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Songs
Black velvet band
Malle Babbe
Whiskey in the Jar
Dinah
Mayor of Bayswater
Wild Rover
Diok Lied
Molly Malone
Dirty Ould Town
Oever van de Rotte
Drie Oktober
Oever van de Vliet
Flower of Schotland
Sloop John B.
He laid his hand upon my toe...
The marrying kind
I am a woman sir
Tipperary
Ik ben een vrouw meneer
Titanic
Leyden Girls
Walking down canal street
Black Velvet Band
In a neat little town they call Belfast, apprenticed to trade I was bound
and manys the hour of sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town
till bad misfortune came o're me which sent me away from the land
far away from my friends and companions betrayed by the black velvet band
CHORUS
Her eyes the shined like a diamond (2 claps)
you'd think she was queen of the land (2 claps)
and her hair hung over her shoulder
tied up with a black velvet band (2 claps)
As I went strolling down Broadway not intending to stray very far
I met with a frolicksome damsel applying her trade in a bar
a watch she stole from a customer and slipped it right into my hand
the very first day that I met her, bad luck to the black velvet band CHORUS
Before judge and jury next morning, both of us were to appear
a gentleman claimed his jewelry and the case against us was quite clear
seven long years transportation right down to Van Dieman's Land
far away from my friends and companions betrayed by the black velvet band CHORUS
So come all ye jolly young fellows I'll have you take warnin' by me
whenever you're out in the liquor me lads beware of the pretty colleens
for they'll fill you with whiskey and porter till you are not able to stand
and the very next thing that you know me lads, you've landed in Van Dieman's
Land
Dinah
CHORUS
Dinah, Dinah, show us your legs
Show us your legs
Show us your legs
Dinah, Dinah, show us your legs
A yard above your knee.
A rich girl drives a limousine
A poor girl drives a truck
But the only ride that Dinah has
Is when she has a fuck.
A rich girl wears a brassiere
A poor girl uses string
But Dinah uses nothing at all
She lets the bastards swing.
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 arse.
A rich girl uses vaseline
A poor girl uses lard
But Dinah uses axle grease
Because her cunt's so hard
A rich girl does it on the bed
a poor girl on the floor
but Dinah does it standing up
so she gets 2 inches more
A rich girl uses a big towel
A poor girl uses sheets
But Dinah uses nothing at all
And leaves a trail along the streets.
DIOK-lied
Ik zat laatst in mijn stamcafé
daar kreeg ik toch een leuk idee.
we richten een Rugby club op.......
de tent stond op z’n kop.
De castelijn als een vergiet
die zei toen: juh dat ken toch niet.
daar mot je voor gaan trainen
blauwe plekken op je benen
maar ik zei je mot niet zeuren
van de week gaat het gebeuren jaaaaah....
REFREIN
Ooooo wat is het toch fijn
Om bij DIOK te zijn
Altijd hebben we gein
Op het veld
Langs de lijn
Ooooo wat is het toch fijn
Om bij diok te zijn
Altijd hebben we gein
Glaasie bier
Glaasie wijn
We deden mee aan een toernooi
dat werd mij toch een klerezooi .
want <naam> is die schele daar.
die stortte van ellende in elkaar.
De vorige dag toen was het feest
de hele ploeg was teut geweest
en toen was toch de concentratie weg
zo slecht was het nog nooit wat was dat erg .
De scheids die had een reuze lol
dus ‘k geef er 1 een suize bol
effe later was het knokke
alles ging aan brokke
maar toen wij naar huis toe gingen
begon er iemand zacht te zingen....: REFREIN
ooooo wat is het toch fijn.
Om bij DIOK te zijn .
Altijd hebben we gein .
Op het veld.
Langs de lijn.
Oooo wat is het toch fijn .
Om bij DIOK te zijn .
Zing maar allemaal mee
Falderiee faldereee
Hoortuh ris.
