Heel ya ho, boys; let her go, boys
Heave her head round, into the weather,
Heel ya ho, boys, let her go, boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay

What care we no, white the spray is?
What care we for the wind or weather?
Heel ya ho, boys; let her go, boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay.

Chorus

Wives are waiting, round the pier head,
Or looking seaward, from the heather;
Heave her round, boys, and you'll anchor
'Ere the sun sets on Mingulay.

Chorus

They'll be waitin', anticipatin'
For the end of our adventure
Don't ye cry girls, we're returnin'
To the shores of Mingulay

Chorus x2

Chorus:
One for the morning glory
Two for the early dew
Three for the man that will stand his ground
And four for the love of you, me girl
Four for the love of you

(Voice 1: Hey Kane, how ye feeling today)
(Voice 2: I'm all right. How bout yourself?)
(Voice 1: Ooh, I'm gassy)
(Voice 2: Say...)

At the end of the day I like a little drink
To raise up my voice and sing (ah-ha)
And an hour or two with a fine brown brew
And I'm ready for anything (Almost)
At the Cross Keys Inn there were sisters four
The landlords daughters fair
And every night when they put out the light
I would tiptoe up the stairs, Singing

Chorus

(Voice 3: How's that again?)
(Voice 1: Gassy)
(Voice 2: Stop it.)

Well l got the call from foreign shore's
To go and fight the foe (ooh ooh)
And I got no more of the sisters four
But still I was at to go
I sailed away on a ship
The Morning Glory was her name
And we'd all fall down when the rum went round
Then we started up again, Singing

Chorus

(Voice 1: See that, we got him dancing)
(Voice 3: How bout a little dance yourself)

Well I'll go once more for my native shore
Farewell to the raging Sea
And the Cross Keys Inn it was beckoning
And my heart was filled with glee (boop boop)
But there on the shore were the sisters four
With a bundle upon each knee
There were three little girls and a bouncing boy
And they all looked just like him, (HA!)

Chorus

In a mean abode on the Shankill Road
Lived a man named William Bloat;
And he had a wife, the bane of his life,
Who always got his goat. (Baaa)
So one day at dawn, with her nightdress on
He slit her bloody throat. (Ow)

Now he was glad he had done what he had,
As she lay there stiff and still (like a board)
But suddenly the awe of the angry law
Filled his soul with an awful chill. (Brrrrrr)
So, to finish the fun so well begun,
He decided himself to kill.

He took the sheet off his wife's cold feet,
And twisted it into a rope, (creak creak)
And he hanged himself from the pantry shelf
T'was an easy end, let's hope
And with his dying breath, and him facing death
He solemnly cursed the Pope! (Hey Pope!)

Now the strangest turn to the whole concern
Is only just beginnin'
He went to Hell, but his wife got well,
And she's still alive and sinnin'
For the razor blade was German made,
And the rope was Belfast linen!

Come all ye dry land sail-i-ars and listen to me song

   (Voice 1: Go on now, listen to his song)
   (Voice 2: Look, you. Shut up and sing along)
   (Voice 1: Shut and -AND- sing??)
   (Voice 2: Just do it.)

   (Voice 3: Forty verses?!  I'm on a schedule!)

   (Voice 1: Ha!)
   (Voice 2: Yeah right, bring a book)
   (Voice 1: Bring two)
   (Voice 3: Bring a magazine)
   (Voice 1: Bring two)
   (Voice 4: What kind of magazine?)
   (Voice 2: Well if we get our hands on a big copy of...)

   (Voices in unison: Do da doo dooo ...  Whoooo!)

Now the Calibar was a spanking craft, pitch bottomed for and aft
Her helm, it stuck out far behind and her wheel was a great big shaft
With half a gale to fill her sail, she'd do a knot an hour
She's the fastest craft on the Lagan Canal and she's only one horse power

Now, the captain was a strapping lad and he stood just four foot two
His eyes was red and his nose was green and his cheeks was a prussian blue
He wore a leather medal that he won in the Crimea War
And the captain's wife was the passenger cook on the good ship Calibar

Now, the captain say to me "Me lad, look here, me lad" says he
"Would you's like to be a sail-i-ar and sail the raging sea?
Would you's like to be a sail-i-ar on foreign seas to roll
For we're under orders from Portadown with a half a ton of coal"

Twas early next morning, the weather, it being sublime
When passing under the old Queen's Bridge, we heard the Albert's chime (BONG)
When going along the gaswork straits, a very dangerous part
We ran ahole on a lump of coal that wasn't marked down on the chart

