathgar
Keep a clean nose for the customs man, and a big smile for the guards
If I can't make it, please take me regards

Chorus:
Sunny days in the Wicklow Mountains, and music on Merrion Row
Rainy nights in the Gresham Hotel, oh Lord, I gotta, I gotta go

I'll meet you under the arch in Trinity around about eight
And if it don't rain I'' be waiting outside of the gate
We can go to O'Neill's and talk all night and tomorrow when heaven can wait
I'll meet you under the arch in Trinity around about eight

Chorus

If you're goin' back to Dublin, take me
On a night like this there's nowhere else I 'd rather be
Just pick me up and carry me, across the Irish Sea
If you're goin' back to Dublin, take me

Chorus

If you're goin' back to Dublin, I said, if you're goin' back to Dublin
If you're goin' back to Dublin, take me, take me, take me

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DUBLIN TOWN

Memories coming back to me of Dublin boyhood dreams
The friendly names and faces that I know
Now I'm high above the ocean in an emerald colored dream
Reliving all the days of long ago

Chorus:
So fly me home sweet wings of morning
Fly me home where my soul will ever be
In my heart I hear you calling
In my mind it's my Dublin town I see

Me first communion money was a pocket full of dreams
In me brand new longers spent just like a man
Then my school boy days were over I was goin' on thirteen
When I turned to stealing kisses in the Green

And I fished for the silver perch by lochs at Sally's Bridge
Where the lazy dapple horses pulled the barge
Played relive-e-o and I boxed the fox and the darlin' kick the can
They made the boy that makes the dream a man

Chorus:
So fly me home sweet wings of morning
Fly me home where my soul will ever be
In my heart I hear you calling
In my mind it's my Dublin town I see

I'll take a walk down Merchant's Quay say a prayer for friends long gone
At the Brazen Head black porter prompts a song
Old melodies and ageless rhymes that echo o'er the swell
In harmony the lonely Angelus Bell

The happy sound of things I knew unchanging and unchanged
Dublin's past and present in my soul
Simple dreams and gentle times that loving memory span
They made the boy that makes the dream a man

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DUBLIN YOU LIVE IN MY HEART
(Ian Campbell & Aiden Forde)

I was havin' a jar in O'Donoghue's Bar
When it came to my mind I'd be better by far
If I'd something to do, so I signed on the brew
The roads o'er the water are waiting for tar

Chorus:
And it's Dublin you're breakin' my heart
It's the leavin' that tears me apart
It's good-bye to the Mot and the dear family too
To the lads that I ran with and fought as I grew
And the craic in the bars and the cronies I knew
Dublin you're breakin' my heart

I went down to the Quay and I boarded the boat
And I waved to the crowd with a lump in my throat
With no work in my trade, I'd to take up the spade
I've a living to make so I shouldered my coat

Chorus
I've toiled for the English and for Scots too
Took any old job that I though I could do
And each week from me pay, a few quid for the rain
And a few bob sent home just to help them get through

Chorus

Now the good days are over, the work is all done
There's a lady in charge with a heart like a stone
When I ask for a start they say, 'Can't, have a heart'
'There's no work for our own, you'd be better at home'

Chorus

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DUCKS OF MAGHERALIN

Oh it's just a year ago today I went to see the Queen
She dressed me up in satin and its colour it was green
She decked me out in medals and they were all made of tin
Ah go home sez she you crooker yer the mayor of Magheralin

Chorus:
Oh it is the finest city in the real old fashion style
A credit to the County Down the pride of the Emerald Isle
It has the finest harbour for the bread carts to sail in
And if ever to sail to Ireland you'll sail by Magheralin

Oh you've all heard of Napoleon, Napoleon Bonaparte
He conquered half of Europe but left the other part
He tired to conquer Ireland but they would not give in
And he died in St. Helena when he thought of Magheralin

Chorus

Oh you've heard of Cleopatra the treasure of the Nile
And how she conquered Tony with one alluring smile
She tired to conquer Ireland but they would not give in
And they beat her out with cabbage leaves in the town of Magheralin

Chorus

Oh you've heard of good King William, King William crossed the Boyne
With a hundred thousand balls of wax and a thousand balls of twine
And then he gave the orders for the cobblers to begin
For to make a hundred pairs of boots for the ducks of Magheralin

Chorus

Oh you've heard of Mussolini that great Italian bum
And how his troops in Africa were always on the run
You've heard of Winston Churchill he always wore a grin
For he knew the Ulster rifles were all born in Magheralin

Chorus

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DUMBARTONS DRUMS
(Traditional)

Chorus:
Dumbartons drums they sound sae bonnnie
When they remind me of my Jeannie
Such fond delight can steal upon me
When Jeannie kneels and sings tae me

Across the hills o burnin heather
Dumbarton tolls the hour o pleasure
A song of love that has no measure
When Jeanne kneels and sings tae me

Chorus:
Dumbartons drums they sound sae bonnnie
When they remind me of my Jeannie
Such fond delight can steal upon me
When Jeannie kneels and sings tae me

Its she alone who can delight me
As gracefully she doth invite me
And when her tender arms enfold me
The blackest night can turn and flee

Chorus:
Dumbartons drums they sound sae bonnnie
When they remind me of my Jeannie
Such fond delight can steal upon me
When Jeannie kneels and sings tae me
When Jeanne kneels and sings tae me
When Jeanne kneels and kisses me

