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Whiskey in the Jar
04:00
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As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel,
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army,
If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
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2. |
Bedlam Boys
03:35
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For to see my Tom of Bedlam, 10,000 miles I'd travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, to save her shoes from gravel.
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.
I went down to Satin's kitchen, for to beg food one morning
There I got souls piping hot, all on the spit a turning.
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.
There I picked up a cauldron, Where boiled 10,000 harlots
Though full of flame I drank the same, to the health of all such varlets.
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.
My staff has murdered giants, my bag a long knife carries
For to cut mince pies from children's thighs, with which to feed the fairies.
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.
Spirits white as lightning, shall on my travels guide me
The moon would quake and the stars would shake, when' ere they espied me.
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.
No gypsy slut nor doxy, shall win my Mad Tom from me
I'll weep all night, the stars I'll fight, the fray will well become me.
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.
It's when next I have murdered, the Man-In-The-Moon to powder
His staff I'll break, his dog I'll bake, they'll howl no demon louder.
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.
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3. |
Shady Grove
02:15
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Shady grove, my little love
Shady grove I know
Shady grove, my little love
I'm bound for the shady grove
Wish I had a piece of thread
As fine as I could sew
I'd sew my true love to my side
And down the road I'd go
Shady grove, my little love
Shady grove I know
Shady grove, my little love
I'm bound for the shady grove
Cheeks as red as a blooming rose
And eyes are the deepest brown
You are the true love of my life
I'll stay til the sun goes down
Shady grove, my little love
Shady grove I say
Shady grove, my little love
Don't wait for the judgement day
I wish I had a banjo string
Made of golden twine
Every tune I would play
I'd wish that girl were mine
Shady grove, my little love
Shady grove I know
Shady grove, my little love
I'm bound for the shady grove
If I had a watch of gold
On a silver chain
I'd count the hours til the day
I'd see my love again
Shady grove, my little love
Shady grove I know
Shady grove, my little love
I'm bound for the shady grove
Shady grove, my little love
Shady grove I say
Shady grove, my little love
Don't wait for the judgement day
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4. |
Palastinalied
02:28
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My life now has a deeper meaning
These sinful eyes now have gazed
Upon his holy ground
The land so praised and deeply cherished
I now experience what I prayed for
I have arrived where God, as man
He, Has walked among us
countries, mighty, rich and splendid
All which Have I seen
You shine above them all
So many wondrous things happened here!
That a maiden has born a child
Lord of all the hosts of angels
Is that not a miracle?
Here he was baptized,
So Man could be purified.
He let himself be sold,
So we all could be free—
Differently, we’d be lost.
Woe! Spear! Cross and Thorn:
Thine rage is like thee!
We need not despair
For this mighty miracle
Is grander still than before
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When Johnny comes marching home again
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer and the boys will shout
The ladies they will all turn out
And we'll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.
The old church bell will peal with joy
Hurrah! Hurrah!
To welcome home our darling boy,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The village lads and lassies say
With roses they will strew the way,
And we'll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.
Get ready for the Jubilee,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give the hero three times three,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now
To place upon his loyal brow
And we'll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.
Let love and friendship on that day,
Hurrah, hurrah!
Their choicest pleasures then display,
Hurrah, hurrah!
And let each one perform some part,
To fill with joy the warrior's heart,
And we'll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.
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6. |
The Wild Rover
06:10
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I've been a wild rover for many's a year,
And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer
And now I'm returning with gold in great store,
And I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's no, nay, never!
No nay never no more
And I'll play the wild rover,
No never no more
I went to an alehouse I used to frequent,
And I told the landlady my money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me, "Nay",
Saying, "Custom like yours I can have any day"
And it's no, nay, never!
No nay never no more
And I'll play the wild rover,
No never no more
I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright,
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She said, "I have whiskeys and wines of the best,
And the words that I told you were only in jest"
And it's no, nay, never!
No nay never no more
And I'll play the wild rover,
No never no more
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 have kissed me as oft-times before,
I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's no, nay, never!
No nay never no more
And I'll play the wild rover,
No never no more
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7. |
Drunken Sailor
01:37
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What shall we do with a drunken sailor? (3 times)
Earl-eye in the morning!
Way hay, up she rises
Way hay, up she rises
Way hay, up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning
Put him in a long-boat till he's sober. (3 times)
Earl-eye in the morning!
Give 'im a dose of salt and water. (3 times)
Earl-eye in the morning!
What shall we do with a drunken sailor? (3 times)
Earl-eye in the morning!
Way hay, up she rises
Way hay, up she rises
Way hay, up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning
Shave his belly with a rusty razor. (3 times)
Earl-eye in the morning!
Put him in the guard room till he gets sober. (3 times)
Earl-eye in the morning!
What shall we do with a drunken sailor? (3 times)
Earl-eye in the morning!
Way hay, up she rises
Way hay, up she rises
Way hay, up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning
Put 'im in bed with the captain's daughter (3 times)
Earl-eye in the morning!
You haven't seen the captain's Daughter (3 times)
Earl-eye in the morning!
What shall we do with a drunken sailor? (3 times)
Earl-eye in the morning!
Way hay, up she rises
Way hay, up she rises
Way hay, up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning
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Pastime with good company
I love and shall until I die
Grudge who lust but none deny
So God be pleased thus live will I
for my pastance
hunt sing and dance
my heart is set
all goodly sport
for my comfort
who shall me let
youth must have some dalliance
of good or ill some pastance
Company methinks then best
all thoughts and fancies to digest.
for Idleness
is chief mistress
of vices all
then who can say.
but mirth and play
is best of all.
Company with honesty
is virtue vices to flee.
Company is good and ill
but every man has his free will.
the best ensue
the worst eschew
my mind shall be.
virtue to use
vice to refuse
thus shall I use me.
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9. |
Greensleeves
07:20
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10. |
Concerning Hobbits
02:19
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Stjernefødt Productions Easton, Pennsylvania
Christian was born in an unknown, barren pit in the Year of Our Lord 1666. Over three centuries have been spent forging his musical sensibilities while being raised by the now extinct doom goats of the Appalachian mountains. While his birth pit has been lost to the sands of time, his music lives on for your enjoyment and may be experienced through the primata archaic. ... more
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