Then all became cunfuse-i-en and the stormy winds did blow
The bos'n slipped on an orange peel, fell into the hold below (OW)
"Put on more speed", the captain cried "for we are sorely pressed"
But the engineer from the bank replied "The horse is doing his best"

Then we all fell into the water and we all let out a roar
There was a farmer standing there and he threw us the end of his galloses

   (Voice 1: Which are suspenders, by the way
   (Voice 2: Thank you, Mister Wizard

Beggerman

I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been
For three score years in this little isle of green
Up from the Liffey, down past the Zoo
And I go by the name of Old Johnny Dhu

Of all the trades a going, sure the begging is the best
For when a man is tired he can sit him down and rest
He can beg for his dinner, he has nothing else to do
But to slip around the corner with his old rigadoo

I slept in a barn one night in Currabawn
A shocking wet night it was, but I slept until the dawn
There was holes in the roof and the rain a-coming thru
And the rats and the cats were a playing peek a boo

Who did I waken but the woman of the house
With her white spotted apron and her calico blouse
She began to frighten and I said boo
Surely, don't be afraid, now, it's only Johnny Dhu

I met a little girl while a walkin out one day
Good morrow little flaxen haired girl, I did say
Good morrow little beggarman and how do you do
With your rags and your tags and your auld rigadoo

I'll buy a pair of leggins and a collar and a tie
And a nice young lady I'll go courting by and by
I'll buy a pair of goggles and I'll color them with blue
And an old fashioned lady I will make her too

So all along the high road with my bag upon my back
Over the fields with my bulging heavy sack
With holes in my shoes and my toes a peeping thru
Singing, skin a ma rink a doodle with my auld rigadoo

O I must be going to bed for it's getting late at night
The fire is all raked and now tis out of light
For now you've heard the story of my auld rigadoo
So good night and God be with you, says auld Johnny Dhu

A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing
And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell

Chorus:
And the ould triangle, went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

Chorus

Now to start the morning, the warden bawling
"Get outta bed and clean up your cell!"

Chorus

Now on a fine Spring evening, all that lay dreaming
And the seagulls weaving high above the wall

Chorus

Now the wind was rising and the day declining
As I lay there pining in my prison cell.

Chorus

Now the wind was sighing and the day was dying
As I lay there cryin in my prison cell

Chorus

Now in the female prison there are seventy-five women
And I wish it was with em that I did dwell;

And the ould triangle, could go jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman
She was picking young nettles, she ne'er saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms and their eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, in all my sad dreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

Some died on the glenside, some died near a stranger
And wise men have told us that their cause was a failure
They fought for old Ireland and they never feared danger
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her
We may have brave men, but we'll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

Galway girls don't use no comb
Heave away, haul away
Well they combs their hair with the codfish bone
Heave away, haul away

And it's heave her up bully bully boys
Heave her up and don't ye make a noise

Them Galway boats don't have no sails
All blown off in the northblast gale

And it's heave her up bully bully boys
Heave her up and don't ye make a noise

And my dear old mother she wrote to me
Son, dear son, come home from sea

And it's heave her up bully bully boys
Heave her up and don't ye make a noise

And it's round Cape Horn the we must go
That is where them whale fish blow

And it's heave her up bully bully boys
Heave her up and don't ye make a noise

Them Galway girls don't wear no clothes
Galway city just as straight as she goes!

And it's heave her up bully bully boys
Heave her up and don't ye make a noise

And it's one more pull and that will do
We're the boys to pull her through

And it's heave her up bully bully boys
Heave her up and don't ye make a noise

I was born of Geordy parents one day when I was young
That southern squire and his wife, they gave me native tongue
That I was a pretty baby, me mother she would vow
The girls all ran to kiss me, well I wish they'd do it now

Chorus:
Oh, I wish they'd do it now, oh, I wish they'd do it now
I've got itches in me britches and I wish they'd do it now

Well when I was only six months old, the girls would handle me
They'd clutch me to their bosoms and they'd bounce me on their
knee
They would rock me in the cradle and if I made a row
They'd tickle me, they'd cuddle me, I wish they'd do it now

At sixteen months as fine a lad as ever could be seen
The girls all liked to follow me right down to the green
They would make a chain of buttercups and drop it on my brow
Then they'd roll me in the clover, oh I wish they'd do it now

