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"Patrick Was A Gentleman"

"Patrick Was A Gentleman"


St. Patrick was a Gentleman
He сame from daycent people
He built a church in Dublin town
And on it put a steeple

His father was a Gallagher
His mother was a Grady
His aunt was an O'Shaughnessy
His uncle was a Brady

The Wicklow hills are very high
And so is the hill of Howth sir
But there's a hill much higher still
Much higher than them both sir

On top of this high hill
St. Patrick preached a sermon
Drove the frogs into the bogs
And banished all the vermin

There's not a mile of Eireann's Isle
Where dirty vermin musters
But there he put his dear fore-foot
And murdered them in clusters

The frogs went hop and the toads went pop
Slapdash into the water
The snakes committed suicide
To save themselves from slaughter

900,000 reptiles blue
He charmed with sweet discourses
Dined on them in Killaloe
On soups and second courses

Where blind worms crawling in the grass
Disgusted all the nation
Down to hell with a holy spell
He changed their situation

No wonder that them Irish lads
Should be so gay and frisky
Sure St. Pat he taught them that
As well as making whiskey

No wonder that the Saint himself
Should understand distilling
His mother kept a sheebeen shop
In the town of Enniskillen

Was I but so fortunate
As to be back in Munster
I'd be bound that from that ground
I never more would once stir

There St. Patrick planted turf
Cabbages and praties
Pigs galore, mo grá, mo stóir
Altar boys and ladies
 
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"Patrick's Arrival"

"Patrick's Arrival"


You've heard of St. Denis of France
He never had much for to brag on
You've heard of St. George and his lance
Who killed d'old heathenish dragon
The Saints of the Welshmen and Scot
Are a couple of pitiful pipers
And might just as well go to pot
When compared to the patron of vipers
St. Patrick of Ireland, my dear
He sailed to the Emerald Isle
On a lump of pavin' stone mounted
He beat the steamboat by a mile
Which mighty good sailing was counted
Says he, "The salt water, I think
Has made me unmerciful thirsty
So bring me a flagon to drink
To wash down the mullygrups, burst ye
Of drink that is fit for a Saint"

He preached then with wonderful force
The ignorant natives a teaching
With wine washed down each discourse
For, says he, "I detest your dry preaching"
The people in wonderment struck
At a pastor so pious and civil
Exclaimed, "We're for you, my old buck
And we'll heave our blind Gods to the devil
Who dwells in hot water below"

This finished, our worshipful man
Went to visit an elegant fellow
Whose practise each cool afternoon
Was to get most delightful mellow
That day with a barrel of beer
He was drinking away with abandon
Say's Patrick, "It's grand to be here
I drank nothing to speak of since landing
So give me a pull from your pot"

He lifted the pewter in sport
Believe me, I tell you, it's no fable
A gallon he drank from the quart
And left it back full on the table
"A miracle!" everyone cried
And all took a pull on the Stingo
They were mighty good hands at that trade
And they drank 'til they fell yet, by Jingo
The pot it still frothed o'er the brim

Next day said the host, "It's a fast
And I've nothing to eat but cold mutton
On Fridays who'd make such repast
Except an unmerciful glutton?"
Said Pat, "Stop this nonsense, I beg
What you tell me is nothing but gammon"
When the host brought down the lamb's leg
Pat ordered to turn it to salmon
And the leg most politely complied

You've heard, I suppose, long ago
How the snakes, in a manner most antic
He marched to the county Mayo
And ordered them all into the Atlantic
Hence never use water to drink
The people of Ireland determine
With mighty good reason, I think
For Patrick has filled it with vermin
And snakes and such other things

He was a fine man as you'd meet
From Fairhead to Kilcrumper
Though under the sod he is laid
Let's all drink his health in a bumper
I wish he was here that my glass
He might by art magic replenish
But since he is not, why alas
My old song must come to a finish
Because all the drink is gone
 
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"Peace In The Valley Once Again"

"Peace In The Valley Once Again"


