Gaelic Storm Album

Come away come away with the traveling show
come away with the raggle taggle gypsy oh!
We'll raggle-taggle here we'll raggle-taggle there, raggle up and down taggle everywhere.

From the North from the South from the East from the West, well the sky is our roof and the road is our rest.
No one to say 'yes', no one to say 'no'.
Run free with the raggle-taggle gypsy oh!

They locked you in a tower and threw away the key but this tower's no match for a wag like me
I'll be sneaking through your gate I'll be peaking round the corner well I've come to take your daughter, don't you say I didn't warn ya.

I'll be bringing you a fiddle
I'll be singing you a song
we'll fiddle, sing, sing,
fiddle all day long.

In the halls and the walls
they will her us sing and say
"whack fol the diddle diddle die diddle day"

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Come on and wade, way out into the water with me,
we're drowning on dry land.
Come on and wade way out into the water with me...
Jump in and take my hand.

I'll be rapping at your window
I'll be knocking at your door
I'll be tip tippy tapping,
tippy tapping on the floor
With me fine silk britches
and a feather in me hat
If I run into your father
then I'll stop and have a chat!
Cutting through your garden
on the way to rendezvous
and the owls in the trees
are hooting "who are you?"
And the mice and the cats
and the spiders and the bats
we're dancing 'round the kitchen
like a pack of acrobats

Run away, Run away
with the traveling show
Run away with the rambling gypsy oh!

Come on and wade, way out into the wayer with me,
we're drowning on dry land.
Come on and wade way out into the water with me...
Jump in and take my hand.

A roving and a running
and a riding on the sea
and everywhere we go as happy as can be
All the mountains and the valleys
and the rivers and the streams,
all the lovely places
that you've seen in your dreams
I'll give you the heavens,
the stars in the sky,
every wooded creature,
every bird and butterfly
I've never had a fortune
not a penny will you find
you're my one and only treasure,
you can leave all the rest behind.

Come on and wade, way out into the wayer with me,
we're drowning on dry land.
Come on and wade way out into the water with me...
Jump in and take my hand.

Well you know I gotta say I met a lot of friends this way, when the sun goes down
Just hanging with the crew knocking back a brew or two

A brew or two! A brew or two or three or four!

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Me and the moon stayed up all night;
I brought the whiskey! He brought the light!
Me and the moon stayed up all night;
I brought the whiskey! He brought the light!
A' quarter to three, we're feeling fine when the sun comes up I'm gonna miss my friend moonshine.

Well the dogs and the cats and those raccoon chaps in their furry hats, gathered around.
And the rooks and the ravens started to sing and flap their wings

Flap sing, flap sing, flap sing Oh!

Me and the moon stayed up all night;
I brought the whiskey! He brought the light!
Me and the moon stayed up all night;
I brought the whiskey! He brought the light!
A' quarter to three, we're feeling fine
when the sun comes up I'm gonna miss my friend moonshine.

Well now the possum screamed as loud as a possum could
I said "I understood" when it's all inside you got to let it out.

You gotta scream shout! Scream shout! Scream shout! Scream shout!

Me and the moon stayed up all night;
I brought the whiskey! He brought the light!
Me and the moon stayed up all night;
I brought the whiskey! He brought the light!
A' quarter to three, we're feeling fine
when the sun comes up I'm gonna miss my friend moonshine.

To this day they talk about their night
When the moon, the raccoon the possum and the hound

Danced around, danced acround danced around, danced around

Me and the moon stayed up all night;
I brought the whiskey! He brought the light!
Me and the moon stayed up all night;
I brought the whiskey! He brought the light!
A' quarter to three, we're feeling fine
when the sun comes up I'm gonna miss my friend moonshine.

Now I'm sure you've heard the sorry tale, of the day when Johnny fell, but here's a side of the story, boys, you might not know so well

When the hullabaloo was over, that night at the Castle Bar myself and the Five Cork Women had to bury Johnny Tarr!

We rolled him out the door to the morgue at Bishopstown, we asked if they'd cremate him, but the coroner wore a frown.

He sadly shook his head and said, "Your plan won't work so well, there's so much booze inside his veins he'll blow this place to hell!"