Well the Eastern girls would go with me to swim when it was mild
Down to the river we would go and splash about a while
They'd throw the water over me, duck me like a cow
Then they'd rub me nice all over, oh, I wish they'd do it now

Well its awful lonely for a lad to live a single life
I think I'll go down to the dance tonight and find meself a wife
Oh I have got six fine brindled pigs, likewise one big fat sow
There'll be plenty love and bacon for the girl who'll love me now

Don't mind the rain on the rolling sea
The weary night never worries me
But the hardest time in a sailor's day
Is to watch the sun as it dies away

Refrain:
It's one more day on the grey funnel line

The finest ship that sails the sea
Is still a prison for the likes of me
But give me wings like Noah's dove
I'll fly above her to the one I love

Oh Lord, if dreams were only real
I'd have my hands on that wooden wheel
And with all my heart I would turn her 'round
And tell the boys that we're homeward bound

I'll pass the time like some machine
Until blue water turns to green
Then I'll dance on down and I'll walk a-shore
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.

Well, how do you do, young William McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile 'neath the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the great fallen in 1916,
I hope you died well and I hope you died clean
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?

chorus
Did they beat the drum slowly, did the play the fife lowly?
Did the sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

Now did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
In some faithful heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Enclosed down forever behind a glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and battered and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?

Chorus

Now look how the sun shines on these green fields of France;
The warm summer's breeze and the red poppies dance.
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard it's still No Man's Land
With the countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
To a whole generation that were butchered and damned.

Chorus

Now Willie McBride, I can't help but wonder why
If those that lie here know why they died?
And did they believe when they answered the call
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
The sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain,
The killing, the dying, they was all done in vain,
For young Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.

When I was a youngster I sailed with the rest
On a Liverpool packet bound out for the West
We anchored a day in the harbor of Cork
And put out to sea for the port of New York
And it's row, row bullies row
Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow

For thirty-two days we was hungry and sore
For the wind was aginst us and the gales they did roar
But at Battery Point we did anchor at last
With the jig-boom hold to and the canvas all fast
And it's row, row bullies row
Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow

Them boardinghouse masters was a-boarding a-trice
And shouting and promising all that was nice
And one fat old crimp took a fancy to me
And he said I was foolish to follow the sea
And it's row, row bullies row
Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow

Says he, there's a job that's awaiting for you
With rations of liquor, and nothin' to do
Now what do you say, what would you jump up to
Says I, you old bleeder, I'm damned if I do
And it's row, row bullies row
Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow

But the best of intentions they never go far
After thirty-two days at the door of a bar
I tossed off me liquor and what do you think
That rotten old bastard he's doctored me drink
And it's row, row bullies row
Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow

The next I remember I awoke in the morn
On a three-sky-sailed yarder bound south round the horn
With an old suit of oilskins and two pairs of socks
And an IOU nailed to the lid of me box
And it's row, row bullies row
Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow

So all you young seamen take warning by me
Keep an eye on your drink, when the liquor is free
And pay no attention to rum or a whore
When your hat's on your head and your feet are on shore
And it's row, row bullies row
Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow

The minstrel boy to the war has gone,
In the ranks of death you will find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;

"Land of Song!" say the warrior bard,
"Tho' all the world betrays you,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

The Minstrel fell but the foeman's chain s
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he loved never spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;

And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!

They took us jolly sailor lads
A-fishing for the whale
On the fourth day of August in 1864,
Bound for Greenland we set sail.

The lookout stood on the crosstrees high,
With a spyglass in his hand
"There's a whale, there's a whale, there's a whalefish," he cried,
"And she blows at every span."

The captain stood on the quarterdeck
And a sod of a man was he.
"Overhaul, overhaul, let your downy tackles fall,
And we'll launch them boats to sea."

We struck that whale and the line played out,
But she gave a flurry with her tail
And a boat capsized, we lost seven of our men,
And we never caught that whale.

Now the losin' of seven fine seamen,
Oh it grieved the captain sore
But the losin' of a bloody sperm whale,
Oh it grieved him ten times more.

Now Greenland is a horrid place
Where us fishin' lads have to go
Where the rose and the lily never bloom in spring,
And there's only ice and snow.