Juh ken je nog wat met juh orruh dan REFREIN
Dirty Ould Town
I met my love in a gas works croft
dreamed a dream, by the old canal
kissed my girl by the fac’try wall
dirty ould town, dirty ould town
I saw the clouds drift across the moon
cats are crawling, all along the beat
springs a girl to the streets at night
dirty ould town, dirty ould town
I heard a siren, down by the docks
saw a train, set the night on fire
I smelled the spring on a smokey breeze
dirty ould town, dirty ould town
I’m gonna get me, a good sharp ax
shinin’ steel tempered in a fire
we’ll chop you down, like a dead ould tree
dirty ould town, dirty ould town
3 Oktober
REFREIN
3 oktober, 3 oktober
dan zijn we als een bal
3 oktober, 3 oktober
dan gaan we aan de lal
van ‘s morgens vroeg, tot ‘s avonds laat
de kroegen in en uit
een maag vol peen en ui
en een goeie bui
het is maar eens per jaar
dus neem er nog een paar
en als je niet meer eten kan
drink dan maar.
en wil je lekker swingen, dan weet ik nog een plek
daar heb je lol voor drie en voel je je te gek
alleen 1 ding is jammer, het is niet elke dag
hebbe we gelachen op die dag
voor dieren dag REFREIN
vanmorgen half 7 liep ik al in de stad
ik kocht een pondje paling en een zak patat
maar na mijn vierde haring
en mijn tweede broodje worst
nam ik een biertje want ik stierf van de dorst REFREIN
Flower of Scotland
O Flower of Scotland
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for
Your wee bit Hill and Glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.
The Hills are bare now
And Autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
That stood against him
Proud Edward's Army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.
Those days are past now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward's Army
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
0 Flower of Scotland
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for
Your wee bit Hill and Glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.
He laid his hand upon my toe…
He laid his hand upon my toe yoho yoho (3x)
I said young man you're rather low
Get in, get out, get fuckin' about yoho, yoho, yoho
He laid his hand upon my knee yoho, yoho (3x)
I said yound man you're rather free
Get in, get out, get fuckin' about yoho, yoho, yoho
He laid his hand upon my tigh yoho, yoho (3x)
I said young man you're rather high
Get in, get out, get fuckin' about yoho,yoho,yoho
He laid his hand upon my breast yoho yoho (3x)
I said young man you've mist the best
Get in, get out, get fuckin' about yoho, yoho, yoho.
I am a woman sir
I am a woman sir
As you already know
But I am more than that
Although it may not show
I am a runner sir, I am a fighter sir
It does not worry me, when people laugh at me
The bird you see, is not what she appears to be
The chick you think you see is only fantasy
I am a prop now sir, I am a flanker sir
Or I will kick balls high and I will score a try
And I can play scrum-half and I control the ball
Even as full-back sir, I am not yet too small
The scrum is heaving sir, with muscels rippling sir
Though I'm no bitch at all you'll find me in the maul
I know just what I want, I know I can go far
A WOMAN IS GOOD ENOUGH TO BE A RUGBY STAR
Ik ben een vrouw meneer
Ik ben een vrouw, meneer, dat had U al gezien
Maar dat ik nog meer ben, dat wist U niet misschien
Ik ren nu ook meneer, ik vecht nu ook meneer
Ik raak niet van de kook, maar toch ga ik tekeer
Daar gaat je snoezepoes, daar gaat je poppedijn
Zoals ik eenmaal was, zo zal ik nooit meer zijn
Ik ben nu prop meneer, ga in galop meneer
Ik zit er bovenop en pak die bal dan weer
Ik kan ook scrumhalf zijn en passen in de lijn
En voor full back meneer ben ik nog niet te klein
De scrum staat sterk meneer, door vrouwenwerk meneer
Ik ben geen haaiebaai, maar toch druk ik een try
Ik heb een eigen wil, ik heb een eigen brein
DUS BEN IK VROUW GENOEG OM RUGBYSTER TE ZIJN
Leyden Girls
I wrote this for Margaret and Helen Leyden. The story is based on the truth.
