Afton WaterFlow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds thro' the glen,Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;There daily I wander as noon rises high,My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow;There oft, as mild Ev'ning sweeps over the lea,The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,And winds by the cot where my Mary resides,How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,As gathering sweet flowrets she stems thy clear wave.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

All for me grog

Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grogIt's all for me beer and tobaccoFor I spent all me tin with the lassies drinking ginFar across the western ocean I must wander

Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots?They're all gone for beer and tobaccoFor the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked aboutAnd the soles are looking out for better weather Where is me shirt, my noggin', noggin' shirt?It's all gone for beer and tobaccoFor the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all tornAnd the tail is looking out for better weather I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bedSince first I came ashore with me slumberFor I spent all me dough on the lassies movin' slowFar across the Western Ocean I must wanderWhere is me bed, me noggin' noggin bedIt's all gone for beer and tobaccoWell I lent it to a whore and now the sheets are all toreAnd the springs are looking out for better whether.Where is me wench, me noggin' noggin' whenceShe's all gone for beer and tobaccoWell her  (clap) is all worn out and her (clap) is knocked aboutAnd her (clap) is looking out for better whether.

Annie LaurieMaxwellton braes are bonnie, Where early fa's the dew, And 'twas there that Annie Laurie Gave me her promise true. Gave me her promise true, Which ne'er forgot will be, And for bonnie Annie Laurie, I lay me doon and dee. Her brow is like the snowdrift, Her throat is like a swan, Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on. That e'er the sun shone on, And dark blue is her ee,

And for bonnie Annie Laurie I lay me doon and dee. Like dew on th' gowan lying, Is the fa' o' her fairy feet, And like winds in summer sighing Her voice is low and sweet. Her voice is low and sweet, And she's a' the world to me, And for bonnie Annie Laurie, I lay me doon and dee.

Are You Lonesome Tonight?

Are you lonesome tonight? Do you miss me I say?Are you sorry we drifted apart?Do your memories cling to that bright summer dayWhen I kissed you and called you sweetheart?

Like the rose on the vine I am clinging to youAs I did when we drifted apartI am wishing you back to that little shackWhere I kissed you and called you sweetheart

Does the chair in your parlour seem empty and bare?Do you miss me and wish I was there?Is your heart filled with pain? Shall I come back again?Tell me, darling, are you lonesome tonight?

I have counted the days, I've counted the nightsI've counted the months and the yearsI have counted on you since we drifted apartTell me, darling, are you lonesome tonight?

The Blaydon RacesI went to Blaydon RacesTwas on the ninth of June We flew across the Tyne Bridge

Eighteen Hundred and Sixty TwoOn a summer's afternoonI took the bus from BalmbrasAnd she was heavy ladenAway we went along Collingwood StreetThat's on the Road to Blaydon

Oh me lads, you should've seen us ganninPassing the folks along the roadAnd all of them were starin'All the lads and lasses thereThey all had smilin' facesGannin along the Scotswood RoadTo see the Blaydon Races

We flew past Armstrong's factoryAnd up by the Robin AdairBut gannin ower the Railway BridgeThe bus wheel flew off thereThe lasses lost their crinolenesAnd veils that hide their facesI got two black eyes and a broken noseIn gannin to Blaydon Races

Oh me lads...

Now when we got the wheel back onAway we went againBut them that had their noses brokeThey went back ower hyemSome went to the dispensaryAnd some to Doctor GibbsesAnd some to the infirmaryTo mend their broken ribses

Oh me lads...

And came to Blaydon ToonThe barman he was calling thenThey called him Jackie BroonI saw him talking to some chapsAnd them he was persuadin'To gan and see Geordie Ridley's showAt the Mechanics' Hall in Blaydon

Oh me lads...

Now when we got to ParadiseThere were bonny games begunThere were four and twenty on the busAnd how we danced and sungThey called on me to sing a songSo I sang 'em 'Paddy Fagan'I danced a jig and I swung me twigThe day I went to Blaydon

Oh me lads...

The rain it poured down all the dayAnd made the ground quite muddyCoffee Johnny had a white hat onShouted 'Wee stole the cuddy?'There were spice stalls and monkey showsAnd old wives selling cidersAnd the chap on the ha'penny roundaboutSaying 'Any more lads for riders?'

Oh me lads...

Bloody Orkney

This bloody town's a bloody cussNo bloody trains, no bloody busAnd no one thinks of bloody us In bloody Orkney.

The bloody folk are bloody mad

The bloody roads are bloody badGood night the bright is bloody sad In bloody Orkney.

