Gaelic Storm Album

Gather up the pots and the old tin can
And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran
And then run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney

Now keep your eyes well peeled today
The tall, tall men, they're on their way
They're searching for the mountain tea
In the hills of Connemara

Gather up the pots and the old tin can
And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran
And then run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney

A gallon for the butcher and a quart for Tom
And a bottle for the poor old Father Tom
To help the poor old dear along
In the hills of Connemara

Gather up the pots and the old tin can
And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran
And then run like the devil from the excise man

Keep the smoke from rising, Barney

Now swing to the left, now swing to the right
Sure, the excise man can dance all night
He's drinkin 'up the tea 'til the broad daylight
In the hills of Connemara

Gather up the pots and the old tin can
And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran
And then run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney

Now, stand your ground, and don't you fall
The excise men, they're at the wall
Jesus Christ, they're drinkin' it all
In the hills of Connemara

Gather up the pots and the old tin can
And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran
And then run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
(2x)

The Diamond is a ship me lads,
For the Davis Straits she's bound
And the Quay it is all garnished
With bonnie lassies round
Captain Thompson gives the order
To sail the ocean wide
Where the sun it never sets me lads
Nor darkness dims the sky.

And it's cheer up, me lads
Let your hearts never fail,
For the bonnie ship The Diamond
Goes a-fishing for the whale!

Along the quay at Peterhead
The lassies stand around
Wi' their shawls all pulled about them
And the salt tears runnin' down
Oh don't you weep, my bonnie lass,
Though you be left behind
For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice
Before we change our mind.

And it's cheer up, me lads
Let your hearts never fail,
For the bonnie ship The Diamond
Goes a-fishing for the whale!

Here's a health to The Resolution,
Likewise the Eliza Swan
Here's a health to the Battler of Montrose
And The Diamond ship of fame
We wear the trousers of the white
And the jackets of the blue
When we return to Peterhead,
We'll hae sweethearts enoo.

And it's cheer up, me lads
Let your hearts never fail,
For the bonnie ship The Diamond
Goes a-fishing for the whale!

It;ll be bright both day and night
When the Greenland lads come hame
Wi' a ship that's fu' o' oil me lads
And money to our name
We'll make the cradles for to rock
And the blankets for to tear
And every lass in Peterhead
Sing hushabye my dear!

And it's cheer up, me lads
Let your hearts never fail,
For the bonnie ship The Diamond
Goes a-fishing for the whale!

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I'll tell you a story that happened to meOne day as I went down to Youghal by the SeaThe sun it was bright and the day it was warmSays I, "A quiet pint wouldn't do me no harm"
I went to the barman, I says, "Give me a stout"Says the barman, "I'm sorry all the beer tis sold outTry whiskey or vodka, ten years in the wood"Says I, "I'll try cider, I heard that it's good"
Oh never, oh never, oh never againIf I live to a hundred or a hundred and tenI fell to the ground and I couldn't get upAfter drinking a pint of the Johnny Jump Up
After lowering the third I headed straight for the yardWhere I bumped into Brophy the big civic guard"Come here to me boy don't you know we're in the law"Well I upped with my fist and I shot to his jaw
Fell to the ground with his knees crumpled upT'wasnt I hit him t'was the johnny jumpAnd the next thing I met down in Youghal by the SeaWas a cripple on crutches, and says he to me
"I'm afraid o' me life I'll be hit by a carWould you help me across to the Railwayman's Bar"And after three pints of that cider so sweetHe threw down his crutches and he danced on his feet

Oh never, oh never, oh never againIf I live to a hundred or a hundred and tenI fell to the ground and I couldn't get upAfter drinking a pint of the Johnny Jump Up
Now I went up the Lee Road a friend for to seeThey call it the Madhouse in Cork by the LeeBut when I got up there, the truth I do to tellThey had the poor bugger locked up in his cell
Says the guard testing him, "Say these words if you can'Around the rugged rocks the ragged rascal ran'""Tell them I'm not crazy, tell them I'm not madT'was only six pints of that cider I had"
Now a man died in the Union by the name of McNabbThey washed him and laid him outside on a slabAnd after the coroner his measurements did takeHis wife took him home to a bloody fine wake
'Twas about twelve o'clock and the beer it was highThe corpse he sat up and he says with a sighI can't get to heaven, they won't let me up'Til I bring them a pint of the Johnny Jump Up
Oh never, oh never, oh never againIf I live to a hundred or a hundred and ten'Cause I fell to the ground and I couldn't get upAfter drinking a pint of the Johnny Jump Up(2x)