When they close down the last shopping Mall
Crickets will sing through crumbling walls
Termites will eat through the doors
As rabbits hop round the shop floors
Empty shelves will swarm with bees
Cash machines will sprout weeds
Lizards will crawl across the parking lot
As birds fly around empty shops
There will be peace in the valley once again
Wild flowers will grow up the mannequins
Painting them with a leafy skin
Their plastic eyes will fall to the floor
To be gathered by wild boar
Mirrors will crack in half
As wild horses gallop past
Wild doves will build their nests
On the escalator steps
There will be peace in the valley once again
 
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"Pretty Boy Floyd"
(originally by Woody Guthrie)

"Pretty Boy Floyd"
(originally by Woody Guthrie)



Come gather round me people and a story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
In the town of Shawnee all on a Saturday afternoon
With his wife beside him in the truck as into the town he rode
There a deputy approached him in a manner very rude
Using vulgar language that his wife she overheard
Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain and the deputy grabbed his gun
In the fight that followed he laid the deputy down
He took to the woods and mountains of the Canadian river shore
Pretty Boy found a welcome at many a poor farmer's door
He took to the woods and mountains and led a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
There is many starving farmer the same old story told
How Pretty Boy paid their mortgage and saved their little homes
More speak about a strange man who came to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin left a thousand dollar bill
In the town of Shawnee all on a Christmas day
There came a car filled with groceries and a message that did say
"You say I am an outlaw, you say I am a thief
Here's a Christmas dinner for the children on relief"
As round the world I travel I've met all kinds of men
Some rob you with a six gun, some with a fountain pen
But as round the world I travel and round the world I roam
I've yet to see an outlaw drive a family from their home
 
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"Quiet Desperation"

"Quiet Desperation"


My soul is in the mountains
My heart is in the land
I'm lost here in the city
There's so much I don't understand
There's quiet desperation comin' over me
Comin' over me

I've got to leave I can't stay another day
There's an emptiness inside of me
I can't bear the loneliness out here
There's another place I've got to be
Another place I've got to be

I long for you Dakota
Smell of sweet grass on the plain
I see too much meanness
And I feel too much pain
There's quiet desperation comin' over me
Comin' over me

I've got to leave I can't stay another day
There's an emptiness inside of me
I can't bear the loneliness out here
There's another place I've got to be
Another place I've got to be
 
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"Raggle Taggle Gypsy"

"Raggle Taggle Gypsy"


There were three auld gypsies came to our hall door
They came brave and boldly-o
And one sang high and the other sang low
And the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o

It was upstairs, downstairs the lady went
Put on her suit of leather-o
It was the cry all around her door
"She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"

She gave to them a glass of wine
She gave to them some brandy
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It was late that night when the lord came in
Enquiring for his lady
And the servant girl's reply to him was
"She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"

"Then saddle for me my milk-white steed
Me big horse is not speedy-o
And I will ride and I'll seek me bride
She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"

He rode east and he rode west
He rode north and south also
And when he came to the wide open field
It was there that he spied his lady-o

"Why did you leave your house and your land
Why did you leave your money-o?
Why did you leave your only wedded lord
All for the raggle taggle gypsy-o?"

"Yerra, what do I care for me house and me land?
What do I care for money-o?
Yerra, what do I care for me only wedded lord?
I'm away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"

"It was there last night you'd a goose feather bed
Blankets drawn so comely-o
But tonight you lie in a wide open field
In the arms of the raggle taggle gypsy-o"

"Yerra, what do I care for me goose feather bed?
What do I care for blankets?
What do I care for me only wedded lord?
I'm away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o"

"Oh, for you rode east when I rode west
You rode high and I rode low
I'd rather have a kiss of the yellow gypsy's lips
Than all the cash and money-o"
 
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"Rambling Robin"

"Rambling Robin"


When first from boyhood I came to a man
To ramble the nation through soon I began
Oh the ramblin' thought that came into me mind
So they christened me Ramblin' Robin oh
So they christened me Ramblin' Robin

O'er hills and o'er mountains I used to go
I slept in the woods where there's frost and there's snow
No anxiety ever came into me mind
So contented was Ramblin' Robin oh
So contented was Ramblin' Robin

The wind and the rain oh they blew mw quite cold
Me parents at home they were both growing old
Oh me father did weep and me mother did cry
For the loss of their Ramblin' Robin oh
For the loss of their Ramblin' Robin

