The Blackthorn Bible (1975)

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INTRODUCTION
Unique. That's' the one adjective which best describes
this long qwaited volume. However its detractors malign it or
its enthusiasts promote it, f-unlqu'j<! will remain a'safe answer
for anyone asked to describe it. So it Is with great' pleasure
that we present after several jrears compiling,- the official
songbonv of the Blackthorn Rugby Pootball' Club. It is &afe to
say that within these covers you Ml find- as wide a variety - or
polarity - of songs as in any other collection. There are actually
two volumes in this bock* One contains songs you might sing to
your mother, while the other embodies songs your' mother would
rawer sing to you! The following pages have been contaminated
vi uh a number of the most tasteless songs in the English - or
nw^ly English language. The bawdy songs range from the old
tri^d and true ru^by favorites from Britain like the Ball of
Eerryrnu ir and Rhode an School, to American, adaptations and even a
lev/ origlnols by club members as In the ever popular l?Beer Farts11
^oy Ned Baohus*
The Bawdy songs presented here are in no way meant tb:
be Inclusive in terras of their verses, just as the book as a whole
is in no way a definitive collection of bawdy songs. Rather it Is
a compilation of those songs and verses amy of which you might
hear If you stumbled into a Blackthorn rugby party. And as
happens with so many books the very time consumed In putting the
volumo together renders many of the lyrics- obsolete,, But this
will remain a pretty good jumping off point for some time, with.
enough lyrics to nauseate the entire family. Only the limerick
Sor.g was' resarched with any degree of thoroughness and after
going through a few'hundred limericks research was halted as It
became impossible to distinguish the good, from the "bad. The
latter group is included here as they"are the more popular among
course ruggers who after all, makeup the backbone of good parties*
With the bawdy songs out of the way we turn to that other
section of the book - which is a lot more difficult to explain*
Rugby parties usually proceed this- way too■, with the bawdy songs
.being worked over - and often overworked - first. As their number
runs low the singing circle thins and the die hards prepare for
act II.
Except for a few specific sections like the sea music
the songs are presented in fairly random order, mu'ch as they are
sung at rugby parties. Thus on one page we find that fine old
spiritual "Standin1 in the Need of Prayer" accompanied by s?Teddy
Bearfs Picnic11 not a part of the Negro Spiritual tradition as far
as we know* There are Spirituals, American traditional and mount-
ain songs9 sea chanties and fishing songs, songs from England,
Ireland, Scotland, Whales, and the Hebrides, as well as a number
of Australian songs and some more which defy classification. Songs
range from the humerous to the bitter, caustic, rollicking, sweet,
and sad. One may well wonder how they all fit together3 yet they
do have one thing in common, and that! s a general si.agability. A
number of them have become as popular as any of the bawdy songs -

ffWIld Colonial Bojri or "Amazing Grace11 for example# We hope the
composers of the various songs will forgive us for printing their
material without permission considering the purpose is simply to
get people singing their songs, And-of■course, getting people
to sing songs is the whole purpose for this "book.
You wonft become an expert'■ on bawdy or rugby songs
using this book alone. Music is not included due to the enormous
extra effort involved^ and because you can hear most of the tunes
at a rugby party* Thus armed with this compendium -of lyrics and
familiar with the tune youI re off and singing. Why you are off
and singing and more -specifically, why you are singing bawdy
songs is a question a lot of psychologists would have a field day
with. We favor the obvious explanation - perhaps in.self-defense
- that it happens to be fun. Ridiculous I know but bawdy songs
canVt be written off as simply sexist- because males too often
bear the butt? of the humor. Besides both sexes enjoy singing
t.hem*.. The tunes are simple.; the lyrics are easy to remember and
the:. songs -don* t demand good voices. Such minor points coupled
with the observation that people donft seem as self-conscious
about singing these songs (especially agter a few beers) may
explain why rugby players enjoy them so.- This explanation ;is for
and about Americans who are so self-conscious about singing in .
publrc. The British as everyone knows will sing at the.drop of
a scrumoap!
If you!ve been to a rugby party and thought it., all very
silly, or; you think it sounds ridiculous - then what the hell are
you' doing with this book and why were you at a party? So much
for sophisticates and football players (two groups not often
lumped together).
Thatfs more than enough said; Get a beer; sit back|
clear your throat; amaze your friends. There"fs bawdy humor, good
songs, and hours of fun ahead.
- Peter Brindle
Oct. 1975
Philadelphia

W^?d lik^ to thank tb^se pe«pl<=> far contributing tim^3
effort,and lyrics to th<* making' of this book, To anyone
forgotten, w* would lik^ to apologize and ^xt^nd our thanks*
Mario Giampaoio
Lino Giampaoio
J^rry Ryan
Kurt Grabfpld^r
F^d Bachus
Don Karsd^n
Mik-^ Murnh^y
D°nny OtSri^n
John W^tz^l
Jo Spik^r
Jan^ Ross
Ed Roth
Hans Sumpf
Don Oall?£"h^r
Mik^ Dugan .
17 d Fag an
Bob Izard
Barry Ro^ck^r
Marshall Sturm
Mik^ Fapol°t3no
Marian Morfoot
Al Braunwarth
John Gribbin

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LIMJIlKKa-
Limerick after limerick on page after page in book
after book wore reviewed by t/ho editors to arrive at
this collection^ 1 confess that we were so sick of
limericks that in the end we d.idnft know which were
funny any more »■ aa is evidenced herein* l0in sure
all of you know plenty more worth while ones not in-
cluded hero, but frankly, we donst -give a damn* P#B0
The limerick9s, .admitted, a verse form:
A torso form: a curse form: a hearse form*
It may not be:;.lyric9
And at best it2 8 satyric,
And a whale of a;tail-in.perverse fcrm0
The limerick .is f er.tivo and mean;
You must keep her in close quarentine
Or "she sneaks to the alums
And promptly'"becomes
Disorderly, drunk, and obscene*
'Xfcio. limo^ick packs laughs anatomical
In a space that is quite economical,
3ut-;tho good one's I5ve seen
So seldom are .clean
And the clean ones so. seldom are comical*
THE REFINED FEMALE
Have ,you hoard-about Magda Lupescu
■Who came to Rumanians rescue?
It58 a wonderful thing
To be under a king
Is democracy better, 1 ask you?
I8m a watorwitch ooistly incurable
Wept old Anna Liffey the plurable,
Come golden Gate -span
3e my arch angel man
And as lengthy and strengthy and durable*
A bather whoso garments were strewed,
On the beach where she sun-bathed all nude,
Saw a man come along
And unless I'm quite wrong
You expected this line to be lewd.

2
A lonely young girl named Anne Heuser
Declared that no man could surprise ser
..But. a fellow "nam^d'Gibbons
Untied .her Blue. Ribbons
And now-she is sadder" Budweis or *
.A .mischievous miss...frcpa Woods Hole
Had a notion exccedingly. droll.:
At a masquerade ball'
,She wore, nothing at all,
And backed in' as .a .Parker House roll.
There was a young., .siaid^ ££.pm .Norway,
Who hung by hdr heels- from; a doorway.
She told' her 'young "man,'
nGet of1, the.. divan>,
1 think Zsv;e discovered one more "wayw
There was a young woman of 'Twickenham,
Loved sausages ~ never got sick of 8em*
She knelt' on" the ; sod
And .prayed to her God
To lengthen'arid strengthen', and "thicken em*
Quoth a cow in the raarsh.es of Glynn, .
83All .the world is ..-divine, even oin«
As a 'natural creature
1 worship a11 natur e,
But most when the bullrush is in.
There was .a., young maiden named Nellie,
Whose breasts could be joggled like .'jelly;
They could tie in a knot
Or reach you~know*»what
Or even swat flies on-her belly#
There was .a young, ma id..from Madras
Who had a 'maugnlf icent ass;'
Hot rounded'and:pink
As you probably think.
It was..grey, .had. long, .ears.* and ate grass.
A dams el * ae.duqt.ive. and. handsome.,,
Got wedged ';in,''.a." steeping room, 'transom#
" When she "offered "Much 'gold
For release,,. she., was,\toId
That the view was' wo2fth^|horle/:than' the;ransom.

3
There was a young girl from Detroit
Who at fucking was very adroit0
She could squeeze her vagina.
To a pin-point or fin^r
Or open it out like a quoit.
There was a young lady named Hilda
Who went for a walk with a builder
He knew that he could
And he should, and he would,
And he did and he goddamn near killed herJ
There was a young lady of Cheam
Who crept into the vestry unseen.
She pulled down her knickers
Likewise the Vicar's
And said,s§How about it, old bean?18
There was a young maid from Mobile
Whose cunt was made of blue steel.
She got her thrills
From pneumatic drills
And off-centered emery wheels.
There was a young lady of Grewe
Whose cherry a chap had got through
Which she told her mother
Who fixed her another
Out of rubber and red ink and glue.
The movie star queen Thoda Bara
Was born in the "desert Sahara:
It was,was it not
The Oasis of Tuat.
And what, might we ask, could be fairer?
A buttocky beauty named Bella,
Went out for a ride with a fella,
They returned from the ride,
With nothing outside
But the knob of the fella's umbrella.
Sighed a dear little shipboard divinity,
In a deckchair I lost my virginity,
I was glancing to leeward
When along came a steward
And undid my belief in the trinity.

4
Said a 'much-^traveled wench from Virginia,
51Who cares about fair' Abyssinia?
And;.if oven Salassie
Should make you his lassie,
It still would depend on what's in ya*f?
Said a lovely Greek maiden named Clytie,
I look mighty nice" ait my •nightie:
But beyond aII1-'compare,
I look cuter bare
And when I" am. bare-1 :ara bitey*
Said a scion of Boston society
Who was pinched, and for -mere inebriety,
nl will lie in this gutter
Refusing tu utter'
One word'in defence of 'sobriety.8i>
There was a' young lady"named Maud,
A sort of'society'fraud,
In the parlor,'Jtis, told
She was distant and'cold
But on the veranda, Fly GodJ
There was a young girl from Dumfries
Who said to her" beau,"If you please,
It would give me 'great bliss,
If, while playing with this,
You would pay'some attention to these*18
There was a young lady named Gloria
Who was goosed-by Sir Oswald Du Maurier
And then by six men,
Sir Oswald again,
And a band at the Waldorf-Astoria #-
There was a young girl-from Grant*s Pass
Who loved .-to tickle her ass;
Her favorite trick
Was to use a,_ sharjp stick
And scratch it while feeding it grass.
Thqro was a young lady from Gloucester
Whose husband once thought he had lost her
But he found her that night,
In the ice box locked tight*
We all had' to-help him'defrost her#

5
A woman's libest gross and despotic
Said,s? My tastes-are-more rich than exotic*
X8ve always adored
Making love in a Ford,-
Because I am auto«*orotic0?3
There once was a maid with such graces*
That her curves criod a 1 loud for embraces..
. MYou look11,- said McGee
"Like a rail lion to me,.
Invested in all .vthe . right • places* "'
There was a young lady from Kent
Who said that she knew what it meant
When men asked her- to, dine
On caviar and wine.
She know] How she knewl But she went!
An alluring young pig in Paree
Pills all of her suitors with glee,
For when --.they implore
Her to give a hit more
She invariably answers, Wee, wee/8
There was a/young-girl .named Irene
Who was chosen as Stock Exchange queen,
For when in the mood
Was successfully wooed
By Merrill, Lynch, (Pierce), Fenner, (Smith), & Beane.
There were two young ladies from Birmingham
And here is a story concerning- * em:
They lifted the bib
And tickled the rib,
Of the bishop-as he vias confirming fem#
There was a. young girl from Nantucket
Who went doira to hell in a bucket.
But when she got there
And they asked her for her fare,
She lifted her skirt and said, "Fuck it*l?
There was a.,young girl from St. Paul
Who wore a newspaper dress to a ball.*
But the dress caught on fire
And burned her entire,
Front page reports section - and all.

6
A God fearing maiden from Goshen
Took- a- bare morning "swim in' the ocean;
When a whirlpool-.appeared
She r o o e ni) .and .;cheered,
And developed a rotary-motion*
There is a young lady named '*:Mare,
Whooo"-bottom is -always kept bare;
When asked why, she pouts,
And says the Boy Scouts
All beg her to please bo prepared*
THE MAW OF NOBLE BIRTH
A handsome young monk in a wood
Told a girl she "should cling td the go'od.
She *.obeyed •■him, arid gladly;''
He repulsed her^ but sadly ■
53l>iy dear, you have maunders tood*.??
On the deck of a ship called the Maam,
An old salt -wa-s having'a- spasm
.Cried a: lady named Chasm,
?tIs that an orgasm?1'
And the old salt replied to her^Yas^*13
There was a young follow from Leeds
Who swallbwed a package of seeds'
Great tufts of-grass
Sprouted out of his ass
And his balls were all covered with weeds,
There was a young man with a hernia,
Who said to his surgeon,"Go1 dern ya,
Now don1 t'-mako a- botch
Of this job on ray crotch,
Or cut -things; that do not concern ya#5a:
A young trapeze artist named Bract
la faced' by a* very sad-' fact
Imagine his pain
When, again and again
He catches his wife in the act#

7
If you've got enough cash to see Venice on,
Hire a Grand Canal gal as your benison
But after you fondle her
On the poop of the gondola
Remember to lay a few pennies on*
There once was' an archoologist named Throstle
Who found a most unusual fossil;
You could tell by the bend
And the knot in the end,
It was the penis of St* Peter.the Apostle*
A hillbilly farmer named HoHis
Used oposua and snakes for hie solace,
His children had scales
And prehensil tails
And voted for Governor Wallace*
There once was a wonderful wizard
Who got a fierce pain in his gizzard*
So ho drank wind and snow
At fifty below
And farted a forty day blizzard*
A plumber from Lowator Creek
Was called in by a damo with a leek:
She looked bo becoming
He fixed all her plumbing
And didn't emerge for a week*
The jolly old Bishop of Birmingham
He buggered three maids while confirming * em*
As they knelt seeking God
He excited his rod
And pumped his Episcopal sperm in 'em*
A chap down in Oklahoma
Had a cock that could crow La Palorna
But the sweetness of pitch
Couldnft put off the hitch
Of impotence* size and aroma*
A disgusting young man named McGill
Made his neighbors exceedingly ill
When they learned of his habits
Involving white rabbits
And a bird with a flexible bill*

8
There was a young man cf St9 Johns
Who wantod to bugger the swans#
S30h noifj said tho porter*
"You bugger my daughter,
Thorn, swans is reserved for the Dons0?}
When a. lecherous currate, at Leeds
Was discovered one day in the weeds
Astride a young nun,.
Ho said,"Christ this is fun,
Far better than telling one5s beads!n
Said old'Father William l8ra humble
And getting, too old. for a. tumble
But .produce me a -blonde
And lfm still not beyond
An attempt at an interesting fumble*
An impetuous swordsman from Parma
Was lovingly, fondling a'charma
Said the raaid in demure,
"You'll excuse me I'm stare,
But 1 think you1 re. still wearing your armor.fs
There one© was a student, named Bessor,
Whose knowledge grew lessor and lessor*
It-at last: grew .so .small
He knew nothing at all,
And today he's a college professor!
A shortage of cooks has produced
More kitchen-wise males than it used-
Like the man of, gal~lan«»try
Who, learning of the pantry,
Remarked.,"Well, my cook has been goosed!53
He received.. from some thoughtful relations
A spittoon with superb decorations.
When aske was he pleased,.
He'grimaced and wheezed,
f3lt*s beyond all my expectorationsrfl
There was an old lecher : named. Gus
Who wore a horrible truss;
It would pinch, sweat, and itch,
When the son of 'a bitch
Got too close to young girls .c>n a bus#

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One night a young amorous Sioux
Had a date with a maiden he knew;
The coroner found
The couple had drowned
Making love in a leaky canoe*
There was a young fellow 'named Pete
Who was gentle, and shy$ and discrete
But with his. first woman
He became quite inhuman
And constantly roared for fresh meat,
A baritone star from Havana
Slipped horribly on a banana;
He was sick for a year
Then resumed his career
As a promising lyric soprana/

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Against ny better judgement I add this ditty to the
collection, knowing full well that' some sot is going to
half memorize it'and bora us with Lt. at a., party. Remember
if you decide to -do it to do it with gtisto or not at all*
ESKIhG -HELL
Gather round all you whorey
Gather round and-'hear this storey*
When a man grows old and his balls, grow cold
And the tip of his dick turns bluer
And.it bends in the'middle like a'"'one-string fiddle
He can tell you a tale or two*
So pull up a chair* and stand me a /drink
And a tale to you I111 tell
Of Deadeye Dick and Mexican Pete5
And a harlot named Exkimo ffell*
When Peadoyo Dick and Mexican Fete
Are sore'depressed and sad
lt8s always a cunt that bears the brunt
But the shooting ain*t so bad*
When Deadeye Dick and Mexican Pete
Go forth in search of fun
Xt8s Deadeye Dick that slings the prick
And Mexican Pete the gun*
How Deadeye Dick and Mexican Pete
Lived down by Dead Man5s Creek
And such was their luck. thesd had no fuck
For nigh on half a week©
Just a moose or two and a caribou
•And a bison cow or so
And for deadeye Dick with his kingly prick
This fuckin was mighty slow*
So do or dare this horny pair
Set forth for the Rio Grande
Deadeye Dick with" his rr&ghty prick.
And Pete with his gun in hi a. hand
And as they biased their noisy trail
Ho man their path withstood
And many a.bride her husband's pride
A pregnant widow stood*
They reached the strand of the Rio Grande
At the height of a biasing noon
And to slake their thirst and do their worst
They sought Black Mike8s Saloon*

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And as they pushed the great doors wide
Both prick "and, gun flashed .free*
According to son, you blooding -wrecks
You drink or fuck with na,
They hoard of the prick called Dead-eye Dick
Froia Maine to Panama
And .with scarcely worse than a muttered curse
Those dagoes sought the bar,
The girlr too know his playful ways
Down on the liio Grande
And fourty whores pulled down their drawers
At Deadoyo .Dick's corai:and# ♦
They saw the fingers of loxican Pete
Itch on the trigger grip
And they didn't wait at fearful rate
Those whores began to strip
Hew Deadoyo Dick was breathing quick
vvith lecherous snorts and grunts
So forty asses were bared to view
And likewise forty cunts
How forty asses and forty cunts
If yoi: can una your wite
And if you're slick at arithmetic
takes exactly eighty tits
Now eighty tits are a gladsome .sight .
For a man with a raging .stand
It may be rare in Berkeley Square
But not on the Rio Grande
Bow Deadeye Dick had fucked a few
On the last proceeding night
This he had done just to show his fun
And th whet his appetite,..
His phalic limb was in fucking trim
As he backed and took a run
He made a dart at the nearest tart
And .scored a hole In one,
He bore her to the sandy floor
And there he fucked her fine
And though she grinned
It put the wind up the other thirty-nine*
•When Deadeye Dick lets loose his prick
He1 s got no time to spare
For speed and length combined with strength
He fairly singes hair#

He made a dart at the next spqre tart'
When Into that Harlot's Hell
Strode a' gentle maid who was' unafraid
And her name It was Eskimo Kell
'By this time Dick had got his,prick
Well into numbor two
When Sskimo Hell lot out a yoll
She bawled to him Hoy youI
He gave a flick of his muscular prick
And the girl flew over hie head
And ho wheeled about with an angry shout
His face and his dick were red
She glanced our hero up and down
His looks she seemed to decry
With utter scorn, she glimpsed the, horn
That rose from his hairy thigh
She blew the smoke from her cigarette
Over his steaming knob
So utterly boat was Mexican Pete
He failed to do his job
It was Eskimo Hell who broke the spell
In accents clear and cool
You fuck struck shrimp•of a Yankee pimp
You call that thing a tool?
If this here town can't take that down
She sneered to those cowering whores
There8s one little cunt.can do the stunt
Itfs Eskimo Nell1a not yours*
She stripped her garments one hy one
With an air of conscious pride
And as she stood in her womanhood '
They saw the great divide
She seated herself on a table top
Where someone had left his glass
With a twitch of her tits she crushed' it
Between the cheeks of her ass,
She flexed her knees with supple ease
And spread her legs apart
With a friendly nod to the mangy sod
She gave him the cue to start
But Deadeye Dick knew,a trick or two
He meant to take his time
And a girl like this was fuckin bliss
So he played the pantoxrd.no*

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He' ftossed hifi ass hole to and fro
And made his balls ; inflate
Until they looked like ,granite knobs
On top of a gardon" gate.
He blow 'his anus inside out
His balls increased in sisso
His mighty prick grow twice as", thick
Till it almost reached his eyes
He polished it.up with alcohol
And made it steaming hot
To finish the job" 'ho' 8 prink led the knob
With a cayenne pepporpot
Then neither did he take a run
Kor did he take a leap
Nor did he stoop but took a swoop
And a steady forward creep
With a piercing eye he took a sight
Along his mighty tool
And the steady grin as he pushed it in
Was calculatedly cool*
Have you seen the giant pistons
On the mighty C0P0R*
With the driving force of a thousand horse
Well, you know what pistons are
Or you think you do, But you've yet to learn
The ins and outs of the trick
Of the work that?B done.on"a non-stop run
By a. guy like Deadeye Dick
3ut Eskimo Hell was no infidel
As good as a whole harem
With the strength of ten in her abdomen
And the reck of ages between
Amid stops she could take the Stream
Like the flush of a watercloaet
And she gripped hie cock like a Chatswood Lock
On the National Safe Deposit.
But Deadeye Dick could not come quick
He meant to conserve his powera
If he?d a mind he'd grind and grind
For a couple of solid hours.
Hell lay for a while with a subtle smile
The grip of her cunt grew keener
With a squeeze of her thigh she sucked him dry
With the ease of a vacuum cleaner.

She performed this trick in a way so slick
Aa.to set in complete defiance
The basic cause and primary laws
That govern' sexual science."
She calmly rode through the phallic code
Which for years had stood the test"
And the ancient rules of the Classic schools
In a second or two went.West,
And so my friends.we come to the end
Of copulations classic
The effect on Dick was sudden and quick
And akin to' an anaesthetic
He fell to the floor and knew no more
His passions extinct and dead
And he did not shout has his prick fell out
Though 'twas stripped right down to a thread
Then Mexican Pete juinped to his feet
To avenge his pal's affront
With jarring jolt of hie blue-nosed Colt
He raoiued it up her cunt
Ho rammed it up to the trigger grip
And fired three times 'three
But to his surprise she closed, her eyes
And smiled in ecstasy
She jumped to her feet with a smile so sweet
Bully she said for you
Though I might have guessed that that was the
That you two poor fucks could do
When next oy friend that you intend
To sally forth in fun
Buy Deadeye Dick a sugar stick
And yourself .an elephant gun,
I'm going back to the frozen Worth
Where the pricks are hard and strong.
Back to the land of the frozen stand
Where the nights are sisc months long
It's hard as ' tin when they put it in
In the land where spunk is spunk
Hot a trickling stream of lukewarm cream
But a solid frozen■chunk
Back to the land"where they understand
What it means to fornicate..
Where even the dead sleep two in a bed
And the babies raasturbate

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Back to "the land of the grinding gland
Where the walrus plays with his prong
Where tho polar bear wanks .off in., his. lair
That'.s' where they1.11.'sing this goiig
They'll tell this tale on tho Arctic trail
inhere tho .nights are sizty below
inhere it's.so dainn cold that the Johnnies are sold
Wrapped'up'in a ball of snow
In tho valley of.death with baited breath
That's where they011 sing it too
Whore the skeletons rattle in sexual battle
And the rotting .corpses screw
Back to the land whore men are men
Terra Bellictsm
And thero I'll spend my worthy end
For the Horth is calling Coma
So Doadeye Dick and Mexican, Pete
Slunk' out of the Rio Grande
Deadeyo Dick with his useless prick
And.Pote with no gun in his hand
A. verse, of appreciation:
When a man grows old
And his balls go cold
And tho end of his dick turns blue
And the hole in tho middle
Refuses to piddle
I'd say he was fucked wouldn't you?

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THE BALL OP KERRYMUIR
Pour and twenty virgins came down from Inverness,
And when.the ball was over they were four and twenty less.
Chorus:
Balls to your partner, ass against the wall,
If you never get laid on Saturday night you111 never get
laid at all.
The village plumber he was there. He felt an awful fool.
Hefd come eleven leagues or more and forgot to bring his tool
There was fucking in the hallways and fucking in the ricks,
You couldnft hear the music for the swishing of the pricks.
There was fucking in the kitchen and fucking in the halls,
You couldn't hear the music for the clanging of the balls.
The parson's daughter she was there, the cunning little runt,
With poison ivy up her ass and thistle.a.u.p ^03? cunt.
The Vicar's wife, well she was there, a-sitting by the fire,
Knitting rubber Johnnies o\i* of india ruDber tyre.
The village idiot he was there, sitting on a pole,
He pulled his foreskin over his head and whistled through
the hole,
Mrs. O'Maley she was there. She had the crowd in fits,
A-jumping off the mantelpiece and bouncing off her tits,
The bride was in the kitchen explaining to the groom,
That the vagina not the rectum is the entrance to the womb,
The village magician he was there, up to his favorite trick,
Pulling his asshole over his head and standing on his prick.
The village magician he was there, up to his usual trick,
A-pulling his foreskin over his head and disappearing up
his prick.
The xrillage cripple he was there, he couldna1 do much,
He lined the maidens fgainst the wall and fucked them with
his crutch.
The village smithy he was there, sitting by the fire,
Doing favors for the maidens with a piece of red hot wire.

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The blacksmith's brother he. was there-, a mighty man was he,
He lined them up against the wall and fucked them three "by
three,
Now, farmer Giles he was there, his sickle in his hand
And every time he swung around he circumcised the band,
The Vicar's wife she was there, back against the wall,
"Put your money on the table, boys, I'm fit to do ye all,
The Vicar and his wife were having lots of fun,
The parson had his finger up another lady^s bum,
The village doctor he was there, he had his bag of tricks,
And in between the dances he was sterilizing pricks,
Father 0 Flanagan he was there, and in the corner he sat,
Amusing himself by abusing -himself and catching in his hat,
There was fucking in the couches. There was fucking in the
cots,
And lying up against the wall were rows of grinning twats.
Parmer Brown he was there, a-jumping on his hat,
For half an acre of his corn was fairly fucking flat,
Giles he played a dirty trick, we canna let it pass,
He showed a lass his mighty prick then shoved it up her ass,
Bayard Stockton he was there, and he was in despair,
He couldna get his prick through the tangles of her hair,
Jockie Ste'wart did his fucking right upon the moor,
It was, he thought, much better than fueking on the floor.
Jock McVenning he was there, a-looking for a fuck,
But every cunt was occupied and he was out of luck,
Mike McMurdock when he got there, his cock was long and high,
But when hefd fucked her forty times he was fucking mighty
dry,
McGardew-Roberts he was there, his prick was all alert,
But when half the night was done 'twas dangling in the dirt,
The doctor's daughter she was there, she went to gather
sticks,
She couldna. .find a blade pf .grass for balls and standing
pricks.

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The village builder ■ he was there, he brought his bag of tricks
He poured cement in all the holes* and blunted all the pricks.
Little Jimmy he was there, the leader of the choir,
He hit the balls of the other boys, to make their voices
higher.
Now little Tommy he was there, But he was only.eight,
He couldna root the women, so he had to masturbate.
The village postman he was there, the poor man had the pox,
He couldna fuck the lassies, so he fucked the letterbox.
The village idiot he was there a-leaning on the gate,
He couldna find a cunt so he had to flatulate.
The blacksmith1s father he was there, a-roaring like a lion,
He?d cut his cock off in the forge, so he used a red hot
iron.
The parson's daughter she was there a-sitting on the floor,
And every, time she spread her legs, the vacuum closed the
door.
The village Marxist he was there, his manifesto in hand,
A-waiting for the time that supply would meet demand.
fTwas the gathering of the clans and all the Scots were there,
A-skirlinf on their bagpipes and strokin1 pussy hair.
The factor's daughter she was there, sittin1 down in front,
A wreath of roses in her hair, a carrot up her cunt.
The village idiot he was there, he was a perfect fool,
He sat beneath an oak tree and whittled off his tool.
The chimney sweep he was there, but soon he got the boot,
For every time he farted, he filled the room with soot.
Down in the square the village dunce he stands,
Amusin* himself by abusin1 himself and usin1 both his hands.
There was fucking in the bedroom, fucking on the stairs.
Ye canna see the carpet for the come and curly hair.
For the elders of the church, fuckin* was too much work,
So they sat around the table and had a circle jerk.
The groom was excited and racin' 'ixrund the hall,
A-pullinf on his pecker an1 showin' off his balls.

