A TOAST TO THE COMPANY

I'm a friend to the company, come join me in rhyme. Lift up your glasses in chorus with mine. Lift up your glasses, all grief to contain. For we may or might never all meet here again.

Chorus: Here's a health to the company and one for my lass. Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass. Let's drink and be merry all grief to contain, for we may or might never all meet here again.

Here's a health to my lass, she's the one I love so well. Her grace and her beauty there's none can excel. She has a smile on her countenance as she sits on my knee, and there's no man in this wide world as happy as me.

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Here's a health to our ship that lies ready to go. And I wish her safe passage, without any shoal. And if ever we meet, be it land or by sea, oh sure I will remember your kindness to me.

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ALL FOR ME GROG

Chorus: And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog. It's all for me beer and tobacco. For I've spent all me tin, on the lassies drinkin' gin, far across the western ocean I must wander.

Where is me shirt, me noggin noggin shirt? All gone for beer and tobacco. Well the collar is worn out, and the tail is kicked about, and the sleeves are lookin' out for better weather.

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And now where are my boots, me noggin noggin boots, well they're all gone for beers and tobacco, well the heels they were worn out, and the tongues are kicked about, and the soles are headin' out for better weather.

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Now I'm sick in me head, for I haven't been to bed, since I've come ashore with my plunder. I've seen elephants and snakes, and I'm full of pain and aches, so I guess I'll set me course for way out yonder.

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BONNIE EARL OF MORAY

You heilands and you lowlands, wherefore have you been? They have slain the Earl of Moray, and his body's on the green. Oh he was a bragh and gallant, and he rade at the ring, and the bonnie Earl of Moray, he might have been King.

Oh woe betide you Huntley, whyfore come you here? For I bade you bring him to me, and forbade you him to slay. Oh he was a bragh and gallant, and he rade at the glove, and the bonnie Earl of Moray, he was the Queen's true love.

Long may his Lady, from on the Castle doon, as she sees her Earl of Moray going soundin' through the toon.

So You heilands and you lowlands, wherefore have you been? They have slain the Earl of Moray, and his body's on the green Oh he was a bragh and gallant, and he rade at the ring, and the bonnie Earl of Moray, he might have been King.

DUNBARTON'S DRUMS

Chorus: Dunbarton's drums they sound so bonny, when they remind me of my Jeanie. Such a fond delight can steal upon me, when Jeanie kneels and sings to me.

Across the fields of burnin' heather, Dunbarton tolls the hour of leisure. And it's a song of love, that knows no measure. When Jeanie kneels and sings to me.

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It's she alone who doth excite me, as tenderly she doth invite me. And when her tender arms enfold, me the blackest nights must turn and flee.

Chorus: (repeat last phrase twice).

FIELDS OF ATHENRY

By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl crying. "Michael, they have taken you away. For you stole Trevelyan's corn,so the young might see the morn. Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."

Chorus: Low lie the fields of Athenry, where once we watched the small free birds fly. Our love was on the wing. We had dreams and songs to sing. It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man crying "Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free. Against the famine and the crown, I rebelled, they cut me down. Now you must raise our child with dignity."

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By a lonely harbor wall, she watched the last star falling, as the prison ship sailed out against the sky . But she'll think and hope and pray for her love in Botany Bay. It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

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FROM CLARE TO HERE (Ralph McTell)

There's four of us that share the room, and we work hard for the craic. And up late on Sunday, I never get to mass.

Chorus: And its a long long way from Clare to here, its a long long way from Clare to here. And its a long long way, gets further by the day. Its a long long way from Clare to here.

When Friday night comes round, Mike he's always into fightin. Mom would like a letter home, but I'm too tired for writin'.

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And it almost breaks my heart, when I think of Josephine. I promised I'd be comin' home, with my pockets full of green.

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And I think I hear the piper play, but maybe its a notion. I think I see wild horses dance, upon that other ocean.

Chorus: (repeat)

GODDAM DUTCH (Very Lovely Traditional Folksong)

Drunk last night, drunk the night before, gonna get drunk tonight like I've never been drunk before. For when I'm drunk, I'm happy as can be, for I am a member of the Souse family. Oh the Souse family is the best family, that ever came over from ole Germany. You got your highland Dutch and your lowland Dutch, your Rotterdam Dutch and your Goddam Dutch.