Oh bloody crows, Oh bloody rainNo bloody kerbs, no bloody drainsThe council's got no bloody brains In bloody Orkney.

The bloody things are bloody dearA bloody bob for a bloody beerAnd is it good? No bloody fear In bloody Orkney.

The bloody dances make you smileThe bloody bands are bloody vileIt only cramps your bloody style In bloody Orkney.

The bloody flicks are bloody oldThe bloody seats are bloody cold,You can't get in for bloody gold In bloody Orkney.

No bloody fun, no bloody gamesNo bloody times. The bloody damesWon't even give their bloody names In bloody Orkney.

There's nothing greets your bloody eyeBut bloody sea and bloody skyRoll on the mob! we bloody cry In bloody Orkney.

Bonnie DundeeTae the lairds i' convention t'was Claverhouse spoke E'er the Kings crown go down, there'll be crowns to be broke; Then let each cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet o' bonnie Dundee.

Chorus Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,

Saddle my horses and call out my men, And it's Ho! for the west port and let us gae free,

And we'll follow the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee! Dundee he is mounted, he rides doon the street, The bells they ring backwards, the drums they are beat,

But the Provost, douce man, says "Just e'en let him be, For the toon is well rid of that de'il o' Dundee." Chorus There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth, Be there lairds i' the south, there are chiefs i' the north! There are brave duniwassals, three thousand times three, Will cry "Hoy!" for the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee. Chorus Then awa' to the hills, to the lea, to the rocks, E'er I own a usurper, I'll couch wi' the fox! Then tremble, false Whigs, in the midst o' your glee, Ye ha' no seen the last o' my bonnets and me. Chorus

Early One Morning

Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,I heard a maid sing in the valley below:"Oh, don't deceive me, oh, never leave me!How could you use a poor maiden so?"

"Oh gay is the garland, fresh are the roses,I've culled from the garden to bind on thy brow.Oh, don't deceive me, Oh, never leave me!How could you use a poor maiden so?"

"Remember the vows that you made to your Mary,Remember the bow'r where you vow'd to be true.Oh, don't deceive me, oh, never leave me.How could you use a poor maiden so!"

Thus sung the poor maiden, her sorrow bewailing,Thus sung the poor maid in the valley below:"Oh don't deceive me! Oh, never leave me!How could you use a poor maiden so?

Go to Sea Once MoreWhen first I landed in Liverpool, I went upon the spreeMy hard-earned cash, I spent it fast, got drunk as drunk could be,And when me money was all gone, 'twas then I wanted more,But a man must be blind for to make up his mind to go to sea once more.

cho: Once more, once more, to go to sea once more But a man must be blind for to make up his mind, to go to sea once more. (LAST LINE OF CHORUS ECHOS VERSE)

That night I slept with Angeline, I was too drunk to roll in bed.My clothes was new, my money, too, and next morning with them she'd fled,And as I roamed the streets around, them whores they all did roar,"There goes Jack Ratcliffe, poor sailor boy, who must go to sea once more.

cho:

Now as I was rollin' down the street, I met with Rapper Brown.I asked him then to take me in, but he looked at me with a frown.Says he, "Last time ye was paid off, with me ye chaulked no score,But I'll give ye a chance and I'll take your advance, and I'll send ye to sea once more.

cho:

He shipped me aboard of a whalin' ship bound for them Arctic seasWhere there's ice and snow and the cold winds blow, and Jamaica rum would freeze;And worse to bear I'd no hard-weather gear, an' I'd spent all my money ashore,Ah, 'twas then that I wished that I was dead, and could go to sea no more.

cho:

Sometimes we're catchin' whales, me boys, some days we're catchin' none.With a twenty-foot oar stuck in your hand you row the whole day long.And when the shades of night come on, and you rest on your weary oar,Oh, your back's so weak you could never seek a berth at sea once more.cho:

Come all you bold sea-faring men, and listen to my songWhen you come off of them damn long trips, I'd have you not go wrong;Take my advice, drink no strong drink and don't go sleepin' with no whore,But get married, lads, and spend all night in, and go to sea no more!