Back in olden times
when the Irish had a passing
They'd empty out the parlor
and wake them in their home
they had a nice supply
of food and drinks there
for the tasting
and they'd open up the doors and the mourners they would come
CHORUS
Oh those Leyden girls were Irish
they were daring they were risky
They'd put there saddest faces on
and wear black Irish lace
They'd say a quick prayer for the corpse
and then drink Irish whiskey
and they wouldn't know a soul
dead or living in the place
The first thing every morning they would check the local paper
looking for an Irish name
amongst the fresh deceased
and when they'd see a Murphy or O'Toole
they'd plan their caper
and they'd mark their social calendar for a mortuary feast
The girls were most excited when
the paper came on Thursday
They'd thank their lucky stars above
to see an Irish name
With refrigeration what is was
they'd wake your man on Friday
well a girl without a weekend date
well that's an awful shame CHORUS
When death would strike the upper crust
a shaker or a mover
they'd rent a horse and carriage
to take them to the door
the risk was oh so very great that they would be discovered
so they'd roll their veils
down o're their face
and drink whiskey through a straw CHORUS
The girls had such a social life
that they would never wed
this social life was guananteed
with the next fatality
they'd make sure the drinks
were cold and stiff in honor of the dead
and they'd tip the corpse a dollar
for his hospitality
Malle Babbe
Je schuimt de straten af en volgt het dievenspoor
van schooiers en soldaten, de petten op een oor
Je tilt je rokken op en lacht naar iedere man
Die in het donker wel durft, wat overdag niet kan.
En bij nacht in de kroegen hier, gaat je naam
In 't rond bij het blondschuimend bier.
Malle Babbe kom, Malle Babbe kom hier
Lekker stuk, malle meid lekker dier van plezier
Malle Babbe is rond, Malle Babbe is blond
een zoen op je mond Malle Babbe je lekkere.....
Ik ken ze één voor één, de heren van fatsoen
Ik zal ze nooit vergeten, zoals ze jou wel doen
Hoe vaak heb jij zo'n vent bezopen stom en geil
Niet aan je borst gedrukt, je lijf nat van z'n kwijl
En bij nacht in de kroegen hier, gaat je naam in 't rond
Bij het blondschuimend bier.
En...zondag's in de kerk, dan zit daar zo'n meneer
Stijf als een houten plank
Met spijkers in z'n kop te kijken in zijn bank
Een zwart lakens pak om zijn zondige lijf
Bang voor de duivel en bang voor zijn wijf
En zuinig een cent in het zakje doen
Zo koopt hij z'n ziel weer terug en zijn fatsoen .........
En jij moet achteraan in het donker blijven staan
zoals het hoort.
Maar eens dan komt de dag, dan luiden ze de klok
Dan draag jij witte bloemen en linten aan je rok
Wanneer wij met z’n twee, gearmd de kerk uitgaan
Wat zullen ze dan kijken daar denk ik altijd aan
Als bij nacht in de kroegen hier, ik je naam weer hoor
Bij het blondschuimend bier.
The mayor of Bayswater
The mayor of Bayswater
Has got a pretty daughter.
CHORUS
And the hairs........ on her dicki dilo (2 stemmen) 3x
Hangs down to her kneeeeeees -
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shit on
And one with a fairy light on
To show us the way.
And the hairs........ on her dicki dilo (2 stemmen) 3x
I've smelt it, I've felt it
It's just like a piece of velvet.
It took a Welsh miner
To find her vagina.
I’ve seen it, I've seen it
I've lain right between it.
She married an Italian
With balls like a fucking stallion.
She divorced the Italian
And married the fucking stallion.
She slept with a demon
Who washed her with semen.
She lived on a mountain
And pissed like a bloody great fountain.
If she was my daughter
I'd make her cut'em shorter.
It took a team of dutch fireman
to break through her hymen
Molly Malone
In Dublin fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheel'd her wheelbarrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.
CHORUS
Alive, alive, oho, alive, alive oho
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.