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The king was in the countin1 room a~countinf out his wealth,
The queen was in* the parlor a-playing with herself,
The queen was in the kitchen, eatin* bread and honey,
The king was in the kitchen maid and she was in the money*
There was fuckin1 in the parlor, fuckin1 in the chairs,
You couldna see the people through the flying pubic hairs,
The Irish Ambassador he was there standing straight and
proud,
Speaking from the balcony and pissing on the crowd.
John Brown the parson was quite annoyed to see,
Pour and twenty maidenheads a-hangin1 from a tree,
And when the ball was over, everyone confessed,
They all enjoyed the dancing, but the fucking was the best,
And so the ball was over, they all went home to rest,
And the music had been exquisite, but the fucking was still
the best,
1 USED TO WORK IN CHICAGO
Chorus: .
I used to work in Chicago
In a department store
1 used to work in Chicago
I did but 1 don^t anymore
A lady came up for some gloves ■
I asked her .what kind she wished
Rubber she said, so rub her I did.
I111 never work'there anymore,
hat-*—felt——felt her I did
cake——layer——lay her 1 did
dress—-jumper——jump her 1 did
shoes—-pump—-pump her-1 did
poultry——goose—•goose, her I did
ticket——to Bangor—-bang her I did

POOR LITTLE ANGELINE
She was sweet sixteen on the village green,
Pure and innocent was Angeline,
A virgin still,, never known a thrill
Poor little Angeline*
At the village fair the Squire was there
Masturbating on the village square
When he chanced to see the dainty knee
Of poor little Angeline.
Now the village squire had but one desire,
To he the biggest fucker
in the whole dam shire,
He had set his heart on the vital part
Of poor little Angeline.
As she lifted up her skirt to avoid the dirt
She slipped in a puddle
of the Squire's last squirt,
At the sight he saw,
how his pecker grew raw
Eor poor little Angeline.
So he raised his hat and, said:
"Miss, your cat
Has been run over and is squashed, quite flat,
Now my car is in the square
and I111 take you there
Oh poor little Angeline.S!
Now the filthy old turd
should have got the bird
But she climbed right in without a word,
As they drove away
you could hear them says
"Poor little Angeline.!?
They had not gone far
when he stopped the car
And he took little.Angeline into a*bar,
Where he gave her gin just to make hex* sin
Poor little Angeline,

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When he'd oiled her well
he took her to a dell
There to give her bloody fucking hell,
And he tried his luck with a low down, fuck
On poor little Angeline,
With a cry,.-of. ,?Rapef^ he raised his cape,
Poor little Angeline had no escape,
Now it's time someone came
to save the name
Of poor little Angeline.
Now the village blacksmith was brave and bold
And had loved little Angeline for years untold.
And he vowed he'd be true
whatever they'd do
To poor little Angeline,
But sad to say that very same day
The village blacksmith had gone to jail to stay
For coming in his pants at the local dance
With poor little Angeline.
Now the window of his cell overlooked the dell
Where the Squire was giving little Angeline hell,
And there ypon the grass he observed the ass
Of poor little Angeline,
Now he got such a start that he let out a fart
And blew the whole bloody jail apart,
And he ran like shit lest the Squire should split
His poor little Angeline,
When he got to the spot and he saw what was what
He tied the villain's pecker in a granny knot,
For there upon the grass was the imprint of the ass
Of poor little Angeline,
r,0h, blacksmith true, I love you, I do,
And I can tell by your trousers that you love me too,
Here I am undressed, come and do your best
Cried poor little Angeline,
Now it would be wrong here to end this song
For the blacksmith's prong was a full two foot long,
And his natural charm was as thick as your arm
I,ixeky 1 i ttl e Angeline •

IF I /vJEEE. THE MARRYING Kir*P
If I were the marrying kind,
which thank the Lord I'm not sir,
The kind of man that I would be,
would be a rugby . . .
Spectator3 cause I'd come again,you'd come again,
we'd all coibo again together.
We'll be alright in the middle of the night,
coming again together.
If I were . . . I'd'bo a rugby
Scrum half, cause Igd put it in.,.
Spectator in the rain, cause I'd wear rubbers,#i
Goal post, cause I'd stand erect...
Half time orange, cause I'd get sucked...
Lock, cause I'd grab ass...
Second row, cause I'd push. hard...
Hooker, cause I'd hook balls...
Referee, cause I'd fuck up...
Goal post, cause I'd b'lock balls...
Fullback, cause I'd find touch...
uing, cause 1'd never get'it...
Hew pair of boots, cause I'd come in boxes...
Grounds keeper, cause I'd plug holes...
Blade of grass, cause I'd get bent...
Fly half, cause I'd wip it out...
Assistant grounds keeper, - cmisa I8d sew seeds. .-.
3all, cause I'd get pumped...
Touch line, cause I'd get laid...

YOu CM TlSLL. . ., that this is one of the grosser
songs around, and naturally it's one of the most
popular one8s done at parties,
YOU CAN TELL -3Y THE 3KELL
You can tell by the smell
when your girl friend is unwell
And the end of the month rolls around.
You can tell by the stink
when your girl friend8s pissing pink
And the end. of the month rolls around.
For it8s hi hi hee
in the Kotex factory
Shout out your sizes loud and strong---
?3large, medium, small,
He make rags to fit them all."
For where 'ere you'go
you will always know
When the end of the month rolls around.
"keep 'em rolling
When the end of the month rolls around29
LAST FlGHr
( I stayed at home and masterbated)
Last night I stayed up late and masterbatod,
it felt so good, I knew it would,
So you should see me when I do my short stroke,
itfs really grand, I use my hand.
And you should see me when I do my long stroke,
it's really neat, I use my feet.
Seat it, pound it, roll it on the floor,
wrap it around the bedpost, squirt it out
the door.
1 had a friend who had a friend who said that
intercourse was grand
But as for me I think I'd rather use my hand.
You can tell by her stance that there1s bloodstains
her pants
When the end of the month rolls around.
You can tell by the mung that she passes off as dung
When the end of the month rolls around.

DIKAH
Chorus::
Dinah, Dinah show us your leg,
show us jour leg, show us your leg,
Dinah, Dinah show us your leg,
a yard above your knees.
Gh, a rich girl drives a Cadallac,
A poor girl drives a truck,
.But the only ride that Dinah gets
Is when she gets a fuck..
How, a rich girl has a ring of gold,
A poor girl one of brass,
But the only ring that Dinah has
Is the one around her ass.
Oh, a rich girl wears a brazierg,
A poor girl uses string,
3ut Dinah uses no-thing at all,
She lets those bastards swing.
Ch, a rich girl uses sanitary napkins,
A poor girl usee sheets, .
3ut Dinah uses nothing at all,
She leaves a trail along the streets.
Ch, a rich girl uses vaseline,
A poor girl uses lard,
But Dinah uses axel grease,
Because her cunt so hard.
This little cheer is brought to you from the
mind (if you can call it that) of Stanley P.
Rat shit, 3at shit,
Bucket full of coioe
kothor fuckin', chicken pluckin0
Blackthorn scrum
P.S. Stanley is a forward.

This song was collected hy H. G. 3achue at the
3eor8s Family festival in ff74#
THE KNIGHT'S SCHQ
In days of yore in a.-kingdom bold
there lived a "fearsome- dragon.
And the king he was in- great distress
and the country8s spirits laggin
Until there came a-brave young knight
he was dashing, strong and charming
And he slew the dragon with his- sword
and a smile that -was disarming
With a hey and a ho and a hey nonny no
And a smile that was disarming
Said the king I wish to. know your name
but the knight said do not bother
Yay merrily said he one knight
is the same as another
But the king he said in my daughter's, bed
tonite you811 take your leisure.
And she811 provide you for your deed
with a night of exotic pleasure
With a hey and a ho and a hey nonny no
T-Jith a night of exotic pleasure
¥y daughter she has raven hair
a maid so young and chaste
And she sleeps all night in the pale moonlight
naked to the waist.
And the other 'daughter she's so fair
the fairest in the town
And she sleeps all night .in- the pale moonlight
naked from her small waist down
VJ th a hey and a ho and a hey nonny no
Waked from her small waist down
Well the knight he stayed for many hours
behind the castle walls
But the ending to my story
is not what it seeos at all
For in neither bed of either maid
was he repaid for his glory
But he slept ail, night with the king himself
for thes is a fairy story
With a hey and a'ho and a hey nonny no
For this is a fairy story-o ■

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This 'song is- an original from H.,C.3achus and
Michael Hapoletano
PUT YOUR hOOTH
Put your mouth * round ray hard-on.
VJon't you suck me'cnce5 baby
Suck my big old echwance, /baby
And make me :cwa -one more time
Put your hands 'round oyrweiner
Yank my Yankee hard, baby
Sure beats getting laid, baby
And make--me cum one more time
•Irap your tongue 8round nty foreskin
Lick the smegma off, baby
Stop that nagging cough, baby
And i;>ako so cua one more time
Sooar your snatch on ray nostrils
Just don't take a whis, baby.
Clear my sinuses, baby
And make me cum one more time
Wrap your legs 9round my face dear
Pussy juice is great, baby
Please don't menstruate, baby
And make me cum one more time
Stick your face up my asshole
hake xae feel your beak, baby
Guess it8s tongue in cheek, baby
And make me cum one more time
hy Girl is one of the shortest and sweetest of
all the songs in the book. It receives rave re-
views whereever it goes and certainly deserves than.
A\" x --7 JLl.'iJL*
1 love my girl, yes' 1 do, yos 1 do.
I love her truly.
1 love the hole she pisses through.
1 love her lilly white tits'
And the hair around her ass hole.
I'd eat her shit gobble, gobble^gobble,gobble
If she'd, ask me to.

THE I AID OF THE kQUtfTAIK
The maid of the mountain,
she pees like a bloody fountain*
chorus:
And the hairs on her diclcie die doe,
hang' down to her knees.
And the hairs 5 and the hairs,
And the hairs on her dickie die doe,
hang down to her knees*
One white one, one cherry one
and one with a ding1cherry on,
X8vo felt it, Ifvo snielled it,
it8s just like a piece of velvet.
She married an Italian
with balls like a bloody stallion.
You better' be ready
to roll them up like epaghetti.
igve sucked it, l*vo fucked it
l8ve even loose rucked it.8
It would take a Uolsh oiner
to find her vagina.
If she were my daughter
I'd. have than cut shorter.
She lives in a lighthouse
that snolls like a bloody shitehouse.
I8vo kicked it, I.'vg punched it
l8ve even got down and munched it.
If ycu go down on her
watch out .for the brown of her.
I've soon it, l8ve seen it
I've layed in between it.
She came from kelborno
her hair strangled her first born.
One black one, one white one
And one with a bit of shite on
And one with a fairy light on
to show us the way.

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This well known eong is sung everywhere, but seems
particularly popular with college clubs. The second
verse is completely original and was composed, at the
Elbow Room one night after practice in 872 by club
die-hards,
GRA!!DFATHEESS COCK
Iv.y grandfatherg n cock \?ns tee leng for his jock,
ro it draped ninety yards on.the floor;
It war) blower by far than the rid man himself,
and it weighed net a pennyweight more.
With a hern on the norn of the day that he was born,
and a horn en the d^y that ha died.
1 y :<randf athor* n cock wa?3 too long for his jock,
r>~ it ntccd for u\g hrncr and pride.
ly - land**cthcru n ' ? ■       i j :r, bi<> as her tit,
and it rror/ -            , At ;j a bam door.
It war wider by ^ ^           ^ ui? trunk of my car
in? it oh.e - ^" ,. - or ci-wr.
It '-n,G item m ' , - c f ^'-^ nay that she was born,

^rd war ; > : "          o 007 jliat she died.
lay .rand- ctlrie::y(> r.;: u    ^,o an enormous pit,
and -jo at? it fer   dinner deep fried...
JuAALi; Ai-
CAT

^alce no h^.?o7„ ^ax.-) rae ^cv,
tho«r: ; -\y l4 come' .twice a day._
IS' yc 'C i'-r* L tan.
Bar:.-; yen- kar^rorn ring your bell,
(]cjll yen think that I5m just .swell.
Ism your mailman,
I can come in any kind of weather.
donst you know my sack is made of leather,
I don3t need no keys or locks,
I just stuff it in your box.
lsm your mailman.

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SQkijCTm
Scrotum, scrotum. . . j«c«E-C«T~U-JK
ba' bum 'bum bum. *
Hell Its9 shaggy and its s baggy and
hair, but what would, yon do
Scrotum, scrotum... «S-C-R~Q~T~U-2-I
ba bum bum bun.
Handjob, handjob. # #HWWs?«-P-J-0-3 .
ba bum bum bum.
Hell theress long strokes and there
and there*s in between.
just ask your girl, she911 know what you mean.
Handjob., handjob. # ,H-A«W-D-J«0-3
Blonjob, blowjob...3~L~G~W~J~G~3
ba bum bum bum,
VFell she811 huff it and she* 11 puff it and she'll
do it real fine
just give her a chance and she511 blow your mind,
31owjob, blowjcb. . , 3-L«G-I-i-J-0~3
1 hope you get ono
Abortion/ abortion...A-3-G-R-T-I-G-N
ba bum bum burn.
Hell there8s coat hangers, hot wires and all of the rest
but 1 still think the drop kick8s the best
(or that drano's the best)
Abortion, abortion...A~3~G~R-T«I-G-H
* the first two lines are repeated
ALLIisAZIF
A1likasip, a1likasaa
Son of a bitch,
God damn.
Alfa alfa horsoc cock
Raj Raj Shit,
Thin touching ballad about some ruggers mother has
boon ro:r'\3iiniblo for us being thrown out of more
than oivj L>a:c.
its s covered with
if it wasn't there
3 s short strokes

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LuPS
it was down in cunt vallsy where the red river f lews,
"where tho wheronsngors prosper and the cocksuckers grow,
That8 s whoro 1 not Lupe tho ;irl 1 adore.
.She's.- a hot fucking cock sucking Kexican-whore.
Chorus s
Packer, pecker-boom, pecker, pecker-boom.
The first time. 1 saw Lupe, she was a virgin of eight,
She was swinging to and, fro on the old garden gate,
The crossbar went under, the upright went in
And that started Lupe on a lifetime of 8in.
She811 gnaw at your navel she'll gnaw at your nuts.
And if ycu*re not careful she'll suck out your guts.
8he§ll wrap her legs. ground you till you think you811 die
lBd rather eat Lupe than sweet.cherry pie.
The last time 1 saw Lupe wae, early last fall.
3ke_ was doing a striptease at a cecksuckorss ball,
She911 charge you a quarter, no less and no more,
She's a hot fucking eocksueking I/cxican whore*
Sad verse:
How Lupe.io .dead-and. she. lies in her tomb.
And otaggoto crawl out of her decomposed womb,
:3ut the smile on her face seems to ask you for more.
She8 s a hot fucking' eocksueking Kexican whore.
Starting slowly but gradually quickening to a breath**
loss finish, this is one of the truely great rugby s
shorts.
lARYAITE 3AkiTS
karyanno Barns was tho queen'of all the acrobats,
She could do tricks that would give the guys the shits
She could shoot green peas from her. fundamental orifice
Do a double somersalt and catch it orr her' tits.
Sho5s a great big fat fuck twice the. size-tof me,
With hair around her ass like branches on a tree*
She can run,fish,fight,fuck,fly a plane,drive a truck
That's the kind of■girl that's gonna marry me.

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THH WOODPECKER
I. stuck my finger In the woodpecker's holo
and the woodpecker eaid,*3God. bless my soul*3
Take it out (Tako it out)
Take it out (Tako it out)
Tako it out
Remove It
I removed my finger from the woodpecker's hole
and tho woodpecker said,'3God bless my soul"
Put.It back (Put it back)
Put it back .' (Put it back)
Put It back
Replace It
I replaced ray finger In the woodpecker's hole
and the woodpecker said,"God bless my soul"
Turn it 'round (Turn it 'round)
Turn It 'round (Turn it 'round)
Turn It 'round
Revolve it
1 revolved my finger in the woodpecker's hole
and the woodpecker said,"God bless my souls1
The other way (The other way)
The other way (The other way)
The other way
Reverse it
1 reversed ny firmer In the woodpecker's holo
and tho woodpecker said, "God bless my soul5"
In and out (In and out)
In and out (In.and cut)
In and out
Reciprocate It
I reciprocated sy finger in the woodpecker's hole
and the woodpecker said,"God bless my soul'3
Take it out (Take It out)
Take it out (Take It out)
Take it out
Retract it
I retracted vy finder fron the. woodpecker's hole
and the wc c <' \eckor said,"God bless my soul"
Take a -?hlff (T'ic: a whiff)
TrM^ -i \. '.if (Take a whiff)
vol . a \. •■ f f
Revolting

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The tunc for 5*Ihe Woodpecker53 Is derived from
though not identical to that southern favorite, Dixie
And appropriately enough this particular1 adaptation
wis encountered by Blackthorn RFC-on its5 southern
tour in FlorIda, in the spring of '73. In the true
spirit of Francis of Assisi- this charming little ditty
is simply another fanciful tale of mans oneness with
the animal world*. PAB
There are infinite variations on the bastardized
verses of this old English oarole ■It's .rumored
that there are even clean-verses.
TWELVE DAYS OF CHR18IKAS
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
a hand job in a fur tree*
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me#,
Two shithouse doors and a hand job in a fur tree*
Gn the third day of Christinas ray true love gave to mo,
three French whores,, tv>e ehithouse doors etc#
On the fourth day of chrlBtijas my true love gave to me,
four flying fucks etc*
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
f-i-v-e p-u-b-i-c h-a-i'-r-s* * • etc.
On the sixth day of Christinas my true love gave to mo,
six syphyllltlo sores etc.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
seven sucking sisters etc.
Gn the eighth day of-' Christmas'my true love gave to me,
'eight aching assholes etc.
On the nineth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
nine n3?tapho nuns etc.
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
ten twats a twitching etc.
On the eleventh day, of Christmas my true love gave to roe,
eleven luckless lickers etc.
On the twelth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
twelve tied up trojans etc.
Another seasonal song Thanksgiving looks innocent
enough but ruggers like to stagger the singing of the
verse. Group B begins line 1 when group A has moved
on to line 2* C begins line 1 while 3 is on 2 and A
is on 3# Anyway, after- a few go rounds it climates
with everyone chanting the last line. Donfit ask me why
OH THAKKSG1V1NG
On thanksgiving, on thanksgiving,
don't eat bread, don't eat bread.
Stuff it in the turkey, stuff It in the turkey,
eat the bird, eat the bird*

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Swing Lew is one of the oldest of all the Megro
Spirituals and possibly has its1.roots among Bantu
tribes in ..southeast. Africa. Rugby ..players however,
have developed their own unique choreography for -■
this one P.3*
SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT
Swing lew, sweet chariot,
comin8 for to carry, me home.
Swing low, sweet -chariot,
comin8 for to- carry me home.
I looked over Jordan, and what did 1 see
comin' for to carry, !T\e home..
A band of angels corrtin8 after rae*
comin8 for to carry mo home.
If you get there before I 6o$
comin8 for to carry me.home
Tell all ray friends l8m cornin'. there too,
comin8 for. to carry me < home.
Giving credit where it's due, this great ditty
would probably have -slipped by us had it not been
for the perseverence of its8, chief promoter, the
ubiquetess Hahnamon John Wetzel, wearing the coatof
many colors.
VATICAN RAG
First you get down on your knees,
Fiddle with your rosary beeds,
3ow your head with groat respect,
And genuflect, genuflect, genuflect.
Do just any step you want to
If you?ve cleared it with the pontif
Everybodys sayin8
Kyrie Elayscn, doin8 the Vatican Rag.
Get in line in' that processional,
File into that small confessional,
There's the guy'"whose got religion
who'll toll you if your sins original.
If it is try playing safer,
Drink the wine and chew the wafer.
Two four six eight
Time to transubstantiate.
So, first you get down on your knees,
Fiddle with your rosary beeds,
Bow your head in great respect,
And g enuf1ect, genuf1ec t, g enufloot.

Make-a cross en your abdomen, ■
When in Rome do like a 'Roman,
Avq Maria5 gee it8s"good to see ya5
Gottin1 extatlcan, being- dramatical
Coin3 the Vatican Rag*
standing on the bridge at midnight
Life presents a dismal picture
Fork end dreary as the tor.ih
Fa:\v:-v's got an anal structure
Kc■:-::crfs got a fallen wcrub
Sending on the bridge at midnight
Tc-.r.owing snowballs at the moon
Che £;;aidssJack X8ve never had it?§
But oho spoke, to fucking soon*
Or> t'uit sano bridge ten years later
i\c' ,r s b:-ckhoads from her crotch
£*.,; i •'* n • k I*ve never had itJ?
I - i.c i - ^ot fucking much11
>V r 1* ^v Sue ha" been aborted
t. '. ' to forty second time
C •-;'-•:" viS,?w' L" ^ been reported
kr ;i 'ior\otso >"c, * K crimee
V'v^o k**> i-«*»'-v/^ non^:......ii'j.on
I ' ■< • v ? ^%v ' r*< never - ,1^.3
Ccvl.: r_- i >j icr Grandp-r n piles
I* a oral I b7:os/^i paper parcel
hr^,JK6 . *'i ^ )T,y^i:oriou8 w^y
!\'> . .,. . vJ ?n> \r... rectum
Gr^..'d''an v;/:3 t:>;lco a dayc
Joo !::Ln po^'brin called this morning
Stuch hv? j;r::i;:k *clxrough the door
Wc coulc no?; despite endearment
Get it owe till ha If-past' four#
Even now the babyfs started''
Having epileptic fits
Every tine it coughs is spews
Every time it farts it shits*

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Yet we are not brokenhearted
Keithor are we- up the spout
Aunty Mabel has just farted
Blown her asshole inside out
Standing on the bridge at midnight
She said 5*Jack. it*s much.too widefs
So I grabbed on her clitoris
And I swung from side to side*
WAS IT YOU WHO DID THE PUSHING?
Was it you who did ,tho .pushing,
left the stains upon the cushion
Footprints on the dashboard upside down?
Was it you, you sly woodpecker
got into my girl Rebecca?
if it was you'd better leave this town,
Well, it was I who did the. pushing,
loft the stains upon the cushion. -
Footprints on the dashboard upside down#
But ever since Ifve had your daughter,
I've had trouble passing water#
So 1 guess we're even'all-around. -.
This song was the brainchild of the child brained
Jim Rolley who wrote its8 first verses;- The rest
were written late one night at Rolley*a Lan^dale
estate, during a farewell party for Ned Bachus' in
1972. Med and the song both came back. Good things
come in pairs?
HEEDLS DICK
The story is for seamstress*.
The story is for threads,
But most of all the story is for
Folks who fuck in bod.
Chorus.:
Keocle Dick9   the old bug fucker0.# *
Needle DieJ?^   the old bug f uckerc * *
Needle Dick,   ther old-bug fucker© •«
He fucked so   long that his balls fell off.

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Oh, sing your song of coleoptra,
Sing it^loud and true,
Gle Meedle Dick has got them -all
And next he's getting you,
Gh, we know "he plays for Blackthorn,
Wq know ho is a s'tar,
But when ho takes his jock off,
There8 s nothing but a scar,
Me know he's fucked a weevil,
Wo know he's fucked a roach,
But he didn't make the MAM team,
Until he fucked the coach,
The old black widow,
She looked near and far,
She finally found his pecker,
In the back seat 'of his car,
He found a praying mantis,
Lying in the- scrum,
And when he laid upon her,
Ho couldn't even come,
He bought a wooden phallus,
To fuck a termite chick,
But when she saw that morsel,
She gnawed hi 13 wooden dick,
I'm not a deeply religious man,.but 1 suggest you
take a few steps back'from the'man who starts this
song. It's good insurance against stray lightning
bolts. The closing couplets'can go on for as long
as grossitieo hold out,
J.C,
Five foot nine, he's divine,
Changes water into wine,
Has anybody seen J,C,?
He's real neat, he's real cool,
He just walked across my pool,
Has anybody seen JVC?
So if you run into a bearded Jew, covered with thorns,
Changes water into wine, bet your ass that he's divine,

Mother Mary she'fs the most, she got
By the Holy Ghost9
Has anybody aeon'J*C#?
Five foot two, eyes are blue
Good .cle Mary, sure-could screw*
Has anybody .seen J#C.«?
Without his pants on,
Has anybody seen JeC0?
With an erection,
Has anybody seen J0C*?
Cornholo hie brother,
Has anybody seen J-#Cft?
Eat out his mother,
Has anybody seen J*C*?
THS BALLS OF 0*LEAKY
The balls of 08Leary
Are massive and hairy .
They1 re shapely and .'stately
Like the dome of "St Panics
The people all muster to view the great cluster
They stand and they stare
At the bloody ^reat pair
Of O'Leary's balls.
AMAZING!- GRACE.
Amazing Grace 1 love your face
I love you in your nightie
When the moonlight flits
Across your tits
Oh Jesus Christ Almighty!

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OLD KING COLE
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he,
Ho called for his wife in the middle of the night,
And he called for his fiddlers three*
How every fiddler had a very fine fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he,
Fiddle diddle dee diddle deee, said the fiddlers,
What merry merry men are we,
There5 s none so fair as can compare,
With Blackthorn R.F.C.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he,
He called for his wife in the middle of the night,
And he called for his tailors three,
Now every tailor had a.very fine needle,
And a very fine needle,had he,
Stick it in and out, in and out, said the tailors,
Fiddle diddle dee diddle deee, said the fiddlers,
What merry merry men are we,
There1s none so ,fair as can compare,
With Blackthorn R.F.C.
The jugglers had two very fine balls
Throw your balls in the air.
The butchers had choppers
put it on the block, chop it off.
The barmaids had candles
pull it out, pull it out, pull it out.
The cyclists had pedals
Round and round, round and round.
The painters had brushes
wop it up and down, up and down.
The carpenters had hammers
3^ng away, bang away, bang away.
The surgeons had knives
cut it round the knob, make it throb.
The fishermen had rods
Mine is six feet long.
The coalmen had sacks.
Want it in the front or the back?

1 DON'T WANT TO JOIW THE ARfriY
Chorus:
I don*t want to join the army,
I don't want "to go to war,
I8d rather hang around Piccadilly Underground
Living off the earnings.of a high born lady
I don't want a bayonett up me area hole
I don't want me. buttocks shot away
For I'd rather stay "'in England
In merry merry England
And fornicate my bloody life away0
Monday"! touched her on the ankle9
Tuesday I touched her- on the 'knee*
On Wednesday afternoon, I grabbed her pantaloon.
Thursday I touched her on the thigh.
Friday I had fee hand upon. it„
Saturday I. gave it such a'twitch,
That on Sunday after supper,.
I rammed me upright up her
And now l8m paying 7/6 a week*
Call out the arpy and the navy
Call out the air corps and the reserves
Call out me mother.?
he sister and me brother,
But blisiy, don't call me9
Chorus;
THE VIRGIN STURGEON
Caviar comes from the virgin sturgeon,
The virgin sturgeon*s a very-fine fish,
The virgin dturgeoh needs no urgin8
That's why caviar is my dish#
I gave caviar to my girl friend,
She was a virgin tried and true,
Ever since she, had that caviar,
There ain'tf'nothing she won't do#
1 gave oayi.ar to my grandpa,
Grandptet '*:s aga Is ninety - three,
And next time. 1 saw grandpa,
Hasd' chased grandma up a tree*

My father was a lighthouse keeper,
Ho had; caviar- for his' tea,
He had throe children hy a mermaid*
Two wore kippers, one was me#
I gave caviar to my bow-wow
All the others" looked agog,
He had what those bitches'wanted,
Wasn't he a lucky dog?
Oysters are prolific bivalves,
Rear their young ones in their shell,
How they piddle is a riddle,
But tfc|ey do, so what the hell/
The female clam is optimistic,
Shoots-her egg's out in. the sea
She hopes her suitor as a shooter,
Hits the self-same spot as she*
SEVEN OLD LADIES
C\c dear, what can the matter be,
£v-\-.>o old ladies lacked in. the lavatory,.
'J ?:*.;*.; were thex;e from Smnday -to Saturday,
IkaV:..,;/ knew they were there.
Thoy said they were going to
have tea with the Vicar,
Thoy wont in together,
they thought it was quicker,
But: the lavatory door was a bit of a sticker-,
And the Vicar had tea all alone*
XI,.-> first was the wife of a deacon in Dover,
Arid & tough she wai known
as a bit of a rover,
She liked it so ira^h
&he thought she*d.stay over,
And nobody knew bhe vjaa there*
The noxt old lady was old Mrs# Bickle,
Sh'-; found hereof in a desperate pickle,
Shut in a pay Kooth, she hadnft a nickel,
And nobody know she 'was there*

The next was the
Bishop of Chichester1s daughter,
Who wont in to pass soma superfluous water,
She pulled on the chain
and,the-rising tide caught her,
And nobody knew she was there*
The next old lady was Abigail Humphrey,
Who settled inside to make herself comfy,
And then she found out
she could not get her bum free
And nobody knew she was there*
The next old lady was Elizabeth Spender,
Who was doing all right
8till a va.grant suspender
Got all twisted up in her feminine gender,
And nobody know she was there*
The last was a lady named Jennifer Trim,
She only oat down on a personal whim
But she somehow got pinched
twixt the cup and the brim,
And nobody knew she was there,
But another old lady was Mrse McSligh,
\iont in with a bottle to booze on the sly,
She jumped en the seat
and fell in with a cry,
And nobody knew she was there.
WHOREDEAN SCHOOL
We are from Whoredean, good girls arc we,
We take no pride in our virginity,
Wo take precautions, and avoid abortions,
For we are from Whoredean School
Chorus;
Up school, up school, up school,
Hey up school, shitI
Da , da ? da, da, da, da, da, da, da,
Pa ■ </\:a . -H* 6a t da $ da ^ da, da, da 0
Our ito*.\&e mispress, she ean*t T%:- bat
She lets us #.o talking in the street,
We sell our titties for threepenny bitties
Outside of Whoredean school.