Chorus: Singin' glorious, glorious, one keg of beer for the four of us. Glory be to god that there are no more of us, for the four of us could drink it all alone. All alone, all alone, the four of us could drink it all alone. Glory be to god that there are no more of us, for the four of us could drink it all alone.

Well what's that smell in the evenin' breeze, It's the goddam Dutch makin' Limburger cheese

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When god made the Irish he didn't make much, but we're a helluva lot better than the goddam Dutch. Chorus:

You may talk about your brookies and your northern pike, but in Holland they got to fish for the carp from a dike.

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When you're listenin' to the StoneRing band, all the drinkin' and thesingin' it may sometimes get out of hand. But the cost it ain't that dear, and some of your friends are here, and the Irish music's flowin' like the beer. Just like the beer, like the beer, oh the Irish music's flowin' like the beer. Singin glory be to god that there are no more of us, for the four of us could drink it all alone. All alone, all alone, the four of us could drink it all alone. Singin' glory be to god that there are no more of us, for the four of us could drink it all alone.

THE HAUGHS O' CROMDALE

As I came in by Auchindoun, twas just a wee bit frae the noon, to the Highlands I was bound, to view the haughs of Cromdale, I spied a man in tartan trews, I speir'd at him what was the news; Quo' he the Highland army rues, that e'er we came to Cromdale.

We were in our bed, sir, every man, when the English host upon us came, A bloody battle then began, upon the haughs of Cromdale. The English horse they were so rude, they bath'd their hooves in Highland blood, but our brave clans, they boldly stood upon the haughs of Cromdale.

But, alas! We could no longer stay, and o'er the hills we came away, sore we did lament the day, that e'er we came to Cromdale. And thus the great Montrose did say, Can you direct the nearest way? For I will o'er the hills this day, to view the haughs of Cromdale.

But alas, my lord, you're not so strong, we scarcely have ten thousand men, twenty thousand English teds are rank and file on Cromdale. And to this the great Montrose did say, Highland men show me the way, and I will o'er the hills this day, and take the haughs of Cromdale.

They were at their dinner, every man, When great Montrose upon them came, A second battle then began, upon the haughs of Cromdale. The Grant, Mackenzie and MacKay, soon Montrose they did espy, and they fought most valiantly, upon the haughs of Cromdale.

The Macdonalds they returned again. The Camerons did our standard join. MacIntosh play'd a bloody game, upon the haughs of Cromdale. The Gordons boldly did advance. The Frasers fought with sword and lance. The Grahams they made the heads to dance, upon the haughs of Cromdale.

Then the loyal Stewarts with Montrose, so boldly set upon the foe, and laid them down with Highland blows, laid them low at Cromdale. Of the twenty thousand Cromwell's men,a thousand fled to Aberdeen. The rest of them lie on the plain, upon the haughs of Cromdale (repeat).

JOHNNY COPE (brief version)

Chorus: Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet? Or are your drums a-beating yet? If ye were waukin' I wad wait, Tae gang tae the coals in the morning.

Johnny Cope a letter sent, sayin "Charlie meet me an' ye daur; learn from me the acts o' war, If ye'll meet me in the morning."

Charlie looked the letter upon, then drew his sword and scabbard from, said follow me, my merry men, And we'll meet Johnnie Cope in the morning.

When Johnnie Cope tae Dunbar cam, we laughed at him, "Where's a' your men?" "The de'il confound me gin I ken, For I left them a' in the morning."

Chorus: Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet? Or are your drums a-beating yet? If ye were waukin' I wad wait, Tae gang tae the coals in the morning.

Chorus:and Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet? Or are your drums a-beating yet? If ye were waukin' I wad wait, Tae gang tae the coals in the morning.

JOHNNY HAS GONE FOR A SOLDIER

Here I sit on Beacon Hill, with salty eyes I cry my fill, And every tear would turn a mill, Johnny's gone for a soldier.

