The Rattling Boy from Dublin
I'm a rattling boy from Dublin town,
I courted a girl called Biddy Brown,
Her eyes they were as black as sloes,
She had black hair and an aquiline nose.
Chorus --
Whack fal de da, fal de darelido,
Whack fal de da, fal de darelay,
Whack fal de da, fal de darelido,
Whack fal de da, fal de darelay.
One night I met her with another lad,
Says I, Biddy, I've caught you, by dad,
I never thought you were half so bad
As to be going about with another lad.
Chorus
Says I, Biddy, this will never do,
For to-night you've prov'd to me untrue,
So do not make a hullaballoo,
For I will bid farewell to you.
Chorus
Says Barney Magee, She is my lass,
And the man that says no, he is an ass,
So come away, and I'll give you a glass,
Och, sure you can get another lass.
Chorus
Says I, To the devil with your glass,
You have taken from me my darling lass,
And if you look angry, or offer to frown,
With my darling shillelah I'll knock you down.
Chorus
Says Barney Magee unto me,
By the hokey I love Biddy Brown,
And before I'll give her up to thee,
One or both of us will go down.
Chorus
So, with my darling shillelah, I gave him a whack,
Which left him lying on his back,
Saying, botheration to you and Biddy Brown,--
For I'm the rattling boy from Dublin town.
Chorus
So a policeman chanced to come up at the time,
And he asked of me the cause of the shine,
Says I, he threatened to knock me down
When I challenged him for walking with my Biddy Brown.
Chorus
So the policeman took Barney Magee to jail,
Which made him shout and bewail
That ever he met with Biddy Brown,
The greatest deceiver in Dublin town.
Chorus
So I bade farewell to Biddy Brown,
The greatest jilter in Dublin town,
Because she proved untrue to me,
And was going about with Barney Magee.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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In Biddy's Cheeks Ye Roses Blow
In Biddy's Cheeks ye roses blow
In Cattys nose they rise
From Biddys lips soft accents flow
And streams from Catty's Eyes
The jet that Biddy's brows display
To Catty's teeth repairs
And Biddy's Lillies bleachd to grey
Appear in Catty's hairs
Yet all ye world sweet Biddy toast
neglected Catty lyes
While she deserves ye Bumper most
who most attracts our Eyes
poem by Thomas Parnell
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Colin Instructed
Young Colin was as stout a boy
As ever gave a maiden joy;
But long in vain he told his tale
To black-eyed Biddy of the Dale.
Ah why, the whining shepherd cried,
Am I alone your smiles denied?
I only tell in vain my tale
To black-eyed Biddy of the Dale.
True Colin, said the laughing dame,
You only whimper out your flame,
Others do more than sigh their tale
To black-eyed Biddy of the Dale.
He took the hint &c.
poem by Thomas Chatterton
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Star Of The County Down
In banbridge town in the county down
One morning last july,
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet fronn her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there.
Chorus:
From bantry bay up to derry quay and
From galway to dublin town,
No maid Ive seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the county down.
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a feelin rare,
And I says, says i, to a passer-by,
Whose the maid with the nut brown hair?
He smiled at me and he sayss, says he,
Thats the gem of irelands crown.
Its rosie mccann from the banks of the bann,
Shes the star of the county down.
Chorus:
From bantry bay up to derry ouay and
From galway to dublin town,
No maid Ive seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the county down.
At the harvest fair shell be surely there
And Ill dress in my sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
Right for a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe Ill smoke, no horse Ill yoke
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the star of the county down.
Chorus / repeat
song performed by by Van Morrison
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You Oughta Be Spanked, Boo
Whack, whack, whack...
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack...
You wanna be spanked?
Whack, whack, whack...
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack...
You wanna be spanked?
Whack, whack, whack...
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack...
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
You come home late to ask me...
'Where've you been?
I didn't see you...
Comin' in.'
You come home late to ask me...
More than enough.
To try to hide...
Your crooked stuff,
But...
Whack, whack, whack...
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack...
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
You come home late to ask me...
More than enough.
To try to hide...
Your crooked stuff,
But...
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
'I like it! '
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
'I like it! '
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
'And I like it! '
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here's to the Maiden of Bashful Fifteen
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
Here's to the widow of fifty;
Here's to the flaunting extravagant quean,
And here's to the housewife that's thrifty.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize;
Now to the maid who has none, sir:
Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes,
And here's to the nymph with but one, sir.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow;
Now to her that's as brown as a berry:
Here's to the wife with her face full of woe,
And now to the damsel that's merry.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
For let 'em be clumsy, or let 'em be slim,
Young or ancient, I care not a feather;
So fill a pint bumper quite up to the brim,
And let us e'en toast them together.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
poem by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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Don't Leave Your Kiddy Bidding In a Gloom Room
Don't leave your kiddy bidding in a gloom room,
Plan to go soon.