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Our school nurse, she is a -beaut,
■Teaches us to swerve whan our boyfriends shoot,
It saves many marriages, and forced miscarriages,
For the' girls ' from Whoredean school.
Our school physician, we, call hint doc
You. ought .to see the size of his cock '
He puts it on the table, we stamp it with our label
OK for Whoredean school.
Our head prefect, her name is Jane,
She only wants it, now and again,
And again, and again, and .again,
And again.
Our gym teacher, he is a fool
He only has a* teeny weeny tool#
It's all right for keyholes, and little girlies peeholes
But not right"for Whored©an school.
Our school gardener he makes us drool,
You ought to see the size of his tool?
Itss all right for tunnels and Queen'Gary's funnels,
And just ^right for Whoredean school.
We" go to Whoredean, donf.t we have fun,
We know exactly., how it is done.
When we lie down, .we hole it in one,
For we are from Whoredean school.
We have a new girl, her name is Flo,
Kobody thought that she could have a go,
But she surprized .the Vicar, by raising him quicker,
Than anyone from Whoredean" school.
When we go.4own,to the sea for a swim,
The people, remark at? the size of our brim
You ca.n bet your', bottom' dollar,
* it1 s as big as' a -horses collar,
For we are from' Whoredean school* ■'

THE MGRTH ATLANTIC SQUADRON
For forty days and forty nights
We sailed the broad Atlantic,
And never to pass a piece of ass,
It drove us nearly frantic9
Chorus:
Away, away with fife and drum
Here we coee full of rum
Lookin8 for women who511 peddle
their bum
On the North Atlantic Squadron*
The cook she ran around the deck
The Captain he pursued her,
He caught her on the afterdeck
The dirty bastard screwed her*
The cabin boy, the cabin boy,
The dirty little nipper,
He filled his btim with bubble gum,
And vulcanized the skipper*
The cabin boy, the cabin boy
'• *.:.o dirty little nipper,
!'.:> filled his.ass with broken glass
And circurasized the skipper.
The Captain loved the cabin boy,
He loved him like a brother,
And every ni|>ht between the sheets
They cornholed one another*
The second mate did masturbate,
No prick was higher or wider
They cut off his cock upon a rock
For pissing in the cider*
In days of old when knights were bold,
And women weren0t particular,
They lined them up against the wall
And fucked them'perpendicular*
In days of old when men were bold,
And Ho^nnioc weren't invented,
7lyzy !*. ipod a ccck around their cock*
A.v-i bar es w^rc prevented*

Wefre off,5wofre off to Montreal,
We111 fuck the womeri
Wefll fuck, them-all,-
We811 pickle their cherries in alcohol,
On the' North Atlantic Squadron.
Thero was a whore from Montreal,
She spread her legs from wall to wall,
But all she got was sweet fuck all
From the North Atlantic Squadron.
There was a.whore from Singapore
Hung upside down inside a door,
And she was left
Split, worn, and sore
By the North Atlantic Squadron.
MY GOD HOW THE. MONEY ROLLS IN
My father xnakoB book on the corner,
My mother makes, illicit gin*
My sister sells kisses;, to ..sailors',
My God how the .money rolls in.
Chorus:
Rolls in, rolls,;in$- my -God
how the 'money rolls in, rolls in
Rolls in, rolls in^ my God
how the money rolls in.
My mother1s a bawdy house-keeper,
Every night "when the evening grows .dim,.
She hangs out a little red'lantern,
My God how the money'rolls' in.*
My cousin's a Harley .Street surgeon,
With instruments long,- sharp and thin,
He only does one operation,
My God how tho'.money- rolls in.
Uncle Joe is a registered plumber,
His business in. holes 'and in tin,
He'll plug yotir. .hole for a- tanner,.
My God h6w the" money rolls in.

My brother's a poor missionary,
He saves fa Hon women from sin9
Ho811 save you "a blonde for a guinea,
My God how the money rolls in0
My Grandacl sells cheap prophylactics,
And punctures the head ...with a pin,
For Grandma gets rich from abortions,
My God how the money rolls in.
My uncle is carving out candles,
From wax thai: is surgically 'soft,'
He hopes it* 11 fill up the gap
If ever his-business wears off*
My sister's a barmaid in Sydney,
For a shilling she811 strip to the skin,
She's stripping from morning to midnight,
My God how the money rolls in*
Hy aunt keeps a girls' seminary,
Teaching young girls to begin,
She doesn't say where they finish,
My God how the money rolls ine
I*ve lost all mo cash on the horses,
l?*m sick from the illicit gin,
l^m falling in love with my father,
My God what a mess I am in*
THE HARLOT OF JERUSALEM
In the days of old there lived a maid,
She was the mistress of her trade,
A prostitute of high repute
The harlot of Jerusalem.
Chorus:
Hi Ho Gathusalem, Gathusalem, Gathusalem
Hi Ho Gathusalem, the Harlot of Jerusalem
And though she fucked, for many a year
Of pregnancy she had no fear,
She -^-fished her passage out with beer,
The best in all-Jerusalem*

How in a hovel by the wall
A student lived with but one ball,
Who'd been through all , or nearly all
The harlots of Jerusalem.
One night returning from a spree
With ;C'ustoio&ry whore**lust he
liade up his mind to call and see
The harlot of, Jerusalem*
It was for her no fortune good,,
That he should need to -root his pud,
And chose her out of all the brood
Of harlots of Jerusalem,
For though he paid his women well,
This syphilitic spawn of hell9
Struck down each year and tolled the bell
For ten harlots of Jerusalem,
Forth from the'town he took the'slut,
For 'twas hie whim always to rut,
By the Salvation Army hut
Outside of Old Jerusalem.
With artful eye arid'-leering look,
He took.out from its filthy nook,
His organ twisted like a crook
The Pride of Old Jerusalem.
He leaned the whrro 3<';iin8t the slum
And tied her at: I Ixo V ^ and bum,.
Knowing where the «..*. ^:>'i v/ould come,
Upon the fair Cathuciaiura*
He seized the harlot by the ..bum,
And rattling like a Lewis' gun,
He sowed the seed of iiiany a son
Into the fair Gathusalem.
11 was a• eight: to_ make' you' sick
To hear 'him grunt so ■• fast and quick
While rending with his crooked prick
The womb- of fair Gathusalem.
Then up ^there came an Onanite,
With warty prick besmeared' with shite,
He'd sworn that he would goal that night
The harlot of Jerusalem.

He loathed the act.of copulation,
For his delight was masturbation*
And with a spurt of cruel elation
Ho saw the whore Cathusalem*
So when he saw the grunting pair*
With roars of rage he rent the air9
And vowed that he would soon take care
Of the harlot of Jerusalem*
Upon the earth he found a stick
To which he fastened half a brick
And took a swipe at the mighty prick
Of the student of Jerusalem,
He seized.the bastard by his crook,
Without a single furious look
And flung him over £>dron*s brook
That babbles past Jerusalem,
The student gave a furious roar
And rushed to even up the score,
A\7d with his svoii.on cock did bore
The cunt of Cathusalema
/'^d reeling full'of rage and fight
>' . pushed the bastard Onanite,
i\'-i rubbed his face in Cath*s shite
T.'xo foulest in Jerusalem,
C^thusaloa she knew her part
S..O closed her eyes and blew a fart,
Vn:\t sent hin flying like a dart,
Right over Old Jerusalem,
i\r,c\ burring like a bumble bee
ho ~ J.ow *:t"r^ip,ht out towards the sea,
But caught his asshole in a tree,
That grows in Old Jerusalem,
And to thio. day you still can see
HiB asshole hanging from that tree,
Let that to you a warning be
When passing through Jerusalem
And when the moon is bright and red,
A cact:ra*:ed form sails overhead,
£:..sta"^ rehiring curses on the head
C; Lao Li'.rlot of Jerusalem,

THE. GOOD SHIP VENUS
Aboard the good ship Venus
By God? you should have seen us
'With a maidenhead of a whore in bed
And a mast of a rampant penis.
Chorus:
Frigging in the rigging,
Wanking on the planking,
Masturbating-on the grating
There was- fuck all else to do.
The cabin boy's name was Chipper
A randy little nipper
He filled his ass with broke glass
Aiid circumcised the skipper,
The captain's wife was Charlotte
Born and bred a harlotte
Her thighs at night: were lilly white
3y morning they were" scarlet
The captain's daughter Mabel
Was young and fresh and able
To fornicate .with-the -second mate
Upon the chartrooiB table.
The captain's youngest daughter
Was washed into the water
Screams and squeels revealed that eels-
Had found her "sexual quarters.
The shir's dog9s name was rover
Wo hoiked that poor'.thing over:;
Ar*d ; ruiind and ground that faithful hound
From Tbi tor in .to-Dover..
The cook's name waa Freeman
"By God he was a demon ■
Ho fed the crew on menstrual stew
And hymens fried in ■semen
The first mate's name was Hopper
By God he had *a whopper
Twice round the deck, once round his neck
And up hi8 ass.a8.a" stopper.
One seaman named 0'Mailey
He didn't dilly dally,
He shot his bolt with such a jolt
He whitewashed half the galley.

The Boatswain.'.s name was Lester,
He was a hymen tester,
Through hymens thick ho shoved his prick
And left it there to fester*
A 'homo was the Purser,
He couldn't have been worser,
With all the crew he had a screw,
Until they yelled:M0h no air0s?
The captain of this lugger
He was a dirty- bugger
He wasn't .fit to shovel shit
From one place to another*
The captain8s name was Morgan
0. Lord he, was- a -o.-gr.-::
Ten times a day .v«- ~. r •^znes he'd play
Upon his sexual ojc r^r*
The end of this narration
Came in jufoula^.^
For they sunk ■;*•/,. ;r*Ar.Jz in a sea of spunk,
Caused by mutual masturbation*
.:::ei?nacle Bill Viio 3^1 lor
■ /r}°18., .^hat knocking.....atm myp door?
w!io^V^hat*''knocking at my~ door?
\'fto*s that knocking'at my door?
;/;-iid i:ho fair young maiden*
iJ i;2J3^ri£L ^oor you dirty whore,
Said BarnacFe Bill the sailor0
Cpen the door you dirty whore,
Said Barnacle Bill the sailor.
Oh what is it that you want?
Lie on your back and open your crack,
What's that running down my leg?
It's only a drop that missed the spot#
What if I should have a child?
We811. dig a ditch and bury the bitch*
Wfcrtt: if. we should go to jail?
"/! ■■.,! &—Ing my cock and break the lock0
What if my Ma should find out?
If she'll agree we'll make it three*

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These Foolish Things Remind Me-of You"
Two tons of titty in a loose -brassiere,
A twat that twitches like a moose9s ear,
Ejaculations in my beer,
These foolish things remind me of- you*
A fresh raped'.virgin on a- marble slab,
A toothless blow«job in a taxi cab*
The pus that coses from your vaginal scab,
These foolish things remind me of"' you.
Naked photographs-.-of   Liberace,
The fragrant odor of  your rotten crotchy,
Syphlitic sores that  make your face- so blotchy,
These foolish things  remind me of you*
A bloody Kotex in a toilet bowl,
DingLeberries in your brown asshole,
A pubic hair upon my breakfast roll,
These foolish, things remind me of you#
A pool of blood beside a dying whore,'
A moldy douchbag on a- bar room floor,
I got her cherry, she was 94,
These foolish things remind me of you*
A bishop farting,at.his first high mass,
A lisard knocking off a piece of ass,
A quivering cunt"that°s full of broken glass,
These foolish, things remind me of you*
A pile of turds upon the'ball room-.floor,
A prostitute that-yells 'for more, • more, more,
An aged cunt that's- like a big trap door,
These foolish things remind me of you*
A baby packing pa- a pubic, hair,.
A coci/\ f-inking on the back hall stair,
A cuni. s;.iJ5 t:orn beyond r-:epairr
These r'coiJ sh things .remind ma.; of you*
A pubescent piglet- at the.junior prom,
An upset, stomach when 1 ate your mom,
Slipped sperm deposited in your palm,
These foolish things remind me of you*
The rugby party in the old hayloft,
The players cheering, as you sucked me .off, ■
A hot white s.tream, the-Via? t th^t -ma.de joq cou^h,
These'foolish things remind me df you*

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That toothless smile when you roach your peak,
Gonhorrea and a shot last week,
A fresh blown .boog.er on an asses cheek,
These foolish things remind me of you,
Steaming somen and a Lorna Doone,
Farts from your ass playing a catchy tune*
Gunnilingua aided with a spoon,
These foolish things remind me of you*
Infected pimples looked like rosy rubies,
Symmetric stretch marks 'round your sagging boobies,
You picked your nose, and licked off all the goobies,
These foolish things remind me of you*
Head up my asshole.and yon had to sneeze,
Your flaxen triangle that harbored fleas,
Your recipe for mellow fumunda cheese,
These foolish things remind me of you*
A rust5^ dildo gave you quite a shock,
Me stopped the bleeding"with an old sweat sock,
Aborted fetus pickled in a crock-,
These foolish things remind me of you*
Sunday trips to the Milwaulee eoo,
You blew a tiger and a kangaroo,
Jacked**off a bear, your hair was filled with goo,
These foolish things remind me of you.
The tempting orifices in your nose,
Gooey breakfast from between your toes,
The soiled crotch of your panty hose,
These foolish things remind me of you*
Whipped cream and the butterfly flick,
Ding1eberrios fondued on a stick,
Prophylactics dried upon my prick,
These foolish things remind me of you*
No FDS to stop the odor from it,
Loose gooey bowels shot out like,Haley0s Comet,
Two sweetheart straws, a glass of day old vomit,
These foolish things remind me of you*

Roll Ke Cver
Now this is number 1   and yherf^ kff.frlffi
Roll me over? lay me  down and do it  again$
Roll'me over, in the  clover
Roll me over, lay me  down and do it  again*
2 4and my.hand is on Iter shoe
3 and my hand-is on .her knee
4 and I^m really hot 'for more
5 and my hand is .on her thigh
6 and Ifm really in a fix'
7.. and 1 feel like l8m in heaven
S-and the-doctor1b at the gate
9 and the ,baby*s doing fine
10 and it5a time to start again
MOTHER
M is for the many times you made me
0 is for the other times you tried
T is for the tourist cabin weekends
,H is. for the hell you raised inside
S is for the.everlasting passion
R is for the wreck you made of me
Put that all together, they spell hother
And that is what you made of me#-
The Sexual Life of a- Camel
The sexual life of a camel
is stranger than anyone thinks*
At the height of the mating season
he -tries to bugger the sphinx
Sut the sphinxes posterior orifice
is clogged by the sands of the Nile
Which accounts - for the hump, on.the camel
and the sphinxes inscrutible smile*
Singing rump tittie tittie
rump tittie tittie tittie rump
Lurftp tittie tittie rump tittie-tittie ay.I
.Sinking :cnmp tittie tittie
ru>:y ;:: L'tio tittie tittie rump
The a,1'. :,.;\'.o ir hero to 8tay
For ir/. '" <! ' queers together
' e- r'^ */e * -> «p round in pairs
Yes we * z, o a 11 q v e<_er: together
excuse un while we go up stairs*

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Through the process of syphiligation
from the anthrapoid ape down to man
It is coixittonly known that the navy
has -buggered what over it can
But recent extensive researches
by Darwin, Hurley and Hall
Has conclusively shown that tho hedgehog
•■ has never boon buggered at all*
Well they've done it at Oxford and Cambridge
They've done it at Harvard and Yale
They've successfully buggered tho hedgehog
by shaving the spines off it's tale..
The Engineer's Song
After each line the chorus chimes:
A rum tittie, rum tittle, rum tittie, rum
The engineer told mc before he died
And I've no reason to believe that he lied
He had a wife with a cunt so wide
That she could not be satisfied.
So ho built a bloody great wheel
vi'ith bcil 1b of bra as and a prick of steel
The balls of brass he filled with cream
And the whole bloody issue was powered by steam
He placed his wife upon the bed
And tied her legs behind her head
Tele set the machine in a position to fuck
And wished his wife the best of luck
Round and. round went tho bloody great wheel
And in and out went the prick of steel.
Up and Up went the level of steara
And Dox-m and Down "W^rit the level of cream
"Until at last his wife she cried
"Enough, enough I'm satisfied^
!<!ow tfo come to' the tragic bit
There was no way of stopping it
She was split from ass to tit
And the whole bloody issue was covered with shit
How wo cento to- the part that's grim
It jumped off her and jumped on him ■
Kino months later a child was born
'KFith balls of brass and a big steel horn
A rum!

■ Cats on-, The Rooftops
When you wake up in the morning
and yodt-G .fooling rather .grand*
And you8ve got a; funny .feeling in your'
seminary, gland,
If you haven't- got; a woman
Wihats. the matter with your, hand?
As you ravel in the joys masturbation
Chorus:
Gats, on the rooftops-, cats on .the' tiles
Cats with syphalus, cats with piles,
Cats with their assholes, reamed in smiles.
Ae. thoy revel in the joys of fornication*
The regimental sergeant major leads
a miserable life,
He -caast afford a mistress and
he doesn8t have a wife,
So ho:- puts it up the bottom.
of the regimental Fife.
As he revels in the joys of fornication.
When you find yourself in springtime
with .a surge- of sexual joy
And your wife has got the rag on
and your, daughter6 s rather coy,
Then jam it up -the backside of your
favorite choir boy'
As you revelj in the joys of fornication.
Long legged' curates grind like :goats
Pale faced spinsters shag like Stoats
And -the.whole damn world stands by and gloats.
As they revel in the joys-of fornication.
The donkey is a lonely bloke
He hardly ever gets=a poke
But when he does, he lets it soak.....
The oyster is a paragon of purity
And voti can't tell the." hs from the she
3ut he can tell, and so can she«
A thousand verses , they all rhyme
To sit and sing them seems a crime.
%Jhon wj could better■■ spend our time.
Roveling in the joys of fornication.

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This next- song is called Hellie 8Awkins, I don't
know why*
■Nellie 'Awkins
She wore no blouses and 1 wore no trousers,.
And oho wore no underclothes,
And when see caressed no, She-damn near undressed me$
Xt5s a thrill that no one knowe#
1 went to the doctor, He said 2Where did ya block fer?H
I said. "Down where the green grass grows.1'
He said, nQuick as a twinkle
The pimple on your winkle ■
'Will be bigger than a red, red roee,H
The Bastard King of England
Minstrels sing of an English king
sTwas many a year ago
How he ruled the land with an iron hand
Though his rriind was weak and slow#
He used to chase the., bounding stag
Through the royal wood.
He was also exc ceding ly- fond
Cf pulling the royal pud#
His only needed garment
was a woolen undershirt
Withtwhich he tried to hide his hide
But Ae couldn't hide the'dirt#
Chorus:
He was fourth fat and full  of fleas
And his tc^lMc tool hur»;;   f"cwn to his knees#
God blean t..:.a bac^ard la a:,  cf .England.
Tho 3pan5 <i m*o<~;i waj * f*v j£\tely dame
An enoraciuJ dan.-; vc>z) Dho,
Sho loved to play with hio majesty's tool
3o far aerogo tho soa#
She sent an invitation
3y special messenger
Asking" his royal potentate
To spend three months with her*
When King Phillip heard of this ■
He swore to all his court
Ah, she prefers me rival
Because my horn is short,

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Chorus:
So he* Bent ^ho Puke of- ayphiIlls chap
To give the Queen a dose of clap
Which didnft*do eld England any harm,
When the news of this foul 6 >od
Reached old -Winds or ^s wall
Tho King, he ■ swore by tbo- shirt he wore
He would 'eat King' Phillip's bails,
So- he offered half" his Kingdom
And'the hand'of Queen Hortence'
To any man among them
Who would nut the King of France,
So tho noble Duke of Shorbrook
He betook himself to France
And said he was a fluter-
So the King took down his pants,
Chorus:
Around h±& prorv- h„ ^ip^od a tong
Then mounted hi a horse n1 galloped along
And took hira to tho basvard King of England,.
The King threw t /> hi a breakfast
And fainted to the floor
For on the ride, the Frenchman1s pride
Had stretched a yard or more,
How all the English ladies
Game down from London town
And took .one look at■the Frenchman* s tool
And said to hell with the English crown*
Chorus:
The King of France upsired the throne
The sextor was a royal'-bone
With which he crowned the bastard King of England.,
Hitler
Hitler, has only got one ball
Goorinp'G got two but they5re both small
Hin.T:iierfo are somewhat similar
3ut fooe old Goeboi's got no balls .at'all,

The Rebels Salute
Oh Viet Hani is the kind of sham
That Miscon gets his kicks on
And Capital Hill is the kind of hill
that people, can get sick on
Ifd like to screw Spiro Agnew
With a dildo-made of brass on
And the presidents flag is the kind of rag
That a sane man wipes his ass on*
Ch whit3 and black is the kind of hack
That Wallace gets hie kicks on
For what 1 mean they should quaronteen
States below the Mason Dixon
And I'd like to pee on Robert E Lee
With his goddamn grey black brass on
And the rebel flag is the kind of rag
That a Yankee wipes his ass on*
Tho Pope
There1 s a place that's far over the ocean
With a man ^ho has got a groat notion
And he is. the worlds greatest hope
He's Giovanni Montini the pope
Chorus:
Giovanni Baptiste Hontini
He lives in'the Vaticannini
He's Italian he doesn't use soap
He's Giovanni Montini the pope
An athinot trisd to distract him
Ho don't evon lot it upnet him
He just ^aken a rlgn on his chest
Letn his bor.^ ^'^> * ike care of the rest
Cli the she"" * v-'\ n vr: •"nrooriie
Giovanni $ '•"                    J
For he kn * 'J.i~ , : ^* '* '* ;ver quibble
With a man ~/ie .^ luCai i^i^l 3
Giovanni Baptiute Kontini
He.lives in the vaticannini
He's Italian he doesn't smoke dope
He's Giovanni Hontini you know who I meanie :
the one/with the beanie • Giovanni Montini the

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Our ia-by-Bled'Last Hight
Cnr "baby died last night
It lived but 40 hotricn
And it cost a hun<>?od drliars
It was a lovi&ey rj»<- ??/ nry^ay
Xt8s head had burner re ruush
It squshed betw^Tn rcy* fin :>erf3
It58 little blood ^till lingers
It warB a leusey baby anyway
Althe^h he tried to bito us
Lor** \..z died just to spite us
Cf spiral ronlnritus
Uas a icusoy baby anyway
so wa ate it
whole!
Fight'for Liberation
In the draft board la are we sit
Covered e9er with Nixon shit
While Australians turnin* Agnew's dirty bills
And the people as' they pass
They shove i,olvin up our ass
So I guess wefvo had'our god damn fuckin1'fill
Chorus
Fight fight fight for liberation
Break break break the social scheme
We will drag the bastards down
And we511 grind them in the ground'
And replace them with a working class regieme
Ch wef 11 send the firing squad
After Cardnal 5pellmanss god
McHamara' he will be the next in line
Then we511 pump some LSD
Into Jackie Kennedy
And we111 make her fuck .the workers overtime
Then we* 11 get a bloody rope
And we'll hang the fucking pope
And we'll burn the Cistins chapel-
Then we111 turn our' tonsr-y ' guns
On the screaming ravaged nuns
And the peoples voice will be the
If you hate the working class
3ut yousd like to save your ass
Then you better give your mon^y to the poor
Cr we'll sell your mother twat
To a sailor on your yacht
And we111 turn your favorite daughter to a whore*
to' the ground
only sound

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Those last four songs are from the pen of Pat Sky who
is one of the sickest people ever to inhabit the earth,
Shine Your Buttons with Brasso
Ky father's a lavetry cleaner
Ho cleans them by day and hy night
And when he comes homo in the evening
Hofs covered all ovor with.,.
Chorus
Shine your buttons with brasso
It's only throe ha ponce a tin
You can buy it or whip it front Hoolworths
But 1 don't think they've got any in*
And when it" case f round to Christmas
Ho gave my ma ma a big fright
For instead of bringing her chocklets
Ho brought hor a box full of , #m
Sen:o say that ho died of a feavor
Some say that ho died of a fit
3ut I knew vory woll what he died of
rlo died frcm the soell of the • ♦•
&cr:\~) say that ho'e burried in a graveyard
Soi?-e say that he's burried in a pit
But 1 know very well what he0 a burried in
He's burried in six feet of .. #
Lot lie Lick Your Vulva
Let :..::.o lick your vulva I'm in love with you
Lot no squoose your nipples gtill theyfre black and blue
Let 3zo lick your puasie ftill it's filled with gue
Lot mo lick your vulva I'm in love with you
Let no lick your vulva I'm in love with you
Let rzo bite your clit until your dripping dew
Let ;zo fuck your ass hole 'till you love me too
Let me lick your vulva I'm in love with you
Li on J
Lion?
Fuck the lion!
You'd fuck a lion?
I'd fuck the lion's mother$
You must be a lion mother fucker#

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Blinded 3y Turds
There was an old lady who lived in our town
Whoso asshole was stuffed with a groat smelly brown
She took a largo dose without reading the box
And' before she could strip turds were flying like rocks
Chorus
Singing tur.ra la tur ra la tur ra la lay
oho"ran to the window and stuck out her ass
Whan just at that moment a. stranger did pass
Ho smellod a strong fart settle down on that place
When a fucking big turd hit him right in the face
Ho ran to the east and he ran to the west
When a fast flying turd hit him right In the chejt
He ran to. the north and he ran to the south
When another big' turd hit him right In the mouth
So next time you walk out be caroful of shit
.Look out where you walk and don5t step in it
And pity the poor-beggar whose sign bears these words
I an:; an old man who was blinded' by turds
And ae you pans by please contribute a bit
To the sorrowful old fellow who was blinded by shit,
I gave her inches, one inches otm
I gave her inches one Inches one
1 gave her Inches OBS Bia® Bald baby,,ithxto,iiIsii ,fun
Put your belly next to nine and" drive it on
Two baby this won*t do
Three babe your teasing me
Four baby I want more
Five baby itss alive
Six baby this is kiscs
Seven baby l2n in heaven
v%! f>
JLfaLll*
h.t baby this is great
Mine baby this-is fine
tan ■ 'babe ,let8s come again
eleven baby this Is heaven
twelve baby this Is hell
put your peter In your pants and drive me home

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He Sails- At All
Ch listen my children a -atcry you811 hoar
A song I will sing yon tfwill fill you with cheer
A charming young maiden wae woe! in tho fall
She married a man t^io had no balls at all
Chorus
Ho ball
She'd married a'man who had no balls 'at all
Ho balls at all9 nc bcAIs at all
The night of tho wedding she jumped into bod
Hor breasts were a heaving her legs were wall spread
She reached for his penis his penis was small
She reached for hio balls he had no balls at all
Oh mother dear mother oh what shall I. do?
I've married a" man who's unable to screw
For many long years I've evaded the call
Tc marry a man who's got no balls at all
Oh mother dear mother .oh what shall 1 do?
ly troubles are many my pleasures are few
How did you over allow me to fall
For this son of a bitch who's got no balls at all?
Ch daughter dear daughter now don't feel so sad
I had the same trouble with your' dear old dad
There are lots of yovng men who111 come at the call
Cf the wife of the Hian'who'e got no balls at all
How the daughter ohe followed her mother's advice
And she found the proceedings exceedingly nice
A Bovon pound baby was born^in the fall
But the poor little bastard had no balls at all#
Born In A Whorehouse
(beautiful Dreamer)
Born in a whorehouse raised like a slave
Drinking and fucking are all that 1 crave
Smashing in windows breaking down doors
Galling old ladies chiekonshit whores
Little old lady bring me a toddy
I want to go out and fuck everybody
Kothor S
Mother?
Fuck■your mother S
Youfd fuck my mother?
1f d.fuck your mother1s mother S
Then you must be a grand mother fucker I

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Here's a fine trio of songs: the first two being
particularly popular as they are traditionally sting
to someone who has- botched the verse of another song*
He.Ought to be Publicly Pissed On
Ho ought to be publicly pissed on
Ho ought to be publicly shot
And left in a' public urinal
To lay 'there and fester and rot*
Hiim, hint j fuck him I
Why Was Ho Born So Beautiful?
Why was he born so beautiful?
Why was ho born at all?
He8s no fucking good to anyono9
Hofs no fucking' good at all*
Him , him, fuck himi
The. Whores of San Pedro
The whores of San Pedro are older than God.
And their boards dangle down past their tits,
But one mighty pump of their ponderous rump
Will grind your poor pecker to bits*
Chorus
Well here1s to the whores of San Pedro
That marvelous fucking machine»
And if I had my way,-you could see them today,
On the cover- of Time magazine*
Roll Your Leg Over
Chorus
Oh roll your leg over, oh roll your leg over,
Roll your leg over the man in the moon*
1 wish all.the girls were like fish in the ocean,
If 1 were a sperm whale, I'd show them the motion*
1 wish all the girls were like fish in the pool,
And 1 woro .a shark with -a waterproof tool*
1 wish all the girls wore like fish in a brookie,
If 1 were a trout, well I'd get me some nookio*
1 wish all the girls were cows in the pasture,
If I were a bull, I'd fill them with rapture.
1 wish all the girls were like mares in the stable,
And 1 were a stallion, I'd show them I'm able.