GreensleevesAlas, my love you do me wrongTo cast me off discourteouslyAnd I have loved you so longDelighting in your companyGreensleeves was all my joyGreensleeves was my delightGreensleeves was my heart of goldAnd who but my Lady Greensleeves.I have been ready at your handto grant whatever you would crave;I have both wagered life and landYour love and good will for to haveGreensleeves was all my joyGreensleeves was my delightGreensleeves was my heart of goldAnd who but my Lady Greensleeves.I bought the kerchers to thy headThat were wrought fine and gallantlyI kept thee both at board and bedWhich cost my purse well favouredly.Greensleeves was all my joyGreensleeves was my delightGreensleeves was my heart of goldAnd who but my Lady Greensleeves.Greensleeves, now farewell! adieu!God I pray to prosper thee;

For I am still thy lover trueCome once again and love me.Greensleeves was all my joyGreensleeves was my delightGreensleeves was my heart of goldAnd who but my Lady Greensleeves.

I Know Where I'm GoingI know where I'm going, And I know who's going with me. I know who I love, And my dear knows who I'll marry. I have stockings of silk, And shoes of bright green leather, Combs to buckle my hair, And a ring for every finger. O' feather beds are soft, And painted rooms are bonnie, But I would give them all, For my handsome winsome Johnny. Some say that he's poor, But I say that he's bonnie, Fairest of them all, Is my handsome, winsome, Johnny.

I’ll tell my ma

I'll tell my ma when I go homeThe boys won't leave the girls aloneThey pulled my hair, they stole my combBut that's all right till I go home.

She is handsome, she is prettyShe is the bell of Belfast city

She is counting one, two, threePlease won't you tell me who is she.

Albert Mooney says he loves herAll the boys are fighting for herThey knock at the door and they ring at the bellSayin' "Oh my true love, are you well?"Out she comes as white as snowRings on her fingers and bells on her toesOld John Murray says she'll dieIf she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.

Chorus

JERUSALEM

And did those feet in ancient timeWalk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills?

And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic Mills? Bring me my Bow of burning gold:Bring me my Arrows of desire:Bring me my Spear! O clouds unfold! Bring me my Chariot of fire.I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land.

John PeelD'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay,D'ye ken John Peel at the break of day,D'ye ken John Peel when he's far, far away,With his hounds and his horn in the morning?For the sound of his horn brought me from my bed,And the cry of his hounds which he oft-times led,For Peel's "View halloo" would awaken the deadOr the fox from his lair in the morning. Yes, I ken John Peel and Ruby too,Ranter and Ringwood, Bellman and True,From a find to a check, from a check to a view,From a view to a death in the morning.For the sound of his horn brought me from my bed,

And the cry of his hounds which he oft-times led,For Peel's "View halloo" would awaken the deadOr the fox from his lair in the morning. Then here's to John Peel from my heart and soul,Let's drink to his health, let's finish the bowl,If we want a good hunt in the morning.For the sound of his horn brought me from my bed,And the cry of his hounds which he oft-times led,For Peel's "View halloo" would awaken the deadOr the fox from his lair in the morning. D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay?He lived at Troutbeck once on a day,Now he has gone far, far away,We shall ne'er hear his voice in the morning.For the sound of his horn brought me from my bed,And the cry of his hounds which he oft-times led,For Peel's "View halloo" would awaken the deadOr the fox from his lair in the morning. KilliecrankieWhaur hae ye been sae braw, lad? Whaur hae ye been sae brankie-o? Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad? Come 'ye by Killiecrankie-o? An' ye had been whaur I hae been Ye wadna been sae cantie-o An' ye had seen what I hae seen On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o I fought at land, I fought at sea At hame I fought my auntie-o But I met the Devil and Dundee On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o The bauld Pitcur fell in a furr And Clavers gat a crankie-o Or I had fed an Athol gled On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o Oh fie, MacKay, What gart ye lie I' the brush ayont the brankie-o? Ye'd better kiss'd King Willie's lofe Than come tae Killiecrankie-o

It's nae shame, it's nae shame It's nae shame to shank ye-o There's sour slaes on Athol braes And the de'ils at Killiecrankie-o

The Lambton WormOne Sunday morn young Lambton wentA-fishing' in the Wear;An' catched a fish upon he's heuk,He thowt leuk't varry queer.But whatt'n a kind of fish it wasYoung Lambton cuddent tell.He waddn't fash te carry'd hyem,So he hoyed it doon a well.

cho: Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs, An Aa'll tell ye's aall an aaful story Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs, An' Aa'll tell ye 'boot the worm.

Noo Lambton felt inclined te ganAn' fight i' foreign wars.he joined a troop o' Knights that caredFor nowther woonds nor scars,An' off he went te PalestineWhere queer things him befel,An' varry seun forgat abootThe queer worm i' the well.

