Cunla

Ce he siud thios 'ta ag leagadh na gclaiochai? (x3)
"Mise me fein" a deir Cunnla.

  Chorus:
  A Chunla a chroi na tar nios goire dhom! (x3)
  Go deimhin muise tiocfaidh! a deir Cunla.
  
Ce he siud thios 'ta ag buaileadh na fuinneoige? (x3)
"Mise me fein" a deir Cunla.

  (Chorus)
  
Ce he siud thios 'ta ag fadu na tine dhom? (x3)
"Mise me fein" a deir Cunla.

  (Chorus)
  
Ce he siud thios 'ta a' cur uisce sa gciteal dhom? (x3)
"Mise me fein" a deir Cunnla.

  (Chorus)
  
Ce he siud thios 'ta ag tarraingt na pluide dhiom? (x3)
"Mise me fein" a deir Cunnla.

  (Chorus)
  
Ce he siud thios 'ta ag tochas mo bhonnachai? (x3)
"Mise me fein" a deir Cunla.

  (Chorus)



Dheanainn sugradh

  Chorus:
  Dheanainn sugradh ris an nigh'n dubh 
  'N deidh dhomb eirigh as a 'mhadainn 
  Dheanainn sugradh ris an nigh'n dubh 

Dheanainn sugradh ris a' ghruagaich 
Nuair a bhiodh a' sluagh nan cadal

  (Chorus)

Dheanainn sugradh ris an am dusgadh_ 
'N am na siuil a bhith 'gham pasgadh

  (Chorus)

Di-Luain an deidh Di-Domhnaich
Dh'fhalbh sinn le Seonaid a Arcaibh

  (Chorus)

Bha muir gorm a'ruith fo cuinnlein 
'S i cur still a grunnd an aigeil

  (Chorus)

Riof 'gha ceangal 's riof 'gha fuasgladh
Muir ma guallain fuaim is fead oirr

  (Chorus)

Null ma Chaolas na Roimh 
B'fheudar dhuinn am bom a leaiseadh

  (Chorus)

Null ma Chaolas na Fraing 
Maide 'na laimh 's gaoth 'gha greasad

  (Chorus)

Gu 'm bithidh buill nach feum a splaghsail
Ar mo mhaighdean as a thigh'n dhachaidh

  (Chorus)

Dh'fheumadh porsan thigh'n a buth dhith
Ged a bhiodh e crun an cairteal

  (Chorus)

Ged a bhiodh e crun an oirleach
Dh'fheumadh porsan dheth thigh'n dhachaidh

  (Chorus)



Drunken Sailor

What’ll we do with a drunken sailor, (x3)
Earl-aye in the morning?

  Chorus:
  Weigh heigh and up she rises (x3)
  Earl-aye in the morning
  
Shave his belly with a rusty razor, (x3)
Earl-aye in the morning?

  (Chorus)
  
Put him in the long boat till he’s sober, (x3)
Earl-aye in the morning?

  (Chorus)
  
Put him in the scuppers with a hawse pipe on him.(x3)
Earl-aye in the morning?

  (Chorus)
  
Put him in bed with the captain’s daughter.(x3)
Earl-aye in the morning?

  (Chorus)
  
That’s what we do with a drunken Sailor, (x3)
Earl-aye in the morning



Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman, mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue, so rich and sweet, to rise in the world he carried a hod
He'd a sort of a tipplin' way, with a love for the liquor poor Tim was born
And to help him on with his work each day he'd a drop of the Craythur every morn

  Chorus:
  And whack fol the dah O, dance to your partner
  Welt the floor, your trotters shake,
  Wasn't it the truth I told ya, lots o' fun at Finnegan's wake!

One mornin Tim was rather full, his head was heavy which made him shake
He fell from a ladder and broke his skull so they carried him home, his corpse to wake
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, they laid him out upon the bed
A gallon of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head 

  (Chorus)

His friends assembled at his wake and Missus Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake then pipes, tobacco an' whiskey punch
Biddy O' Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse did ya ever did see? 
Tim, mavourneen why did ya die?" "Arhhh hold ya gob!" said Patty McGee

  (Chorus)

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "Oh Biddy," she says, "You're wrong, I'm sure."
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob and she left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage, woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began

  (Chorus)

Mickey Maloney raised his head when a noggin of whiskey flew at him
It missed and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
Tim revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the dead
"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes, Thanam an dhul, did ye think I'm dead?"

  (Chorus)



Home Boys Home

Oh well, who wouldn't be a sailor lad a sailin' on the main. 
To gain the good will of his captain's good name? 
He came ashore one evening for to be. 
And that was the beginning of my own true love and me 

  Chorus:
  And it's home,boys,home 
  Home I'd like to be home for a while 
  In me me own country, 
  Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree 
  Are all a-growin' green in the old country. 

Well I asked for a candle for to light me up to bed 
And likewise for a handkerchief to tie around me head. 
She tended to me needs like a young maid ought to do, 
So then I says to her "Now won't you leap in with me too?" 

  (Chorus) 

Well she jumped into bed, making no alarm 
Thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm. 
Well I hugged her and I kissed her the whole night long, 
Till she wished the short night had been seven years long. 