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I wish all the girls wore like bricks in a pile,
And I wore a mason, I'd lay them in stylo,
1 wish all the girlo wore like little rod foxes,
If I were a hunter,"I'd shoot up their boxes.
I wish all the girls wore like bells in the tower,
If 1 wore a sexton, I'd bang on the hour,
I wish all the girlo were like bats in the steeple,
.If I were a bat, there1d bo more bats than people,
I wish all the girls were like trees in the forest,
If I were a woodsman, I'd split their clitoris,
1 wish all the girls were like little white rabbits,
If 1 were a hare, I'd teach them'bad habits,
I wish all the girls were like gals down in Sidney,
I ain't got much loft, But I still got one kidney,
1 wish all the girls were like B 29ss
If I were a jet, I'd busz their behinds,
I wish all the girls were like diamonds and rubies,
If I were a jeweler, I'd polish their boobies,
1 wish all the girls were like coals on the stoker,
If 1 were a fireman, I'd shove them my poker,
I -ivish all the girls wore .like little white kittens,
Aftd I were a tomcat, I'd make them new fittings,
X.wish all the girls were like blind little moles
Igd find Li?o'ir ourxows and fill up their holes,
I wish all t \^ rz\jis were up for improvement,
I'd give t,ho.. ,o;-:u Lolp \#ith my ball-bearing movement,
1 wish all the :vfI1'- vjoto like wheels on a car,
And 1 were a pi . ".\i, Uo'd go twice as far,.
I wish all the .alo wore like rushes a~growing
I'd take out my scythe and set out a«mowing.,
I wish all the girls were like statues of Venus,
And I were a man with a petrified penis,
There's some who would hide than, conceal thorn or bind
thorn
But hide or forbid, I'm the kid who would find them,
If all them girls were singing this song,
It'd be twice as f 5 Ithy and ten times as long,

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Hi Id West Show
Chorus
Wefre off to Bee the wild west show,
The elephants and the kangaroo»oo«oo
£To matter what the weather,
As long as we're together,
Wofro off to see the wild west show*
Caller
In this corner, ladies and gentlemen we have the Shark
Chorus
Fantastic , incredible, what, the bloody fuck is the
Shark?
•Caller
Tho Shark* ladies and gentlemen, is the only fish in the sc
sea that eats seamen«
Giraffe the only animal in the world that can walk
into a bar and truthfully say,ssThe highballs-are on rae.11
Mathematical Impossibility The girl who was eight
before she was seven*
Crangutang an animal that has one ball made of brass
and one ball-made of steel, and as he swings thru the
trees, the only sound you can hear is Q-rang~u~tangl
Q*»rang*»u~tang l
Queer-Indian he was a"brave fucker#
Tattooed- Lady has an.. "M" tattooed on one ass cheek and
an-'1"!*!19 tattooed on the other ass cheek, and when she bends
over it spells "MOM" , and when she does somersaults it
spells WOW MOM WCW"
The other tattooed lady has Merry Christmas tattooed
on one thigh, and Happy New Year tattooed on the other
thigh, and she111 be glad to have you come up between
the holidays.
Vanishing Bird a tiny'bird with no defenses whatsoever,
so when pursued by its1 enemies, it flies in ever-
decreasing concentric circles until it vanishes up its1
own asshole; from which safe but insolubrious position
it hurls shit and defiance at its' pursuers,
Fagowee 'Tribe a tiny pigi^y tribe that are only three
feet tall, and they IJve JLn the five foot .tall grass-
lands • of * deepest,' darkest Africa* And all day long,
they go running around yelling "Where the fuck are we?s?
Color of the ground at Custerfs Last stand white •cause
thosQ Indians kept comin and comin and comixi

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Station Wagon a -.very deceptive vehicle it is bigger
than most people think* It's bo big that you can get
ate in the front seat and sixty~nisio in the back*
The perverted furnature salesman was recently locked
tap by the alert iimbler poline force for attempting to
sell a blood stained sofa as a period piece.,
The migitrapachee was the only Indian ever kicked out
of the Chickowi tribe because all of his scalps had
holes in them*
The cross between the Chineese 'and the French girl
1 don't know what she is but if you take her home with
you she eats your laundry*
The crops between the prostitute and the peanut butter
sandwich she's the only piece of tail that sticks to
the roof of your mouth,
The queer bear he laid his paw on the table,
.The homosexual spider he's always trying to play with
another spiderf s fly *
The horny mouse The horny■mouse is the. most oversexed
creature in the jungle* One day it was prowling through
the jungle, homy as hell, when it spied an elephant
and proceeded to hump it* While the mouse was working
away, the elephant happened to step on a thorn* (all
the while- being completely unaware of the mouses
'struggles) and let out a loud bellow to which the mouse
replied,^Suffer, you bastard*13
The porcupine is the only animal in the x^orld with
40,000 pricks* Ec you can't take him home with you
Eiadam*
The winkywanky bird is an unusual creature* His fore-
skin is attached to his eyelids so that when he winks
he wanks and when he wanks he winks* Please don't throw
sand in his eyes boys*
The polar bear lives in the middle of an iceburg* At
the^north end of the ice island the English ladies keep
their English school, at the south end of the island,
the French ladies keep their french school, and the
polar boar in the middle keeps his private school*
The Crocigator is the only animal with the head of a
crocidile at ono end and the head of an alligator at the
other end of his body* This makes him the meanest animal
in the world* How dooe He <*b-s 1? for*v>*r ck> you think
makes him no- moan?

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The- ^ch'-ah bird. _is a ntrango little creature* The
hale of tho cpocion liven at the north,polo and the
female at tho couth pclc# Around'and around they fly
and never tho twain do :poot# But every leap year both
is ox on migrate toward'tho equator whore. they neat with
tho characteristic cry c£ *'ooh«ah ooh-ah
The ohnonut2 ;,bird ^ is distinguished by tho peculiar
Btru6tui?i 'of 'its scrotal nac,'which being oooe three
foot long as conparod to the overall size of tho bird
itself (being only ocrae 5 % inches) is pocular indeed*
Anyway, this "bird flies around the world, never tiring
day after day,, until finally it oust out of sheer fatigue
•corae'in for a landing, which indeed it'does with the
cry of oh me nuts oh me nuts
The Siberian Snow Leopard The only 600 pound pussy
that will eat you*
Tho dentist tho only person who gets paid'to put his
tool in 3?our oouth*
The 3?irst Troop rugger the only guy who can date a
girl for six long months and not even get to hold her
hand* So one night he gets all hio courage together
and as he is going up to her door Bays f?How about a
good night fuck baby?*3 to which she replied ^Alright,
good night fuck*"^ ■
The Doy lee town rugger tho only guy who can go to bod,
have a wot droan, and wake up with the crabs.
The Boyloetown ogotiot
hio prick that ho wrote
10 inches11 " under which
nGee between the two of
The Blackthorn rugger every, time this guy goes over
t.e hio woman8 r> place for a fuck'he ...pole vaults in
through the bedroom window*
The toten polo Yob folks- the totem polo* Didn8t you
ever wonder why an Indian wore a jock strap*
V/oll thio guy was so proud of
on the bathroom wall "I'vg got
a Blackthorn rugger had written
us we've got a full yard"

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Ich Bin j^ueiker
Ich bin raueiker
Von don Vaterlander
Ich 'kann-spielen
Was kann spielen?
Auf uioinor^viola vip vio viola, vio vio viola
vio,vio violaf vio vio viola,
Auf moiner trumpeta ba ruiap bum bum bum bum bum ba 4x
ls M piano pia pia piano 4x
taiabarino ba ba ba ba ba ba ba 4x
telephone alio alio alio alio 4x
picalo pica pica picalo 4x
pantalo a zooo a zoom azoom a zoom 4x
Here are two versions of the same song. We usually
don't try to confuse you but those both have firm
roote in tradition. Tho first is tho English version
and the second the Amorlean version.
Rod Wing
There onco was an Indian miss
Who went down to the river for a piss
When a man in a punt
He grabbed her by the cunt
And he says my dear what's this?
She oaid at half-past nine
When the moon comes out' to ohine
We can have a little cunt
In the bottom of the punt
For tho sake of auld lang sine.
When it came to the crucial hour
She blossomed like an evening flower
With blissful sighs
He straddled her thighs
And he raramod it homo with fire.
When it came to the crucial point
Her womb he did annoint
Ke had ridden like a steed
And he spent his seed
And- his knob caee out of Joint.

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How the organ at tho end of his thing
They tied it up with string
And it looks quito quaint
With some alabinla paint
And a boll that goes ting a ling a ling
Mow they ofton have a little bit of cunt
Atf night in irho bottom' of tho punt
But she laughs liko ho 11
At tho ringin1 of the boll
And tho knob that's back-to front
Row. :thoy both have diod
Sore but- satisfied
Whore -a. statue was built
Of a prick on a tilt
And an orifice four foot wido
Ch I love a lassio a bonnie black madrassie
She's as black as tho coal that's burnt in hell
As oho wanders- thru tho bundoo
With hor ""f ingors up her cundoo
Tryin' to appreciate tho smell*
Red Wing
There once was an Indian maid
And she was sore affraid
That soxao, buckordo would put it up hor coo
As she laid sleeping in the shade
So she had an idea grand
She filled it up with sand (true grit).
So no buckeroo could ram it up her coo
And reach the prosisod land
Ch the moon shines bright on pretty red wing
As she lay sleopin* a cowboy creepin'
With his one good" eye he was a peepin'
He hoped'to reach the promised land
Mow lie was a cowboy wise
He g<) t v " or ? * '-vr in! J ^ho
T'l±th c<i v ;u •. / ■ • - f- Cot
Cn 1'^e '-i\ • < < *'\ t . /ot
He mo ,^ k 5- ? ^*1 vri- ^ open up her eyes
But v/ij^i . ," *' I '- ? .. to life
She gra. ??>' t i. \s ^c\rl e knif e
t/ith or^^ y: • * \ t,< .^s
This ind5.au Lass shortened his love life
Ch the raoon shines bright on pretty red wing
As she lay snoring two balls adorning
And no longer do the boys go a whoring
And red wing's happy all her life.

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Those .next, two songs wore collected at the Philadelphia
Folk Festival at a bawdy song workshop*
An Almost Dirty Song■
There once wae a farmer, sat on a rick
The whole clay he spent just-waving his**
pitchfork and shovel at each goose and duck
While the schoolmistress taught us a new way to **
Educate our children to read and to write
While the boys in the farm yard wore shoveling the**
t-uck from the barn and the biro
•While the lord of the mansion was pulling hie.*
Horse from the stable to go to a hunt
His wife in her boudoir was polishing her**
Hose from an alabaster box
Reflecting no doubt on her last dose of,#
measles*
Paul the Horse
There was a maid and she lived on the hill
Chorus: La dee la dee la dee lo
She had good beer.and 'ale for to sell
Chorus: la dee lo la. dee lo la dee la dee la dee lo
She had a daughter her name was Sis
She kept her home to welcome her guests
There came a trooper riding by
Ho called for drinks and ale hey! hi I
When one pint was done well he called for another
He kissed the daughter before the mother
When night came on to bed they went
It was with the mother's own concent
Quote she,"What is this so stiff and warm?53
"It's Paul ray nag, ho will do you no harm*"
"And what's this br«5 har\:o un-Jor his chin?13
"It5 a the bag thai: Fa1;! pi;Co his blunder in*"
Quote hc,"l/hat is lUioY"* quote sho*"'Tis'a well*"
"ilhere boy or nag i-rx;\ drink his fill*"
"But what if xay rm^ miou'ld chance to slip in?"
"Grab a hold of the grass that grows on the brim*"
"But what if the grass should chance to fail?"
"Shove him in by the head, pull him out by tho teti.1*1*

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This is another version of An Almost Dirty Song
brought to us by Dennis QfBrien,
Suzanne Was A Lady
Suzanne was a lady with plenty of class
Who knocked; the boys dead when she wiggled her,*
Eyes at-"the fellows as girls sometimes do
To make it quite plain that:she wanted to,,
Go for a walk or a stroll through the grass
Then hurry back homo for a nice piece of
Ice cream and cake and a piece of roast duck
And after each meal she was ready to,,
Go for a walk or a stroll on the dock
With any yoimg man with a sizable,,
Roll of green bills and a pretty good front
And if :ho talked fast enough, she would show him her,,
Little pet dog who8s subject to fits,
And maybe let him grab hold of her,,
Little white hand with a movement so quick
Then she'd lean over and tickle his,,
Chin while she showed what she once, learned in France
And asked the poor fellow-to take off his,,
Coat while she sang 5S0ff the Mandalay Shore13
For whatever she was, Suzanne was no,, bore,
Will You Marry Me
If uIn give, you i ha If.....a < crown-
fJXTT^bTi pull your knickers down
Will yotFlaarry? marry "marry marry
Will you marry me?
In Falsetto:
If you give ne half a crown
I won't, pull my knickers down
I wonat ST^rry, ru-cry marry marry,
I won3t oarry you0
Ed/Hote; change just the first two lines with
If- I. give you half a note
Can I:- stuff it down your throat
If. I give you a dime of grass
Can I shove it. up your ass
If I give you an ounce of pot
W ill y ou. let me . twi sty our twa t
If 1 give you a red rose
Can I stuff it up your nose

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If I give you fish and chips
Will you let me suck your tits
If I give you a shot of gin
Will you let mo fill your brim
If I give you a pint of boor
Will you piss it in'my ear
Juet to prove that I'm sincere
Let mo stick it in your oar
(the girl has denied.all of these propositions ad* note)
If I give you my big chest
And all the money that I. possess
Will you marry*marry,marry,marry,
Will you marry me?
If you give me your big chest
And all the money that you possess
I will marry, marry§ marry, marry,
1 will marry you*
Ho Ho Ho
You think your pretty funny*
You don't want me*
You want me fuckin1 money*
The Highland Tinker
The lady of the manor
Was preparing for tho ball,
When sho saw tho highland tinker,
Jacking off against tho wall*
Chorus:
With his bloody groat kidney wiper
And his balls tho bxzo of throe
And a yard and a half of foreskin
Hangin* down below his knees
Hatpin1 down, inches thick
'Oh my God I What a prick!
Wit:h a yard and a half of foreskin
Hangln1 clown below hie knees0
So she wrote to him a letter,
And in it she did say*.
That Ifd rather be fucked by you sir
Than ay husband any day*

Well the tinker road the letter,,
And he must have' reac! 'It well,.
For hio balls began to fester,
And his prick began to swell.
So they brought -to hid his charger,
And on it he did ride,
With his balls across"his shoulder,
And his prick down by his side*
Well he rode" up to the manor,
And ho rode up- to the Hall, .
God save us cried, the butler,
He1 a . cooe. to fuck us all*
Well the penis of.the tinker
Has the source of- the butlers fears,
For he ranged it 'up his ass hole
And it came out of hio ears.
Oh he fucked 8em in the parlor,
And he fucked *os in the halls,
But the way he fucked the butler,
Was the funniest fuck of all.
Well the tinker's dead and gone now,
He's buried in St. Paul,
It took four and twenty butcher boys,
To carry out his balls.
Some say hefs gone to heaven
And some say he's "gone to''hell
Some say hefs fucked the devil
And hefs fucked him very well.
Mary Lax
This is a tale of I/:ary Lox
Who gave a tliou'wad <-..on the pox
Soldiers ai,:" v.^iicrn inid nan of honor
All paxd ii. ', o, > -<} » » nb upon her
3ut nov. i;\ \* i*^1 .**i , iU"»t forgotten
They've 0mo u^ ar>} jnd staffed her rotten.

Clementine
There she stood beside the bar rail
Drinking pink gin for two bits
And the swollen whiskey barrels
Stood in awe beside her tits
Chorus:
1 owe ray darlin1* I owe my darlin**
1 owe my darlin1 Clementine,
Two bent pennies and a nickelf
1 owe my darlin1 Clementine,
Hung my guitar on the bar rail
At the sweetness of the sigh
In one leap leaped out me trousers
Plunged into the foamy brime*
She was bawdy she was busty
She could match the great baasoom
And she strained out of her bloomers
Like a mellon tree in bloom
Oh the oak tree and the Cyprus
Mover more together twine
Since that creeping poison ivy
Laid its* blight on Clementine*
Your Spooning Days
Your spooning days are over,
Your pilot light is out,
What used to be your sex appeal
Is now your water spout*
You used to bo-embarrassed
To retake the thing behave,
For every blooming morning
It would stand up and watch you shave*
But now you are growing old*
If: sure ft Xros you the blues,
lo -oo Lao '^hing fca.Bg down your leg,
Ami wizK'./Li y*ja vAyLno youx shoes*

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The tunc to this song is The Wild Rover, but the
words are from the past s enigmas tor of Blackthornf
Ned Bachus*
The. Boer Farter
Oh,   the flatus is famous .throughout our fair land
And  its8 power z:k\ dory are at your coimnand
You  only need n ,: vt the roar from your pit
And  soon you^li cvono a loud fragment of shit
Chorus 2
Ch it sticks to your ass hole
And it stinks when you ball
For thereJs no farrs like, beer farts
Ho, no farts 'at all
You nay talk of your bean farts, your belches and burps
But to .rival a bocv £:n:'*; rhere's nothing on earth
Sometimes o::i no quiet, hnt of times quite loud
And in either tho case you can clear any crowd*
Ch go oar 3^our chilli and drink lots of wine
And you may think your own farts impeccably fine
But lend mo an oar^ and a no so of you will
And just ono of my boor farts will make you quite ill*
Oh, they call mo tho Farter from out of" the East
I've farted; on boor 1 would not give a boast
But whether its9 Guinness or local brewed pise
My farts can't be, rivaled for timber or pitch
I've farted in England^ I've farted in Eire
And to fart * round tho world is my- one groat desire
Tho stench of my beer farts is known the world o'er
And medical science provides, no known cure
I started in Philly, I111 end. God knows whore
But when I die you811 know by' the-stench in the air
They'll bury so under a full, keg of- beer
With a tube from my ass hole to poison the air#
Jack and Jill
Jack and Jill went up tho hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jill came down with half a crown
But not for fetching water♦

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Throe Old Whores From'Winnipeg
Three old whores from Winnipeg
Were drinking cherry wine,
Says one of thorn to the other two,
Yours is'smaller* than mine,
Chorus:
For it's hairy cunts and torn puds
And winds that blow the grass
There1s many a penny that I 'ave made
With the hole thatfs next to my ass
You're a liar,says the second old whore,
Hino's as big as the sea,
The battle ships sail in and out
And never a bother to rae#
You're a liar, says the third old whore,
Mine's as big as the moon,
The battle ships sail in on the first of the year,
They never come out till June* ■
You're aliar, says the first again,
Kino's as big as, the air,
The battle ships sail in and out,
They never tickle a pair.
You're a liar, says the second again
mine is bigger than all,
For many the ships that sail right in,
And they never come out at all#
Those next two ditties are fillers because I don't
want to start a new song near the end of the page*
Whistle while you work
Hitler is a jerk
Mussolini caught his peenie
How it doesn't work.
When Lord St# Clancy became a nancy
It did not please the family fancy
And so in order to protect him
They did inscribe upon his'rectum,
55All commoners must now drive steerage
This ass hole is reserved fcr peerage*!

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This is another Pat Sky song from the Philadelphia
Folk Festival*
The Fly
Gh dogs 'delight to bark and bito
And littlo birds do sing
But all tho.fly can find to do
I8 shit on everything
In over}? room throughout tho house
You811 find tho pesky fly
And there they sit and shit and shit
And...shit until they die
And when at last'a .fly does die
His friends come to his wake
And there they sit and shit and shit
At shit they .take the cake
TheyTgather 'round that poor dead fly
•/■!hofd given up the ghost
And thcj?e they hold a race to see
Which fly can shit tho most
And the fly that shite the biggest- shit
They deem him for king- is fit
And crown him with a golden crown
All garnished o'er with shit
HORSES ASS
John Galante, John Galante
John -GalantDi is a horses ass
He is a dilly, he drives us all so silly
John Galante is a horses ass
His face is a museum all the people,, come to see hin
John Galante is a hor-s.es ass'
He is the meanest, he sucks a horses penis
John Galante is a horses ass
Note: if you do not have a John Galante on your team
just add the name of- your favorite player*
This is a favorite salutation from, our Italian players
hario and: Lino Giampaolo
translation:
Philadelphia, Philadelphia
Philadelphia del buco del cul __ the hole of the ass
Vaff.ancul, vaffancul^ va, .'.'ancul# shove it up your
ass#

77
This song is about the life cycle of the be&n* It is
from Italy and it was introduced to Blackthorn by the
same Italian who gave us that last dittie*
La Pianta,
Pianta la fava la brava massaia
Quando la pianta la pianta cost1
La pianta cost, la pianta cosi1
Lei la pianta a poco a poco
2 unaltro poco riraane li9
La pianta cosi1, la pianta cosi1
Bagna la fava la brava massaia
Quando la bagna la bagna cosi1
La bagna cosi1, la bagna cosi1
Lei la bagna a poco a poco
S unaltro poco rimane li9
La pianta cosi1, la bagna cosi8
Cresce la fava la brava massaia
Quando la cresce.la cresce cosi9
La crosca cosi1, la cresce cosi8
Lei la cresce a poco a poco
S unaltro poco rimane li8
La pianta cosi, la. bagna cosi1, la cresce cosi1
Taglia la fava la brava maspaia
Quando la taglia, la taglia cosi1
La taglia cosi9, la-taglia cosi1
Lei la taglia a poco a poco
S unaltro poco riirtane ii9
La pianta cosi1, la bagna,cosi1, la cresce cosi1, la taglia
cosi1
Mangia la fava la brava aassaia
Quando la mangia la mangia cosi9
La mangia cosi9, la mangia cosi9
Lei la mangia a poco a poco
.H unaltro poco rimane li9
La pianta cosi9, la bagna cosi9, la cresce cosi9, la taglia
cosi9, la mangia cosi9
Caga la fava la brava massaia
Quando la caga la caga cosi1
La caga cosi9,'la caga cosi9
Lei la caga a poco a poco
S unaltro poco rimane li9
.La pianta cosi1, la bagna- cosi9, la cresce cosi1, la taglia
cosi1, la mangia cosi9, la caga cosi9
Note: This song requires correography*

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WHO ."KILLED COCK R031N?
Who killed cock robin?
I said the sparrow, with my. bow ..and arrow*
I killed cock robin.
Chorus:
Oh, the birds of the air said fuck It   lette chuck It,
When they hoard cock robin had' kicked  the fuckin9 .bucket.
When thoy heard cock robin had kicked  the fuckin8 bucket.
Who saw him die?
1 said the fly,' with.my little eye.
1 saw him die.
Who111 dig his grav$?
1 said the owl with my little trowel.
1B11 dig his grave.
Who'll toll the bell?
1 said the bull with' ray mighty tool.
Is11 toll the bell.
ON IBS PISS- AGAIN
Oh, the Blackthorn,boys are on the piss again
On the piss again, on the piss again
The Blackthorn boys are on•the piss again
Wes vo gotta wee. x^ee > now.
¥efve gotta wee wee now,
We1 vo- gotta wee wee not?.
The Blackthorn boys are .on the. piss again
Wesve gotta wee woe now
Oh the Chesapeake boys have got the crabs again....
They've gotta scratch some now...
Oh the Blackthorn girls are on the piss again....
Theysve gotta whls some now...
Oh the- Chesapeake girlp.aro on the rag again.,..
Thoyfvo gotta bleed some now. ...
To the tune of the chorus of the Mexican Hat Dance. This •
song lo the only, thing of some value that we- collected from
a southern tour of the y5.
Sat hemeroids, eat hemeroids,   eat hemeroids.
Sat hemeroids, _oat hemeroids,   eat hemeroids.
5at hemeroids, eat heraeroids,   eat hemeroids.
Sat hemeroids,. eat hemeroids,   eat hemeroids.
Also used: suck scrum cum, abL mtion, drink-dusche bags,
aiad any' other throe sylaoie grossity you can think of.