But the worm got fat an' growed and' growedAn' growed an aaful size;He'd greet big teeth, a greet big gob,An' greet big goggle eyes.An' when at neets he craaled abootTe pick up bits o' news,If he felt dry upon the road,He milked a dozen coos.

This feorful worm wad often feedOn caalves an' lambs an' sheep,An' swally little barins aliveWhen they laid doon te sleep.An' when he'd eaten aall he cudAn' he had had he's fill,He craaled away an' lapped he's tailSeven times roond Pensher Hill.

The news of this myest aaful wormAn' his queer gannins onSeun crossed the seas, gat te the earsOv brave and' bowld Sor John.So hyem he cam an' catched the beastAn' cut 'im in twe haalves,An' that seun stopped he's eatin' bairns,An' sheep an' lambs and caalves.

So noo ye knaa hoo aall the foaksOn byeth sides ov the WearLost lots o' sheep an' lots o' sleepAn' leeved i' mortal feor.So let's hev one te brave Sor JohnThat kept the bairns frae harm,Saved coos an' caalves by myekin' haalvesO' the famis Lambton Worm.

Final Chorus

Noo lads, Aa'll haad me gob,That's aall Aa knaa aboot the storyOv Sor John's clivvor jobWi' the aaful Lambton Worm.

Mhàiri's WeddingOver hillways up and down Myrtle green and bracken brown, Past the shieling through the town All for sake of Mhàiri.

Chorus:Step me gaily, off we go

Heel for heel and toe for toe, Arm in arm and off we go

All for Mhàiri's wedding. Plenty herring, plenty meal Plenty peat to fill her creel, Plenty bonny bairns as weel That's the toast for Mhàiri.

Chorus: Cheeks as bright as rowans are Brighter far than any star, Fairest o' them all by far Is my darlin' Mhàiri.

Chorus:

Mountains of Mourne

Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sightWith people here workin' by day and by nightThey don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheatBut there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street

At least when I asked them that's what I was toldSo I just took a hand at this diggin' for goldBut for all that I found there I might as well beWhere the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I believe that when writin' a wish you expressedAs to how the fine ladies in London were dressedWell if you'll believe me, when asked to a ballThey don't wear no top to their dresses at all

Oh I've seen them meself and you could not in truthSay that if they were bound for a ball or a bathDon't be startin' them fashions, now Mary McCreeWhere the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

There's beautiful girls here, oh never you mindWith beautiful shapes nature never designedAnd lovely complexions all roses and creamBut let me remark with regard to the same

That if that those roses you venture to sipThe colours might all come away on your lipSo I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for meIn the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

My Heart's In The Highlands

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer -A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North -The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth;Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow;Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;Farewell to the forrests and wild-hanging woods;

Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer -Chsing the wild deer, and following the roe;My heart's in the Highlands, where ever I go.

Ol' Man RiverDere's an ol' man called de MississippiDat's de ol' man dat I'd like to be!What does he care if de world's got troubles?What does he care if de land ain't free?

Ol' man river,Dat ol' man riverHe mus'know sumpin'But don't say nuthin',He jes'keeps rollin'He keeps on rollin' along.

He don' plant taters,He don't plant cotton,An' dem dat plants'emis soon forgotten,But ol'man river,He jes keeps rollin'along.

You an'me, we sweat an' strain,Body all achin' an' racket wid pain,Tote dat barge!

Don't look up An' don't look down,You don' dast make,De white boss frown.Bend your knees, An'bow your head,An' pull date rope, Until you' dead.

Let me go 'way from the Mississippi,Let me go 'way from de white man boss;Show me dat stream called de river Jordan,Dat's de ol' stream dat I long to cross.

O' man river, Dat ol' man river,He mus'know sumpin' but don't say nuthin'He jes' keeps rollin', He keeps on rollin' along.Long ol' river forever keeps rollin' on...

He don' plant tater, He don' plant cotton,

Lif' dat bale!Git a little drunkAn' you land in jail.

Ah gits wearyAn' sick of tryin'Ah'm tired of livin'An' skeered of dyin',But ol' man river,He jes'keeps rolling' along

Colored folks work on de Mississippi,Colored folks work while de white folks play,Pullin' dose boats from de dawn to sunset,Gittin' no rest till de judgement day.

An' dem dat plants 'em is soon forgotten,but ol' man river,He jes' keeps rollin' along.

Long ol' river keeps hearing dat song.You an' me, we sweat an' strain,Body all achin an' racked wid pain.Tote dat barge!Lif' dat bale!Git a little drunkAn' you land in jail.

