The Dubliners

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"Tibby Dunbar"

"Tibby Dunbar"



O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar
O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar
Wether ride on a horse or been drawn in a cart
Or walk by my side sweet Tibby Dunbar

I care not thy daddy, his land or his money
Thy pal and Thy kin say high and say lowly
But say That thou're with me for better or worse
And come in your poetry sweet Tibby Dunbar

I offer you nay thing in sillar(silver) or land
What men could determin the price of your hand
But gave you consent we'd be richer by far
O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar

O will to be known as a poor beggar's lady
And sleep in the heather rolled up in my pladie
The sky for a roof and each candle a star
My love for a fire sweet Tibby Dunbar

O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar
O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar
Wether a ride on a horse or been drawn in a cart
Or walk by my side sweet Tibby Dunbar

 

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"Tramps And Hawkers"

"Tramps And Hawkers"



Oh come all ye tramps and hawker lads and gatherers oblaw
That tramps the country round and round come listen ane and all
I'll tell to ye a rovin' tale of sights that I have seen
It's far intae the snowy north and south by Gretna Green

Oftimes I've laughed untae mysel' when trudgin' on the road
My toerags round my blistered feet, my face as broon 's a toad
Wi' lumps o' cake and tattie scones, wi' whangs o' braxie ham
Nae gi'en a thought frae where I've been an' less tae whaur I'm gan

I've done my share o' humpin' wi' the dockers on the Clyde
I've helpit Buckie trawlers haul their herrin's o'er the side
I've helped tae build them michty bridge that spans the busy Forth
Wi' money an Angus farmer's trig, I've ploo'ed the bonnie earth

I'm happy in the summer time beneath the bricht blue sky
No thinkin' in the mornin' whaur at nicht I'll hae tae lie
In barn or byre or anywhere, dossin' oot among the hay
An' if the weather treats me right I'm happy every day

 

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"Weila Waile"

"Weila Waile"



And there was an old woman and she lived in the woods
A weila weila waila
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods
Down by the River Saile

She had a baby three months old
A weila weila waila
She had a baby three months old
Down by the River Saile

She had a penknife long and sharp
A weila weila waila
She had a penknife long and sharp
Down by the River Saile

She stuck the penknife in the baby's heart
A weila weila waila
She stuck the penknife in the baby's heart
Down by the River Saile

Three loud knocks came knocking on the door
A weila weila waila
Three loud knocks came knocking on the door
Down by the River Saile

There was two policeman and a man
A weila weila waila
There was two policeman and a man
Down by the River Saile

They took her away and they put her into jail
A weila weila waila
They took her away and they put her into jail
Down by the River Saile

They put a rope around her neck
A weila weila waila
They put a rope around her neck
Down by the River Saile

They pulled the rope she got hung
A weila weila waila
They pulled the rope she got hung
Down by the River Saile

Now that was the end of the woman in the woods
A weila weila waila
And that was the end of the baby too
Down by the River Saile

 

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"When Margaret Was Eleven"

"When Margaret Was Eleven"



My father said farewell and the band played tunes of glory
A giant man with ribbons, bedeviled dignity
A regimental sergeant, the backbone of the Empire
For God and righteous glory bound for High Germany

Sweet Lord, I was just seven when Margaret was eleven
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers' songs for tea
"Your father's gone campaigning" was a way of not explaining
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity

My childhood passed away midst the tales and lurid stories
Of manufactured glories and inhuman gallantry
I asked, "When is war over?", but no one deemed to answer me
And Margaret played that dreaded tune called High Germany

Sweet Lord, I was just seven when Margaret was eleven
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers' songs for tea
"Your father's gone campaigning" was a way of not explaining
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity

My father made it home, but he came without his reason
Two eyes of molten madness, a senseless fool of war
"He's just a child," my mother cried, "to be dressed in full regalia
And paraded as a hero home from High Germany"

Sweet Lord, I was just seven when Margaret was eleven
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers' songs for tea
"Your father's gone campaigning" was a way of not explaining
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity

There'll be no tunes of glory for Margaret and me

 

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"Whiskey In The Jar"

"Whiskey In The Jar"



As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o.
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o.
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o.
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

'Twas was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o.
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Now there's some take delight in the carriages a-rollin'
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o.
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

If anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenny
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o.
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

 

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"Whiskey On A Sunday"

"Whiskey On A Sunday"