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TH.S .CHAHDLER'S WIFE
1 walked into the chandler's .shop some candles for to buy
Looked around the chandler8s shop but no. one did I spy
Well* 1 was disappointed so some angry words I said
When 1 heard the sound of a rat tat tat right above my 'head# ••
Yes , I heard the sound of a rat tat tat right above my head,
Well, 1 was slick, and I' was quick so up the staire 1 oped
And very surprised was I to find the chandler8 s wife in bed
And with hor was another man of quite considerable sisse
And they wore having a rat tat tat right before my eyes#
Yes they were having a rat tat tat right before ray eyes.
When the fun was over and done the lady raised her head
And very surprised was she to find mo standing by' the bed
nIf you will be discreet, my boy, if you will be so kind#
You too can cose up for some rat tat tat
whenever you feel inclined,
Yes, you can come up for some rat tat tat
whenever you fool inclined*55
So many a night and many a day when the chandler wasn't home
To get myself some candles, to the chandler's shop'I'd roam
But never a one she gave to me, she gave to me instead
A little bit more of the rat tat tat
to light my way to bed
Just a little bit more of the rat tat tat
.to light ray way to bed
So all you married men take heed if ever you come to town
If you-must leave your woman at home be sure to tie her down
:0r if you would-be kind 'to her'just sit her down on the floor
And give her so much of that rat tat tat
she doesn't need any more,
Yes give hor so much of that rat tat tat
she doesn't need any more,
This is a chant to the tune of McManara's Band that is
usually led by it's author that fine Irishman Stanley P*
3tankiewicg#
Heideo heidee Christ almighty
Who the fuck are wo
We're Blackthorn Rugby Football Club
As happy as can be
Oh, fiddledy diddledy son of a bitch
We'd rather fuck than fight
We're' Blackthorn Rugby Football Club
The terrors of the night*

80
KNOCK.KNOCK
Knock Knock
Whof"B there?
Irish*
liri&h who?
I wish I had. a gang barig^ 1 always will
Because a gang bang gives mo such a thrill*
When 1 was younger and in my prima»
I used to gang bang all the time*
'3ut now. I'm older and getting grey*
1 only .gang bang once a day*
Knock Knock
Uhofo there?
Jue.tin*
Justin who?
I'm just in tine for the*****
Jewish***
Dfyou wish you had a***
Gladiator***
Aren't .you.glad ho ate her before the****
Diaiino*,*
I'm just dyin' for a***#*
Euripides..* *
You rippa dees pants off and we'll have a,
Tarzan.*
Tars and stripes forever (and-then you break into Stare
and 'Stripes Forever to finish, the song)
Annonia * * * #
1'ra only an hour late for the*.**
Police***
Poleaso let mo in to the****

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THE RISING OF THE MOON
1
Since attacks by Irish rebels were often made at
nightf the term flthe rising of the moon11, later became
synonymous with rebellion.
Oh, then tell me Sean OfParrell,
Toll me why you hurry so?
Hush me Buchall hush and listen
And his cheeks were all a glow,
I bear orders from the captain,
Get you ready quick and soon,
Por the pikes must be together
By the Rising of the Moon.
Chorusr
By The Rising of the Moon,
By The Rising of the Moon,
lor the' pikes must be together
By The Rising of the Moon,
Oh then tell me Sean O'Parrell
Where the gathering is to be
In'^hn. old opot by the river
Right well known to yon and me
One more word for signal token
Whistle up the marching time,
With your pike upon your shoulder.
By The Rising of the Moon*
By The Rising of the Moon,
By The Rising of the Moon,
With your pike upon your shoulder,
By The •Rising of the Moon,
Out :of many a mud wall cabin
Eyes were watching thru the night,
Many a manly heart was throbbing
For the coming morning light
Murmers ran along the valley
like the -banshees lonely croon
And a thousand pikes- were flashing
By The Rising of the. Moon.
By The Rising of the Moon,
By The Rising of the Moon?
And a thousand pikes were flashing
By The Rising of the Moon*

There beside the singing river
That dark mass of men were seen
Par above their shining weapons hung
Their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor
Forward strike the marching tune
And hurrah me boys for freedom
Tis The Rising of the Moon.
JOHNNY, I HARDLI KNEW YE
Because mir ancestors have often immortalized war
heroes and sanctioned acts of war, we tend to think that
the 'peace1 songs that originated from the Vietnam War
were in actuality a start of a new breed* This song,
however, dates back to the early nineteenth century, when
^ ..^iiieir rocraited Irishmen for the East India Service.
inxo -bitter and savage commentary is made by a woman,
wnose jaaBl>anr|. i.-..n<> Longer whole - a result of the war,
When goin1 the road to sweet Athy, hoo-roo hoo-roo,
When goin1 the road to sweet Athy, hoo-roo hoo-*roof
When goin' the road to sweet Athy,
A stick in my hand and a drop in me eye,
A doleful damsel I heard cry:
"Johnny, I hardly knew ye.H
Chorus:
"With your guns an1 drums, an1 drums an1 guns, hoo-roo
hoo-roo,
With your guns an1 drums, anf drums an1 guns, hoo-roo
hoo-roo,
With your guns an1 drums, anf drums an1 guns, the enemy
never slew yet
Oh, my darlin1 dear, you look so queer|
Johnny, I hardly knew ye#l?
"Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hoo-roo hoo-roo,
Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hoo-roo hoo-roo,
Where are the eyes that looked so mild,
When my poor heart you first beguiled?
Why did ye skidadle from me an1 the child?
Johnny, 1 hardly knew je»n

3
"Where are the legs with which you run, hoo-roo hoo-roo
Where are the legs* with which you run, hoo-roo hoo-roo
Where are the legs with which you run
When first you went to carry a gun?
Indeed, your dancing days are done,
Johnny, I hardly knew ye.lf
"You havenft an arm, you haven11 a leg, hoo-roo hoo-roo
You havenft an arm, you haven't a leg, hoo-roo hoo-roo
You havenft an arm, and you haven*t a leg;
You're an eyeless, boneless, chickenless egg,
Johnny,- I hardly knew ye,n
l?Ifm happy for to see you home, hoo-roo hoo-roo
I!m happy for to see you home, hoo-roo hoo-rop
Ifm happy for to see you home,
All from the island of Ceylon,
So long of flesh, so pale of hone,
Johnny v T- h-i.'rrlly Im^w yo.. "
MATT) 01? JIJTE-B-O
There once was a troop of Irish dragoons
C ame mar ch. 1 ng d own tiir on gh 'F i f e - e ~ 0;
And the captain fell in love with a very bonny lass,
And her name it was called pretty peggy-CU
'"Oh, come down the stairs, pretty Peggy, my dear;
Oh, come down the stairs, pretty Peggy-CU
Oh, come down the stairs, comb "back your yellow hair,
Bid a long fairwell to your Mammy~0#
nI never did intend a soldierfs lady for to be;
1 never will marry a soldier-O.
I never did intend to go to a foreign land,
And I never will marry a soldier-0«w
The colonel he cried, "Mount, mount boys mount*w
The captain.he cried, "Tarry-0«
Oh, tarry for a while, for another day or two,
Till-I see if this bonny lass will marry-O."
Long 'ere we caome to the town of Ackerglass
We had oxxr captain to carry-O,
And long fere we reached the streets of Aberdeen
We had our captain to bury-Q*

4
Green grow the birks on bonny Ethen-side,
And low lie the lowlands of Fife-e-O.
Well, the captain's name was Ned, and he died for a maid;
He died for the chambermaid of Fife-e-0.
THE WILD COLONIAL BOY
This song has long been a favorite of Blackthorn and
has been referred to as 'the Blackthorn National Anthem.1
Its popularity is understandable, since the roguish qualities
of Jack Duggan are found to some extent in all of us.
There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name.
He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called
ilo was ix±^ ic.^K,,rtn oriiy c^nr)^ l:n a mother*s pride and joy#
And dearly did -h.u> ^u.^^ love The Wild Colonial Boy,
At the early age of sixteen years he left his native homef
And to Australia's sunny shore he was inclined to roam*
He robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot James McAvoy
A terror to Australia was The Wild Colonial Boy*
One^morning on the prairie as Jack he rode along*
A-listening to the mocking bird a-singing a cheerful song
Out stepped a band of troopers, Kelly, Davis and.Fitzroy
They all set out to capture him, The Wild Colonial Boy.
"Surrender now, Jack Duggan, for you see wefre three-to one
Surrender in the Queen1s high name for you1re a plundering
son*11
Jack drew two pistols from his belt and proudly waved them
high
"I'll fight, but not surrender,11 said The Wild Colonial Boy.
He fired a shot at Kelly which brought him to the ground
And turning fround to Davis he received a fatal wound
A bullet pierced his proud heart from the pistol of Pitsroy
And that was how they captured him, The Wild Colonial Boy*

5
This Gcng reputedly in just as popular in the Republic
ll IzcAPVid as in tier thorn Ireland* The 12th of July
j f? .o i-^ veneration of the battle of the river Boyno
r..here :" •''* 1 iai/i of Grange defeated James-IX, tho last of
the Stuart kings«
TJK OLD CRAiiGS FLUTE
Irt tho County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
l^v ?o cany the ructions meself had a han8 in,
Job rfilliantoon lived, a weaver by trade,
Ar-'j nil of us thought hh a stout Orange blade*
(^ s'^o twolfch of Jiily an it yearly did come
"V1) , ' nycd with his flute to tho sound of a drum*
Yea l v tj.lh of your harp, your piano or lute,
y*i'c ' cro?s none can compare
\/;. i.!i the old crjj^o flute*
Fow, 3rb() the d^-~Wur^ he took us all in;
Ho t^.i « ? 'wt a Jeapint no^od Bridget McGinn,
Ttjinod Papish hinncif ^3Kl forsook the old cause
That gave us cur froc^on, religion and laws*
flew, tho boys of tho place made some comment upon it,
And 3ob had to fly tc tho province of Connaught#
Ho fled with hie wife and his fixings to boot,
*uid aI0113 with the latter his old orange flute*
At the chapel on Sunday to atone for past deeds
Said Paters and Avers and counted hio beads,
Till after bobo tine at the priest's ovm desire
":io x'or.t with the old f lut e to play in the choir*
'A'o wrn£ with tho old flui'e for to play for the Mass,
.^.v£ 2; ho instrument shivered and sighed, oh^ alas*
And tr:y though ho would, though it made a great noise,
[l:\q £!u,to wecld play only l2The Protestant Boys*ts
?rh junped a:vl ho started and got in a flutter
/ ~d throw th . old flute in tho blessed holy water.§
».'o thought f"/,L v,his charm would bring some other sound
K on ho tried it again. :.t played "Croppies Lie Down"
Hewr for all i*o could whistle and finger and blow,
To play Parish uiula ho found it no go*
"Kick tho Pope*' and *Ooil Water" it freely would sound
But one Papish squeak m it couldnst be found*

6
At the council of priceto that was held the noKt day
Thoy .decided, to 'banish the old flute away,
They couldn't knock heresy out of its8 head*
So .'they■■ bought Bob a now one to play in ite8 stead.
!tow, the old flute was doomed,
and ito fato was pathetic;
'Xwas fastened and burned'at the stake as heretic*
As tho flames soared around it
.'they heard a strange noioe;
•Twas the old flute still whist ling53 Tho Protestant Boys
Toora. lu, toora lay,'
Oh, it88- six miles from Bangor to Donnahadee.
RED HAIRED KARY
As I wont to tho fair at Dingle,
oxvo... ^-i-x-kuy mo^rii.nc> last- July*
Going down tho road before mo,
A rod haired girl 1 chanced to spie.
'I stopped up to hor and said, "Young lady, •
My donkey it will carry two.55
"Well, seeing as how you've got tho donkey,
To tho Dinglo Fair I'll rido~with you."
As wo approached the town of Dingle,
I took- her hand to say goodbye.
When a tinker nian stepped up before me
And belted me in ray left' eye.
Now 1 was feeling kind of peevish,
He poor.old eye was sad and sore*
. 1 gently .tapped'him with me hobnails
'And he flow back through Murphy's door.
.Ho went out to find his brother,
.The biggest man you ever did see*
He gently tapped me with his knuckles
And 1 was minus two front teeth.
A constable came around the corner,
Ho -said,"Young Dan you've broke the law."
When mo donkey kicked him in the kneecap,
And he fell down and broke his jaw.
Well the red haired girl she kept on smiling,
"I'll go with you young man",she said
"Wo'11 forget about the priest this morning
And tonight we'll lie in Murphy's shed."

7
As wo roamed through the fair together,
My black eye and her rod hair*
Smiling gaily at the tinkers,
My God we were a handsome pair*
Chorus: (3rd through 6th verses)
Keep your hands off red haired Mary,
Her and 1 will soon bo wod«
We811 eee the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in a marriage bed.
Chorus: (7th and 8th verses)
Keep your hands off red haired Mary,
Her and 1 will soon be wed*
We'll forget about the priest this morning
And tonight we'll lie in Murphy8s shed*
tiu.>-> x<> ^*- ojfr^plo of &on&& pustxod by Fat: Hollis and
Will Pike9 who lovod to learn songs no one else
could possibly do*
WHACK FOL THE FIDDLE
Is11 tell you a talc of peace and love,
whack fol the fiddle of the didoday*
Of a land that reigns all lands above,
whack fol the fiddle of the didoday.
May peace and plenty be her share,
who kept our homes from want and care*
0h«> God bless England is our prayer,
whack fol the fiddle of 'the didoday.
Whack fol the fiddle of the didoday,
so we say, hippoorayj
Come and listen while wo pray,
whack fol the fiddle of the didoday*
Mow our fathers oft were naughty boys,
whack fol the fiddle of the didoday#
For pikes and guns are dangerous toysa
whack fol the fiddle.of the didoday*
At Balahanwee and Bunkers Hill,
wo made poor England cry her fill*
But old Britania loves us still,
whack fol the fiddle of the didoday#
Whack fol the fiddle.of the didoday,
so we sayf hippoorayj
God bless'England so we pray,
whack fol the fiddle of the didoday*

8
How when -we were savage, fierce and wild,
whack fol the fiddlo of the didoday.
She came as a mother to hor -child,
whack fol the fiddlo of the didoday.-
Gently raised tie from tho slime,
and kept our hands from Hellish crime*
And she sent us to .heaven in her own good time,
whack fol tho fiddle of the didoday.
Whack fol the fiddle of the didoday,
so we eay, hippoorayj '.
God bless England so we pray,
whack fol the fiddle of the didoday,
Oh, now Irishmen forgot tho past,
whack fol the fiddle-of the'didoday.
And think of the day that9 3 coiaraing fast,
whack fol the fiddle of the didoday#
When wo shall all be civilized,
ncxit and cionn and well advised*
o*.t varoja't mother. England be surprised,
whack fol the fiddle of the didoday.
This old Irish ballad was bastardised and then
popularised by tho Clancy brothers. Its1 border-
line respectability makes it ever popular.
GAUIAY 3AY
Maybe someday I811 go back again to Ireland,
if my dear old wife would only pass away.
Shofs nearly got rae heart broke with her .naggin0
she's, got a mouth as big as Galway Bay.
See her drinking 16 pints of Pabst Blue Ribbon,
and then she can walk home without a sway.
If the sea were made of beer not salty water,
she would live and die in Galway Bay.
See her drinking 16 pints at Pat Joe Murphy1s
when the barman cays,"I think it1a time to i
Then she doesnft try to speak to him in Gaelic,
hv:t in a language that the clergy do not know*
On her back she has tatooed a map of Ireland,
"and when she takes her bath on Saturday,
She rubs tho sunlight soap around by Clara
just to watch the suds roll down by Galway Bay.
«

9
This good lesson for all of us about a reformed
rcvor "i3 rvxto popular today both in the Isles and in
AiKiooalia a a well, according to the Clancy Bros* PtS<
THE WILD RO¥ER
I * "^ '^^'Ti a 'vrilc! ?:over f^^ L;any a yeart
/* ' .'',',. it i!lry nc~' ••> 01 whiekey and beer,
.': : -- - ^fi vof ,.\ lag v?v " :^1d in groat store$
/ . .v ._ :.. .'Cl* i/ill play tAc w^..d rover no sore#
/* ! ''"i no* na}% never;
* , t rf . ^-^ "? j j r„:oro
L . \           : ' ""!. ild rev %
1 t-7'^»* '«Ht(? an alo hours o 1 uood to frequent,
Au'i I t^ia t,TCr. i/iprindy ry nonoy was spent.
I O'vo'l ::'or a Ik rtlo; nbr" — soared me %ay,
£-r : 1 a ct'Lir.cu ac yc its 1 *—l> r,ot any day# n
Then out of ny rocket I took novoroignn bright,
tV ^ the lard'.-idy^o oyoo ci vr/ wi^o with delight*
r »o nold9v-', have vjhictcioB a.-id winon of the best^
A „•«. to.) V7c:rdn th'it 1 oaid,r^.ro9 vjoro only in jest#n
i"? ?.l * " "^ :x to ry paror^u :^:ifoT5 ~ ' as levo done,
£ *d a< ' ^r- to iaror,i ih ^ .:* ■ r*od'B<-a\ ;;n#
<A xl •: ' ' *»y cT-or> co an - « o.A :n before,
lAcn :^v'^- xrill play t* o wli.d :-ov ;r no more.
An old '^-x^la^h ouoic Uall song.
1«, o o J z a *" *^ 1 o c c• \ 1 in
With p-odon iiandloo^
XorAt \:: rr/.pid boyo^
To bo uloony woll dead?
Ohocrus *
Lot*s not have a sniffle;
Lot's have a bloody good cry#
And always roeeuifaGr**
The longer you live
The sooner you111 bloody well die.

Look'at the flowers
All "bloody well.withered*
isn't it grand beys
To be bloody well dead?
Look at the mournora-,
Bloody groat hypocrites.
lonft it grand boys
To bo bloody well dead?
Look at the preacher,
Bloody nice fellop.
Isn0t it grand boys
To be bloody well dead?
Look at the widow,
Bloody great female*
lan1t it grand boys
•jyv t><^ bJ-oody wo 11 dead?
HAFTGY WHISKEY
Ism a weaver, a Calton weaver;
l8m a raoh and a roving blade.
.Xfvo got silver in ay pockets,
And 1 follow the roving trade.
Chorus:
Whiskeyj whiskey, Hancy whiskey,
vlhiskoy, whiskey, Hancy 0.
As 1 went down through Glasgow City
Hancy Whiskey 1 chanced to smell#
1 went in, sat down beside her;
Seven long years 1 loved her well.
The more I kissed her, the more I loved her;
The more 1 kissed her, the more she soiled.
Soon I forgot ay mother1s teaching;
Nancy soon had me boquilod*
Now, 1 rose early in the morning
To slake my thirst, it was ray need.
1 tried to rise but 1 was not able;
Nancy had me by the knees.

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So I'm going back.to tho Calton weaving;
I811 surely sake them shuttles fly.
For Is 11 make more at tho Calton weaving '■
Than ever 1 did in a roving way.
So come all you weavers, you Calton weavers;
Weavers, where o'er you be# •
3oware of Whiskey, Bancy Whiskey,
She111 ruin you like she blinded me.
Queensland is tho 2nd largest of Australians
b±k states and is located in the Horthwest part of
the continent* Sheep and cattle early promised to
become great industries in Australia but transporting
thorn hy sea from one part of the country to another,
done in the early part of the 19th century proved too^
cootly due co livestock fatalities* But1 n over landing13
or driving the herds overland, often for more than a
thousand raileo saved the countries stock industry* The
first overlanders drove cattle and sheep in Hew South
Wales in 1838. This song dates back almost to that time.
The overlanders faced bushfires, flash floods, droughts
and even attack frcra aborigines, and this hearty
drinking oong was a favorite once the drive was done*
THE QUEER'S OVSRLAKDSRS
There1s a trade you all know well,
its1 bringing cattle over,
And on every tract to the gulf and back
men know the Queensland rover.
Chorus:
Pass the biliy 'round mo boys,
don't let the pint pot stand there!
For tonight we'll drink the health,
of every overlander.
There are men from every land,
from Spain, and France, and Flanders.
We're a well mixed pack both white and black
men call the overlanders.
1 come from the northern plain,
where tho girlo and grass are scanty,
Where the creeks run dry or ten feet high,
it's either drought or plenty.

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When wo8vo earned a epree in town,
wofll live like pigs in clover,
And a whole months chock goes down the neck
of iiiany the Queeneland rover.
Ag 1 paos along the road,
the children raise no dander,
Crying mother dear take in the clotheo,
here comeo an overlander*
The "bold navee" was a colorful figure in late
18th century Britain, Thio period in British history
is known as the "canal age9', when more than 3,000 mileo
of inland waterways, orVinavigation works23 were con**
o true ted in the last quarter century # Theft e fororimnors
of the pick and shovel man of the railroad and highway
c<^w3t'jcru.ctionn of the 19th and 20th century wore known
ao navigation workers, or,?navoes"# Though moat of the
canals wore constructed in England,the Irish navee was
comrion place, as the Irish have long made up a
portion of Britain12 s laanual labor force* P#A#D.
HAVSE 3Q0TS
lsm a bold Irish Havoo, 1 work on the line*
The firot place 1 worked was Bow Castle on Tyme#
8Twas of a miofortune that happened in fun,
I remember the night I'd me navee boots on*
When the days work was over 1 shaved off me beard,
To Boot me old lady I was well prepared,
To meet me old lady 1 then hurried down,
And 1 met her that night with me navee boots cn#
When 1 knocked on her window my knock it was low,
When 1 knocked on her window ray knock she did know*
She opened the door crying is that you Ton?
I911 bo damned if it is with me navee boots cn#
Weil she opened the door and invited me ins
Say in1 cone sit by the fire love and warm up your skin*
Her room door was opened and the covers turned down,
And wo lept into bod with mo navee boots on*.
Well all through the night we.did sport and did play*
Hover thinking fbout time as it sure passed away,
When she lept out of bed crying what have 1 done?
Sure a child will be born with hia navee boots on*

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1 said held now your.tongue girl from talking so wild*
Hold now your tongue girl you111 never have no child,
For all that wo0ve done now was surely in fun,
And then 1 ran like hell with mo navee boots on.
And then 1 ran like holl with me navee boots on#
This solid hymn was written fay Thomas Oliver
in the 18th century with words by William Williams,
it was translated from the Welsh in 1771. P.A.B.
GUIDE ME, 0 THOU GREAT JSHOVAH
Guide me, 0 Thou groat Jehovah,
pilgrim thrc* this barren land;
I a© w>ik, but Thou art mighty,
guide me with Thy powerful hand.
Bread of heaven, broad of heaven
feed me till I want no more,
Feed mo till 1 want no more,
Open now the crystal fountain,
whence the healing waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
lead me all my journey through.
Strong delivfror, strong deliverer,
be Thou still my strength and shield.
He Thou otill my strength and shield*
When 1 tread the verge of Jordan,
bid my anxious fearo subside;
Dear mo thro1 the swelling current,
Land bio safe on Canaan's side.
Songs of Praises, Songs of Praises,
1 will over sing -to Thee#
1 will ever sing to Thee.
Care and doubting, gloom and sorrow,
Fear and shame are mine no more*
Faith knows" naught of dark tomorrow,
For my Savior goes before.
Songo of praises, songs of praises,
1 will ever give to Thee.
1 xd.ll over give to Thee.

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A rollicking drinking song which scorns not
to have lost Its1 popularity with ago* P0A*D«
THRE2 JOLLY COACHMEN
Throe jolly coachman oat In an English tavern^
Throe jolly coachmen sat in an English tavern,
And they decided, and thoy decided, 'and they decided,
To have another flaggea*
Heroes to the nan who drinks water pure
and goes to bod quito sober
Heroes to "the man who "drinks water pure
and goes to bed quite sober
Ho1111 fall as the leaves do fall
he111 fall as the leaves do fall
He111 fail as the leaves do fail
hesll die before October*
£t<:t„» Koaro^a to the nan who drinks dark ale
and goes to bod quite mellow
Horofs to the -nan who'drinks dark ale
and goeo to bod quite mellow
Ho livoo ae ho ought to live
ho lives as he ought to live
He lives as. he ought to live
for ho'o a jolly good follow*
The landlord fills the flowing bowl
until it doth run over
The landlord fills the flowing bowl
until It doth rim over
For tonight will mcrr* 1 bo
for tonight will xnorr* 1 bo
For tonight will oerr8 1 be
tomorrow I811 bo sober.
How here1a to the girl who '8teaIs a kios
and runs to tell her mother
Herefo to the girl who steals a kiss
and rune to tell her mother
She0s a foolish,foclish girl
shefo a foolish, foolish girl
Shefs a foolish, foolish girl
for oho111 not got another*

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Now here's to the girl who steals a kieo
and stays to steal another
Hero's to tho girl who steals a kiss
and stays to steal another
She's a boon to all oankind
she's a boon to all mankind
She1 s a boon to all mankind
for shos11 soon bo a mother*
THE MOL2CATCHER
In Wellington Town at tho sign of the plough,
There lived a oolecatchor shall 1 tell you now,
He had a young wife she was buxom and gay
And oho and another young fanner would play*
Lo til i day,
Lo til i liddle i,
Lo til i day*.
He knocked at her door and this he did say,
Where is your husband good wonen 1 pray*
Hofs out catching Holes love you need have no fear,
But she didn't know the mole catcher was near,
He crept up the stairs in the midst of their frolic
And caught the young fanner tight by tho jacket,
^l8vo boon a mclocatchor for most of me life,
But hero's the boot mole 1 over caught in me life*53
I*11 make you pay dearly for tilling me ground,
I'll take from your pocket a full twenty pounds,
Twenty pounds said the farmer 1 really don't mind,
For it only works out about tuppence a time*
(or grind*)
Lo til
Lo til
Lo til
i day,
i liddle i,
i day*

This isn't really a recruiting jingle but s
Irishmen think it is*
THE BRITISH ARMY
When 1 was young 1 had a twist
For punchin* babies with me fist
And so 1 thought 1 should enlist
And join the British army*
Chorus:
Too ra loo ra loo ra loo
They1re lookin1 for monkeys up in the 200
And if I had a face like you
Ifd join the British army
When 1 was young 1 used to be
As fine a lad no ever you'd ggg
And bo mo wife she said to mo
Go join the British array#
Sargoant Bailoy went away
Hio wife got in the family way
And the only thing that she could say
Was lay the British arroy*
They taught me how to shoot at waps
And treat a black man like a dog
Itfs just like puliin1 legs off'frogs
While in the British army#
JOHMSOIfsS MOTOR CAR
As round by Brannigonfs corner
one raorning 1 did stray
1 mot another rebel
who unto me did nay
1 bear orders from the captain
to asoenblo at 3rumbar
Oh, how are we to reach Dunloo
without a motor ear?
Oh Barney dear be of good cheer,
Is11 toll you what wosll do.
Wo will wire to Stranolar
before we march so far
And wesil give the boys a bloody good ride
On Johnoon§o motor car.

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When Johnson got -the wire
ho soon pulled on his shoos
Ho said this case is urgent
thoro is no time to lose.
He donned a fancy castor hat,
and on his breast a star.
You could hoar the din going through Glennfinn
of Johnson1s motor car.
When Johnson reached the railroad bridge
he met some rebels there
Ho saw the game was up with him
as at them he did stare.
He says "I've got a permit
for travelling near and far83.
To hell with your English permit
we want your motor car.
Uhnn will my local comrades say
when I go to Brurabo
And toll thaa that my car was commandeered
by the rebels for Bunloe.
Wo will give you a receipt for it
signed by Captain haher
And when Ireland8s free sure we will see
you got a motor car*
They put the car in motion
and filled it to tho brim
With guns and bayonets shining
While Johnson he did grin
Then Barney raised a Sinn Fein Flag
as they shot off like a star
And they gave three cheers for Ireland
on Johnsons net or car.*
When the 103ml crow had heard the news
it raade their hearts feel sore,
They swore -they0d have reprisals
before they would give oser.
In vain they searched through Glenties
the Rosses and Kilcar
While the I.E.A. their flag display
on Johnson1s motor, car*
FOUR GREEN FIELDS
"What did i have% said the fine old woman,
What did I have** this proud old woman did say
i had four green fields, each one was a jewel
But strangers came and tried to take them from me..
1 had fine strong sons .They fought to save my jewels.
They fought and died and that was my grief , said oho,

 
Long time ago, oaid the fine old woman,
Long time ago, this proud old woman did say*
There was war and death* Plundering and pillage*
liy children starved by mountain valley and sea.
And their wailing cries, they shook the very heavens*
My four green fields ran red with their blood oaid she*
What have 1 .now, said the fine old woman,
What have 1 now, this proud old woman did say*
1 have four green fields, one of tha&'s in bondage,
In stranger08' hands, that tried to take it from no,
But my sons have boxes, as brave as wore their fathers*
liy four green fields will bloom once again, said she.
M30NSHIKER
Chorus:
1nia a xvtirthi or s I8a a gaxabler
lsa a long way from homo.
And if you don3t: like mo, than l^vu mo alone,
I'll eat when l5m hungry,
Is 11 drink when Ifia dry.
If the moonshine don't kill me,
I111 live till 1 die*
l8vo boon a noonshiner for many a year,
I*vo spent all me money on whiskey and boor*
Is 11 go to sane hollow and set up no still
And Is 11 sell you a gallon for a ton shilling bill*
I111 go to some hollow in thio country*
Ten-gallons of wash 1 can go on a spree*
Ko women to follow, the world is all mine,
And 1 love none so well as I love the moonshine,
Oh, moonshine, oh moonshine, oh how 1 love thee
Yon killed me own father, and now ycu511 trf no.
God bless ail moonshiners, and blocs all ooonshino,
Their breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vino,

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TIM FXM!EGAHS8 WAKE
Tim Finnegan lived in-Walkin8 Street,
A gentle Irishman mighty odd,
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod*
You sec hofd a sort os the tipplins way,
With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born,
To help him on with his work each day,
Hefd a "drop o1 the cray-thur" ovfry mom*
Chorus I
Whack fol the da now, Dance to your partner
Welt the floor your trotter1s shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you,
Lots of fun at Finnegan1s wake*
One mornin1 Tim was rather full,
His head felt heavy which made him shako,
He fell from a ladder, and he broke his skull,
And they carried him hone his corpse to wake*
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed,
With a gallon of whisky at his feet,
And a barrel of porter at his head*
His friends assembled at the wake,
And Mr8* Finnogan called for lunch*
First they brought in tay* and cake,
Then pipes, tobacco and whisky punch*
Biddy O^Srien began to cry,
Such a nice clean corpse did you over see?
Tim 1-iavourneen why did you die?
Arrah hold your gob said Paddy McGheo*
Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job,
Oh Biddy saya oho, you*£e wrong Ifm sure
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob,
And left her sprawling on the floor*
Then the war did soon engage,
fTwas woman to woman, and man to man,
Shelolaigh law wars all the rage,
And a row, and a ruction soon began*
Then Mickey Malonoy raised his head,
When a noggin of whisky flovi at him,
It missed and falling on the bed,
The liquor scattered over Tim*
Tim revives see how he rises,
Timothy rising from the bed,
Said,"Whirl your whisky around like biases,
Thanum an dial do you think Xfm dead?13

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THE JUG OF PU1CH
As 1 was sittin3 with jug and ,,spoon
On cno fine morn* in the month of June,
A birdie oat' on an ivy bunch,
And the' song ho sang was the Jug of Punch,
Chorus:
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra'loo ra loo
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra loo
A birdio sat on an ivy bunch,
And the song ho oang was the Jug of Punch.
What more diversion can a man desire
Than to court a girl by a neat turf firo
With a korry pippin to crack an1 crunch
Ayo, an* on the tabic a jug of punch*
Than to lay him down by the ale hcuso ^:«or
And in his arms no protty x?enehf
And on the table no jug of punch.
The learned. doctors with all their art
Cannot euro the impression that1 a on tho hoart
J2von tho cripple forgets his hunch
V/hen he1 8 safe outside of a jug of punch.
And %Aion I*ra dead and in ey grave
Mo cootly tombstone will I crave
Just lay mo down- in my native peat
With a jug of punch at my head and feet.
RE1LLY9S DAUGHTER
As 1 was sitting by the fire,
Talking to old RGillyfs daughter,
Suddenly a thought camerinto my-head
I'd like to marry old Roilly's daughter.
Chorus:
Gid cly I ae, gid dy 1 ao,
Gid dy I ae for the one-eyed Eeilly,
Gid dy 1 ae (bang,."" bang, bang)
Try it on your own' big drum.