Chorus:
And it's three score and ten
Boys and men were lost from Grimsby town
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough
Many hundreds more were drowned
Our herring craft, our trawlers
Our fishing smacks, as well
They long to fight that bitter night
The battle with the swell

Chorus

Methinks I see a host of craft
Spreading their sails at ease
Down the Humber they do glide
All bound for the Northern Sea
Me thinks I see on each small craft
A crew with hearts so brave
Going out to earn their daily bread
Upon the restless waves

Chorus

And it's three score and ten
Boys and men were lost from Grimsby town
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough
Many hundreds more were drowned
Our herring craft, our trawlers
Our fishing smacks, as well
They long to fight that bitter night
The battle with the swell

Chorus

Methinks I see them yet again
As they leave this land behind
Casting their nets into the sea
The herring shoals to find
Me thinks I see them yet again
And they're all on boat of white
With their nets ropes reaped and their sails cleaned up
And the side lights burning bright

Chorus

October's night brought such a sight
'Twas never seen before
There were mast and yards and broken spars
Come a-washed up on the shore
There's a-many a heart of sorrow
There's a-many a heart so brave
There's a-many a fine and hearty lad
To find a watery grave

Chorus

Holy Ground

Fare thee well my lovely Dinah
A thousand times adieu
For we're going away from the Holy Ground
And the girls that we love true
We will sail the salt sea over
And we'll return to shore
To see again the girls we love
And the Holy Ground once more
(Fine girl you are!)

Chorus
You're the girl I do adore
And still I live in hope to see
The Holy Ground once more
(Fine girl you are!)

And now the storm is ragin'
And we are far from shore
And this good old ship is tossing about
And the riggin is all tore
And the secret of my mind, my love,
To the girl I do adore
And still I live in hopes to see
the Holy Ground once more.
(Fine girl you are!)

Chorus

And now the storm is over
And we are safe and well
We will go into a public house
And we'll sit and drink like hell
We will drink strong ale and porter
We'll make the rafters roar
And when our money is all spent
We'll go to sea once more
(Fine girl you are!)

Chorus

Oh, well, the river (well the river)
was roaring high
And the water (and the water)
Was rolling by
And my tears fell down for you
(Doe da doe doe-um, doe doe doe)

Like the fishes (like the fishes)
in the sea
In the water, (in the water)
I long to be
And sail out this misery
(Doe da doe doe-um, doe doe doe)

Oh well, I asked every bird and fishy
That went by (went by went by went by)
How like them I could live high and dry
(Oooooh, ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh)

Like the birdies (like the birdies)
In the sky
From this ground (from this ground)
I long to fly
And sail away from this damn town)
(Doe da doe doe-um, doe doe doe)

But you're the reason (you're the reason)
That I'm here
And like the water (like the water)
Your love's unclear
And in the mud and the water I will drown
(Doe da doe doe-um, doe doe doe)

Oh well, I asked every bird and fishy
That went by (went by went by went by)
How like them I could live high and dry
(Oooooh, ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh)

I ask ye Lord (ask ye Lord)
Why is it me
To suffer (to suffer)
Just like thee
For a love a-much more stronger than yours
(Doe da doe doe-um, doe doe doe)

And the river (and the river)
Was roaring by
And the water (and the water)
Was rolling high
And my tears fell down for you
(Doe da doe doe-um, doe doe doe)

(Ooooooooh)

Oh, we're homeward bound to Liverpool town,
Goodbye fare thee well, goodbye fare thee well,
Well, those Liverpool Judies they all will come down,
Hurrah, me boys, we're homeward bound!

Them gals there on Lime Street we soon hope to meet
Goodbye fare thee well, goodbye fare thee well,
And soon we'll be rollin' both sides of the street
Hurrah, me boys, we're homeward bound!

We'll meet those fine girls and we'll ring the old bell,
Goodbye fare thee well, goodbye fare thee well,
With them Judies we'll meet there we'll raise bloody hell!
Hurrah, me boys, we're homeward bound!

And I'll tell me old woman when I get back home
Goodbye fare thee well, goodbye fare thee well,
Them gals there on Lime Street won't leave me alone!
Hurrah, me boys, we're homeward bound!

We're homeward bound for the girls of the town,
Goodbye fare thee well, goodbye fare thee well,
So stamp up, me bullies, and heave her around!
Hurrah, me boys, we're homeward bound!

We're homeward bound I'll have yas to know
Goodbye fare thee well, goodbye fare thee well,
And over the water to Liverpool we'll go!
Hurrah, me boys, we're homeward bound!