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THE DUNDEE GHOST
(Matt McGinn)

Now a deid men seldom walks they very seldom talk
It's no very often you see them runnin aroon
But I am a refugee frae a graveyard in Dundee
And I've come tae haunt Some hooses in Glesca toon

Noo the reason I arose was tae get masel some clothes
Fur it really gets hell o' a cold below the grun (ground)

But then I whispered tae ma sel' I think I might as well
Hang aroon fur a while and have some fun

A man put out his light on a cold and wintery night
I showed him one o' ma ees (eyes) and a slapped his heid
He said Oh and I said Boo He said who the hell are you
A said don't be feared am only a man that's deid

Noo the fella knelt and prayed and this is what he said
Why in the name o' God have you picked on me
So I pulled away his rug and slapped him wan on the lug
The reason fur that I'll very soon let you see

When he brought the polis in I battered him wan on the chin
The polis turned aroon and he blamed ma fren (friend)

He marched him tae the jail, he'll be in there quite a while
But I'll see naboby steals his single end (a wee house)

The polis thought him daft and a lot o' people laughed
When the fella said a ghost wis in his hoose
But whit the fella said wis true and a might be visiting you
Fur don't forget that I'm still on the lose

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THE DURHAM LOCK-OUT

In our Durham County I am sorry for to say,
That hunger and starvation is increasing every day;
For the want of food and coals we know not what to do,
But with your kind assistance we will stand the struggle through.

I need not state the reason why we have been brought so low,
The masters have behaved unkind, as everyone will know;
Because we won't lie down and let them treat us as they like,
To punish us they've stopt their pits and caused the present strike.

The pully wheels have ceased to move, which went so swift around,
The horses and the ponies too are brought from underground;
Our work is taken from us now, they care not if we die,
For they can eat the best of food and drink the best when dry.

The miner and his marra too, each morning have to roam,
To seek for bread to feed the hungry little ones at home;
the flour barrel is empty now, their true and faithful friend,
Which makes the thousands whish today the strike was at an end.

We have done our very best as honest working men,
To let the pits commence again we've offered to them ten.
the offer they will not accept, they firmly do demand
Thirteen and a half per cent, or let the collieries stand.

Let them stand or let them lie, to do with them as they choose,
To give them thirteen and a half, we ever shall refuse,
They're always willing to receive, but never inclined to give.
Very soon they won't allow a working man to live.

(With tyranny and capital they never seem content,
Unless they are endeavoring to take from us per cent.
If it was due, what they request, we willingly would grant,
We know its not, therefore we cannot give them what they want)

The miners of Northumberland we shall for ever praise,
For being so kind in helping us those tyrannizing days;
We thank the other counties too, that have been doing the same,
For every man who hears this song will know we're not to blame
.
--Tommy Armstrong, Source: Tommy Armstrong of Tyneside.,

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DUSTIN'S HIACE VAN

Nineteen hundred and eighty nine was the year it all began
Dustin Hoffman, builder, bought a second-hand Hiace van
With the front seat as me saddle, and oil at my command
I set off like a cowboy in Dustin's Hiace van

It might need a new gear box, it got broke along the way
You know on that new road, the one that leads to Bray
I can't see out the winda, but I'm sure the view is very nice
Cause me vision is impaired by me big red furry dice

Chorus:
She's got tires like Kojack's head, me diesel's always red
The steering's gone, the brakes don't work at all
But north, south, east and west I know I drive the best
Get off the road it's Dustin's Hiace van
Get off the road it's Dustin's Hiace van

On my way up to Galway, I got lost along the way
I ended up in Letrim, in a B&B I had to stay
The payment was in barter, 'Can ye pay?', I sez', 'I can'
I gave her a bit of the carpet from the back of me Hiace van

Now the Lone Ranger had his Silver, Sean Kelly had his bike
Tisach had his chopper, they can all have what they like
From Terrmafeca to Maynooth, horse and jockey to Forban
You'll hear them shout, 'Get off the road, it's Dustin's Hiace Van'

Chorus:
She's got tires like Kojack's head, me diesel's always red
The steering's gone, the brakes don't work at all
But north, south, east and west I know I drive the best
Get off the road it's Dustin's Hiace van
Get off the road it's Dustin's Hiace van

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THE DUTCHMAN
(Michael Smith)

The Dutchman's not the kind of man, to keep his thumb jammed in the dam
That holds his dreams in, but that's the secret only Margaret knows
When Amsterdam is golden in the morning Margaret brings him breakfast
She believes him, he thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow
He's mad as he can be, but Margaret only sees that sometimes
Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes

Chorus:
Let us go to the banks of ocean,
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee
Long ago I used to be a young man,
And dear Margaret remembers that for me

The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes, his cap and coat are patched with love
That Margaret sowed in, sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam
He watches tugboats down canals and calls out to them,
When he thinks he knows the Captain
Till Margaret comes to take him home again, through unforgiving streets
That trip him though she holds his arm
Sometimes he thinks that he's alone and calls her name

Chorus

The windmills whirl the winter in, she winds his muffler tighter
They sit in the kitchen, some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew
He sees her for a moment, calls her name she makes his bed up
Humming some old love song, she learned when the tune was very new
He hums a line or two, they hum together in the night
The Dutchman falls asleep and Margaret blows the candle out

Chorus

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