Don't you leave your little kiddy,
Bidding in a gritty city.
Since no one will give you pity.
And think you a dizzy biddy.
Don't leave your kiddy bidding in a gloom room,
Plan to go soon.
And ditch your pitching itch,
To scratch more than just a bit.
Don't you leave your little kiddy,
Bidding in a gritty city.
Since no one will give you pity.
And think you a dizzy biddy.
Don't leave your kiddy bidding in a gloom room,
Plan to go soon.
Or be stuck and out of luck.
Thinking you can make a buck.
Scratching more than just a bit.
Don't you leave your little kiddy,
Bidding in a gritty city.
Since no one will give you pity.
And think you a dizzy biddy.
Don't leave your kiddy bidding in a gloom room,
Plan to go soon.
Don't you leave your little kiddy,
Bidding in a gritty city.
Since no one will give you pity.
And think you a dizzy biddy.
Scratching more than just a bit.
And you will not admit,
That you can't handle it.
And someone will come along,
To use you to do wrong.
And you will waste your time,
Convincing you are strong.
Don't you leave your little kiddy,
Bidding in a gritty city.
Since no one will give you pity.
And think you a dizzy biddy.
Don't leave your kiddy bidding in a gloom room,
Plan to go soon.
Or be stuck and out of luck.
Thinking you can make a buck.
Scratching more than just a bit.
Of a life you should give up,
And not feed greed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paddy Magee
What are you doing now, Paddy Magee?
Grafting, or spelling now, Paddy Magee?
Breaking, or branding?
Or overlanding,
Out on the sand ridges, Paddy Magee?
Is your mouth parched, from an all-night spree?
Taking a pick-me-up, Paddy Magee?
Cocktail - or simple soda and b.? -
Which is the 'antidote,' Paddy Magee?
Still 'shook' on some beautiful, blushing she?
Girl in the Bogan side, Paddy Magee?
A hack providing
For moonlight riding,
Side-saddle foolery, Paddy Magee?
Up on the station - or in the town -
Or on the Warrego, droving down,
Whatever you're doing - wherever you be!
'There's lashin's o' luck to ye!' Paddy Magee!
poem by Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
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Circumstances Alter Cases
TIM Murphy's gon' walkin' wid Maggie O'Neill,
O chone!
If I was her muther, I'd frown on sich foolin',
O chone!
I'm sure its unmutherlike, darin' an' wrong
To let a gyrul hear 'tell the sass an' the song
Of every young felly that happens along,
O chone!
An' Murphy, the things that's be'n sed of his doin',
O chone!
'Tis a cud that no dacent folks wants to be chewin',
O chone!
If he came to my door wid his cane on a twirl,
Fur to thry to make love to you, Biddy, my girl,
Ah, wouldn't I send him away wid a whirl,
O chone!
They say the gossoon is indecent and dirty,
O chone!
In spite of his dressin' so.
O chone!
Let him dress up ez foine ez a king or a queen,
Let him put on more wrinkles than ever was seen,
You'll be sure he's no match for my little colleen,
O chone!
Faith the two is comin' back an' their walk is all over,
O chone!
'Twas a pretty short walk fur to take wid a lover,
O chone!
Why, I believe that Tim Murphy's a kumin' this way,
Ah, Biddy jest look at him steppin' so gay,
I'd niver belave what the gossipers say,
O chone!
He's turned in the gate an' he's coming a caperin',
O chone!
Go Biddy, go quick an' put on a clane apern,
O chone!
Be quick as ye kin fur he's right at the dure;
Come in, master Tim, fur ye're welcome I'm shure.
We were talkin' o' ye jest a minute before.