She was a fish monger
And sure 't was no wonder
'Cause so were here father and mother before
And they each wheel'd their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh. CHORUS
She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh. CHORUS
Oever van de Rotte
Aan de oever van de Rotte
Tussen Delft en Overschie
Zat een kikvors luid te wenen
Met een zuigling op haar knie.
Kijk eens even, sprak die moeder
Zie je ginds die ooievaar
't Is de moord'naar van je vader
Hij vrat hem op met huid en haar.
Godverdomme, sprak die kleine
Heeft die klootzak dat gedaan
Als ik later groot en sterk ben
Zal 'k hem op zijn donder slaan.
Nauwelijks sprak hij deze woorden
Of daar kwam de ooievaar
't Verging hem net zo als zijn vader
Hij vrat hem op met huid en haar.
Eenmaal binnen aangekomen
zag hij daar zijn vader staan
en toen zijn ze met z’n tweeën
door de nooduitgang gegaan
Luister even beste mensen
Naar de moraal van dit verhaal
Wil je ooit een ooievaar gaan neuken
dan zeker niet anaal
Oever van de Vliet
Aan de oever van de Vliet (3x:v.d. Vliet)
Zat kleine Piet (3x: kleine Piet)
met z'n piemeltje te spelen
En Marietje kwam maar niet. (3x: kwam maar niet)
Bij het schijnsel van de maan (3x: v.d. maan)
Kwam Marietje aan (3x: Marietje aan)
Met haar rokje naar beneden
Piet z’n piemeltje ging staan. (3x: piemeltje ging staan)
Wat er daarna is geschied (3x: is geschied)
Vertel ik niet (3x vertel ik niet)
Maar zo'n negen maanden later
Was er weer een kleine Piet. (3x: kleine Piet)
Sloop John B.
we come on the sloop john B.
my grandfather and me
around Nassau town we did roam
drinking all nigth
got into a fight yeah, yeah,
Well I feel so broke
I want to go home
Ba do ba, ba do ba, ba do ba.
CHORUS
So hoist up your John B. sail
see how the mainsail’s set
call for the captain ashore....
Let me go home ...(2 e stem:let me go home)
I wanna go home...(2 e stem: I wanna go home)
Won’t you let me go hoooooome,
yeeaah, well I feel so broke (2 e stem: shit!!)
I wanna go home (2 e stem: paduba,paduba,paduba, .....)
the first mate, he got drunk,
broke in the captains trunk,
the constable had to come and take him away
sheriff of John Stone
why don’t you leave me alone
well I feel so broke
I want to go home
Ba do ba, ba do ba, ba do ba. CHORUS
a poor cook he caught the fits
and threw away all my grids
and then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home,
Why don’t they let me go home, yeah,
This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on
Ba do ba, ba do ba, ba do ba. CHORUS
The marrying kind
If I were the marrying kind
Which thanks the lord I'm not Sir
The kind of a man that I would wed
Would be a rugby Full Back Sir
And he'd find touch And I'd find touch
We'd both find touch together
We'd be alright in the middle of the night
Finding touch together
Wing three quarter ------------- Go hard
Rugby center ------------------- Pass it out
Rugby fly half ----------------- Whips it out
Rugby scrum half --------------- Put it in
Number eight ------------------- Squeezes hard
Rugby flanker ------------------ Break up fast
Rugby locker ------------------- Screw the scrum
Prop forward ------------------- Hold it up (Bind tight)
Rugby hooker ------------------- Hook balls (Strike hard)
Referee ------------------------ Blow hard
Spectator ---------------------- Come again
It’s a Long Way to Tipperary
Up to mighty London came an Irishman one day,
As the streets are paved with gold, sure ev'ryone was gay;
Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand and Leicester Square,
Till Paddy got excited, then he shouted to them there:
It’s a long way to Tipperary
it’s a long was to go
It’s a long way to Tipperary
to the sweetest gal I know
farewell to Piccadilly
so long Leister Square
It’s a long way to Tipperary
but my heart lies there
Paddy wrote a letter to his Irish Molly O,
Saying, "Should you not receive it,
Write and let me know!