Ah, gits wearyAn' sick of tryin'Ah'm tired of livin'An' skeered of dyin',But ol' man river,He jes'keeps rollin' along!

The Old Triangle

A hungry feeling came o’er me stealing,And the mice were squealing in my prison cell.

Refrain:And that old triangle went jingle jangle,All along the banks of the Royal canal.

To begin the morning, the screw was calling,Get up you bowsey and clean your cell.Refrain: On a fine spring evening, the lag lay dreaming,The seagulls wheeling high above the wall.Refrain:

The screw was peeping, the lag was sleeping,While he lay weeping for his girl Sal.Refrain:

The wind was rising and the day declining,As I lay pining in my prison cell.

Refrain:

In the female prison there are seventy-five women,I wish it was with them that I did dwell.Refrain: The day was dying and the wind was sighing,As I lay crying in my prison cell.Refrain:

The Prickilie BushO, the prickilie bush, It pricks my heart full sore, And if ever I get out of the prickilie bush, I'll never get in it any more.Hangman, slack your rope; Will you slack it for a while?For I think I see my brother coming; He's riding over yonder stile. Brother, did you bring me gold, Or silver to pay my fee, For to save my body from the cold clay ground, My neck from the gallows tree?No, I didn't bring you gold, Or silver to pay your fee,But your sister and I have come todayTo see you on that hangman's tree.

Hangman, slack your rope; Will you slack it for a while?For I think I see my father coming; He's riding over yonder stile. Father, did you bring me gold, Or silver to pay my fee, etc as first chorusNo, I didn't bring you gold, Or silver to pay your fee,But your mother and I have come todayTo see you on that hangman's tree.

Hangman, slack your rope; Will you slack it for a while?For I think I see my true love coming; She's riding over yonder stile. Sweetheart, did you bring me gold, Or silver to pay my fee? Or have you come to see me swing On that gallows tree?Yes, I've brought you gold;I brought you silver to pay your fee.No, I could not bear to see you swingOn that hangman's tree.

Final cho:Oh, the prickilie bush,It pricks my heart full sore.And now that I'm out of the prickilie bush,I'll never get in it any more.

Queensland Overlanders

It's a trade you all know well, it's bringing the cattle overOn every track from the gulf and back, we're called the overlanders

There are men from every land, from Spain and France and FlandersWe're a well mixed pack both white and black, men called the Queensland rovers

cho: Pass the billy 'round me boys, don't let the pint pot stand there For tonight we drink the health of every overlander

I come from the northern plains, were the girls and grass are scantyWhere the creeks run dry or ten foot high and it's either draught or plenty

When we've earned a spree in town, we live like kings in cloverAnd a whole weeks check goes down the neck of many an overlander

When I pass along the road, the children raise my danderCrying mother dear take in the clothes here comes an overlander

The Road and the Miles to DundeeCauld winter was howlin' o'er moor and o'er mountain, And wild was the surge of the dark rolling sea, When I met about daybreak a bonnie young lassie, Wha asked me the road and the miles to Dundee. Says I, "My young lassie, I canna' weel tell ye The road and the distance I canna' weel gie. But if you'll permit me tae gang a wee bittie, I'll show ye the road and the miles to Dundee". At once she consented and gave me her arm, Ne'er a word did I speir wha the lassie micht be, She appeared like an angel in feature and form, As she walked by my side on the road to Dundee. At length wi' the Howe o' Strathmartine behind us, The spires o' the toon in full view we could see, She said "Gentle Sir, I can never forget ye For showing me far on the road to Dundee". I took the gowd pin from the scarf on my bosom - And said "Keep ye this in remembrance o' me Then bravely I kissed the sweet lips o' the lassie, E'er I parted wi' her on the road to Dundee. So here's to the lassie, I ne'er can forget her, And lika young laddie that's list'rling to me, O never be sweer to convoy a young lassie Though it's only to show her the road to Dundee.

Roamin' in the Gloamin'

I've seen lots of bonnie lassies travellin' far and wide, But my heart is centred noo on bonnie Kate McBride; And altho' I'm no a chap that throws a word away, I'm surprised mysel' at times at a' I've got to say Chorus: Roamin' in the gloamin' on the bonnie banks o' Clyde, Roamin' in the gloamin' wi' ma lassie by ma side, When the sun has gone to rest, that's the time that I like best, O, it's lovely roamin' in the gloamin'! One nicht in the gloamin' we were trippin' side by side. I kissed her twice, and asked her once if she would be my bride; She was shy, and so was I, we were baith the same, But I got brave and braver on the journey comin' hame. Chorus: Last nicht efter strollin' we got hame at half-past nine. Sittin' at the kitchen fire I asked her to be mine. When she promised I got up and danced the Hielan' Fling; I've just been to the jewellers and I've picked a nice wee ring. Chorus:

Rose of Tralee

The pale moon was rising above the green mountainThe sun was declining beneath the blue seaWhen I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountainThat stands in beautiful vale of Tralee.