So if it starts raining and the thunder rumbles loud, Johnny's fallen up in heaven and landed on a cloud.
His tears are falling as he laughs for he knows that when you die, In the big! Pub! Way up in the sky! You'll never ever, ever, ever, ever drink 'em dry!

We finally got him out the door and we propped him ag'in the wall, but we couldn't find a big enough hearse to carry him at all.
We rolled him to Cobh Harbor, for a burial at sea, we found the Irish Navy, they had all gone home for tea.

So if it starts raining and the thunder rumbles loud, Johnny's fallen up in heaven and landed on a cloud.
His tears are falling as he laughs for he knows that when you die, In the big! Pub! Way up in the sky! You'll never ever, ever, ever, ever drink 'em dry!

So once more we slowly rolled him, to the pub where he lived and died, we went in to drown our sorrows, and we left the corpse outside.
When we stumbled out at sunrise, he was white as any sheet, there was Johnny frozen solid in the middle of the street.

So we covered him in concrete, and forevermore he'll stand a pigeon on his baldy head and a pint glass in his hand.
The passersby all give a shout to the Saint of Lager Lout,
"Please treat him as a Roundabout!" Yer man named Johnny Tarr!
"Please treat him as a Roundabout!" Yer man named Johnny Tarr!

So if it starts raining and the thunder rumbles loud, Johnny's fallen up in heaven and landed on a cloud.
His tears are failing as he laughs for he knows that when you die, In the big! Pub! Way up in the sky! You'll never ever, ever, ever, ever drink 'em dry!

I used to be a fisherman, on the icy crests we'd ride
Like a banshee on the wind, we'd sail the ocean wide.
From the shoals of Yarmouth bay to Newfoundland we'd go...

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and we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down below

Out to the snows of Greenland, into the screaming gale
Out into the storm, chasing down the whale
When the harpoon struck, the mighty fish would blow...

and we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down below

In our bunks we'd find no solace, no comfort just remorse
We'd curse at the bad fortune that set us on this course
Gathered 'round the lamplight we'd sing both high and low...

and we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down below

From the rocks of Lizard Reef to Plymouth we are bound
The skipper's yelling blood as the jagged cliffs we round
Jack Duggan in the foresail, Billy Reilly in the crow...

and we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down below

Only when we'd quenched the mighty vessel's appetite
Would the captain tell us lads, "We'll be going home tonight!"
We'd turn to the raging sea and raise our fists and yell,
"You won't be seeing us today you won't be seeing us in Hell!"
Once ashore we'd head into the pub for a tankard full of ale
One day would turn into a week and the time would come to sail
We'd say goodbye to the girls to we love, then off from the shore we'd row...

and we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down below

Bhí Dónall bocht cam agus dronn ar a dhroin
Ag gabháil tríd an ngleann ins an oíche
Nuair a chuala sé ceol ba chaoineadh na sióg
Ag teacht aige tearg na gaoithe

Chorus:

Dé Luain, Dé Máirt, Dé Luain, Dé Máirt
Bhí Dónall cam agus dronn ar a dhroim
Dé Luain, Dé Máirt, Dé Luain, Dé Máirt
Ag teacht aige learg na gaoithe
Dé Luain, Dé Máirt, Dé Luain, Dé Máirt
Bhí na sióga ag canadh an amhrán sin gach oíche
Dé Luain, Dé Máirt, Dé Luain, Dé Máirt
ag dahmsa timpeall an tine

Do stad sé agus d'éist go ciúin le gach séis
‘S I ngéibheann ar glaoch binn is bhi sé
Ach a chroí istigh go breoigh mar do theip ar an gceoil
‘S níoi cuireadh críoch coir leis an line
Ná ghlac Dónall cam agus dronn ar a dhroim
A mhisneach, agus chan go deas séideán