O chone!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Dublin
After our affair
I swore that Id leave dublin
And in that line Id left behind
The years, the tears, the memories and you
In dublin
At the quays friends come and say farewell
Wed laugh and joke and smoke
And later on the boat
Id cry over you
In dublin
How can I leave the town that brings me down
That has no jobs
Is blessed by god
And makes me cry
Dublin
And at sea with flowing hair
Id think of dublin
Of grafton street and derby square
And those for whom I really care and you
In dublin
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Dublin
After our affair
I swore that Id leave dublin
And in that line Id left behind
The years, the tears, the memories and you
In dublin
At the quays friends come and say farewell
Wed laugh and joke and smoke
And later on the boat
Id cry over you
In dublin
How can I leave the town that brings me down
That has no jobs
Is blessed by god
And makes me cry
Dublin
And at sea with flowing hair
Id think of dublin
Of grafton street and derby square
And those for whom I really care and you
In dublin
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Same Ol' Situation
She's got an alligator bag
Top hat to match
Dressed in black on black
She's got a philipino girlie
She claims is her friend
I tell you boys, you just gotta laugh
Now i used to call her cindy
She changed her name to "sin"
I guess that's the name of her game
I really used to love her
Then, the kitty she discovered
It's got to be a sexual thing
(pre-chorus)
All around the world
Girls will be girls
(chorus)
It's the same ol', same ol' situation
It's the same ol', same ol' ball and chain
I say no, no, no
No, no, no
Introduced me to her lover
In a cellophane dress
Then they bid me a sweet farewell
Last time i saw them
They were kissing so softly
To the sound of wedding bells
Well,
(pre-chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)
No, no, no
No, no, no
(solo)
(chorus)
(chorus)
You know we just gotta say
(pre-chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Mississippi Lady
Written by - Jim Croce
With just a sleeping bag and an old guitar
I left the band in New Orleans
I did some time with the bottle, some with the river queens
I never thought I would meet a girl
Who could turn my head around
Till I met that Mississippi Lady in sleepy Gulfport town, she was a
Chorus:
Mississippi Lady
My lovin' Gulfport gal
She taught me how to love
And she really loved me well
She took me up to heaven
Then she brought me down
That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown
Hot July in Gulfport
And I was working in the bars
And she was working on the street
With the rest of the evening stars
She said, I never met a guy
Who could turn my head around
And that's really sayin' something
For Sweet Cordelia Brown
She was a
Chorus
Now I'm back in New York City
Playin' in a band
But my mind's on Mississippi
Is it hard to understand
I never thought I would meet a girl
Who could bring me that far down
Like the girl I met in Gulfport
Sweet Cordelia Brown
She was a
Chorus
That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown
song performed by by Jim Croce
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Children Go Where I Send You
Traditional
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
Im gonna send you one by one,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in bethlehem.
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
Im gonna send you two by two,
Two for paul and silas,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in bethlehem.
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
Im gonna send you four by four,
Four for the poor that stood at the door,
Three for the hebrew children,
Two for paul and silas,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in bethlehem.
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
Im gonna send you six by six,
Six for the six that couldnt get fixed,
Five for the gospel preacher,
Four for the poor that stood at the door,
Three for the hebrew children,
Two for paul and silas,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in bethlehem.
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
Im gonna send you eight by eight,
Eight for the eight that stood at the gate,
Seven for the seven came down from heaven,
Six for the six that couldnt get fixed,
Five for the gospel preacher,
Four for the poor that stood at the door,
Three for the hebrew children,
Two for paul and silas,
One for the little biddy baby, one for the little biddy baby,
One for the little biddy baby. he was born, born,......
He was born in bethlehem.
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Out Of Whack
Maybe nobody told you about this life
Maybe nobody answered your questions why
Simple revelations, they come in time
Those liars told us things would all be fine
Born out of whack, give him something possible
You thought it would've mattered
Not likely to change things we've come too far
Where innocent young kids are put behind bars
But it's an easy decision, banished so far
You're not as civil as you think you are
(Chorus)
You say we're all born out of whack
Well, don't act so surprised now, there's been
A lot going on
Since you realized that we're all just kids trying
To get along
So answer one thing
Are you gonna stay inside, are you gonna stay
Inside of your minds?
Are we all born wrong?
(Chorus)
[As printed in CD booklet
song performed by by Flaw
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Hey, Hey, Nadine
(berry/buck/mills/stipe)
(chorus 1)
Pretty blond hair singing as she walks
China-like smile bitchin' as she talks
Dangerous eyes on a small town girl
Seen everything all around the world
If i could only let her see my way
Maybe we should spin a watch all day
In a place far away from here
(repeat chorus 1)
(chorus 2)
Hey, hey, nadine (she's such good girl)
Hey, hey, nadine (got me in a whirl)
Hey, hey, nadine (she's okay)
(repeat chorus 1)
(repeat chorus 2)
(repeat chorus 1)
(repeat chorus 2 2x)
song performed by by REM
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Maries Wedding
Chorus:
Step we gaily on we go,
Heel and heel
And toe for toe,
Arm and arm
And row and row,
All for maries wedding.
Over hillways, up and down,
Myrtle green and bracken brown,
Past the sheilings through the town
All for the sake of marie.
Chorus
Red her cheeks as rowans are,
Bright her eyes as any star.
