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Wild Rover

My wild Irish Rose

The rose of Tralee

Courtin in the kitchen

Whiskey on a Sunday

Spinning Wheel

Black Velvet Band

If We Only Had Old Ireland Over Here

Gentle Mother

The Westmeath Bachelor

 

 

Wild Rover

words and music traditional

I've been a wild rover for many a year,
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
But now I've returned with gold in great store,
And I never will play the wild rover no more.

And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never, no more.

I went down to an ale house I used to frequent,
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, but she answered me "Nay.
Such custom like yours I could have any day."

I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright,
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight,
She said, "I have whiskeys and wines of the best,
And I'll take you upstairs, and I'll show you the rest.

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done,
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they caress me as oft times before,
I never will play the wild rover no more!

My wild Irish Rose

(Lyrics & Music : Chauncey Olcott) - 1899

If you'll listen, I'll sing you a sweet little song,
Of a flower that's now drooped and dead,
Yet dearer to me, yes, than all of its mates,
Tho' each holds aloft its proud head.
'Twas given to me by a girl that I know,
Since we've met, faith, I've known no repose,
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star,
And I call her my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flow'r that grows,
You may search ev'rywhere,
But none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flow'r that grows,
And some day for my sake,
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose.

They may sing of their roses which, by other names,
Would smell just as sweetly, they say,
But I know that my Rose would never consent
To have that sweet name taken away.
Her glances are shy when e'er I pass by
The bower, where my true love grows;
And my one wish has been that some day I may win
The heart of my wild Irish Rose.

My wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flow'r that grows,
You may search ev'rywhere,
But none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flow'r that grows,
And some day for my sake,
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose.

The Rose of Tralee

Charles Glover / Mordaunt Spencer


The pale moon was rising above the green mountain,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea,
When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain,
That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee.

She was lovely and fair, as the rose of the summer,
Yet t'was not her beauty alone that won me.
Oh no, t'was the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee!

The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading,
And Mary, all smiling, was listening to me,
The moon through the valley her pale rays were shedding,
When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee.

Chorus:
Though lovely and fair, as the rose of the summer,
Yet t'was not her beauty alone that won me.
Oh no, t'was the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee!

Courtin in the kitchen

Come single belle and beau, unto me pay attention
Don't ever fall in love, 'tis the devil's own invention
For once I fell in love with a maiden so bewitching
Miss Henrietta Bell down in Captain Kelly's kitchen.

chorus:
too-ra loo-ra lie
too-ra loo-ra ladie
too-ra loo-ra-la
too-ra loo-ra ladie.

At the age of seventeen
I was prenticed to a grocer
Not far from Stephen's Green where Miss Henri's used to go sir
Her manners were so fine, she set me heart a-twitchin'
When she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen.

Sunday bein' the day we were to have the flare-up
I dressed meself quite gay and I frizzed and oiled me hair up
The Captain had no wife and he'd gone off a-fishin'
So we kicked up high-life below stairs in the kitchen.

Just as the clock struck six we sat down to the table
She handed tea and cakes and I ate what I was able
I had cakes with punch and tay till me side had got a stitch in
And the time passed quick away with our courtin' in the kitchen.

With me arms around her waist, she slyly hinted marriage
When to the door in dreadful haste came Captain Kelly's carriage
Her looks told me full well and they were not bewitchin'
That she wished I'd get to hell, or somewhere from the kitchen.

She flew up off me knees, full five feet up or higher
And over head and heels threw me slap into the fire
Me new Repealer's coat that I bought from Mr. Mitchel
With a thirty-shilling note went to blazes in the kitchen.

I grieved to see me duds all besmeared with smoke and ashes
When a tub of dirty suds right in me face she dashes
As I lay on the floor, the water she kept pitchin'
Till a footman broke the door and came chargin' in the kitchen.

When the Captain came downstairs tho' he seen me situation
Despite all me prayers I was marched to the station
For me they'd take no bail, tho' to get home I was itchin'
And I had to tell the tale of how I came into the kitchen.

I said she did invite me, but she gave a flat denial
For assault she did indict me, and I was sent for trial
She swore I robbed the house in spite of all her schreechin'
And I got six months hard for me courtin' in the kitchen.

 

Whiskey on a Sunday

Chorus:
Come day go day,
Whishing in me heart it was Sunday,
Drinking buttermilk all the week,
Whiskey on a Sunday.

He sits on the corner of Beggars Bush,
Astride of an old packing case,
And the dolls on the end of the plank were dancing,
As the crooned with a smile on his face,

His tired old hands from the wooden beam
And the puppets they danced up and down
A far better shwo you ever did see;
In the fanciest theatre in town

But in 1902 old Step Daly died,
His song it was heard no more,
The three dancing dolls in the dust were thrown
And the plank went to mend the backdoor.

But on some stormy night if you are passing that way,
With the wind blowing up from the sea,
You can still hear the song of old Step Daly
As he croons to his dancing dolls three.