If I make mistakes in spelling, Molly dear," said he
" Remember it's the pen that's bad,
Don't lay the blame on me."
Molly wrote a neat reply to Irish Paddy O.
Saying. "Mike Mahoney wants to marry me, and so
Leave the Strand and Piccadilly, or you'll be to blame
For love has fairly drove me silly, hoping you're the same!"
The Titanic
They build the ship Titanic
To sail the Ocean Blue
They thought they build a ship
That the water would never go through
But the God Lord raised his hand
And the ship would never land
It was sad that the great ship went down
CHORUS
And it was sad, so sad (3x)
It was sad that the great ship went down
To the bottom of the sea (seeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaa)
Husbands and wifes, little children lost their lives
It was sad that the great ship went down
They were 30 miles from shore
When they heard a mighty roar
And the Rich refused to social with the poor
So they put them down below
And they were the first to go
It was sad that the great ship went down CHORUS
So they lowered down the Live Boats
To the dark and stormy sea
And the band started playing
"near my lord to Thy"
Husbands and wifes, little children lost their lives
It was sad that the great ship went down CHORUS
Walking down canalstreet
Walking down canalstreet
Feeling rather high
God damn' son of a bitch
I couldn't find a guy
I finally found a guy
Meant to do it quick
God damn' son of a bitch
I couldn't find his dick
Finally found his dick
Had to give it a rub
God damn' son of a bitch
He couldn't get it up
He finally got it up
Feeling rather hot
God damn' son of a bitch
He couldn't find the spot
He finally found the spot
Then he spilled his stuff
Next time remember
That guys can only bluff.
Whiskey in the Jar
It’s as I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I met with Captain Farrel and his money he was countin’
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
sayin’, "stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver:
CHORUS
mush a ring a ma dor um dah (4 claps)
whack for the daddy Oh (2 claps)
whack for the daddy Oh
there’s whiskey in the jar (yell "HEY" with a simultaneous clap)
I counted up my money and it made a pretty penny
I took that money home and I gave it to my Jenny
she promised and she vowed that she never would deceive me
but the devil take the women for they never can be easy CHORUS
I went into my chamber for to take a little slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
but Jenny took my charges and filled them up with water
and sent for Captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter CHORUS
It was early in the mornin’ before I rose to travel
surrounded by the footmen and likewise Captain Farrel
I went for my old pistol for they’d stolen my old rapier
but I couldn’t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken CHORUS
If anyone can save me it’s my brother in the army
I think that he is stationed in Cork or in Killarney
and if he would be here we’d be rovin’ in Kilkenny
I know he’d treat be better than my darlin’ sportin’ Jenny CHORUS
Now some take delight in the fishin’ and the fowlin’
others take delight in the carriage wheels a rollin
I takes delight in the juice of the barley
and countin’ pretty women in the mornin’ oh so early CHORUS
The wild rover
I've been a wild rover for many mo’ years
And I've spent all me money on whiskey and beers
But now I’m returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.
CHORUS
For it’s nooo naaay never (loud: hoist up your kilt!)
No nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more.
I went to an alehouse, I use to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay
Such customs like yours I can have every day.
I then took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landladies eyes opened wide with delight
She said I've whiskeys and wines of the best
And the words that she told me were only in gest.
I went to my parents confessed what I'd done
And asked them to pardon their prodigal son
And as they caressed me as oft' times before
I never will play the wild rover no more.
I went to a shithouse, I use to frequent
And I told the attendant me money was spent
I asked him politely to open the door
He said no bloody likely you shit on the floor.
Ref. : (loud: shit! i.p.v. hoist up your kilt!)
I've been a wild rover for most of my life
But now I’ll settle down and I’ll take me a wife
I’ll build a logcabin and keep the wolf from the door
And I'll never will play the wild rover no more.