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London Julies
02:30
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Juliana, Juliana oh, where do you go?
Bahama, London Julies
Juliana, Juliana oh where do you go?
Bahama, London Julies
Juliana, Juliana oh, where do you go?
Bahama, London Julies
Juliana, Juliana oh, where do you go?
Bahama, London Julies
Up aloft, up aloft this yard must go
Bahama, London Julies
Up aloft, up aloft this yard must go
Bahama, London Julies
Juliana, Juliana oh, where do you go?
Bahama, London Julies
Juliana, Juliana oh, where do you go?
Bahama, London Julies
And around Cape Horn there's ice and snow
Bahama, London Julies
But around Cape Horn we all must go
Bahama, London Julies
Juliana, Juliana oh, where do you go?
Bahama, London Julies
Juliana, Juliana oh, where do you go?
Bahama, London Julies
The mate is a-bawlin' down below
Bahama, London Julies
So heave away, lash up and stow
Bahama, London Julies
Juliana, Juliana oh, where do you go?
Bahama, London Julies
Juliana, Juliana oh, where do you go?
Bahama, London Julies
Oh, I thought I heard the first mate say
Bahama, London Julies
Just one more pull and then belay
Bahama, London Julies
Juliana, Juliana oh, where do you go?
Bahama, London Julies
Juliana, Juliana oh where do you go?
Bahama, London Julies
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Chorus
I’ll tell me ma when I go home, the boys won’t leave the girls alone. They pulled my hair and they stole my comb, well that’s all right till I go home. She is handsome, she is pretty, she is the belle of Belfast City. She is courting one, two, three, please won’t you tell me who is she?
Verse 1
Albert Mooney says he loves her, all the boys are fighting for her. They knock at the door and they ring at the bell, saying ‘oh my true-love are you well?’
Out she comes, as white as snow, rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Old Johnny Murray says she’ll die if she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye.
Chorus
Verse 2
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high, and the snow comes tumbling from the sky. She’s as nice as apple pie, she’ll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own, she won’t tell her ma when she goes home.
Let them all come as they will, for it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.
Chorus
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3. |
Jolly Grog
04:06
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Chorus:
And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog,
All gone for beer and tobacco.
Spent all me tin down in South Street drinking gin;
Now, across the western ocean we must wander.
Where is me hat, me noggy, noggy hat?
All gone for beer and tobacco.
Well, the brim is wore out, and the crown is kicked about,
And me hair is looking out for better weather.
(Chorus)
Where is me shirt, me noggy, noggy shirt?
Well, the sleeves are wore out, and the collar's kicked about,
And me tails is looking out for better weather.
(Chorus)
Where are me boots, me noggy, noggy boots?
Well, the soles are wore out, and the heels are kicked about,
And me toes is looking out for better weather.
(Chorus)
Where are me pants, me noggy, noggy pants?
Well, the cuffs are wore out, and the fly is kicked about,
And me arse is looking out for better weather.
(Chorus)
I’m sick and stony broke, and I’m parted from me smoke,
And the sky is looking blacker than the thunder;
And the tavern keeper, too, for I haven’t got a sou.
That’s the way you’re treated when you’re out and under.
(Chorus)
I’m sick to me head, and I haven’t been to bed,
Since first we come ashore with all me plunder.
I see centipedes and snakes, and I’m full of pains and aches,
And I guess we’d better push out over yonder.
(Chorus)
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Devil Song
I once knew a family living near hell
They’re not gone away and they’re living there still
The devil he came to the man at the plow
He said, “One of your family I must take now”
“Oh, no,” says the farmer, “I am undone.
You surely have come for my eldest son.”
“Oh, no,” says the devil, “I’ve come for your wife.
I hear she’s a plague and tormenting your life.”
So the devil he hoisted her up on his hump
And down to hell with her he did jump
He carried her on till he came to his wall
And there she did stutter and stammer and bawl
He carried her on till they came to his hill
She cried as much tears as would turn a mill
There were two little devils a playing with chains
She off with ger shoe and she knocked out their brains
There were two other devils a playing head ball
Said take her away daddy she’ll murder us all
So the devil he hoisted her up on his hump
And back to earth with her he did jump
They were nine days going and one coming back
His head did ache and his spine it did crack
Good sir to the devil your wife’s safe and well
But she wouldn’t be kept not even in hell
Now I’ve been a devil now most of my life
But I ne’re was in hell till I met with your wife
Some say that women are better than men
For they went down to hell and they came out again
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The Twa Sisters
04:28
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Rattlin' Bog
04:14
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A rare tree and a rattlin' tree
The tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o
Chorus
And on that tree there was a limb
A rare limb and a rattlin' limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o
Chorus
And on that limb there was a branch
A rare branch and a rattlin' branch
The branch on the limb
And the limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o
Chorus
Twig
Leaf
Nest
Egg
Bird
Wing
Feather
Flea
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