Spinning Wheel

Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning
Close by the window young Eileen is spinning
Bent o'er the fire her blind grandmother sitting
is crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting.

cho: Merrily cheerily noisily whirring
Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and lightly and merrily ringing
Sounds the sweet voice of the young maiden singing.

Eileen, a chara, I hear someone tapping
'Tis the sound, dear mother, of the autumn list dropping'
Eileen, I surely hear somebody sighing
'Tis the sound, mother dear, of the autumn winds dying'

There's a form at the casement, the form of her true love
And he whispers with face bent: 'I'm waiting for you love'
Step up on the stool, through the lattice step lightly
'We'll rove through the grove while the moon's shining brightly'.

cho: Merrily cheerily noisily whirring
Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and lightly and merrily ringing
Sounds the sweet voice of the young maiden singing.

The maid shakes her head, on her lips lays her fingers
Steals up from the seat, longs to go and yet lingers
A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother
Puts one foot on the stool spins the wheel with the other

Lazily, easily, swings now the wheel round
Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's sound
Noiseless and light to the lattice above her
The maid steps, then leaps to the arms of her lover.

cho: Slower and slower, and slower the wheel swings
Lower and lower, and lower the reel rings
And the reel and the wheel stop their spinning and ringing.
Young lovers by moonlight through the grove are roving.

Black Velvet Band

In the neat little town they call Belfast
An apprentice to trade I was bound
And many's the hours sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town

'Til a sad misfortune came over me
And caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band

Chorus
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band

As I went walking down Broadway
Meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but a pretty young dame
Come trippi'n along the pathway

We took a stroll together
And a gentleman passing us by
I knew she meant evil for him
By the look in her rougish black eye

A gold watch she took from his pocket
And she slipped it right into my hand
On the very first day that I met her
Bad luck to her Black Velvet Band

Repeat Chorus

Before the Judge and the Jury
next morning we had to appear
And the Gentleman claimed his jewellery
The case against us was then cleared

So seven long years transportation
Right down to Van Diemen's Land
Far away from my friends and relations
Betrayed by the Black Velvet Band

If We Only Had Old Ireland Over Here

I was dreaming of old Ireland and Killarneys lakes and dells
I was dreaming of the shamrock and the dear old Shandon Bells
When my memories suggested in a vision bright and clear
All the strange things that would happen if we had old Ireland here.

If the Blarney stone stood out on Sidney Harbor
And Dublin Town to Melbourne came to stay
If the Shannon River joined the Brisbane Waters
And Killarneys lakes flowed into Botany Bay.

If the Shandon Bells rang out in old Fremantle
And County Cork in Adelaide did appear
Erin's sons would never roam all the boys would stay at home
If we only had old Ireland over here.

There were lots of lovely fairies dancin' on the village green
There are lots of lovely coleens the finest ever seen
Where the boys were all called Paddy and the girls called Molly Dear
Sure we'd wrap the green flag round them if we had old Ireland here.

If the Shandon Bells rang out in old Fremantle
And County Cork in Adelaide did appear
Erin's sons would never roam all the boys would stay at home
If we only had old Ireland over here.

Gentle Mother

By the side of the clear crystal fountain
There stands a lonely church yard closely by
There's a tombstone decorated with primroses
In the memory of a loved one passed away

Shall I ne’er see a more gentle mother
In the fields where the wild flowers grow
I am sorry for the loss I can't recover
Neath yon willow lies my gentle mother’s love

Some children take a liking to their parents
While some others fill their mothers hearts with pain
But some day they will be sorry for their blindness
When the crying will not bring her back again

Shall I ne’er see a more gentle mother
In the fields where the wild flowers grow
I am sorry for the loss I can't recover
Neath yon willow lies my gentle mother’s love

The Westmeath Bachelor

Sure I am a Westmeath bachelor, me age is 63,
I don't intend to marry, or to raise a family.
I'm happy and contented just to live a single life.
And thats the reason why I don't intend to take a wife.

With the red stuff on her fingernails, and the varnish on her toes,
the raddle on her old face and the whitewash on her nose
She can get a fancy barber to shave her neck and head
thats why I'm a bachelor and don't intend to wed.

Last Thursday after market in the town of Mullingar,
a friend he introduced me to a famous movie star,
She'd been married several times before to men of every creed
She thought that she had found a sucker in the bachelor from Westmeath

With the red stuff on her fingernails, and the varnish on her toes,
the raddle on her old face and the whitewash on her nose
She can get a fancy barber to shave her neck and head
Sure thats why I'm a bachelor and don't intend to wed.

I'm living with me brother, and his little cat and dog,
I'm earnin' seventy pounds a week for workin' on the bog,
Why should I change this life of ease, for one of struggle and strife,
And that's another reason why I never took a wife.

With the red stuff on her fingernails, and the varnish on her toes,
the raddle on her old face and the whitewash on her nose
She can get a fancy barber to shave her neck and head
Sure thats why I'm a bachelor and don't intend to wed.

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