Dé Luain, Dé Máirt Dé Luain, Dé Máirt Dé Luain, Dé Máirt, is Dé Céadaoin

Dé Luain, Dé Máirt, Dé Luain, Dé Máirt Bhí Dónall cam agus dronn ar a dhroim
Dé Luain, Dé Máirt, Dé Luain, Dé Máirt Ag teacht aige learg na gaoithe
Dé Luain, Dé Máirt, Dé Luain, Dé Máirt Bhí na sióga ag canadh an amhrán sin gach oíche
Dé Luain, Dé Máirt, Dé Luain, Dé Máirt ag dahmsa timpeall an tine

Nuair a chuala an slua sí, an críoch gheal míor bhinn
Nach orthu a bhíodh rí-rá agus áthas
Do bhain said an dronn de Dhónall bocht cam
Agus d'imigh abhaile gan meacan

Dé Luain, Dé Máirt, Dé Luain, Dé Máirt Bhí Dónall cam agus dronn ar a dhroim
Dé Luain, Dé Máirt, Dé Luain, Dé Máirt Ag teacht aige learg na gaoithe
Dé Luain, Dé Máirt, Dé Luain, Dé Máirt Bhí na sióga ag canadh an amhrán sin gach oíche
Dé Luain, Dé Máirt, Dé Luain, Dé Máirt ag dahmsa timpeall an tine

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When I was a young un', I knew a lad from Ballybunion
He hadn't got a single penny to his name, you might say
He had a raggedy coat, and like two rubber boats
He kept his wellington boots on from December to May

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It was Kevin Kelly, with his chopped off wellies
In the middle of the summer time he was looking fine!
His pants had holes in the knees but he was proud as you please
With his ol' wellies he keep strolling along

As we got older and slyer and bolder and the girls we had our eyes on they got older as well
With paint on their faces (with paint on their faces) and curves in nice places (curves in nice places!)
We were dressed to impress them and we thought we were swell!
Well our duds were in fashion (duds were in fashion!) to kindle their passion (kindle their passion!)
But there was Kevin on the dance floor looking anything but neat
He was tryin' to flirt (he was tryin' to flirt) in his hand-me-down shirt, (in his hand-me-down shirt!) with the same ol' wellies on his two big feet!

It was Kevin Kelly, with his chopped off wellies
In the middle of the summer time he was looking fine!
His pants had holes in the knees but he was proud as you please
With his ol' wellies he keep strolling along

Well we teased him and we mocked him, but sure that never shocked him, he painted on some laces and cut them down to look like shoes.
He was poor but he had style, he made everybody smile
He wore his ol' wellies!
He wore his ol' wellies!
He wore his ol' wellies!
Like he'd nothin' to lose!

The next time we found him, (next time we found him) well the girls were all around him (Girls were all around him)
He was busting the moves, he was happy as can be
One of the girls came near, (One of the girls came near) and whispered in my ear...
"Only boys who wear their wellies have a chance wit' me."

It was Kevin Kelly, with his chopped off wellies
In the middle of the summer time he was looking fine! (He was looking fine!)
His pants had holes in the knees but he was proud as you please
With his ol' wellies he keep strolling along

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Nothing happened again today excitement took a holiday
No spaceship in my cereal bowl no jam to fill my doughnut hole.
The black stuff in between the stars the space around the moon
If tomorrow comes today wouldn't be a day too soon

Chorus:
Paid on Thursday, gone by Sunday
Hello Monday! Here we go again!
Paid on Thursday, gone by Sunday
Hello Monday!... Here we go again!

Kiss the dog, pat the wife this ain't living this is life
Check to check, nice to five, I'm waiting for my weekend to come alive
Morning follows night, evening follows afternoon.
If tomorrow comes today wouldn't be a day too soon

Paid on Thursday, gone by Sunday
Hello Monday! Here we go again!
Paid on Thursday, gone by Sunday
Hello Monday!... Here we go again!