Chorus
Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all my tin on the lassies drinking gin
And across the western ocean I must wander

Well, where are me boots, me noggy, noggy boots?
All gone for beer and tobacco
Well the toe it is worn out and the heel is knocked about
And the sole is looking up for better weather

Chorus

Where is me shirt, my noggy, noggy shirt?
All gone for beer and tobacco
Well the collar is all wore, and the sleeves they are all tore
And the tail is looking up for better weather

Chorus

Where is me bed, my noggy, noggy bed?
All gone for beer and tobacco
Well I lent it to a whore now the sheets they are all tore
And the springs are looking up for better weather.

Chorus

I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
Since I came ashore with me plunder
I've seen centipedes and snakes from all the drugs I take
And I think I'll have to buy some more tomorrow

Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me loot in a house of ill repute
And I think I'll have to go back there tomorrow.
I said I think I'll have to go back there tomorrow
I said I think I'll have to go back there tomorrow

On the road the frost is glistening.
People stream from Midnight Mass.
Friendly candles glow in windows.
Strangers greet you as you pass.
Home then to the laden table;
Ham and goose and pints of beer,
Whisky handed 'round in tumblers,
Christmas comes but once a year!

Puddings made with eggs and treacle,
Seeded raisins and ground suet,
Sated breadcrumbs and mixed spices,
Grated rind and plenty fruit,
Cinnamon, ginger, cloves, and nutmeg,
Porter, brandy, and old ale.
Don't forget the wine and whisky!
Christmas comes but once a year!

Women fussing in the kitchen,
Lay the food on every plate.
Men impatient in the hallway,
Gulping porter while we wait.
Who cares if we're poor tomorrow?
Now's the time to spread good cheer!
Pass the punch around the table!
Christmas comes but once a year!

On the road the frost is glistening.
People stream from Midnight Mass.
Friendly candles glow in windows.
Strangers greet you as you pass.
Home then to the laden table;
Ham and goose and pints of beer,
Whisky handed 'round in tumblers,
Christmas comes but once a year!

Oh, a hundred years on the Eastern Shore
Oh, yes, oh!
A hundred years on the Eastern Shore
A hundred years ago!

I went to sail across the sea
My love said she'd be true to me

I promised her a golden ring
She promised me that little thing

Ol' Bully John from Baltimore
I knew him well, that son-of-a-whore

Ol' Bully John I knew him well
But now he'd dead and gone to hell.

I thought I heard the skipper say
Just one more pull and then belay

Let the farmer praise his grounds
Let the huntsman praise his hounds
Let the shepherd praise his dewey scented lawn
Oh, but, I'm more wise than they, spend each happy night and day
With my darling little crúiscín lán, lán, lán
With my darling little crúiscín lán.

Grá mo chroí mo chrúiscín, sláinte geal mo mhuirnín
      *Graw mo khree mo khrooshkeen, slawncha gyal mo voorneen*
      [ Love of my heart, my little jug, bright health my darling ]

Grá mo chroí mo chrúiscín, lán, lán, lán
     *Graw mo khree mo khrooshkeen, lawn, lawn, lawn*
     [ Love of my heart, my little jug, full, full, full ]

Grá mo chroí mo chrúiscín, lán
     *Graw mo khree mo khrooshkeen, lawn*
     [ Love of my heart, my little jug, full ]

Immortal and divine, great Bacchus, god of wine
Create me, by adoption, your own son
In hopes that you'll comply that my glass will ne'er run dry
Nor me darlin' little crúiscín lán, lán, lán
Me darlin' little crúiscín lán, lán, lán

And when but death appears in a few, but happy, years
To say "Now won't you come along with me"
I'll say 'Begone, you knave, for king Bacchus gave me leave
To lift another crúiscín lán, lán, lán
To take another crúiscín lán.

Now let's raise our glasses high, let not part what lips are dry
For the lark it doth proclaim "It is the dawn!"
And since we can't remain, may we shortly meet again
To lift another crúiscín lán, lán, lán
To take another crúiscín lán.

Chorus:
Pay me, you owe me, pay me my money now
You gots to pay me, [or go to jail] or [Mr. Stevidore]
Pay me my money now

If I'd known the boss was blind
Pay me my money now
I wouldn't-a gone to work until half past nine
Pay me my money now (You)

Thought I heard the old man say
Go to shore spend all your pay (You)

Thought I heard the men below
If you don't pay me, the shop won't go

We need our pay to go ashore
We drink our whisky and get a whore

Ahh-Ohh
Abso-floggin-lutely
Ah-oo