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CHORUS: I'll tell me ma when I go home,
the boys won't leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair, they stole me comb,
but that's alright when i go home.
She is handsome, she is prety,
she's the belle of belfast city,
She is a courting. One. Two. Three
Please won't you tell me who is she?

Now Albert Mooney says he loves her,
all the boys are fighting for her.
Knocking on the door and ringing on the bell,
saying:"Oh my true love, are you well?"
Down she comes as white as snow
with rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Old Johnny Murphy says she'll die
if she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and the hail come high,
and the snow come shoveling from the sky.
She's as nice as apple pie,
she'll get her own lad by and by!
When she gets a lad of her own
she won't tell her ma when she comes home.
Let them all come as they will
but it's Patrick Murphy she loves still!

Well in the merry month of June,
From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam,
Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted father dear,
Kissed me darlin' mother,
Drank a pint of beer,
My grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn,
And leave where I was born,
I cut a stout blackthorn,
To banish ghost and goblin,
In a brand new pair of brogues,
Rattling o'er the bogs,
And frightened all the dogs,
On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack, fol lol de ra.

Now in Mullingar that night,
I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight,
Next mornin' bright and early,
Took a drop of the pure,
To keep me heart from sinkin',
Now that's the Paddy's cure,
Whene'er he's on for drinking.
To see the lasses smile,
Laughing all the while,
At my curious style,
'Twould set your heart a bubblin'.
Asked me was I was hired,
Wages I required,
'Til I was almost tired,
Of the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack, fol lol de ra.

Now in Dublin next arrived,
I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived,
A view of that fine city.
Decide to take a stroll,
All among the quality,
Bundle it was stole,
And in a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind,

When I looked behind;
No bundle could I find,
Upon my stick a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue,
Said me Connacht brogue,
Wasn't much in vogue,
On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack, fol lol de ra.

And from there I got away,
My spirit was never failin'
Landed on the quay
Just as the ship was sailin';
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 funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs,
The water round me bubblin',
Off to Holyhead,
I wished meself was dead,
Better far instead,
On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack, fol lol de ra.

The boys of Liverpool,
When we safely landed
Called meself a fool;
I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil,
Temper I was losin',
Poor old Erin's isle
They began abusin',
"Hurrah me soul," says I,
My shillelagh fly;
Some Galway boys were by,
Saw I was a hobblin',
Then with a loud hurray,
They joined in the affray.
Soon we quickly cleared the way,
For the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack, fol lol de ra.

One, two, three, four five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack, fol lol de ra.
(2x)

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Fare thee well to Prince's Landing Stage
Mersey River, fare thee well
well I am bound for California
but I know that I'll return someday

Chorus:
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee

Oh I have signed on the yankee sailin' ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Burgess is the captain of her
And they say that she's a floatin shame

Chorus

Oh I have sailed w/ this Burgess once before
And I think that I know him quite well
For if a man is a sailor, he can get along
If not, he's in a floating Hell

Chorus

The sun is on the harbor, love
And I wish that I could be thain
Because I know it will be some long long time
Before we see you again

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(refrain:)
Whup Jamboree, whup jamboree
Oh a long-tailed black man come up behind
Whup Jamboree, whup jamboree
Johnny get your oats me son

The pilot he looked out ahead
The hands on the chains and a rattle on the lead
And the old man rose to wake the dead
Johnny get your oats me son

refrain

Oh, now soon we'll pass the lizard lights
And tha' stack, me boys, we'll heave in sight
We'll soon be abreast of the Isle of Wight
Johnny get your oats me son

refrain

And when we reach the battle docks
Those pretty young girls come down in flocks
An' it's down with their knickers and up with their frocks
Johnny get your oats me son

refrain x2

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