Then the weekend comes along
Finally having fun
Laughing, Singing, drinking, dancing and then it's gone

Paid on Thursday, gone by Sunday
Hello Monday! Here we go again!
Paid on Thursday, gone by Sunday
Hello Monday!... Here we go again!

i've got a job down at the brewery, so I don't mind taking my work home with me.
You live, you love, you laugh, you cry, life just slides on by
But in my mind I'm playing football in the rain you're standing on the line, calling out my name
I close my eyes nothing ever feels the same

Chorus:
Sometimes I take the long way home I walk down to the sea
I look out across the water and remember how it used to be

I've got a car but I walk most everywhere so I can feel the earth, feel the sun and breathe the air
I stop and say hello, no one answers back.
Well I'm doing o.k. I've got friends and family
People to love and people who love me
But I still wish I could see my old town once again

Sometimes I take the long way home I walk down to the sea
I look out across the water and remember how it used to be

We bar-b-que on Sunday watch the game on channel nine
the it's down to the pub for a pint a glass of wine
sing karaoke to each other
"He ain't heavy... he's my brother"

Sometimes I take the long way home I walk down to the sea
I look out across the water and remember how it used to be

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My friend Harvey married Tracey McColl
by Christ, she was a scary ol' doll
A voice out of hell and with a temper to boot
Arms like a navvy and a face like dried fruit

I bumped into Harvey back home last year
Says I to him, "Do you want to go for a beer?"
"No! Me sister's French husband is over," says he
"I've been sent to get snails to impress him for tea."

"I was down in the snail shop she told me to go
I'm a little bit late because the business was slow...
If I'm not home by six, I'll surely be done
The missus will kill me, Let's just go for the one!"

the one, the one, don't go for the one.
Don't go for the one, for the one, for the one
the one, the one, don't go for the one.
Don't go for the one, for the one, for the one

For the one went down fast the second did too
Three of four followed 't was a fine how do you do!
Harvey looked at his watch and shrieked out with fright
It was twenty past ten, we'd been drinking all night!

Well cursing my name, he sped cross the floor
Clutching the snails he ran out the door
"I'm a dead man!" he said "I'm drunk and I'm late!"
As he tore down the road and up to his gate

the one, the one, don't go for the one.
Don't go for the one, for the one, for the one
the one, the one, don't go for the one.
Don't go for the one, for the one, for the one

Well he opened the gate and he ran down the path
for he knew he was in for the dragon's wrath
But he tripped and he fell and up in the air
went the bag and with the snails flying everywhere

Hearing the noise she kicked open the door
Snails and Harvey were spread cross the floor
“You're three hours late!!” she screamed, as loud as she could
“What's your excuse? This had better be good!”
Well he looks down at the snails and with a confident air
He says “Five more feet lads, we're nearly there.”

the one, the one, don't go for the one.
Don't go for the one, for the one, for the one
the one, the one, don't go for the one.
Don't go for the one, for the one, for the one

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Old songs and old stories,
They keep us alive.
Without our past,
We would never survive.
I am my island,
My island is me,
So you know what you can do
If you don't like what you see...

Kiss me, I'm Irish!
I am the wild rover.
My eyes they are smiling,
And I'm seldom sober.
I like my whiskey,
And I love to dance,
So if you're feeling as lucky as me, take a chance,
And kiss me, I'm Irish...

My heart beats a jig,
And me blood, it flows green.
I've been a rogue and a rambler
From ocean to sea.
And I like a Bevy,
Now and then, that I'll never deny.
But I only drink on the days of the week that end with a 'y'.
I'm no saint, I'm no sinner,
Of that there's no doubt.
I'll tell you the truth,
I am the one that your grandmother warned you about...

Kiss me, I'm Irish!
I am the wild rover.
My eyes they are smiling,
And I'm seldom sober.
I like my whiskey,
And I love to dance,
So if you're feeling as lucky as me, take a chance,
And kiss me, I'm Irish...

Dublin, Milwaukee, Cleveland and Cork,
Kerry, Chicago, and my New York,
Befast and Boston, Donegal and DC,
Raise you glasses and sing, sing, sing, sing with me...

Kiss me, I'm Irish!
I am the wild rover.
My eyes they are smiling,
And I'm seldom sober.
I like my whiskey,
And I love to dance,
So if you're feeling as lucky as me, take a chance,
And kiss me, I'm Irish...

I am the wild rover.
My eyes they are smiling,
And I'm seldom sober.
I like my whiskey,
And I love to dance,
So if you're feeling as lucky as me, take a chance,
And kiss me, I'm Irish...