Song Lyrics
THEY SENT A WUMMAN
Ah sent for the doctor, ah telephoned today
The doctor was an awfa time a comin'
Ah sent for the doctor, but sorry for to say
They doctor never came they sent a woman
But ah let her make me better
Then ah asked could she no get intae nursin
Ah sent for the doctor but when she went away
Ah couldnae understand why she was cursin
Ah sent for the pilot, ah telephoned today
The pilot was an awfa time a comin'
Ah sent for the pilot, but sorry for to say
They pilot never came they sent a woman
But she roared off and she soared off
Then in she came and made a perfect landing
But why she didn't want to be an air hostess
Ah've got to say is past my understanding
Ah sent for the polis, ah telephoned today
The polis was an awfa time a comin'
Ah sent for the polis, but sorry for to say
They polis never came they sent a woman
But she nabbed the . . . boy who grabbed the . . .
Payroll frae the office in the High Street
But still ah felt she should be telt it's no a lassie's job
Ah wouldnae want her on the beat in my street
So ah prayed to God Almichty, ah prayed to him today
The Guid Lord was awfa time a in comin'
Ah prayed to God Almichty, and glory, glory ay
The Great Almichty came . . . she was a woman!
Well, she viewed me, She how'd ye-do-ed-me
Said, ’Ma lad ye willna' listen ye're no learn'
So here's a little lesson boy ye're comin' back again
And this time as a woman ye're returnin'
Ah sent for the doctor, ah telephoned today
The doctor was an awfa time a comin'
Ah sent for the doctor, and glory, glory ay
When the doctor came she was a woman
THE 37 BUS
(written by Michael Toner)
Ah wiz sittin on the upper deck o' a 37 bus
Ah seen big Jimmie swillin wine An' stirrin up a fuss
The driver stopped the the bus right sharp an' belted up the stair
"Yie can get the Hell right aff this bus if ye gie us any mair"
:Pal,no offense "big Jimmie said : "if ye knew what I 've been through
Ye widnae say such things tae me or blame a man that's fu'
fur Ah lost ma pile on the dugs taenight , Ah'll huv yes fur tae know
Fur Ah put down all ma overtime pay on a dug that widnae go"
The driver said " Ah dinnae care nor gie a Tinker's curse
Yer swearin an yer bawlin is disturbin a' the bus
Ah've hud aboot enough of you,a lot more than Ah need
If ye dont haud that big tongue o' yours , Ah'll stuff it doon yer heid."
Big Jimmie looked up and picked his nose and he finished aff his wine
He says " The way ye've spoke tae me has went right oot o' line
Ah've sorted out 15 like you tae get intae a fight
Get doon on yer knees and beg fur help ,yah dirty little shite."
At this the bus began tae clear as people got off fast
Wi' good auld Glasgow chivalry the wimmen an children last
They gathered round and they shouted out fur they didnae like big Jim
:Come now driver sink the boot ,get stuck right intae him."
The driver smiled and waded in kicking and swinging blows
Until he got Jim's big square heid a planted on his nose
His knee came up, his fist went doon that wiz the battle o'er
So he jumped a couple o' times on his heid as he lay upon the floor
An' staightaway the polis came up tae capture Jim
In threes an' fours an' dozens , well he laid them oot round him
An' when wi' forty stoatin him he finally sensless sank
Ah counted fourteen polis hats washed away doon a stank
So if ye'er ever sittin on a 37 bus
An see big Willie swillin wine and kickin up a fuss
Don't try tae act the hero an throw big Jimmie aff
Cos the poor old Glasgow polis , They huvnae got the staff.
THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
(Guthrie/Menzies)
Chorus:
This land is your land, this land my land
From the English border, to the North Sea water
From the Western Islands, to the Northern Highlands
This land was made for you and me
One summer's morning as the day was dawning
I viewed the Islands on the misty skyline
The rainbow fountain of the Coolin Mountains
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
Old winter crept on as Scotland slept on
No factory roaring, no oil rig oaring
Just weeded byways and deserted highways
Relics of the life it used to be
Chorus
Then I awakened to a spring day breakin'
On the sons and daughters of Alba's waters
And the flag they're flyin' is the rampant lion
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
THOMAS MUIR OF HUNTERSHILL
(Adam McNaughtan)
My name is Thomas Muir as a lawyer I was trained—Remember Thomas Muir of Huntershill
Now you branded me an outlaw for sedition I'm arraigned—Remember Thomas Muir of Huntershill
But I never preached sedition in any shape or form
And against the constitution I have never raised a storm
It's the scoundrels that corrupted it that I what to reform—Remember Thomas Muir of Huntershill
My lord you judged me guilty before this trial began—Remember Thomas Muir of Huntershill
And the jury that you picked are Tory placemen to a man—Remember Thomas Muir…
Where I stand here for justice unafraid what may befall
Though your spies were in my Parrish Kirk and in my father's Haughs
There's not one of them can testify I ever brought the law— Remember Thomas Muir…
Yes I spoke to Paisley weavers and addressed the city's youth— Remember Thomas Muir…
For neither age nor class should be a barrier to the truth— Remember Thomas Muir…
My lord you may abuse them with your vitriolic tongue
And say that books are dangerous to those I moved among
But the future of our land is with the workers and the young— Remember Thomas Muir…
Members of the jury it's not me that's being tried— Remember Thomas Muir…
200 years and future men will mind what you decide— Remember Thomas Muir…
You may send me to Van Diemen's Land or clap me in your gaol,
Grant me death or grant me liberty my spirit will not fail
For my cause it is a just one and my cause it will prevail— Remember Thomas Muir…
With quiet power and dignity Muir led his own defense— Remember Thomas Muir… He appeared completely blameless to all men of common sense— Remember Thomas Muir… When he had finished speaking the courtroom rang with cheers, But Braxfield said, "This outburst just confirms our deepest fears."
And he sentenced Thomas Muir to be transported fourteen years— Remember Thomas Muir…
Skirving, Palmer Gerrald, Thomas Muir and Margarot— Remember Thomas Muir…
These are names that every Scottish man and woman ought to know— Remember Thomas Muir… When you're called for jury and your name is drawn by lot;
When you vote an election; when you freely speak your thought
Don't take those rights for granted for dearly they were bought— Remember Thomas Muir…l
Aye! Remember Thomas Muir of Huntershill
©Adam McNaughtan
THOUSANDS ARE SAILING
(Phil Chevron)
The Island it is silent now, but the ghosts still haunt the waves
And a torch lights up a famished man, who fortune could not save
Did you work upon the railroad, did you rid the streets of crime
Were your dollars from the White House, were they from the five and dime
Did the old songs taunt and cheer you, or did they stay make you cry
Did you count the months and years, or did the teardrops quickly dry
"Ah, no," sez he, "Twas not to be. On a coffin ship I came here."
"And I never even got so far that they could change my name."
Chorus:
Thousands are sailing, across the Western Ocean
To the land of opportunity, that some of them will never see
Thousands are sailing, across the Western Ocean
Their bellies full, their spirits free, they'll the chains of poverty
And they'll dance
In Manhattan's desert twilight, in the dead of afternoon
We stepped hand in hand down Broadway with the first men on the moon
And the blackbird broke the silence, as he whistled it's so sweet
And in Brendan Behan's footsteps I danced up and down the street
Then we said goodnight to Broadway, giving it our best regards
Tipped our hearts to Mr. Cohan, dear old Times Square's favorite bard
Then we raised a glass to JFK and a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room I suppose I must have cried
Chorus:
Thousands are sailing, again across the Ocean
Where the hand of opportunity draws tickets in a lottery
Postcards we're mailing of sky blue skies and oceans
From rooms that daylight never sees and lights don't grow on Christmas trees
And they'll dance to the music and they'll dance
Thousands are sailing, across the Western Ocean
Where the hand of opportunity draws tickets in a lottery
Where ere we go we celebrate the land that made us refugees
From fear of priests with empty plate and guilt and weeping effigies
And they'll dance to the music and they'll dance
THREE DRUNKEN MAIDENS
There were three drunken maidens came from the Isle of Wight
They started to drink on a Monday never stopped till a Saturday night
But when Saturday night it came, me lads, still they wouldn't get out
These three drunken maidens they pushed the jug about
Then in came dancing Sally with cheeks as red as the bloom
Saying, "We want me jolly sister and give young Sally some room
And I will be your equal before the evening's out."
