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The Wild Rover
03:13
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I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I 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.
For it's no, nay, never,
No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more.
I went to an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay
Such a custom as yours I could have any day."
(chorus)
I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that I told you were only in jest."
(chorus)
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they caress me as ofttimes before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.
(chorus)
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Whiskey In The Jar
02:48
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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 I then produced my rapier.
Saying, "stand and deliver, for you are a bold deceiver"
musha ring dumma do dumma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
I counted up his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She smiled and then she swore that she never would deceive me,
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
(chorus)
I went into my chamber, and all to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny took my charges and she drew them all with water,
Then sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.
(chorus)
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.
(chorus)
If anyone can save me it's my brother in the army,
If I can find him stationed, oh in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he will come and with me we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
And I'm sure that he will treat me better than my sportling Jenny
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Seven Drunken Nights
04:37
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Oh, as I come home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
So, I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly tell to me"
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
You're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, now you can not see
And that's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I come home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat inside the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly tell to me"
Who owns that coat inside the door where my old coat should be?
You're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, now you can not see
That's the lovely blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I come home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
So I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be?
Well, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, now you can not see
That's the lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I come home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
And I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?
You're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, now you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But laces on Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I come home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head with you in the bed where my old head should be
So I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head with you in the bed where my old head should be?
Well, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, now you can not see
That's the baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on, I never saw before
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Lucky as a Lemon Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Lucky as a Lemon is a folk duo from Pittsburgh, PA. They draw influences from a variety of ethnic styles as well as traditional American folk music.
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