Chorus: Shule shule shule aroon, Shule shule shule aroon.and every tear would turn a mill, Johnny's gone for a soldier.

With pipes and drums he marched away. He would not heed the words I did say. He'll not come back for many a day. Johnny's gone for a soldier

Chorus: Shule shule shule aroon, Shule shule shule aroon. He'll not come back for many a day, Johnny's gone for a soldier.

I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel, and likewise sell my grindin' wheel, To buy my Johnny a sword of steel, Johnny's gone for a soldier.

Chorus: Shule shule shule aroon, Shule shule shule aroon., to buy my Johnny a sword of steel, Johnny's gone for a soldier.

I'll don my cloak of crimson red, and through this world I'll beg for my bread, I'll find my Johnny be him 'live or dead, Johnny 's gone for a soldier.

Cho: Shule shule shule aroon, Shule shule shule aroon. I'll find my Johnny be him 'live or dead, Johnny 's gone, my Johnny has gone, Johnny has gone for a soldier.

THE MOONSHINER

Chorus: I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler, I'm a long way from home. And them that don't like me can leave me alone. I'll eat when I'm hungry and drink when I'm dry, and the moonshine don't kill me I'll live 'till I die.

I've been a moonshiner for many's the year, I spend all my money on whisky and beer. I'll go to some hollow and set up my still. I'll make you a gallon for a ten shilling bill.

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I'll go to some hollow in this country, ten gallons of wash I can do on a spree. No women to follow, the world is all mine. And I love none so well as I love the moonshine.

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Oh moonshine dear moonshine Oh how I love thee, you killed my dear father goddam you try me. God bless all moonshiners as you bless all moonshine, their breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine.

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MY LOVE IS LIKE A RED RED ROSE (Robert Burns)

My love, she's like, the red red rose, so lately sprung in June. My love, she's like the melody, so sweetly played in tune. And fair art thou, my bonny lass, so deep in love am I. And I will love, you my dear, 'till all the seas run dry.

"Till all, the seas, run dry my dear, and the rocks melt in the sun, oh I will love, you my dear, 'till the sands of time do run. And fare thee well, me bonny lass, and fare thee well awhile. And I'll return, to you my dear, though I go ten thousand miles.

(Repeat first two verses)

VALLEY OF STRATHMORE (Andy Stewart)

By the clear and the winding stream, in the valley of Strathmore. Where late I have been, and wandered evermore.

Chorus: And if time were a thing man could buy, all the money I have in store, I'd give for one day by her side, in the valley of Strathmore.

From the glens all golden and green, I went to a land far away, where sadness is never seen, and joy only costs a day's pay.

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In Strathmore there's a long workin' day, for a man with his hands on the plough. But its work I gladly would pay, if at nights I'd be lying with you.

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So I take a long draft from my glass, and I'm drinkin' that warm heel again. And I try not to think on my lass, for the old days will ne'er come again.

Chorus: (repeat)

THE WALLACE

They hung Wallace high on the gallows, and they cut him down ere he was dead, and as he choked the queen jeered him, for having to cross English Ted. And his heart and his liver they savaged, as her majesty watched the glad scene. And his head was struck off, he was quartered. 'Twas an afternoon fit for a queen.

Chorus: They murdered the Wallace for treason, and his body has long since decayed. But no English crown can destroy him, for Wallace is with us today, aye Wallace is with us today.

He took up his sword against England, and the cowardly Sassenachs ran. He beat them so badly at Stirling, that he burned them like rats from our land. Oh King Edward the Longshanks was raging, that Scotland was free once again, and the Scottish Republican Army, had just wiped out his best fighting men.

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Oh William the Wallace fought bravely, and no Englishman could him defeat. But English gold bought Scottish Quislings, and he was betrayed by Menteith. With a crown made of thorns he was tortured, for setting his own country free. How can I be a traitor said Wallace, when your England is foreign to me.

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From Aberdeen to Stirling to Falkirk, and from Inverness to Ellerslee, his spirit still calls out for justice, and it helps us again to be free. Oh but if once again we do battle, let the broadswords on English foes hum. With no fear of betrayal to the Saxon, let them come let them come let them come.

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