She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summerYet, 'twas not her beauty alone that won meOh no! 'Twas the the truth in her eye ever beamingThat made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.

The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreadingAnd Mary all smiling was listening to meThe moon through the valley her pale rays was sheddingWhen I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee.

Though lovely and fair as the rose of the summerYet, 'twas not her beauty alone that won meOh no! 'Twas the the truth in her eye ever beamingThat made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.

The Streets of Loredo

As I walked out in the streets of Loredo,As I walked in to old Loredo Town,'I spied a poor cowboy all wrapped in white linen,All wrapped in white linen for they had gunned him down.

"Oh, I see by your outfit you are a cowpuncher,"This poor boy said from his lips of flame red,"They done gunned me down, boys, and run off and left meHere in the back street just like I was dead.

"Well, I see by your outfit you are a cowpuncher,"This poor boy says as I boldly step by,

"Come sit down beside me, my story I'll tell you,Cause I'm a poor cowboy and I'm going to die.

"Well, I was born in Southeast Texas,Where the jimson weed and the lilac does bloom;I went to go live there for to go far a-ranging,And I've trailed from Canady down to old Mexico.

"Twas once in the saddle I used to go dashing,Twas once in the saddle I used to go gay;Twas first down to the dram house and then down to Maisy's,I'se shot in the breast and I'm dying today.

"Well, go write a letter to my grey-haired mother,Go pen me a note to my sister so dear,But there is another more dear than a mother,Who'll bitterly weep when she knows that I'm hurt.

"Get sixteen cowboys to carry my coffin,Get sixteen pretty ladies to bear up my pall,Put roses all over the top of my coffinTo deaden the smell as they bear me along.

"Oh, swing the rope slowly and ring your spurs lowly,And play the dead march as you bear me along;Take me to the green valley, there lay the sod o'er me'Cause I'm a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong.

Water is wide

The water is wide, I cannot get oer Neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that can carry two And both shall row, my love and I

A ship there is and she sails the sea She's loaded deep as deep can be But not so deep as the love I'm in I know not if I sink or swim

I leaned my back against an oak Thinking it was a trusty tree But first it bent and then it broke So did my love prove false to me

I reached my finger into some soft bush Thinking the fairest flower to find

I pricked my finger to the bone And left the fairest flower behind

Oh love be handsome and love be kind Gay as a jewel when first it is new But love grows old and waxes cold And fades away like the morning dew

Must I go bound while you go free Must I love a man who doesn't love me Must I be born with so little art As to love a man who'll break my heart

When cockle shells turn silver bells Then will my love come back to me When roses bloom in winter's gloom Then will my love return to me

When the Battle's OverI returned to the fields of glory, Where the green grasses and flowers grow. And the wind softly tells the story, Of the brave lads of long ago. Chorus: March no more my soldier laddie, There is peace where there once was war. Sleep in peace my soldier laddie, Sleep in peace, now the battle's over. In the great glen they lay a sleeping, Where the cool waters gently flow. And the gray mist is sadly weeping, For those brave lads of long ago. Chorus See the tall grass is there awaiting, As their banners of long ago. With their heads high forward threading, Stepping lightly to meet the foe. Chorus

Some return from the fields of glory, To their loved ones who held them dear. But some fell in that hour of glory, And were left to their resting here. Chorus

Where is your Highland laddie gone?

Oh where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone? Oh where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone? He's gone wi' streaming banners where noble deeds are done, And it's oh, in my heart I wish him safe at home. Oh where, tell me where, did your Highland laddie dwell? Oh where, tell me where, did your Highland laddie dwell? He dwelt in Bonnie Scotland, where blooms the sweet blue bell, And it's oh, in my heart I lo'ed my laddie well. Oh what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear? Oh what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear? A bonnet with a lofty plume, and on his breast a plaid, And it's oh, in my heart I lo'ed my Highland lad. Oh what, tell me what, if your Highland laddie is slain? Oh what, tell me what, if your Highland laddie is slain? Oh no, true love will be his guard and bring him safe again, For it's oh, my heart would break if my Highland lad were slain.