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Roilly played on the big'bass drum*
Roilly had a mind for murder and slaughter,
Roilly had a bright rod, glittering eye,
And ho kept that eye on his lovely daughter*
Her hair was black and her eyes were blue,
The colonel,,and the major and the captain sought her,
The sergeant,and the private and the drummer boy,too,
But they never had a chance with Reillyfs daughter*
I got me a ring and a parson, too,
Got mo a scratch in a married quarter,
Settled, me down to a peaceful like,
Happy as a king with Reilly's daughter,
Suddenly a footstep on the stairs,
Who should it be but Reilly out for slaughter,
With two pistols in his hands,
Looking for the man-"who had married his daughter*
1 caught old Roilly by the hair?1
Rammed his head in a pail of water,
Fired his pistols into the air,
A damned sight quicker than I married his daughter#
MOUNTAIN DSW
Let grasses grow and waters flow
in a free and ©aoy way,
But give me enough of the fine old stuff
"that's made near Gallway Bay,
And policemen all from Donegal,
Sligo and Leitrim, too,
We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
of the real old mountain dew#
Chorus
Hi the did die y 1 dill uci, did die y doo die 1 dill urn
did die y doo ri did die y di day,
Hi the did die y 1 dill urn, did die y doo dill 1 dill-
um, did die y doo ri, did die y di day*
At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still,
where the smoke curls up to the sky
By the snoke and the smell, you can plainly tell
that there's poteen brewing near by,
For it fills the air, with odor rare,
and betwixt both me and you,
When home you stroll, you can take a bowl,
or a bucket of the mountain dew*

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Mow learned men who use the -pen,
have wrote-your praises high*
That sweet poteen from firoland green$
distilled from wheat and■■rye
Throw away your-pilis, it will euro all ills,
of'pagan Christian or Jew,
Take off your coat and grease your throat,
with, the real-old. mountain dew*
ROSIH THE BCW
I've travelled this wide world ail over,
And.now to another. I go
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome;01d Rosin.the Sow*
To welcome Old Resin the Bow,
To welcome :OJ.d Rosin the Bow,
And. I know that good qtim/^eara .rrra waiting
To welcome Old Rosin the Bow.
When les dead and laid out on the counter
A voice you will hear from below
Saying Bend down a hogshead of whisky
To drink with old rosin the bow.
To drink with old rosin the bow,
To drink with old rosin the bow
Saying send down a hogshead of whisky
To drink with old rosin the bow.
And got a half doss on stout fellows
And stack em all up in a row
Let them.drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of rosin the bow.
To the memory of rosin the bow,
To the memory of rosin the bow,
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of rosin the bow.
Got  this half dosen stout fellows
And   let them all stagger and go
And  dig a great hole in the meadow
And  in it put rosin the bow.
And  in it put-rosin the bow,
And  in it put rosin the bow,
And  dig a great hole in the meadow
And  in it put rosin the bow.

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Get ye a couple, of bottles
Put one at mo head and mo too
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old rosin the bow*
The name of old rosin tho bow,
The name of old rosin tho bow,
With a diamond ring; scratch upon thee
The namo of old rosin tho bow#
1 fool that old tyrant approaching
That cruel remorseless old foe
And 1 lift up rao glass in his honor
Take a drink with old rosin tho bow*
Take a drink with old rosin the bow,
Take a drink with old rosin the bow,
And 1 lift tap mo glass in hio honor
Tako a drink with old rosin the bow.
JOHNNY McELDOO
Thero was Johnny McSldoo and KcGoo and mo
And a couple or-two or throe went on a sproo ono diyv
He had a bob or two which we know how to blew*,
And the boor and whiskey flow and we all felt gay*
Wo visited McCannfs, faclllmann's Hurnpty Dan^o*
Me then went into Swannfs our stomachs for to pack*.
We ordered out a feed which indeed wo did need
And wo finished it with speed but we still felt slack*
Johnny McSldoo turned rod, white and blue
When a plate of Irish stew ho soon put out of sight
Ho shouted out MEncore" with a roar for some more
That he never felt before such a keen appetite*
Ho ordered eggs and ham,bread and jam,what a craaf
But hira we couldn't ram though wo tried our level best
For everything we brought, cold or hot, mattered not,
It went down him like a shot,
but he still stood tho toot*
He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, wo got scared
vie thought it would go hard when the waiter
brought the bill
He told him to give o'er, but he swore he could lower
Twice as much again'and more before he had his fill*
He nearly supped a trough full of broth says McGrath,
"Ho111 devour tho tablecloth if you don't hold him in#fl
When tho waiter brought the charge,
McSldoo felt so large
He began to scowl and barge and hie blood went on fire*

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Ho began to curse and swear tear his. hair in despair
And to finish the affair called the shopman a liara
The shopman he drew out, and no doubt , ho did clout
McEldoo ho kicked about like an old football
He tattered, all. his. clother, broke his nose*I supp
Ho'd have killed him with a few blows in no time a
t all
McEldoo began to howl and to growl, by my sowl
He throw an empty bowl at the shopkeepers head,
It struck poor Mickey Flynn,
pooled the skin off his chin
And the ructions did begin and we ail fought and bled,
The peelers did arrive,"man alive, four or five,
At us- they made a drive for us all to raarch away.
Wo paid/ for all the mate,that we ate, Gtood a trato,
And went home to reinitiate on the spree that day*
THE WORK OF THE WEAVERS
Wo«re all net together here to sit: m-ui ■ co nrack
With our glasses in our hands
and our work upon our back.
There8s nay a trade among thee
that can mend or can mack
If it wasn't na for thework of the weavers.
Chorus:
If it wasn't na for the weavers what would ye do?
You wouldn't na have a cloth that's made of wool.
You wouldn't na have a coat of black.or blue*
If it wasn't na for the work of the weavers.
There1 s soldiers, and there's sailors,
and glaziers and all,
There18 doctors, and there's ministers,
and them that live by law,
And cur friendn in South America,
though them wo never saw,
But wo ken they wear the work of the weavers.
The weaving'8 a trade that never can .fail,
As long as we need clothes for to keep another hale,
So let us all be merry oh a pic'uro of good ale,
And we'll drink to the health of the weavers.

Brennan on the Koor
ltfs of a bravo young highwayman,
This story 1 will toll,'
His name was Willie Brennan
And in Ireland ho did dwell*
"Twas on the Kilworth mountains
He commenced his wild career.
And many a wealthy nobleman
Before him shook with fear*
Chorus
And itgs Brennan on the Koor,
Bronnan on the Moor,
Sold, brave, and undaunted
Was young Brennan on the Moor.
One day upon the highway
As win to he went down,
He met the Mayor of Cashel
A mile outside the town.
The JKayor he know his features
And he said young man, said he,
Your name is Willie Brennan
You must como along with mo,
Wow Brennan1s wife has gone to town
Provisions for to buy,
And whon sho saw her Willie
Sho commenced to weep and cry,
She said hand to mo that tenpenny
Ae soon as Willie spoke
Sho handed him a blunderbuss
From underneath her cloak*
Then with this loaded blunderbuss
The truth 1 will unfold,
He made the Mayor to tremble
And robbed him of his gold,
One hundred pounds was offered
For his apprehension there
So he with horse and saddle
To the mountains did repair.
How Brennan is an outlaw
All on some mountain high*
With infantry and cavalry
To take him they did try,
But he laughed at them and he scored at them
Until it was said
"By a false-hearted woman
He was cruelly betrayed,

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They hung Bronnan ;at the- crossroads*
In chains he swung and d"±ed,
But some say that- in the night
They still do see him ride*
They see him with his blunderbuss
In the midnight chill*
Alone along the Highway
Rides Willy Brennan still.
The disastrous wars of the seventeenth century
brought about the downfall of the Irish nobility.
Ihey^were dispossessed of their estates, which wore
given to settlers from England and Scotland, Hot
all of the deprived l2went to Connaught83 or emigrated
or remained to serve. Some like Willie Bronnan became
out laws , "tories88 or "rappareos" and as in Ocvay a
country*s tradition, there wore those who robbed the
rich to pay the poor,
Roddy Ks C or 1 ey
oti g/.-o tho fleet foot .hosts of men9
\uio opeod^ with faces wan
From Fan istoad and.from thresher® s cot
Along the banks of 3an*
They come with vengeance in their oyo&9
Tec late, too late are they,
For young Roddy MsCorley goes to die
On the Bridge of Toome today,
Up the narrow street he stepped,
Smiling and proud and young;
About the hetnp«»ropo on hio neck
The golden ringlets clung.
There8s never a tear in his blue eyes,
3oth glad and bright are they
As young Roddy tt1 Cor ley goes to die
Gn the bridge of Toome today,
When he last stepped up that street
His shining pike in hand,
Behind him marched in grim array
A stalwart earnest band!
For Antrim town! for Antrim townI
He led them to the fray
As young Roddy M1Corley goes to die
On the bridge of Toome today,

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There's never a one''of all your dead
More bravely foil in fra}r,
Than he who marches to his fate
Cn tho bridge of Toomo today#
True to tho last, true to the last,
Ho treads tho upward way
And young Roddy K1Corley goes to die
On the bridge of Toomo today.
When a sailor who trios to buy a drink ends up with
a baby in a basket and his money all gone, he must
bo a Jonah*
Bungle Rye
Mow Jack was a sailor who roved on tho town,
And sho was a damsel who skipped up and down*
Said tho damsel to Jack as she passed him by,
"Would you cars for to purchase some quare
Suxxgie Ryo Randy Eye?"
Chorus
Fol tho did lo i rand dy rye rand dy rye«
Thought Jack to himself, "Now what can it be
But the finest old whiskey from far Germany
Smuggled up in a basket and sold on the sly,
And the nape that it goes by is quaro Bungle
Rye Randy Rye#"
Jack gave hor a pound and he thought nothing strange;
She said,"Hold then the basket till 1 run for your
change."
Jack looked in tho basket and a child he did spy.
"Oh, bodamnod then," said Jack, "this is quaro
Bungle Rye Randy Rye»"
Mow, to get the child christened was Jack's next intent
For to get the child christened to the parson he went*
Said the parson to Jack,"What will he go by?"
lfOh,bedartined then," said Jack, "call him quaro
Bungle Rye Randy Eye,"
Said the parson to Jack,"That1 s a very quare name."
"Oh, bodamnod then, said Jack,"and the quaro
way he came,
Smuggled up in a basket and sold on the sly,
And the name that ho111 go by is quare Bungle
Eye Randy Eye*"

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Mow, all you bold Bailors who rove on the town,
3ewaro of the damsels who skip up and clown,
Take a peep in their baskets as they pass you by,
Or also they may pawn on you■quaro Bungle Rye
Randy Rye*
This version comes from the singing of an 83 year old
English fisherman by the name of Sam Lamer via Swan
lacColl via The Clancey Bros, Songbook*
•haids When You're Young
Bever Wed an Old Man
An old man came a courting me,
Hay ding doo run down,
An old man came a courting me
Hay doo rum down;
An old man came a courting me
Fain would ho xuarry mo*
Maids, when yousro young,
Fever wed an old aian*
Chorus
For theysve got no fal loo rum,
Fal lid die fal loo. rum
Iheyfvo got no fal loo rum-,
Fal lid die all day;
Theyfvo got no fal loo rum,
They've lost their ding doo rum,
So, maids when you?ro young
Hever.wed an old man.
How when we went to church,
Hay ding doo rum down,
When we went to church,
Kay doo rum down; .
When we went to church,
Ho left me in the lurch,
tlaide, when you1 re- young,
Hover wed an old man*
flow when wo went to bed,
Hay ding doo rum down,
When we went to bed,
Hay doo rum down;
When we went to bod,
fie neither done nor said.
Maids, .when youfre young,
Hover wed an old nian©

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How when he went to sleep,
Hay ding doo run dox*n,
When he wont to 8 loop ,
Hay doo rue down;
i*Jhon ho wont to sloop
Out of bod did I creep,
Into tho arms of a jolly young man*
and 1 found his fal loo rum,
Fal lid dlo fal loo rum
I found hio fal loo rum
Fal lid die all day;
1 found his fal loo rum
And ho got my ding doo rum,
So, maids when you1to young,
Hover wed an old man.
Gypsy Rover
Tho <$yp<3y ruvor cuj.»o -ver the hill
■Sound through tho valley so shady;
Ho whittled "and Jio sang till tho green woods rang,
And ho won tho heart of a lady0
Chorus
Ah di do ah di do da day,
Ah di do ah di day doo;
Ho whistled and ho sang till the green woods rang,
And he won tho heart of a lady.
She loft hor father*s castle gato,
She loft hor own truo lovor;
She loft hor servants and her estate,
To follow tho gypsy rover.
Hor father caddled his fastest steed,
Roamed tho valley all over;
Sought his daughter at great speed,
And the whistling gypsy rover.
Ho cano at last to a mansion fine,
Down by the river Clayde;
And there was ousic, and there was wine,
For tho gypsy and his lady.
Ho*s no gypsy my father she said,
But lord of freeiands all over;
And I will stay till my dying day,
with ray whistling gypsy rover.

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This dittie is from the kikacio a Gilbert and
Sullivan musical*
Tit Willow
On a tree by a river a little torn tit
Sang willow, tit willow, tit willow
And 1 said to him dickey bird why do you sit
Singing willow, tit willow, tit willow
la it weakness of intelect birdie 1 cried
Or a rather tough worm in you little inside
With a nod of his poor little head he replied
v/illow, tit willow, tit willow
Ho slapped at his chest as he sat on the bough
Singing willow, tit willow, tit willow
And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow
Ch willow, tit willow, tit willow
He sobbed and he sighed and a gurgle he gave
Tu-ei.i he vlxx.^? himself into the billowy wave
And an echo arose frost the suicide grave
Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow
Now 1 know just as sure, just as sure as my name
Isn*t willow, tit willow, tit willow
That 'twas blighted affection that mado him exclaim
Gh willow, tit willow, tit willow
3ut if j/ou remain callous and obdurate 1
Shall meet the same fate and you will know why ■
Though 1 probably shall not exclaim as 1 die
vJillow, tit willow, tit willow
John 3arleycorn
There wore three Bien from out of the west
There fortunes for to try
These three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
They plowed and they sowed and they burried him in
Placing dirt upon hie head
Then these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead
They did him right for a very long time
sTill the rains from heaven did fall
Then little sir John sprung up his head
And thus surprised them all
They lot his grow %till a midsummers day
i:hen he wars pale and worn
AnO little clr John grew a long long beard
AnO. so foccauo a roan*

They hired men with scithes so sharp
And thoy cut him off at the knoo
Thoy rolled hira and tied him by the waist
And treated him quito barborously
Thoy hired son with sharp pitch forks
Who piorcod him to the heart
And the loader served him worse than that
He bound him to the cart
They wheeled his round and around the field
?Till they came into a barn
And there they rnade a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn
They hired men with sticks so sharp
Who cut his skin from bone
And the miller he treated him worse than that
He ground him between two stone
Lit:trie sir John In tho mit brown bowl
And he's Irran&y in the glass
Little sir John in the nut brown bowl
Is the stronger man at last
For the hunter he can't hunt the fox
I-Tor loudly blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettles no more
Without a little barleycorn
Four Pounds A Day
The rain is falling on the site
the tea0o upon the brew
We're sitting on our assholes
with bugger all to do
Outside our picks and shovels lads
they slowly rust away
We're rained on and contented
on four pounds a day#
Four pounds a day no lads
and nothing much to do5
Eo trouble from the foreman
he's in tho union too
Some want the rain to go to Spain
we want the rain to stay
We're rained on and contented
on four pounds a day*

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ltfB early in tho morning
wo' f.start at ton o1 clock
Wo search tho skys inpatiently
3y God I 1 felt a drop
Tho oonrads are on bonus and
each brow means hotter pay
Wo1 re rained on and contented
oil four poimdn a day.
Bo Freddy get the cards out
the racing page an wo11
And as for the contractors
wo hope they go to hell
It looks as if the rain's set in
we ehant do much today
What matter if on friday
we all draw our pay*
The Butcher Boy
In London city where 1 did dwell
A butcher boy 1 loved right well
He courted me my life away
3ut now with ao he will not otay
1 wifih^ 1 wish, I wiBh in vain
1 wioh 1 wae a maid again
A maid again 1 no0or will be
sTill cherrion grow on an ivy tree
1 wif^h my baby it was born
And omilin* on its9 daddies knee
And no for there$ to be dead and gone
With tho long green graon grown over me,
She went up stairs to go to bed
And calling up her mother said
Give mo a chair ftill 1 sit down
And apparently f trill 1 lie down
At every word she dropped a tear
And every light cried Willie dear
For what a foolish girl was 1
To be led astray.by a butcher boy
Ho went up ntairn and the door ho broke
rln found her hanp.in8 Iron a rope
rlo took his knife and he ctft her down
And in her pockvc tPoro wordo ho found
Ch eako : r~ r*rar >n lo * ") wid;* red nrrn
V/itk a ~ ;j P° ,N ** e b oec ou^ foot
An^ in t';e *. 1*^; \ \ virile dove
That ':k/-> world for/ kno^? that 1 die^ for love

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The words to this eong are by Andrew Paterson a minor
Australian poet* The word billabong is a combination
of two aborigine words biila meaning water and bong
meaning dead* The word means stagnant water or water hole*
A jumbuck is a sheep* And you thought we didnft know
anything* This song is dedicated to Ed Hewitt our rep-
res entative in Australia*
Waltzing Matilda
Once a jolly awag man sat beside a billabong
Under the shade of a cooiibah tree
And ho sang as ho sat and waited while his billy boiled
You111 come a Waltzing Matilda with me
Waltzing Matilda* Waltzing Hatilda,
You111 come a Waltzing Matilda with me,
And he sang as he sat and waited while his billy boiled
You* 11 come a Waltzing Matilda with me*
Bow* caiiQ a itwnb-uek to drink beside the billabong
Up jumped the awag man and seized him with glee
And he sang as he tucked that jumbuck in hie tuckexr bag
You311 come a Waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me*
And he sang as he tucked that jumbuck in his tucker bag
You'll corns a Waltzing Matilda with me*
Down came the Btockman riding on his thoroughbred
Lown came the troopers one, two, three
whereas the jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag
You111 come a Waltzing Matilda with me,
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing hatilda,
You811 come a vialtzing Matilda with me,
Whereto the jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag
You511 come a Waltzing Matilda with me*
Up jumped the swag man and plunged into the billabong
You'll never catch me alive cried he
And. hie ghost may be heard
as you ride beside the billabong
Yousll come a Waltzing Matilda with me*
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You511 come a vialtzing Matilda with me*
And hie ghost may be heard
as you ride beside the billabong
You'll come a Vialtzing Matilda with ae*

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.This song Is- also know as the-Carol of the Twelve
Prophets or"the Carol of the fwelvovlumbers* It is a
song that was brought to Blackthorn by Eov0 Clayton
Ames and Doug Guy two derelict Scotts who were heard
singing it late at night beside a wood fire*
Croon Grow the Rushes Hoi
lfll sing you one Hof
Green grow the rushes Hoi
What ia your ono? Mo I
One is one and all alone',and ever more shall be so0
I811 sing you two* Hoi
Green grows the rushes Hoi
What is your .. two? Hof
TwoP two" the lily .white boys clothed all in green Hoi
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be so*
I811 sing you three* Hof
Gvecn gruvm t:h.o rushes Hoi
What is your -three? Hof
Three for the three rivals
Two 3 two «««,_;
Four for the gospel makers
Five for the symbols at your door
Six for the six proud walkers
Seven for the seven stars in the sky
Eight for the April rain or s
Himo for the nine bright shiners
Ten for the ten coorriandiaents
Eleven for the eleven went up to heaven
Twelve for the twelve apostles

A ROVIlf1
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Bless you young women
In Plymouth town there lived a maid
Oh mind what 1 say
In Plymouth town there lived a maid
And she was mistress of her trade
Ifll go no more a rovin• with you fair maid
Chorus
A rovin1 a rovin1 since rovin1s been my ru I In
Iflll go no more a rovin1 with you fair maid
i took this fair maid for a walk
Bless yon young women
I took this fair maid for a walk
Oh mind what 1 say
I took this fair maid for a walk
And we had such a loving talk
1*11 Ko **rv tuore a rovin8 with you fair ma id
0 didn't 1 toll her stories too
Blees you young women
0 didn't I tell her stories too
Oh mind what 1 say
0 didn't i toll her woopmss too
Of the gold i found In Timbuctoo
I311 go no more a rovin* with you fair maid
UP THE LONG LADDER
Up the long ladder and down the short rope
To hell with King Billy and God bless the Pope
If that doesn8t do we111 tear him in two
And send him to hell with with their red white and blue
ROBIN HOOD
Chorus
Oh, Robin was a bloke
And ho owned many bows
He kept than all nice and clean
He died in his prime at the age of mmmmmmCchanges each time)
Of a nasty ease of ivil gangarine
He had a fight on a log
With a bloke called little Jog
And he made Robin look a proper twit
Ho tipped with his pole
And scored a perfect goal
And knocked Robin f ivinr< In the water

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When It came to singing songs
Well they could not go wrong
There minstrels name was Allan Adale
He minotroied thru, tho clay
And ho minstrolod thru the night
So they drowned him in a keg of' Watneys pale
He was walkin1 thru the woods
This randy Robin Hood
With most of his merry men
When to laako this song real crude
Ee .dashed on by them nude
And he never saw his merry men again
A man was boin1 'ung
And Robin said,"That's wrong '
Is 11 stop your execution", he said
So he loaded up his bow
And he let his arroxf go
And he shot the poor bixgger fchrti tlio he^d
Now the friarss name was Tuck
And he didn't give a damn
He didn't ever help', them in a
He wouldn't help them hunt
The lasy rotten friar
Ke oat around and fed himself
As long as birds are here
As long as blokes drink beer
As long as 2 and 2 makes 5
As long as clipper ships
Keep on smuggling cannibis pips
The name of Robin Hood will stay alive ■
It will bounce across the land
It will be passed from hand to hand
His deeds ©xagerated by tho gross
They011 all glorify his name
And all cover up the shaoe
Of the thiovin1 robbin1 rat bugger that he was*
As is normal in the folk tradition the first two verses
of this song have been lost, but the rest of tho verses are
strong enough to stand on their own* The song is by Fred
Wedlock®
fight
all night

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This song is about a district in Cohb*. County Cork^
frequented by sailors* As they were leaving in their
ships they xfotild cry* f?Fine girl you arej?f to the girls
gathered on the quays.
The Holy Ground
Fare thee well ray lovely Dif\ah
A thousand times adieu
For we1 re goin away from the holy ground
And the girls we all love true*
We will sail the Gait sea over
And wo111' return for shore
To see again the girls we love.
And the holy ground once more* Fine girl you are I
Chorus :
You1 re the girl 1 do adore
Atxr! still 1 live in hopes to. see
The liojy &x-cvn«nr* ^x\oo- more* Fl.no &l.i-"3 yv-\x ,-.;tjc<;.>|
Fare thee now. the storm is raging
And we are far from the shore
And the good old ship is.tossing about
And the rigging is' all tore
And the secret of my mind my love
You1re the girl 1 do adore
And still 1 live in hopes to see the holy ground
The holy ground once more* Fine girl you are!
And soon the storm is over
And we are safe and well
We will go into a public house
And we'111 sit and drink our fill
Me mil drink strong ale and porter
And we'll make the rafters roar
And when our money is all spent
We will go to sea once more* Fine girl you areI
According to Swan MacGoli this is the most popular
Prince Charlie song in Scotland today* Itfs used as
a parting song for all occasions
Will Ye Ho Gome Back Again
Bonnie Charlie8s now awaf
Safely ofre the friendly main:
Mony a heart will break in twaf
Should he no come back again*

Q Q
3 6
Chorus:
Will ye no come back again
Will ye no come back again
Better lo'ed ye carina be
Will ye no come back again*
hony a traitor fmang the isles
Brak the band 'o nature's laws;
Mony a traitor we1 his wiles,
Sought to wear his life awa§
Whenever 1 hear the blackbird sing,
Unto the evening sinking down,
Gr Eiorl that makes the woods to ring^
To me they hae nae other sound.
Mony a gallant sodger faught*
Mony a gallant ehief did fa'
Doath itself were dearly bought,
As for Scctl^n^-'n king and law*
Sweet the lavfrockfs note and lang,
lilting wildly up the glen;
And ayo the o'er word og the sang,
Will ho no come back again*
They're Movin' Father1 e Grave
Ihoysro movin1 father's grave to build a sewers
They're movin1 it rogardloBS of oxponso,
They're shifting his remains to put in nine inch drains,
To irrigate some plush bloke's residence.
How what's the use in having a religion,
And thinking whan you're dead your tro*ubloo coaso,
If oomo rich city chap,wants a pipeline to his tank*
They111 never let a workman Bleep in peace*,
How father in his life was never a quitter,
And 1 don't ouppooe he1111 be a quitter now*
§Catif3o when the job's complete,
ho'11 haunt that cower sweat,
And they'll only turn the tap when he'll allow*
And wonst there ho oomo bleeding consternation*
And won't thorn city toffs begin to rave*
Which in more than they deserve
for they had the bleeding nerve©
To muck about a Britioh workman1 s grave*

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The frogy And the Vicar
There) once vns a very* vai::y holy vicar*
Walking along the street one day*
When he hoard a little voice say^ "Sxouse me vicar*
Help me vicar!Jthe voi^e did say^
And the vicar looked around and all he cculd see
¥as a tiny frog sitting on the ground*
My dear- little froggy did you speak to me
Was it you who spoke mien I hoard that sound?fi
ls0hf yesfsaid She £rog*ffQh* help me vicar^
lfEi not really a frcg you Bee,
I1 ib a choir boy really but a wicked fairy
Cast a nasty spell on mo*
And the only way 1 can be saved*
From that evil speliythat little frog said*
lo for someone to take mo and to put me in a .place
Where a holy man has laid his head*"
So the vicar took him homo and put him on his pillow*
And there ho lay till the break of day0
And the very next morningf a blessed miracle*
The spell was broken* lrm glad to cay*
And there was a choir boy in bed with the vicar*
And 1 hope you think this ail makes sense*
For there isy Lord and members of the juryr
Rest the case for the defense*
Tiilr. ;uo:/i *K\-:g was written by Swan MacColi about the Brit-
ish £OVorrjaontss attempt to legislate out of cxistance the
journoycaon* tinkers and gypsies*
The Traveling People
lfra a freobcrn man of the traveling people^
Got no fired abode,, with nomads I'm numbered*
Country lanes and byv^aytf vrere always my ways;
i never fancied being numbered*
Oh* wo knew the woods and the resting places*
And the small birds sang when winter time was over*
Then wefd pack our load and be on the road;
Those were good old times for the rover*
In the open ground you could stop and linger
For a' week or trwe* for time was not your master;
Then away youfd jog with your horse and dog*
Mice and easy* no need to go 'Taster*

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Sometimes you*d eeot all the other people
For the news or sapping family information;
At tho country fair, wofd be meeting there,
All the people of tho travelling nation*
All yon freebcrn eon of tho travelling people*,
Every tinker, rolling stone, and gypsy rover,
Winds of change are blowing, old ways arc going*
Your travelling days will soon be over*
Tho hinstrol Boy
The ninotrol boy to the war Is gone
In the ranks of death you1 11 find him
His father1e sword he has glrdded on
And his wild harp slung behind him#
"Land of Song",said the warrior bard,
nThough all the world betrays thee.
One oworcl at least thy rights shall guard
One faithful harp shall praise thee",
The minstrel foil bvX the foe man's chain
Gould not bring that proud soul under
The harp he loved no1or spoke again
For he tore its1 chords asunder*
And said,"Kc chain nhall stilly thee
Thou soul of love and bravery
Thy songs were made for tho pure and free
They ohall never sound in slavery."
This next song wao always a favorite of Pat Hollls
who could always sing it faster and throe octlves
lower than anybody else.
Rocky Road to Dublin
In the merry month of June from my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuaxa really broken hearted
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother#
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Gut a atout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
A brand now pair of brogues rattling o?er tho bogs
And fright*ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
Chorus t
One, two, three, four, five, Hunt the hare
And turn*her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin,
Whak fol lol de rah©

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In Mullingar that night 1 rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight n®Kt morning blithe and early,
Took a drop of f'puren to keep mo heart from sinking;
That's the Paddyss euro whenever hefs on for drinking*
See the lassies -smile, laughing all the while
At mo curious stylo,-1 tweuld Get your heart a bubbling;
Askod me wae 1 hired, wages I reauired,
Till 1 -was nearly tirod of the rocky road to Dublin*
In Dublin nonet" arrived, 1 thought it such a pity
To bo so Boon deprived a view of that fine city.
So then 1 took a'" stroll, all among the quality;
lie bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality©
Something crossed mo mind, when 1 looked behind,
No bundle could 1 find upon me stick a wobbling*
Enquiring for the rogue,~ they said me Connaught brogue
T7as-,n*t ^rach in vogue* on the rocky road to Dublin*
Frai thor-j I got erany^ me spirits never failing,
T.nnr"n(1 c*™ t*i s quay, just'as the ship was sailing,
Tho cci,/t,iin at me roetrod, said that no room had he;
'Jhea I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Faddy.
Dcun ai:cnr the pigB^ played funny rigs^
Dance/' cere hearty jigs, the wter round me bubbling;
Imou off Holyhead wished meself was dead
Cr bettor for instead on the rocky road to Dublin*
woll9 tho boyo of Liverpool, Mien we safely landed,
Called rryrolt a fool, 1 could no longer stand it,
filoe^ hc<7 \i to boil, temper 1 was losing;
Poor ole Erin's Isle they began abusing*
nH*crrah, . jj noul," says X, my shillelagh 1 let fly,
Scw.o Galway boys were nigh and saw I was .a hobble in,
With a loud g8 hurray*3 joined in the affray*
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.