And these three drunken maidens they pushed the jug about
They had woodcock and pheasant they had partridge and pear
And every kind of dainty no shortage there was there
They had forty casks of beer, me lads, still they wouldn't get out
These three drunken maidens they pushed the jug about
Then in came the landlord he was looking for his pay
And the forty pound bill, my lads, these girls were forced to pay
They had ten pounds a piece, my lads, still they wouldn't get out
These three drunken maidens they pushed the jug about
Where are your feathered caps your mantels rich and fine
They've all been swallowed up, my lads, in tankards of fine wine
And where are your fancy men young maidens brisk and gay
We left them in the ale-house and its there they'll have to pay
THREE MEN FROM CARNTYNE
(Trad / Iain C. MacKintosh / Tony Harris)
Three men frae Carntyne went to join the parish
Three men frae Carntyne went to join the parish
Three men frae Carntyne and a bottle of wine
Went to join the parish
Three men frae Carntyne and a bottle of wine and five Woodbine
Went to join the parish
Three men frae Carntyne and a bottle of wine and five Woodbine
And a big black Greyhound dog named Bob
Went to join the parish
Three men frae Carntyne and a bottle of wine and five Woodbine
And a big black Greyhound dog named Bob frae up oor close
Went to join the parish
Three men frae Carntyne and a bottle of wine and five Woodbine
And a big black Greyhound dog named Bob frae up oor close
And wee Agnes oot the dairy who's been skelly since the Milanda boy
Hit her on the heid wi' a breidboard
Went to join the parish
Three men frae Carntyne and a bottle of wine and five Woodbine
And a big black Greyhound dog named Bob frae up oor close
And wee Agnes oot the dairy who's been skelly since the Milanda boy
Hit her on the heid wi' a breidboard and went oot an' didnae shut the door
And forgot to apologize
Went to join the parish
And it was shut!
(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)
Tune: One Man Went To Mow
THREE QUARTER TIME
(Pete St. John)
Chorus:
In the three quarter time I'll sing you a line
About my condition this morning
You call me your town but they're tearin' me down
And the lord only knows I'm in mourning
That great bloody crane with its big ball and chain
Has little regard for my sorrow
And it's easy to hide where another house died
When the hoardings are high and you turn a blind eye
To the sights that might greet you tomorrow
Chorus
My streets are to narrow old bones with no morrow
My builds condemned no one told me
Now it's big office blocks with steel shutters and locks
Not a child or a song sure it has to be wrong
Sure a town dies at night when it's lonely
You make me more drab with each big concrete slab
And time I can't beg steal or borrow
I'm abandoned and rape and resold and re shaped
And the big JCB's have me down on me knees
They're tearin' me heart out tomorrow
Chorus
Repeat Chorus
Repeat Chorus
THREE SCORE AND TEN
Methinks I see a host of craft, spreading their sails alee
Down the Humber they do glide all bound for the Northern Sea
Me thinks I see on each small craft, a crew with hearts so brave
Going out to earn their daily bread upon the restless wave
And its three score and ten, boys and men were lost from Grimsby town
From Yarmouth down to Scarboro, many hundreds more were drowned
Our herring craft, our trawlers, our fishing smacks, as well
They long did fight that bitter night and the battle with the swell
Methinks I see them yet again as they leave this land behind
Casting their nets into the sea, the herring shoals to find
Me thinks I see them yet again; they're all on board all right
With their nets rolled up and their decks cleaned off
And the side lights burning bright
Me thinks I've heard the captain say, "Me lads we'll shorten sail"
With the sky to all appearances, looks like an approaching gale
Me thinks I see them yet again, the midnight hour is past
The little craft a battling there against the icy blast
October's night brought such a sight, 'twas never seen before
There were mast and yards and broken spars, a washing on the shore
There were many a heart in sorrow and many a heart so brave
There were many a fine and hearty lad that met a watery grave
TIOCFAIDH AR LA
Chorus
Tiocfaidh ar la, our day will come
Our glorious day, for Erin`s fighting sons
The day will come, we will be free
Tiocfaidh ar la, the dawn of liberty
It's been a long 800 years
Of British scorn and Irish tears
And only freedom will suffice
We've made too long a sacrifice
And those who hold the power today
A full account you'll have to pay
To those held down by unjust laws
Because they love our freedom's cause
And those who make the prisons hell
Who hold the keys and lock the cells
Your time will come, it's long due
We'll have our chance to turn the screw
TOMMY K
(D. Carton/L. Moran/ P. Stevens)
Let's call out his name, Tommy K--Tommy K
Tommy K--the DJ, Tommy K--Tommy K
It's not today, nor yesterday, the times were different then
The dancing was in Dance Halls and it had to stop for Lent
But one man kept it going with his home-made twin-deck sound
The Bishop didn't like the crack so the DJ left the town
Let's call out his name, Tommy K--Tommy K
Tommy K--the DJ, Tommy K--Tommy K
Give us the locomotion, gimme the dancing shoes
Give us the mashed potato, give us the boo-ga-loo
And give us the words between the songs to keep us on the floor
When's Tommy's playing records, we'll be all night wanting more
Let's call out his name, Tommy K--Tommy K
Tommy K--the DJ, Tommy K--Tommy K
He's brave and courageous, upright and strong
He gives us inspiration, helps us all to get along
He'll be climbing up the Hit Parade, forever and a day
This song's in his memory . . . immortal Tommy K
Let's call out his name, Tommy K--Tommy K
Tommy K--the DJ, Tommy K--Tommy K