When sixteen long years they were over and past
Me poor mother's sorrow was ended at last
And me father the nation did range through and through
Oh in search for his Ramblin' Robin oh
Oh in search for his Ramblin' Robin

When all me past follies they came to an end
To me own little village I did attend
Oh the neighbours they told me my parents were dead
Filled with grief for their Ramblin' Robin oh
Filled with grief for their Ramblin' Robin

Oh where shall I wander and where shall I go?
Me heart it is filled with sorrow and woe
Oh the nation I'll wander through and through
And an end put to Ramblin' Robin oh
And an end put to Ramblin' Robin
 
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"Ride On"

"Ride On"


True you ride the finest horse I've ever seen
Standing sixteen one or two with eyes wild and green
You ride the horse so well hands light to the touch
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to

Ride on, see you
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to
Ride on, see you
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to

When you ride into the night without a trace behind
Run your claw along my gut, one last time
I turn to face an empty space, where you used to lie
And look for a spark that lights the night
Through a teardrop in my eye

Ride on, see you
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to
Ride on, see you
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to
 
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"Riding The High Stool"

"Riding The High Stool"


I was riding the high stool, expandin' and expoundin'
On the price of rice in Siera Leone and the height of the beef mountain
As to where did Jack Doyle meet Movita. How many wives did the Aga Khan
Dismountin' from my high horse, I couldn't find the handle of the bar room door
Yeah sure I knew it all then up again' the counter
I'd weigh you up in ten seconds flat
Ya see I was a great judge of character, my instincts always tellin' me exactly what kinda guy I got
Till I turned to go that is, whereupon I couldn't tell my arse from my well-bent elbow
I was heading down the streets of Laredo singin' Red Sails in the Sunset
Sure it was no wonder, we knew it all then
Twas like drinkin' porter off a sore leg sez Ber Murphy
"Would ye ever ask me bollix", sez Kenny Barry
I showed them the colour of me money when I got back from Katanga
There's no business like show business sez Titch Maher in Flood's bar
After snaggin' turnips for the Holy Fathers
But after it got dark, much later; down by the pinkeen bridge. I cried buckets in the river
When Mickser sang "Oh gentle Swallows"...oh gentle swallows
For knowin' it all is a lonely place to be. Yet still I found it very hard to say
"Hey man, this load is too much for me, till I was completely terrified
Whereupon a light ship came upon my way, and caught me in its beam
Before I went under, yet again, for the very last time
I was ridin' the high stool, expandin' and expoundin'
Swimming in the wine lakes and climbing the beef mountains
Ridin' the high stool expandin' and expoundin'
On the price of rice in Siera Leone and the height of the beef mountain
Ridin' the high stool expandin' and expoundin'
 
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"Rocky Road To Dublin"

"Rocky Road To Dublin"


In the merry month of June all from my home I started
Left the girls in Tuam sad and broken hearted
Saluted me father dear, kissed my darling mother
Drank a pint of beer my grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin
In a brand new pair of brogues rattled o'er the bogs
Frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-la-de-da

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning bright and early
Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinkin'
That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinkin'
To see the lassies smile, laughin' all the while
At me curious style, t'would set your heart a bubblin'
Asked if I was hired wages I required
I was bloody well tired of the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-la-de-da

In Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
Then I took a stroll all among the quality
My bundle it was stolen in a neat locality
Something crossed me mind, I should look behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Inquiring for the rogue said me Connacht brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-la-de-da

I soon got out of that me spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay just as my ship was sailin'
Captain at me roared said that no room had he
When I jumped aboard a cabin he found for Paddy
Down among the pigs played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs the walls around me bubblin'
When at Holyhead wished myself was dead
Better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-la-de-da

The boys of Liverpool when we were safely landed
They called me a fool I could no longer stand it
Me blood began to boil temper I was losin'
Poor old Eireanns Isle they began abusing
Hurrah me soul sez I shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by they saw that I was a hobblin'
Then with loud hurray joined in the affray
Quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin

One two three four five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin
Whack-fol-la-de-da
 
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