I Know Who Is Sick
I know who is sick I know who is sorry
I know who I'll wed but the lord knows who I'll marry
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo Too-ra-loo-ra-laddy-O
I have stockings of silk shoes of fine green leather
Combs to buckle my hair rings for every finger
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo Too-ra-loo-ra-laddy-O
Feather beds are soft painted rooms are bonny
But I would trade them all for to go with my love Johnny
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo Too-ra-loo-ra-laddy-O
Some say he is dark but I say he is bonny
Fairest of them all is my handsome, winsome Johnny
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo Too-ra-loo-ra-laddy-O
I know who is sick I know who is sorry
I know who I'll wed but the lord knows who I'll marry
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo Too-ra-loo-ra-laddy-O
I Was Told By Me Aunt
I was told by me aunt I was told by me mother
That going to a wedding would bring on another
But if I thought that faith I'd go without a bidding
For oh from my heart I'd been longing for a wedding
Musha ring do a daddy ring do a day
My sister Annie and she's younger than I am
She had so many sweethearts she's going to deny them
But here's to me self faith I haven't got so many
But oh from me heart I'd be thankful for any
Musha ring do a daddy ring do a day
And my sister Ellen and she's not yet forsaken
At the age of seventeen a bride she was taken
At the age of nineteen she had a son and daughter
But I'm sweet 45 and I never had an offer
Musha ring do a daddy ring do a day
Commence men, compense men, come tinkers or come tailors
Come fiddlers come pipers come sailors come weavers
Come rag men come bag men come foolish come witty
Don't let me die an old maid come marry me for pity
Musha ring do a daddy ring do a day
And now to conclude I give thanks to a neighbor
Who introduced me to a black chimney sweeper
He says that he loves me and swears that he will keep me
And I'll be happy with my black chimney sweeper
Musha ring do a daddy ring do a day
I'll Tell My Ma
Chorus:
I'll tell my ma when I go home, the boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair they stole my comb, but that's all right till I go home
She is handsome she is pretty, she is the belle of Dublin City
She is a courtin' one, two, three, please won't you tell me who is she
Albert Mooney sez he loves her, all the boys are fighting for her
Rappin' on the door and ringin' on the bell, "Oh, my true love are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow, rings on her fingers and bells on here toes
Oul' Johnny Murphy sez she she'll die, if she doesn't get the fella with the rovin' eye
Chorus:
I'll tell my ma when I go home, the boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair they stole my comb, but that's all right till I go home
She is handsome she is pretty, she is the belle of Dublin City
She is a courtin' one, two, three, please won't you tell me who is she
Let the wind, the rain the hail blow, high and the snow come travelin' from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie; she'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a man of her own, she won't tell her ma when she goes home
Let them all try as they will, it's Albert Mooney she loves still
Chorus:
I'll tell my ma when I go home, the boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair they stole my comb, but that's all right till I go home
She is handsome she is pretty, she is the belle of Dublin City
She is a courtin' one, two, three, please won't you tell me who is she
I'll tell my ma when I go home, the boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair they stole my comb, but that's all right till I go home
She is handsome she is pretty, she is the belle of Dublin City
She is a courtin' one, two, three, please won't you tell me who is she
I'm a Free Born Man (Free Born Man Of The Traveling People)
(Ewan MacColl)
I am a freeborn man of the traveling people
Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered
Country lanes and byways were always my ways
Never fancied being lumbered
O we knew the woods, all the resting places
And the small birds sang when wintertime was over
Then we'd pack our load and be on the road
They were good old times for the rover
There was open ground where a man could linger
Stay a week or two for time was not your master
Then away you'd jog with your horse and dog
Nice and easy, no need to go faster
Now and then you'd meet up with other travelers
Hear the news or else swap family information
At the country fairs, we'd be meeting there
All the people of the traveling nation
All you freeborn men of the traveling people
Every tinker, rolling stone, or gypsy rover
Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going
Your traveling days will soon be over
I'm A Rover
I'm a rover and seldom sober, I'm a rover, o' high degree;
And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinkin, how to gain my love's company.
Though the nicht be dark as dungeon, no' a star to be seen above,
I will be guided without a stumble into the airms o' my ain true love.
I'm a rover and seldom sober, I'm a rover, o' high degree;
And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinkin, how to gain my love's company.
He steppit up to her bedroom window, kneelin' gently upon a stone;
He rappit at her bedroom-window, "Darlin' dear, do you lie alone?"
I'm a rover and seldom sober, I'm a rover, o' high degree;
And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinkin, how to gain my love's company.
She raised her heid on her snaw-white pillow Wi' her arms aboot her breast,
"Wha' is that at my bedroom window disturbin' me at my lang night's rest?"
I'm a rover and seldom sober, I'm a rover, o' high degree;
And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinkin, how to gain my love's company.
"It's only me, your ain true lover, open the door and let me in.
For I hae come on a lang journey, and I'm near drenched to the skin."
I'm a rover and seldom sober, I'm a rover, o' high degree;
And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinkin, how to gain my love's company.
She opened the door wi' the greatest pleasure, she opened the door and let him in,
They baith shook hands and embraced each other until the mornin' they lay as one.
I'm a rover and seldom sober, I'm a rover, o' high degree;
And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinkin, how to gain my love's company.
The cocks were crawin', the birds were whistlin' the burns they ran free abune the
brae;
"Remember, lass, I'm a ploughman laddie and the fairmer I must obey."
I'm a rover and seldom sober, I'm a rover, o' high degree;
And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinkin, how to gain my love's company.
"Noo, my lass, I must gang and leave thee and though the hills they are high above,
I will climb them wi' greater pleasure since I been in the airms o' my love.
I'm a rover and seldom sober, I'm a rover, o' high degree;
And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinkin, how to gain my love's company.
The Irish Rover
On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six,
We set sail from the cold quay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks,
For the grand city hall in New York
Our ship was a craft, rigged fore and aft,
And oh, how the wild winds drove her
She had twenty-three masts, and stood several blasts
And they called her, the Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee, from the Banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan from County Tyrone,
Johnny McGurk, who was scared still of work,
And a man from West Meath, named Malone
Slugger O'Toole, was drunk as a rule,
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from the Banks Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
Two million barrels of bones
Three million bails of old nanny goat tails
Four million barrels of stone
Five million hogs, six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
Eight million sides of old blind horses' hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover
We had sailed several years, when the measles broke out
Our ship lost its way in the fog
Then the whale of the crew was reduced down to two
Meself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship stuck a rock, oh lord what a shock
The boat it turned right over, it turned nine times around,
And the poor old dog was drowned,
I'm the last of the Irish Rover
Isn't It Grand Boys
Look at the coffin, with silver handles.
Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead
Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody good cry
And always remember, the longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody well die.
Look at the widow, bloody great woman.
Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead
Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody good cry
And always remember, the longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody well die.
Look at the mourners, bloody great hypocrites.
Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead
Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody good cry
And always remember, the longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody well die.
Look at the preacher, bloody sanctimonious.
Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead
Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody good cry
And always remember, the longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody well die.
Look at the tombstone, bloody great boulder.
Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead
Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody good cry
And always remember, the longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody well die.
Look at the flowers, all bloody withered.
Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead
Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody good cry
And always remember, the longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody well die.