  (Chorus) 

Well early next morning the sailor lad arose 
And into Mary's apron threw a handful of gold 
Saying "Take this me dear for the mischief that I've done 
For tonight I fear I've left you with a daughter or a son." 

  (Chorus) 

"Well if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse, 
with gold in her pocket and with silver in her purse, 
and if it be a boy child he'll wear the jacket blue 
and go climbing up the rigging like his daddy used to do" 

  (Chorus) 

Oh come all of you fair maidens, a warning take by me, 
Never let a sailor lad an inch above your knee, 
For I trusted one and he beguiled me, 
He left me with a pair of twins to dangle on me knee

  (Chorus) 



Lord of the Dance

I danced in the morning when the world was young
I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun
I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth 

  Chorus:
  Dance, dance, wherever you may be
  I am the Lord of the dance, said he
  And I lead you all, wherever you may be
  And I lead you all in the dance, said he 

I danced for the scribes and the Pharisees
They wouldn't dance, they wouldn't follow me
I danced for the fishermen James and John
They came with me so the dance went on 

  (Chorus)

I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame
The holy people said it was a shame
They ripped, they stripped, they hung me high
Left me there on the cross to die 

  (Chorus)

I danced on a Friday when the world turned black
It's hard to dance with the Devil on your back
They buried my body, they thought I was gone
But I am the dance, and the dance goes on 

  (Chorus)

They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that will never, never die
I'll live in you if you'll live in me
I am the Lord of the dance, said he 

  (Chorus)



Seven Drunken Nights

As I went home in Monday night, as drunk as drunk could be, 
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be. 
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me, 
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?" 

  "Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fella! Still you cannot see, 
  That's the lovely sow that my mother sent to me!"
  Well, it's many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more, 
  But a sow with a saddle on sure I never saw before.

As I went home on Tuesday night, as drunk as drunk could be, 
I saw a coat behind the door, where my old coat should be. 
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me, 
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be?" 

  "Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fella! Still you cannot see, 
  That's the lovely blanket that my mother sent to me!" 
  Well, it's many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more, 
  But a blanket with the buttons sure I never saw before. 

As I went home on Wednesday night, as drunk as drunk could be, 
I saw a pipe upon the chair, where my old pipe should be. 
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me, 
Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be?"

  "Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fella! Still you cannot see, 
  That's a lovely tin whistle that my mother sent to me!"
  Well, it's many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more, 
  But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before! 

As I went home on Thursday night, as drunk as drunk could be, 
I saw two boots beneath the bed, where my old boots should be. 
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me, 
Who owns that boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?"

  "Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fella! Still you cannot see, 
  There are two geranium pots my mother sent to me!"
  Well, it's many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more, 
  But laces in geranium pots sure I never saw before!

As I went home on Friday night, as drunk as drunk could be, 
I saw a head upon the bed, where my old head should be. 
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me, 
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be?"

  "Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fella! Still you cannot see, 
  That's a lovely baby-boy that my mother sent to me!"
  Well, it's many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more, 
  But a baby's head with whiskers sure I never saw before!

As I went home on Saturday night, as drunk as drunk could be, 
I saw two hands upon her breasts, where my two hands should be. 
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me, 
Who owns that hands upon your breasts where my two hands should be?"

  "Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fella! Still you cannot see, 
  That's a lovely bra that my mother sent to me!"
  Well, it's many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more, 
  But sure a bra with finger nails I never saw before!

As I went home on Sunday night, as drunk as drunk could be, 
I saw a thing in my wife's mouth, where my old thing should be. 
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: "(Hey, wife!) Will you kindly tell to me, 
Who owns that thing inside your mouth where my old thing should be?!"

  "Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fella! Still you cannot see, 
  That's a lovely sweet carrot that my mother sent to me!"
  Well, it's many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more, 
  But hair on a carrot sure I never saw before.



The Rocky Road to Dublin

While in the merry month of May from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and 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,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.

  Chorus:
  One, two, three, four, five,
  Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
  All the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early,
Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from sinking;
That’s a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking.
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required,
I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.

  (Chorus)

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
«Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin».

  (Chorus)

From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
When off Holyhead I wished me self was dead,
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.

  (Chorus)

Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called me self a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
«Hurrah me soul» says I, me Shillelagh I let fly.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in,
With a load «hurray» joined in the affray.
We quietly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.

  (Chorus)



The Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many's the year,
and I spent all me money on whisky and beer.
And now I'm returning with gold in great store,
and I never will play the wild rover no more.

  Chorus:
  And it's no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more,
  will I play the wild rover. No (nay) never no more!

I went to an alehouse I used to frequent,
and I told the landlady me money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay,
such a custom as yours I could have any day".

  (Chorus)

I pulled from me pocket a handful of gold,
and on the round table it glittered and rolled.
She said "I have whiskeys and wines of the best,
and the words that I told you were only in jest".

  (Chorus)

I'll have none of your whiskeys nor fine Spanish wines,
For your words show you clearly as no friend of mine.
There's others most willing to open a door,
To a man coming home from a far distant shore.

  (Chorus)

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

  (Chorus)