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The Banks of the Reedy Lagoon
The sweet scented cattle sheds perfume around,
Delighting the bird and the bee9
While 1 lie and take rest in me fern-covered nest
In tho shade of the currajong tree*
High up in the air 1 can hear the refrain
Of a butcherbird piping his tune*
For the spring in her glory has come back again
To the banks of the reedy lagoon,
lsve carried me bluey for many a mile,
Ke boots are worn out at the toes,
And Xf® drsssin* this season in different style
Than what 1 did last year, God knows.
My cooking utensils, lsra sorry to say^
Consists of a knifa and a spoon,
And I'vs dry bread and tea in a battered Jack Shea
By the banks of the reedy lagoon*
Oh, where is young Frankio? (A$d how he could ride!)
And Johnnys the light hearted boy?
They tall me that lately ho?s taken a bride,
A benedict1s life to enjoy**
And Kac, tho big Seotsxnan; 1 once hoard him say*
He'd wrestled tho famous S'iuldoon
But thay^vo all gono away and it's lonely today
By tho banks of the reody la goon *
And whoro is the lady 1 oftoned caressed,
Tho girl with the sad, dreamy oyes?
The pillows hor head on another manss breast
Who tolls her tho very same lies?
I'iy bod she would hardly be willing to share
Where 1 camp hy tho light of tho xnoon,
But it's little 1 care, for I'd never keep square
By the banks of the ready lagoon*

Throe Jolly Lads
So you wont for a walk sir
Aye sir Aye
And you did the same sir
Ho sir no
He did did ho not sir
Aye oir aye
You cannot deny sir
No sir no
Chorus
Well one says aye and the other says no
Wo are throe jolly lads all in a row
In a row, in a row, in a row, in a row
Wo arc throo jolly -lads all in a row,
(Ed Kotos replace the initial question- with
1 i ? l< .«i f.- /j.? f.l t o n c,y&~X. X-txsc oo ■ "V sir s qS )
And you met a fair maid sir...
And you asked her to wed sir...
And now you're a father sir...
Kow you111 buy drinks all sround sir
No sir no
Now yous II buy drinks all 'round sir
No air no
You i-d. 11 will you not sir
No sir no
Not one little pot sir
No sir no
Well one says no and the other says no
Wo are three thirsty lads all in a row
In a row, in a ..••i*ow^ in a row, in a row.
If no one will treat us we'll just have to

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F * * j? r> . c fy- • r <; i p. a;y o a M *> y a c t era
lv:n c^r.t" '-o afflict un asa1 rhen they evict us
They oov/ us awny wi§ your tractorm
Farewell to tho Eonoy tho cart nine1, tho maro
Tho reigns ani th^ harnotui aro I^lo
Yon r'on't nood to strop vf\ozi you'ro brnalcine up scrap
So farewell to tho bits aru^ tho bridle,
Farewell to the fields whore wefvo sweated and tolled
The piillin1 and sho¥ins and lifting
They'll soon have machines and tho tra^eiin1 cranes-
And-..the eenfolk had better be shifting

45
I v/iah Theysd Do l-t.:fIow
I was born of 0soredlc parentn
Cnc day when 1 was 70'ung
That3 a how the entire learned his-will
Thsy gave m^ si^tivx >*oa&u3
That 1 w<?3 a preter laly
I- 3 /ao there nhe *e;>ul^ y* *
The eirle all ran *Lo lean Hte
rfell'l wisa theyfd do It lou
Choran:
Ch I wl^h th/*\v?d to 5 !: now
Oh I wish th-yttd 00 It jit-*
I'vo f^ot ItnhsB in ine Irltches
And 1 wi^h tk^d d*> It r.C7t
ehen J. ^raf5 only b!*s Mentha old
T?:o rirln wo*1.? Id Lii^h i^p
TkeyM clinch no to their bosoms
/>-! 1:Jaeyu' <j ccxinco rae 0x1 their !tnee
^ h"-y w;>vle ocek xr».o in the cradle
Ariel If 1 ir/*de a row
Ti^ej 3 "* tickle n:e5 they'd cuddlo ma
1 wxuh they'd o'o It no:/
At sixteen u:ontho a a fin 3 a lad
As ever co^l<3. bo soon
Tho gl:cLs all liked to follow jno
hight down to the «?rc2n
I hoy would .eake a chain of buttercups
Drop It on ,^0 brow
Thon* thoy'd roll rae in tho clover
Ch 1 wish they'd do it now
And tho last End girls would call for me
To swim when It was mild-
Down to the river we would go
And splash about awhile
They would throw tho water-, over, xno
Duck big like a cow
Thon theysd rtib mo nice all over.
Oh 1 wish theyfd da. It now.
lt!s awful lonely for a lad
To lead a single life
1 think lfll go to tho'dance tonite"
And find moeelf a wife
Ah2 have 1 ever got throe brindlo pigs
Likowlae one big fat cow
There111 be plenty love and bacon
For the girl who111 have me now

46
Scr^o noo*-lo thinh that i;ho rt~J-ol: of this eon^ is
irr^lrva:it:e '^11 it*:, not irrrlivrrit it13 a ■ hippopotimus.
A bold hio-cootl^cs was rA^rtlr^ ono day -
Cn ta •; o-uvakr of th^ ^ooj. Jh-j lib-ir
r> *u',^d nt taA b^L .*u. a^ ho r^ac^f^lly- lay "
p7 tli" lio'<t of th : -", ojiin** star
A *oy cr. a hill to? ri*: ec^bi:ig h-~r hair
His" fair hi pcpoti^ fluid
l.io 1 lroroi:a/,,o ^s no ifnora^^ous
AiV^ r'iii*3 Vc this hvj-^ot scronado
Chorum
!-'-i'.d *r:ud n;loi?Iour> rrcA
rothi^ quiro iiko it for cooling tho blood
■C.' feLoow v>o fallow
"';/j.: to "ho hollow
A::A thoro wo will callow in glorious n*ud
This fofoc ho< .popof'i^a ho oaouo to onfeico ■
.{•:-:»-•" '-I-;? " Mu oa. 1.* At hill too above
A-** '*•. *^ h;-olnlt ;^f*t: a iaa to 3IV0 hor advice
Cow > t:> :^cnof,n,« ^.o t to hor Xovo
T4^o ioocod'-'c I ho ior x; : r ")oehcod tho so-und
Of Ao ror** that thoy i::ia <os thov mot
wo I^nawerator adjnstovl h?<r garter
Ar*d iiftod hor voico in duut
Tho bole! hippopotiime whoso plan did succeed
On tho banks of that rivor divine
I wonder now what have 1 to Bay to the sea
That onsiiod by the Shalibar side
They dived all at once with an oar splitting ' splash
And rone to tho surface again
A regular army of hippopotami .
All singing this haunting refrain
Tho aiuoroue hippopotiraus whoso lovo'-song we know
Is now snarriod and father of ton
Ho Htunrnire god rot a mus ho watches them grow
And ho longs to bo single again
Ho111 gaaiblo them all on tho banks of the Nile
Which Hasoar is flooding next spring
The hippopotamus in siIkon pajamas
No moro will ho teach them to sing

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1
SOUTH AUSTRALIA
This is an unusual song in that the 'heave'
&'haulf in the chorus rarely fall together in a
shanty as they do here* The former is usually
employed in cap^tgtin and the latter in halyard
shanties.;- It .called f*r impr*vizati*n by;:the
shantyman and was popular1 at the capstain and
pumps. It apparently originated in the days of
Australian emmigration. She-oak was the-name
for a high-proof beer popular in South Australia
in the 19th century* .,                 -p B
In South Australia I was born,
Heave away! Haul away!
In South Australia 'round Cape Horn.
We're bound for South Australia^
Chorus:. • : ■:
Haul away y#ur Ruler King,
Heave* away!" Haul away!
Haul .away you'll' hear me sing,
We're bound for South Australia.
South Australia is my native land,
Heave away, haul away!
Mountains rich in quartz and sand.
We're bound for South Australia.
Gold and wood brings ships to our shores.
And our coal will load many more,
As I walked out one morning fair,
'Twas there I "met Miss Nancy Blair.
I shook her up, I shook her down,_
I shook her 1round and 'round the'town.
There's only one thing grieves me mind,
To leave Miss Nancy Blair behind,
There's a packet anchored off the pier,
There's a bar ashore with foamin' beer,
Heave! ,0h heave! -and we'll all go ashore,
Where we will drink with the girls galore.
Oh Nancy slings she-oak-;:£t the bar,
•„And welcomes sailers from afar.

2
In the dance hall there you'll pick your girl,
With'golden'hair aiid teeth of pearl**' *
She'll waltz you 'round; in a dizzy dance,
While youf re: half* ■ drunk aii&" in a trance ♦
In the arms of girls weMl dance and sing,
For she-oak will be Ruler King,
Drunk! for she-oak's gone to our head,
The girls can put us all to "bed*
Now if you go around Cape Horn,
You111 wish to'God ye niver was born.
Now one rjiore haul an1 that Ml do,
Pol4 we're the gang to pull 'er through.
BLOOD-RED ROSES
This is a halyard shanty- a real 'Cape
Horner*. Probably a British shanty originating
in the early 19th century, it was very popular
both in Liverpool and Yankee ships, as well as
whalers. It's used in the movie tiMoby Dickf?
as the 'Piquod' gets under way. It probably
originated on British troop transports during
the Napoleonic wars, 'blood-red4roses' meaning
the red-ctated soldiers.f Such a halyard shanty
was used When a steady intermittent pull was
called for, as in hoisting the yards.
Me bonnie bunch tf roses 0!
Go d#wn, ye blood-red roses,
'Tis time for us'.to roll an' go!
Go down, ye blood-red roses,
Chorus;
0*h! ye pinks ,nf posies,
Go. down, ye blood-red roses, < go down!
Oh; yes, me lads, we'll roll alee,
Go, down, ye blood-red roses, ,go down!
We•11 sooa be far away- frop sea.., .,,"' • •, _ .
(to &o wn f y<; bi^<>^—£ <^- x-tr&£x« , - go d-i>w u!
•go down!
go down!

3
We're "bound away around' Cape Horn,
You* 11 wish 4xr G*d ,you'd nlver bin born,
Around Cape Horn we're bound to go*
A chasinf whales through icearir snow,
It's around Cape Horn we're bound to s'"ail,
For that is where we'll catch the whale,
Me b^ots an' clothes are all in pawn,
It's mighty drafty 'r*und the Horn,
"lis gr^wl ye may but go ye must,
If ye growl too hard your head they'll bust.
The gals are waiting right ahead,
A long strong pull should shift the dead.
Them Spanish whores are pullin' strong,
Hang down me boys it won't take long.
Oh, rock an' shake ' er is the cry,
The bloody topm'st sheave is dryf
Just one more pull an' that'll d^,
Fir we're the boys, tt kick ' er through.
Me dear ol' mother she wrote to me,
Oh, son,, dear son, come home from sea.
You've had your pay and to sea you'll ge,
For that is where the whale-fish bl*w.
CONGO" RIVER
(Blow, Boys, Blow)
This is a halyard shanty originating during
the Congo slave trade around the turn from the
18th to 19th century. In American shanty, it
maintained its popularity being adopted by the
China trade among others and lasting as long as
the sail. Innumerable verses were added from
the old Guinea version to the Yankee Cape-Horners
and those ^ included. here axe a sm^atteririg of the
different 'type's, and only begin to allucle to the
very harsh conditions aboard Yankee packets.

4
Say W36: you' :never down the Congo River?
Blow, boys, blow!
Oh, yes I've bin down the river,
• Blow, me "bully boys, blew!
Chorus:
Ob Blow me boys we'll blow forever,
Bl#w, boys, blow,
Well blow me down the Congo River,
Blow me bully boys, blow!
The Congo she's a mighty river,
Blow, boys, blow,
The fever makes the white man shiver
Blow me bully boys, blow!
A Yankee ship came down the river,
Her masts and spars they shone like silver.
Oh how do you know she's a Yankee Clipper?
By the cut of the jib and the gait of her skipper.
How do you know she's a Yankee Liner?
The Stars and Stripes stream out behind her.
How do you know she's a Yankee Packet?
She fired her guns can't you hear the racket?
This Yankee ship she's bound to China.
Hooray, me boys, it's time to jive her.
Well how. do you know she's bound for China?
By the bunch o' the bastards that have signed her.
Well who do think's the chief mate of her?
Some ugly case what 'ates poor sailors.
What do you think they had for Cargo?
500 whores from Yokohama.
And what else did they have for Cargo?
500 battles of German Lager.
Oh what do you think they had for dinner?
Oh monkey's heart and donkey's liver.
Her sides wuz old and her sails wuz rotten*
His charts the old man had forgotten.
Oh ,"blow me boys and blow together,
Oh bl^w r&e bo^s for fairer weather.

5
Another pull, ho, rock an1 shake her.
Pur go she must an! go we111 make ' er.
I thought I heard, the old Man say,
Another pull an? then belay.
Oh blow today and blow tomorrow.
Oh blow away all grief and sorrow.
REUBEN RANZO
Ooh! Sing a song of Ranzo,
Ch. Ranzo, boys, Ranzo!
Oh! Poor old Reuben Ranzt.
Ch. Ranzo me boys, Ranzc!
Ranzo took a notion,
To sail the western ocean.
.0*; Ranzo was no sailor,
He .wuz a Boston tailor.
Though Ranzo was no sailor,
He shipped aboard a whaler.
Ranzo couldn't steer !er,
Did ye ever hear anything queerer?
The mate he was a dandy,
Ear too fond of Brandy.
They said he was a lubber,
An1 made him eat whale-blubber.
He washed once in a fortnight,
He said it wuz his birthright.
They took him t* the gangway,
An* gave him lashin's twenty.
They gave him lashes thirty,
Because he wuz sm dirty.
The captain gave him thirty,
His daughter begged, for mercy.
She gave him cake and water,
A bit more than she aughter.

6
She gave him rum an1 whiskey,
Which made him feel damn frisky.
She taught him. navigation,
Anf gave him eddication.
He married the old manfs daughter,
An1 still sails on blue water,
Ranzo now is skipper*
Of a Yankee Clipper,
Hefs known wherever thftm whalefish blow,
As the toughest bastard on the go,
Poor olf Reuben Ranz^9
Hurrah for Reuben Ranzo.
This is one of the most rousing halyard
chanties, and one of the few chanties used aboard
whalers. The name ''Ranzo1 would be shouted out
savagely for the pull. Reuben's origin is disputed
- a Danish hero, Cape Verde Islander, Polish Jew,
or Sicilian fisherman. In any case, it shows
the advantages *f 'book learnin' and a good marriage.
P.B.
f?Tho leaving of Liverpool55 is an old deep-water song,
su-ag not for work like rV3-^: o-^ b;r; for entertainment.
Those were sometinoc ^IJ.cd ^tx\)^^ji;.;h songs" since
cr'.vs of the deep^watc::; ror.rrro rip^^'f; *rould gather
ro?'%d a hatch in the ovc:;l,v->, to z,;r\r than. Liverpool
it^o'if was familiar r*;^-d lov t^tv^A.^cican sailors
bxdoo most Anglo-Ana .Kv- V:cido woi-ic through the *reat
pcr'c^ and American clippers were a common sisht on the
Mersey,, P#A#B»
THE LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL
Farewell to you, my own true love;
I am going far away.
I am bound for California,
But I know that V11 return some day.
Chorus:
So fare thee well,'my own true love,
And when I return, united we will bo.
Itfs not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
But my darling when I think of thee*

7
I have shipped on a Yankee sailing ship;
Davy Crockett is her name*
And Burgess ia the captain cf her,
And they say she's a floating hell,
Oh, the sum is en the harbour, love,
And I wish I could rooain,
For I know it will be soiao long time
Before 1 see you again.
Thin i8 ono of the very few bunting shanties
known, and was sung or chanted while bunting up a Bail
when furling it, a dangerous job at sea* Surprising
to most landlubbers, Paddy Doyle is a villain in the
Bong* He was probably a 19th century Liverpool board*
inghouoe master, those being notorious sailor robbers*
In thio unusual case however, a sailor seems to have
gotten the bettor of Paddy for-a change, by bilking
him of a pair of boots* F*A*B*
PADDY DOYLE1S BOOTS
To no way-ay-ay-ay-ay ahj
We111 pay Paddy Doyle for his boots*
To mo way-ay-ay-ay-ay ah!
Wo111 all drink whiskey and gin,
To ieo way-ay-ay-ay-ay ah!
We111 all shave under the chin*
To no way-ay-ay-ay«ay ahj
We'll all throw mud at the cook*
To me way-ay-ay-ay-ay ah|
Wo111 pay Paddy Doyle for his boots.*
T1IS OCEAN WAVES DO ROLL
''Twas Friday morn, whop mo set sail,
and we wore not far from the land,,
When our captain ho spied a fishy menti&id:l
with" a comb and a glass in her h&x&m

8
Chorus:
And the ocean t-.raves- do roll*
and '^ho stormy winds .do blow*
And we poor sailers' arc skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down b.elow*belcw*below*
While the' landlubbers lie'dqwn bellow*
Now up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,
and a fine old 'skipper was he#
8ayins a fishy mermaid has warned us of our doom*
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea*
Now up spoke the mate of our gallant ship
and a fine., spoken man was ho*
Sayirf3 1 have -a wife in DrooKlyn by the sea*
: and:tonight a widow she will be*
Then up spoke .the. cook of our gallant ship
and. a disfty old butcher was he*
Sayin* 1 care much more for rao pets and me pans*
than*I*<5o for the bottom of the sea*
Then up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship
and a fine young lad was to*
Sayin* I have a sweetheart ;:n SaJ/n by thQ sea
arid tonight sho^ll bo wcoi^u1 for iae#
Then three times round spun orv ^aJlant ship
and tferoe tiv'OG rr-oi ; ;?vn do*
Three times round spun cure gal..,"..at r?iip
and she tjiank'tc the bottom of tho.se$:#
A good lesson from.the singing of Gordon Bole
JOHHKSY TODD
Well5 Johnney Todd he took a notion
for to cross the ocean wide*
But he left hia own true love behind him*
walking by. the Liverpool side*
Oh*^ for a week sgho^wopt y-?i±i .sorrow
tore her1 hair and ;/v;i:ng her hands*
1 Till., she met another ^aaiV.ome sailor*
walking by the Liverpool sand*

9
Oh, why fair maid arc you a weepin',
for your Johnnoy's gone to eea?
Johnnoy's gone but 1 am homo beside you,
and"I will kind and constant bo,
Oh, I811 buy you shoots and blankets*...
and I111 buy you a wedding ring,
And ..you shall have a little golden cradle
for to rock the baby in,
Mow Johnney Todd08 come home from sailin'
oailin9 on the ocean wide,
But hefo found his own true love and fair one's
become another Bailors bride,
How all young men who go a sailin'
for to fight the foreign foe,
Novor leaVo your own true love behind ye,
marry her before you go,
lole Au Haut is one of the hundreds of small
islands off the rocky coast of Maine, And this is
one of the many songs of the hardy folk who inhabit
these islands eking"out their existence from the sea,
It'e from the singing,of a fdown easterner1 himself
Gordon Bok. P,AJ3, ":
THE HILLS OF ISLE AU HAUT
Hell the girls of Cask lole,
they're strong across the shoulder,
They donft give a man advice,
they"don't want to cook his supper,
Chorus:
Haul down your sails,
where the bays run together,
Bide away your days,
by the hills of Isle Au Haut,
It's away to the western
is tho ).»Jaco a \l\m should go,
Where ti*o flr»hl>.i' j *VS:^:>;» c t;»/,

10
Now the Plymouth girls are fine,
they911 put their hearts in your hand*
The Plymouth boys are able,,
first class sailors every -man#
How the trouble with all my dear,
you don't try her in the trawler,
For the Bay of Biseaye swells
roil your head right off your shoulder*
Now the winters drive you crasy,
and' the fishings hard and slow*
Your a dastn fool, if you stay,
but there1 s no better place to. go*
And it*s away to the western
is the place a man should.go*
Where the fishings always easy,
they got no ice or snow*
SAIL THE WESTERN OCEAN
Oh the times are hardv and the wages low.,
You sail her where yougre bound to,
The western ocean is my homo,
Across■the western ocean*
Oh 1 think 1 heard the old maid
You sail her where you8re bound
One more haul and then belay,
Acrooo the western ocean*
Well Johnney boy wo211 sail no more,
You oail hor where you1re bound to*
Draw your pay and go ashore,
Across the weorern ocean*
Repeat 1st veroo*
say,
to*

11
GOODBYE FARE THEE WELL
Our cap'n now or dors., the men to their posts
'(chorus)' Oh row, row, row me boys
A hand to the lookout, he loudly does roar
(chorus) Goodbye .faro thoo well
Goodbye faro thee well*
Our mate he now shout8 out an order again
Lay aft here me bullies-with the big anchor chain
It's, now we are sailin' on -the wild Irish shore
'Our passengers air sick and our new mates all sore
The fishes they.sing as they swim to an9 fro
She18 a Liverpool packet 0 Lord let her go
And now we .-are mored in the harbor once more
And Boon will we see the pretty girls on the shore
He'll meet theoe fly gals'an' we'll ring the el1 bell
With them.Judieo we'll moot there wo'11 raise merry hell
1*11 tell me old marnray when I goto mo back home
The galo there on Lime Street won't leave me alone
We're homeward bound don't ya hear the mate say
We're homeward bound the anchors away
Oh the anchor wo* 11-weigh and the eailo we will set
The galo we are leavin' we'll never forget
Heave.with a will boys oh heave long and strong
Sing a good chorus for it is a good song
We're homeward bound to the girls o' the. town
Stamp up me bullies and heave her around
We're homeward bound to our cold Northern land
Homeward bound to cur mothers they wait on the strand
We'll oteer 'tween the inleto and islands of home
To Bergen we'll head and no more will we roam
Oh the. big starboard anchor we quickly will drop
To make all sail fast boys -we now climb aloft
But 'fore we go wo oust pump the hull dry
So start the ol' shanty raise yer voices on high

12
HAUL AWAY JOS
When I was ;a little boy, so me mother told mo
to me
Way haul away we'111 haul away Joe.* (chorus)
That if .1 did not kiss the girls9
my lipo would all grow mouldy$ to me
Way haul away we'll haul away Joe (chorus)
First 1 mot a Spanish girl5and she was fat and laay
to mo
Then I mot an Irish gal, oho damn near drove xtig crasy
to me
I found myself a. Yankee girl
and sure she wasn't civil to rae
So 1 stuck a blast upon her back
and sent her to the devil to me
So listen while 1 sing to you
about rae darlin1 Nancy to me
She's copper bottom clipper built
she's just ray stylo and fancy to me
King Louie was the" king of France
before the revolution to mo
And then he got hie head cut off
which spoiled his constitution to me
Saint .Patrick was a gentleman
and he came from decent people to mo
He built a church in Dublin town
and on'it set a steeple to mo
From Ireland then he drove the snakes
and drank up all the whiskey to me
Which nade him dance and sing a jig
he felt so fine and frisky to me
Way haul away we're bound for ..--fairer weather to me
Way haul away we'll haul or hang together
Way haul away we'll surely roako her render
Way haul away we'll either bust or bond her

13
IRISH ROVER
in tho year of our lord eighteen hundred and six
Wo sot sail from tho Coal Quay of Cork,
Mo wore sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For tho grand City Hall in Hew York*
We'd an ologant craft, it was rigged 'fore and aft,
And how tho trade winds drove her.
She had twentythroe masts and she stood eovoral blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover*
There was Barney Magee from tho banks of the Lee
There was Hcgan from County Tyrone
There wao Johnny McGurk, who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westuieath named Ma lone
There wao slugger 0'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your raan Hick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was tho skipper of tho Irish Rover.
Vie had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
He had two million barrels of bono.
We had three million bales of old nanny goats1 tails
We had four rail lion barrels of stone
We had five nillion hogs, and six million dogs
And seven million barrels of porter
Wo had eight million sides of old blind heroes, hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover#
We had sailed oeven years, when the raeasols broke out
And our ship lost her way in a fog (great fog)
And the whole of the cre%# was reduced down to two,
'Twas itiysolf and the captain's old dog
Then tho ship struck a rock, 0 Lord what a shock
And nearly turabled over
Turned nine times around"
then the poor old dog wao drowned.
I'm tho last of the Irish Rover.
A BIG SHIP SAILIN'
There's a big ship'sailin' on the ll«le al-lay Oh
ll«le al^lay Oh, Il«lo al-lay Oh
Thore'-s a big ship sailin" on the Il«le al-iay Oh
Hi Ho the 11-lo al-lay 0ho
Thereto a big ship sailin9 rockin1 on the sea,
Rockin1 on the sea, rockin0 on the sea.
There's a big ship sailin' rockin' on the sea,
Hi Ho rockin8 on the sea.