Fairest of them all by far,
Is our darlin marie.
Chorus
Plenty herring, plenty meal,
Plenty peat to fill her kreel.
Plenty bonnie bairns as well,
Thats the toast for marie.
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Bet Your Bottom Dollar Bill Youre A Playboy
Daddy cool with a ninety dollar smile
Took my money out of gratitude
And he git right outa town - well
I gotta getty up, steady up, shoot him down
Gotta hit that latitude - babe
[chorus repeat]
Big bad leroy brown he got no common
Sense - no, no
He got no brains but he sure gotta lot of style
Cant stand no more in this here jail
I gotta rid myself of this sentence
Gotta get out the heat, step into the shade
Gotta get me there dead or alive - babe
Wooh, wooh, big bad leroy, wooh, wooh,
Wooh, wooh, big bad leroy - brown - well
[chorus repeat]
Big mama lulu belle she had a nervous breakdown
(she had a nervous breakdown)
Leroys taken her honey chile away
But she met him down at the station
Put a shot gun to his head
And unless I be mistaken
This is what she said
big bad, big boy, big bad leroy brown
Im gonna get that cutie pie
[chorus repeat]
song performed by by Queen
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A Boy You Have Known
(d. pickerill/p. odonoughue)
This song is for listening to
On nights youre all alone
Blank face at the window pane
Or a silent telephone
Chorus:
And its all about a boy you have known
With black hair or brown hair
And hands made of stone
He had eyes like the (deeps? ) in the sky
Hair like the clouds youve seen floating by
And my sky was your cloud
You made the first smile I had ever worn
Chorus
Do you wonder if he knows now
Of the pain behind your eyes
The scorching in your throat
Or the half forgotten sighs
Do you try hard to sleep
And feel old memories
Creeping to the dark folds of night
? ? ? your glance and made me dance
The first dance I had ever seen
Chorus
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Gwine to Run All Night, or De Camptown Races
1 De Camptown ladies sing dis song -- [Chorus] Doo-dah! doo-dah!
2 [Solo] De Camp-town race-track five miles long -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah day!
3 [Solo] I come down dah wid my hat caved in -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
4 I go back home wid a pocket full of tin -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah day!
5 Gwine to run all night!
6 Gwine to run all day!
7 I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag --
8 Somebody bet on de bay.
9 [Solo] De long tail filly and de big black hoss -- [Chorus] Doo-dah! doo-dah!
10 [Solo] Dey fly de track and dey both cut across -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah-day!
11 [Solo] De blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole -- [Chorus] Doo-dah! doo-dah!
12 [Solo] Can't touch bottom wid a ten foot pole -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah-day!
13 Gwine to run all night!
14 Gwine to run all day!
15 I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag --
16 Somebody bet on de bay.
17 [Solo] Old muley cow come on to de track -- [Chorus] Doo-dah! doo-dah!
18 [Solo] De bob-tail fling her ober his back -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah-day!
19 [Solo] Den fly along like a rail-road car -- [Chorus] Doo-dah! doo-dah!
20 [Solo] Runnin' a race wid a shootin' star -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah-day!
21 Gwine to run all night!
22 Gwine to run all day!
23 I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag --
24 Somebody bet on de bay.
25 See dem flyin' on a ten mile heat -- [Chorus] Doo-dah doo-dah!
26 Round de race track, den repeat -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah-day!
27 I win my money on de bob-tail nag -- [Chorus] Doo-dah! doo-dah!
28 I keep my money in an old tow-bag -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah-day!
29 Gwine to run all night!
30 Gwine to run all day!
31 I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag --
32 Somebody bet on de bay.
poem by Stephen C. Foster
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Dim All The Lights (Promotional 12" Single)
CHORUS:
Dim all the lights sweet darling
Cause tonight it's all the way
Turn up the old Victrola
Gonna dance the night away
Love just don't come easy
Though it seldom does
When you find the perfect love
Let it fill you up
REPEAT CHORUS
Dim all the lights sweet honey
Cause tonight it's you and me
No need to worry darling
Cause it's for eternity
Love don't come easy
This you know I understand
I want to be your woman
If you'll be my man
Let yourself go freely and I'll
Show you things that you've dreamed of
Don't think that your dreaming
We've found the perfect love
And I'm like a cup come fill me up
REPEAT CHORUS
Do what you want
You can use me all up
Take me bottom to top
Don't leave even one drop
No,no,no do it tonight
You know the moment's so right
Turn my brown body white
Come on dim all the lights
REPEAT CHORUS
song performed by by Donna Summer
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