He sits at the corner of Begger's Bush
Astride of an old packing crate
And the dolls at the end of the plank were dancing
As he crooned with a smile on his face:

"La da da...
Come day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week,
And a whiskey on a Sunday"

His tired old hands worked the wooden beam
As the puppets they danced up and down
A far better show than you ever will see
In the fanciest theatre in town

La da da...
Come day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week,
And a whiskey on a Sunday

In 1902 old Seth Davie died
His song it was heard no more
The three dancing dolls in the dustbin were thrown
And the plank went to mend a back door

On some stormy night if you're passing that way
With the wind blowing up from the sea
You can still hear the song of old Seth Davie
As he croons to his dancing dolls three

La da da...
Come day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week,
And a whiskey on a Sunday

Drinking buttermilk all the week,
And a whiskey on a Sunday

 

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"Will You Come To The Bower"

"Will You Come To The Bower"



Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundless ocean
Where the stupendous waves roll in thundering motion
Where the mermaids are seen and the fierce tempest gathers
To loved Erin the green, the dear land of our fathers
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower?
Will you come, will you, will you
Will you come to the bower?
Will you come to the land of O'Neill and O'Donnell
Of Lord Lucan of old and immortal O'Connell
Where Brian drove the Danes and Saint Patrick the vermin
And whose valleys remain still most beautiful and charming?
Will you come, will you, will you
Will you come to the bower?
You can visit Benburb and the storied Blackwater
Where Owen Roe met Munroe and his Chieftains did slaughter
Where the lambs skip and play on the mossy all over
From those bright golden views to enchanting Rostrevor
Will you come, will you, will you
Will you come to the bower?
You can see Dublin city and the fine groves of Blarney
The Bann, Boyne and Liffey and the Lakes of Killarney
You may ride on the tide on the broad majestic Shannon
You may sail round Loch Neagh and see storied Dungannon
Will you come, will you, will you
Will you come to the bower?
You can visit New Ross, gallant Wexford and Gorey
Where the green was last seen by proud Saxon and Tory
Where the soil is sanctified by the blood of each true man
Where they died satisfied that their enemies they would not run from
Will you come, will you, will you
Will you come to the bower?
Will you come and awake our lost land from its slumber
And her fetters we'll break, links that long are encumbered
And the air will resound with hosannas to greet you
On the shore will be found gallant Irishmen to greet you
Will you come, will you, will you
Will you come to the bower?

 

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"Working Man"

"Working Man"



It's a working man I am and I've been down underground
And I swear to God if I ever see the sun
Over any length of time, I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down underground

At the age of sixteen years, he quarreled with his peers
And he swears there will never be another one
In the dark recess of the mine, where you age before your time
And the coal dust lies heavy on your lungs

It's a working man I am and I've been down underground
And I swear to God if I ever see the sun
Over any length of time, I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down underground

At the age of sixty-four, he'll greet you at the door
And he'll gently lead you by the arm
In the dark recess of the mine, he can take you back in time
Tell you of the hardships that were there

It's a working man I am and I've been down underground
And I swear to God if I ever see the sun
Over any length of time, I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down underground

It's a working man I am and I've been down underground
And I swear to God if I ever see the sun
Over any length of time, I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down underground

It's a working man I am and I've been down underground
And I swear to God if I ever see the sun
Over any length of time, I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down underground.

 

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"Zoological Gardens"

"Zoological Gardens"



Oh thunder and lightning is no lark
When Dublin city is in the dark
So if you've any money go up to the park
And view the zoological gardens

We went out there to see the zoo
We saw the lion and the kangaroo
There was he-males and she-males of every hue
Up in the zoological gardens

We went out there by Castleknock
Says she to me "Sure we'll court on the lock"
Then I knew she was one of the rare old stock
From outside the zoological gardens

Oh, thunder and lightning is no lark
When Dublin city is in the dark
So if you've any money go up to the park
And view the zoological gardens

We went out there on our honeymoon
Says she to me "If you don't come soon
I'll have to get in with the hairy baboons"
Up in the zoological garden

Says she to me "It's seven o'clock
And it's time for me to be changin' me frock
For I long to see the old cockatoo"
Up in the zoological garden

Says she to me "Me lovely Jack
Sure I'd love a ride on the elephant's back
If you don't get out that I'll give you such a smack
Up in the zoological garden

Well, thunder and lightning is no lark
When Dublin city is in the dark
So if you've any money go up to the park
And view the zoological gardens