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There1 s a big ship sailin1 back again
Back again,, back again,
Thereto a big ship.sailin9 back again
Hi Ho back aigairu
HE'SHOALS OF HEREIN1
With our nets and. gear we're fairin1
On the wild and wasteful ocean
It8 s our faref and the deep
We harvest and reap our bread
As we hunt the bonnie shoals of herrin1
Qh$ it was a fine- and a pleasant day
Out of Yarberth harbor 1 was bearing
As a cabin boy on a sailin1 lugger'
We ware'following the shoals of herrin8
Row your up on deck your a fisherman
You can swear and sport a manly'bearinr
Take a turn"on watch with the other fellows
As you hunt 'the bonnie shoals--of herrin1
We left the home, grounds in the month of June
And for County" Shields-we111.soon be bearin1
With a hundred pounds of thesllvor darlinfs
That were taken from- the shoals of herrins
In the stormy e ©as/and the living''gale
Just to earn your- daily bread your bearin1
From the Dover Straights to the Pharoh Island
As we hunt the bonni'e shoals of herrin1
Well 1 earned me keep and I-paid mo way
Arc! 1 earned the gear that 1 was wear in1
Sailed a million miles caught ten million fishes
As we hunt the bonnie shoais of herrin8
Your nets broke man now for your on the move
And your learnin1 all about sea farin8
That your education swepts of navigation
As you hunt the bonnie shoals of Jherrin8
Might and day the'seas we8re darin*
Gome wind :'or calm or winter gale
Sweatin1 or cold
Grcwin1 upt growin1 old or dyin1
As we hunt the bonnie shoals of herrin1

Blow Ye Winds In The Morning
fTis advertised in Boston
New York and Buffalo,
Five hundred bravo Americans,
A whaling for to go#
Chorus
Singing blow yo winds in the raorning
And blow ye winds, high o J
Clear away the running gear,
And blow boys blow!
They send you to Hew Bedford,
That famous whaling port,
And give you to some land-shar&s
To- board and fit you out..
They Bend you to a boarding-house
There for a time to dwell;
The thieves there they are thicker
Than the other aide of hell!
They tell you of the clipper ships,
A going in and out,
And -say you'll take five hundred sperm,
Before you're six months out*
It's now we1re out to sea my boys,
The wind begins to blow,
One half of the watch is sick on deck
And the other half below.
The skipper's on the quarter-deck
A squinting at the sails,
When up aloft the look-out
Sights a school of wales.
How clear away the boats, my boys,
And after him we111 travel,
But if you get too near his fluke,
He'll kick you to the devil J
Wow we've got him turned up,
We tow him alongside,
Wo over with our blubber hooks
And rob him of his hide*
Next, comeo the stowing down, my boys
* Twill take both night and day,
And you111 have fifty cents apiece
On the 190th day#

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Mow wo are bound into Tuckoona,
Full more in their power-,
Where tho skippers can buy the Consul up
For half a barrel of flour#
if hen wo got homo, our shJ.p made fast,
And wo gat through ouir nailing,
i\ winding glana arotmd wegll pass
And daoa thio blubber whaling
Mingale
Chorus
H?/ 3fa ho boys J Let her go boys I
Full lire hsnd *■ round now all together0
liov ya no beys! Lot her 'go boys I
foiling Lo»io, ■ homo to Kingale
l/ivon are waiting 0:1 tho dock
Or watching fr^u the heather hill rido
Pull her haad Rrroiuid *»nd we1111 anchor
fl?c*co the svn eets en leingaXo
Kh.i~\'i« care wd hew white tVc wineho^
'■\*Vv*v: co^o wj :!er x^ex1 or wejthr:
I n 11 <)'x * heed ^ r01 tn e o"**^w*'*y i ac: 1 r,^
ri/c:;o t e ^ur *ot.^ :e. KL;>(;rla
lfso the-'B'y That; Builds the Boat
I * & o the bf y thaf: bill Ids the bcat
If bo the b5 v that sai 1^ her
I5 s-3'tho b5y rhat cat chop the'fish
And taken then haiio to 8Li?.?a.
Swing yotxr partner So.JJ:y Thibatilt
Swing your partne7? Sally Brown
Fcgo Twi 1 I in55ato Norton8s Harbor
All arrtsnd the clr'jl'e^
Sods and rinds to cover yex flake,
GaAco and tea for s^:-per3
Codfish in the:' spring of tha year
Fried in maggoty butter*

1?
I took fLiz,a to a dance,
And faith, but she could travel I
And every step that she did take
Was up to her knees in gravel*
Susan White, she's out of sight,
Hear petticoat wants a border;
Old Sam Oliver, in the dark
He kissed her in the corner.
Drunken Sailor
What shall we do with a drunken sailor
What shall we do with a drunken sailor
What sball we do with a drunken sailor
Earlye in the morning
Chorus:
Way9 Hay and up she rises
Ways Hay and up she rises
Wa^ ~ Hay and up she rises
Earlye in the morning
Put him in a long boat ftill ho sobers***
Heave .^Ira up in a runniz?.* bo^i/Xae* • *
Pat him in the sauppero **ii;h a hose pipe on him***
Shave hie belly with a rusty rassor***
Take him and shake him and try and wake him***
Pull out the plug and wet him all over***
A capstan shanty which was probably popular by the
1840'a when the polka had arrived from Bohemia*
"Limojuice Sailor" refers to British JackfTarsi as
limojuico was used to prevent outbreaks of scurvey
on British ships* By the mid 19th century American
seamen were cutting their hair relatively short
while British sailors continued to wear the ponytail*
Can't Yo Dance the Polka?
As I walked down the Broadway, one evening in July,
1 met a maid, she asked me trade, and a sailor Jack
says 1*

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Chorus:
Then away yo £antee9 my dear Annie,
0h5 yo How Yoj:k' girlst canft ye' dance the polka?
1 took hear dom to Tiffany1 a, I'didn't ®ind expense*
i bought her two brass lollipops9
thay cost mo fifteen centsm
She says yea limejuico sailor* now boo me home you tmy9
But whoa we reached her cottage doorf
alio this to me did eay*
flKy flaohman hafs a Yankee* with his hair cut ahort
behind 9
Ho woars a pair of rod top bootsf
. ^and sails on the Blackball Line*n
So 1 kiesed her hard an1 properf
before her £ la 8hman came
An1 £aro~yo>well ye Bowry girl* I know year little gama*
Well 1 kissed her hard an1 properf
fan back to the ship did steer*
I111 never court flashgirlo no mcrot
1*11 stick to rum and beer*
Santiano
vfo^re outward bound from Liverpool
Heave away Santiano
OhiHthQ sails arc, set and the hatches full
All along the plains of Mexico
Chorus:
So hoavo hsr up and away we111 go
Hoavo away Santiano
Hoavo lior up and away wo'* 11 go
All along the plains of Mexico.
In Mexico so lfve heard say**,
There1 s- many a charmin lady gay***
Them girls, are fine with, their long black hair
They1!! rob' yc£ blind a:af skin yes bare
In Mexico 1 long to be
Mid a tight waietad gal all on me knee

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Why do thorn yollar' girls love me so
Cause 1 don't tell thorn all 1 know
When 1 waz young an in my prime
I'd chaso than little gals two at a time
But new 1§ib gettin1 old and grey
Rumfs mo sweet heart every day*
Captain Kidd

My parents taught mo wel l«. #
To shim, the ga^es of holl,
But againot thera 1 rebelled^* * #
I murdered William Hooro9aotf
And lo:«:t him i:i hin goro*
Fourty lociguoG from shore,«.#
A?:?/' be:? ii;> cruol s til 119 0 s ^ a
i .;r £U';> .•..oc X d \d I":l 11 ■>
And iii"j precious bl\cod did n£ 111,„ c,
And being nigh to deaths 9 9
1 vowed with every breathy
To walk in wisdomrs way* 0.
My repentance lasted not###
My vows I soon forgot,
Damnation was toy lot###
How to execution dock, I must go, I must go,
To execution dock, I must go
To execution dock, lay my head upon the block,
No more the laws I'll sock, as I sailed, /as I sailed*

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Greenland Fisheries
*Twas in eighteon hundred and fifty throe,
And of June the thirteenth day,
That ousr gallant ship her anchor weighed,
And for Groan land sailed away5 bravo boys,
And for Greenland sailed away.
The lookout in the crosstrees stood,
Spyglass in his hand;
There1s a whale, there1s a whale
There1 s a whale fish he criod^
And she blows at every span, brave boys
And she blows at ovary span*
The captain stood on the quarter*-deck,
And a fine little man was he,
Overhaul, overhaul, let your davit-tackles fall,
And launch your boats for sea brave boys,
And launch yenr boats for soa#
Not? the boats wore launched and the men aboard,
And the whale was full in view
Resolved was each seaman bold,
To steer where the whale fish blew,###
We struck the whale, the line paid out,
But she gave a flash with her tail,
The boat capaised and four men were drowned,
And we never caught that whale, ••
To lose the whale, our captain said,
It grieves my heart full sore;
But to looe, to lose four gallant men,
It grieves me ten times more*••
The winter star doth now appear,
So boys we111 anchor weigh,
lt*s time to leave this cold country,
And homeward bare away# ##
Oh Greenland.is a dreadful place,
A land thatfs never green,
Where there1e ice and snow and the whale fishes blow,
And the daylight1a seldom seen, brave boys^
And the daylight's seldom seen.

21
RIO GRAHDS
I'll sing you a song$ a good Bong of the sea
Away III o5
I811 sing yon a song if you111 aing It with me*
For vm*ro bound for tho Rio Grande*
Chorusi
And itse away Rio,
Away Rio
So faro thee well my pretty yotmg lass,
For wo1 re bound for the Rio Grande*
Wo511 man the good capstan and run her around
Away Rio
Wo* 11 haul ujp tho anchor to this jolly nound
For tfofro bound for tho Rio Grande.
So put down your bag and get it unpacked* • *
Tho sooner via leave the quicker wofre back.*•
Tho cli'S..* r 5n w-J.vhod and the Bails arc all set#e#
And the-i girln wo are loaving wo* 11 never forgetc**
Tho anchor is weighed and the gear all made fast***
And tho boyo give a cheer %dieri the harbor is paste **
Cheer up Kary Ellen, now don't look bo glum„e*
On white otoekin1 day ye^ll be drinkln0 hot rum0**
¥e5re a Liverpool ship wid a Liverpool crow**.
Ya can etiek to the coast, but Urn damned if we do***
And it1s good hyo to Sally and good hye to Sug#••
And them girls on the dock well itfs good hyo to you**,

Alkae oltsor iv;am# • ••••••••••••••••••••••.*•••*••••,• 3
Amazing Graco* *«****o*«ooo9o*»«**o«<>«««*»**««*»»*« 7
Banks of tho Chic*......♦•.ee,.*e«.........f..ia«l2
Boosin* •^•.•.•••••.••ooo»0..............•......tJ2
Can tho Circlo 3o Unbrokeri0***0**** *.**•*«**..***** 11
Co-ao Kies Mo Lovo* $6^oMe9^«o«^esi8MMMMMM 9
Gryin1 Holy Unto liy Lcrc% * 0 # oe •« • <***• • « • • ♦ . ♦ * # * .. • 7
P'iLClin5 Corny* e«**»a***»oo«*««»*»««ee*»*»«»«.*«*»*lO
The Fifihy Son** •••♦«••••••«.•••••••••..•••.•••.•••••13
Fevrr Strong ¥IndBH,0,OOM,......•••<»MtMMt#t«Ml3
Gold Mino in the Sky. *•*•••.••♦••..*...••*•••..... 9
Lydia* **...*** •.**_.«.*.*.♦..*..*.•♦.**«*...***.*•*• 5
Pretty Sarro*»••••**♦•*•••♦*.*******.******. ...*.*. 2
Random Canyon*»•+••*•••*••••••••*••••*••*•*••••••• 8
liollin5 MLlie of fe JGj:?3Gyt.d»tt,..........#•••#• 6
Salty Dog*#* * * * * * * *** * m * .* * * * * «*.......«•••••••••• 4
Sa lva tion Array* ##*****9*o©**«&*************«♦**.*♦ 1
Shonondoah***»***»*****«**********»**********#*«»«11
Simple Gift®,»,**••»**•*•**••••*»••»*,.....**.....9
Standin1 in tho Hood of Prayer*••*••••••• ••••••»•• 1A
Toddy Boars Picnic*•..*.**•*••.**..••*.**••....*.*1A

1
THE SONG OF TEE SALVATION AEMX
We're coming, we1re coming, our "brave little band*
On the right side of temperence we do take a stand•
We donft chew tobacco because we do think,
That the people who use it are likely to drink*
We never eat cookies because they have yeast
And one little bite turns a man to a beast*
Can you imagine a sadder disgrace,
Than a man in the gutter with crumbs on his face?
We never eat fruitcake because it has rum
And one little bite turns a man to a bum*
Can you imagine a sorrier sight,
Than a man who eats fruitcake until he gets tight?
Chorus;
Away, away with rum by gum,
With rum by gxrni^ with rum by gum,
Away, away with rum by gum,
The song of the Salvation Army*

2
PRETTY SARO
This despondent ballad is typical of the sad
love songs of frontier time* It's a traditional
Appalachian version popularized by Jean Ritchie.
OhornB* (begin with chorus)
"Dow! in some lone valley,
in a lonesome place,
Where the wild birds do whistle
and their not^s do increase,
Farewell pretty Saro, I bid you adieu
and I111 dream of pretty Saro whex^ever I go*
My love she won't have me
so I understand,
She wants a freeholder who owns
house and lan&o
I cannot maintain her with
silver and gold, ; .,
And all of the fine things
a big house can hold*
If I were a merchant and could write
a fine hand,
Isd write my love a letter
that she'd understand*
Ifd write her by the river,
where the waters o'er flow,
but I111 dream of pretty Saro
wherever I go0

ALKASELTZER MAMA
3
This piece of blues - destined to become a classic - was put
together gradually beginning at Temple Univ. in 1972. I added
and forgot verses many a night while Pat Luddy picked a standard
blues tune over quarts of beer. The elevator was in the library
where we worked and the older women - well, they're getting older*
Alkaseltzer Mama,
you fizzled out on me,
Alkaseltzer Mama,
you fizzled out on me:
I dropped you in the tumbler,
but there weren't nothing to see*
Elevator Mama,
you sure done shafted me,
Elevator Mama,
you sure done shafted me:
I pushed the button "ground floortf,
you left off the mezzanine <>
Safety seatl>e.lt Mara a ,
you buckled up on me,
Safety seatbelt Mama,
you buckled up on me:
I pushed the release button,
but you must wouldn't let go of me.
Ironing board Mama,
you folded up on me,
Ironing board Mam,
you folded up on me,
When I pressed the iron to you,
you took the starch right out of me*
Older, women Mama,
you wrinkled up on me,
Older women Mama,
you wrinkled up on me,
I helped to your wheelchair,
but you just rolled right over me.
Electric wire Mama,
you shorted out on me,
Electric wire Mama,
you shorted out on me,
1 plugged into your socket,
you took the juice right out of me.

4.
SALTY DOG
This traditional river ,blues tun ~~ done by gust
about everyone, is about as popular, as can be* Ehere are
about 100 verses, and you can make up a 100 more.
Chorus:
Salty dog9 Salty dog, I don't wanna be your man at all.
Honey let me be your salty dog*
Oh salty dog,. Oh you dog, you sly fox, you:-salty dog
Oh salty, you salty dog <>
Down, in the wild wood Git ting on a log,
sirring a song about a salty dog*
God made a woman, he made her mighty funny,
when you kiss her 'round the mouth, just as
sweet as honey•
Worst day I ever had in my life,
was when the boss caught me kissing his wife.
Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water,
come back here, man, and marry my daugher*
Oh, I got a nickel, I got a dime,
you shake yours and I111 shake mine*
Two old maids sitting in the sand,
Each one wishing the other was a man*

LYDIA
5
This historical ballad is from the singing of Groucho Marx in
the classic film, f!A Day at the Circus&u Itfs rumored that
Lydia was actually Mrs, Warren Go Harding if not the wife of
Pope Pius Xo PoBo
Lydia oh Lydia, oh have you seen Lydia?
Lydia the tatooed lady*
She has eyes that men adore so,
and a torso even more so.
Lydia oh Lydia, that encyclopedia,
Lydia the queen of tatoos*.
On her hack is the battle of Waterloo,
"beside it the wreck of the Hesperous too,
And proudly above waves the red, white, and blue,
you can learn alot from Lydiaa
I said Lydia•**«
he said-Lydia..o•
Lydia oh Lydia^ oh have you seen Lydia?
Lydia the boUooed lady*
When her muscles start relaxing,
up the hill comes Andrew Jackson«
Lydia oh Lydia, ho have you seen Lydia,
Lydia the queen of tatooSo
For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz,
with a view of Niagara that nobody has,
And on a clear day you can see Alcatraz,
you can learn alot from Lydia*
I said Lydia•.0„
he said Lydia•
I said Lydia•*.*
Lydia oh Lydia, ho have you seen Lydia?
Lydia the tatooed lady*
Lydia oh Lydia, ho have you seen Lydia,
Lydia the queen of tatoos,
She once swept an admiral right off his feet,
the ships on hips made his heart skip a beat,
And now the old man!s in command of the fleet$
cause he went and married Lydia«
I said Lydia*«*«
he said Lydia. •«•
LYDIA!

THE ROLLING MILLS OF HEW JERSEY
6
The American folk legacy is filled with songs
of grieving lovers and rovers who request a particular
burial ground once rigormortis has set in* nThe end
of Chestnut Street!f has long been a popular spot; but with
the gradual disappearance of chestnut trees, and,
consequently, streets to the new industrial age, the
serious difficulty in the last half century has been
one of assimilating this original beautiful sentiment
with the currant march of progress*
We feel that this song, from the singing of Tony
Barren and John Roberts, admirably bridges: the techno-
logical gap* This touching ballad can only bring to. mind
scenic north Jersey, best viewed from the safety of the
Jersey Turnpike* Incidently the accent of the singer is
important here, particularly on such words-as "Jersey",
pronounced "Joy-zee", and is not altogether unlike the
accents of high Brooklynese* P.AoB*
When I die, bury me low,
where I can hear the petroleum flow,
A sweeter sound, I never did know,
the rolling mills of New Jerseyo
Vowix in Trt?ntr>n, "dcr's a bar,
where the bums come from near and far,
They come by truck, they come by car,
those lousy bums of New Jersey.
When at £ix*st, I star-bed to roam,
far away from my home in Bayonne,
I sat right down, and wrote up this peem,
I wrote an ode to New Jersey*
When I,die, bury me low,
where I can hear, the petroleum flow,
A sweeter sound I never did know,
the rolling mills of New Jersey.

7
AMAZING GRACE
Mazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, hut now am found,
fas blind, hut now I see*
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!
Thro1 many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come,
1Tis grace hath brof t me.safe thus far,
And grace will lead me homea
When we^ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
v/e've no less days to sing God's praise,
Than when we first begun*
CRYIN1 HOLY UNTO MY LORD
Cryin1 holy unto my lord, cryin' holy unto my lord
If 1 could I surely would
Stand on that rock where Moses stood
Lord I ainft no stranger now, Lord I ain't no stranger now
I've been introduced to the father and the son
Oh lord I ain't no stranger now
repeat chorus;
Oh sinner run and hide your face,
oh sinner run and hide your face,
Run to the rock and hide your face
The rock cried out no hidin' place«

8
EMDOM CANYON
ltfs back to Random Canyon where the griffinfs always rippin1
And the unicorn is horny in the spring
Where the crystal coyote calls over sleepy garden walls
And the wileless wambat wanders on the wing* 2x
By the mislocated mesa with my counterfeit contessa
who is secretary for the local grange
and the psychedelic sage puts the cattle in a rage
and the changing range is getting mighty strange 2x
Well I'll npeiid each golden year watching all the cattle veer
Cot- jio eight upon this earth provokes more charm
and the dragons fly by night but they very seldom "bite
but if you mess with one he111 do you harm 2x
I know I'll never leave cause I know I111 never breathe-
When 1 go back to that canyon that I love
Other canyons arenft as near though their walls are twice as steep
you can take your other canyons and go shove 2x
Ifm a random canyon man
Ifm a random canyon fan and Ifll mess with any man
Who denies that random canyon is the best
You can find no canyon greater either side of the equator
Random canyon is the glory of the West 2x
This song was written by Dave Van Ronk who is a first-class
degenerateo He also has an esceptionally warped sense of humor•

9
Co:*".er. .Klon Ho Lovo
Gorao*. Itir-n :;,o lovo, before you leave no*
Cono, JdUsp tho ono you have betrayed*
And when lfn dead, ny lovo coog and seo mo*
And throw owoot flowero upon ny grave*
Onco, 1 lovocl you with all niy heart and soul*
1 thought your lovo was all for me»
Until a stranger caee and caught your eye*
1 found you carod no more for me*
Hanys8 tho nir>ht with you 1 rambled*
Hanyfe the night with you I've lain*
Thinking your love was mine forever*
And now 1 find it was all in vain*
This ie n nice r-ollow song in which tho chorus is repeated*
Tlie number of tinon it is repeated depends mainly on the
sobriety of tho nin.^ors*
Gold Mine In The Sky
There1 o a gold mine in the sky far away
Wo will find it you and 1 none sweet day
Wo will nit up there and watch the world go by*.
When wo find that long lont gold nine in the sky*
Chorus;
Far away,
Far away*
So far away*.
So far away*
Wo will find it you and 1 some Bweet day*
Wo will nit up there and watch tho world go by*
When we find that long lont gold oino in the sky*
Simple Gifts
fTis a gift to bo sinplo,'ftis a gift to be free
fIis a gift to c'orae' down where we ought to bo,
And when wo find ourselves in the 'place just rightt
•Twill be in tho valley of love and delight*
When true simplicity is gained
To bow and to bond we will not be asharaed;
To turn, turn will be our delight
•Til by turning9 turning wo come * round right*

10
The Southern mountains have provided us with
a legacy of hell raining heroines, and the wilder*t
of the?"/ all vra& Darling Corey* .:
Darling Corey'
VJake up, wake up darlin8 Corey,
What makes you sleep so sound?
The revenue officers are cominf,
Gona tear your still house down.
The first time 1 saw darlin' Corey,
She was otandin3 in the door,
Her shoos and stockings in her hands
And her feet all over the floor*
Go Hray from me darlin9 Corey,
Quit hangin^ around my bed,
fruity • woiiiGn run me distracted,
Corn.liquor1b killed me dead*
The nont time 1 saw darlin1 Gorey,
She was standin1 on the banks of the sea.
She had two pistols strapped around her body
and a banjo on her krioo.
Last night as 1 lay on ay pillow,
Last night, as I.- lay on my bod,
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
1 dreamed. darlin* Gorey was dead,
The last time 1 eaw darlin1 Gorey,
She had a wine giaBB in her hand,
She wae drinkin' that cold pisen liquor
With a low-down Borry man*
Gc> and dig me a hole in : the meadow,
A hole in the cold, cold ground,
Go and dig oe a hole in the meadow,
Just to lay dariin' Corey down*
Don1!: you hear them blue-birds singin1?
Do:nst ycAi hear that mournft»l sound?
Theys re pr ea ching C or eyf r» f un era 1
In that lonesome graveyard ground.

11
Can The Circle 3e unbroken
I was (standing by the window
On one cold and cloudy day
And 1 saw the herso come rolling
For to carry my mother away#
Chorus*:
Can tho circle be unbroken
bj^e and bye, lord bye and by a
Thereto a boitor horao awaiting
In the sky, lord, in tiio sky
Lord^ 1 told the undertaker
Undertaker please drive slow
for this bod}/ you. arc hauling
Lord 1 hate to see her go*
I followed close behind her
Triad to hold up and be brave
3ut I could not hide ray sorrow
I'lhen they laid her in the grave
vlent back home lord
I-.y home was lonesome
3ince my mother she was gone
411 wy brotherj Bister crying
fJhat a home so Bad and lone*
Shenandoah
Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you.
A™ay, you rovin1 rivor*
Oh ohonandoah, I love your daughter,
Away, tTafre bound away, * cross the wide M.ssouri«
A whito man loved an indian maiden
Oh away you roilin1 reiver
/Jith gold and jowels his canoe was laiden
Away, wo're bound away, scross the wide hissouri*
I1^, pushin' on whon dawn is breakin1
Goin1 crocr. the wide I is souri
I y true love, rdie stands awaitin*
Away, wo'rs bound away, fcroa*s the wide Missouri*

12
Banfes of the Ohio
1 asked my love to take a walk,
To take a walk, just a little walk
Down beside where the water 'flows
Down by the banks of the.Chip
And only say that you111 be mine,
In no other's arms entwined*
Down beside where the waters flow,
Down by the banks of the Ohio,
1 askod your mother for your hand
And she said you were too young;
But only say that you111 be mine
And happiness in my arms you111 find,
1 held a knife against her breast,
And gently in my arms she pressed,
Cryoi.ng Willie, oh Willie," donft murder-me
X 8 Hi not: px- cjxar oct £ oar eUerrn 11y#
1 took her by her lily white hand,
Led her down where the waters stand*
1 picked hor up and 1 pitched her in,
Watchod her as she floated down.
1 started home twixt twelve and'one5
Crying, My God, what have 1 done?
lfve killed the only woman i love,
Because she would not be my bride.
Boozin1
Mow what are the joyo of* a single young-* man?
Why boozin1 bloody well' boozin1#
And what is he doing whenever he can?
Why bc^ogin1 bloody well boozin0
You may think lsra wrong or you may think Ifm right
lfm not going to argue* 1 know you can fight.
But what do you; think we are doing tonight?
Why boozinl: bloody well boozin1 #
Chorust
Boozin1, boozin9, just you and 1
boozin1, boozin'1 f when, we are dry
Some do it "open and some on the sly
And we all are bloody well boozin1!,

13
And what are the joys of a poor married man?
why boozin1, bloody well boozin1*
And what is he doing whenever he can?
Why boozin% bloody well boozin1*
He comes homo at night and he gives his wife all*
Ho goes out a shopping makes many a call*
But what brings him home hanging onto the wall?
Why boozin9, bloody well boozin'*
And what do the salvation army run down?
Why boozin9, bloody well boozin9*
On every street corner in every town?
Why boozin1, bloody well boozin1a
They rave on street corners they rave and they shout#
They shout about things they know nothing about*
But what are they doing when the lights are turned out?
They're boozin9, bloody well boozin9*
Tho. Fishy Song
X'<3 like to sing like the fislxl-os sing*
( inalco ij.Ajxifb movements like a singing fish)
lfd like to sing liko the fishies sing*
(again)
Make the sea weeds ring*
1 just havo one wissshhh#
That's to sing like a fisshhh*
That dittio was learned at the Beers Family Folk Festival
by Ned G* Baehus* ...
Four Strong Winds
Four strong windsthat blow lonely, seven seas that rim high*
All those things that don't change, come what may
But our good times are all gone and I'm bound to movin on*
Is11 look for you if I'm ever back this way
Think I'll go out to Alberta, weather1s goodthere in
the fall*
Got some friends that I can go to workin' for,
But 1 wish you'd change your mind, If I asked you one
more time*
But we've been through that a hundred times or more*
if 1 get there before the snow flies and if things
are lookin1 good.
You could raeet me if I sent you down the fare*
But by then it would be winter, ain't too much for
you to do.
And those winds sure can blow cold way out there*

14
Standin1 in tho Hoed of Prayer
Itfs &.o9 it1*" V..-JO It^ r.o oh Lord, .
Standin i:a tho need of pray or
It's ko0 it*L- mo it»s i»o ch Lrrd^
Standin* ir.i tho nood of prayer
■■•Tain1^ icy mother or ray father but it0a me oh Lord»#«
Tainft lay brother or my sinter but it's me oh Lord#9#
Tain't *oy deacon or my loader 9 but it's tao oh Lord. * •
Toddy Boars Picnic
If yon go out; in the woods today
Yon bottor not go alone
It's lovely out in tho woods today
But f'afer to stay at homo
For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain because
Today's the day the teddy bears havo their picnic
Picnic ti&io for.,.teddy boars
The lovely teddy •boars are having a wonderful time today
LetfB go eathe them unaware
As they picnic on their holiday
da da da da da da da
Seo than gayly gant about
They love to sing and shout
They never have any cares
At 6 o'clock their Hioioroy's and daddy's-
Will take thorn homo to bed
Because they're tired little teddy bears#

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