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| 1. |
| 3:46 | 
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I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed a girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Clouds a drifting across the moon Cats a prowling on their beat Spring's a girl in the street at night Dirty old town Dirty old town Heard a siren from the docks Saw a train set the night on fire Smelled the spring on the smoky wind Dirty old town Dirty old town I'm going to make me a good sharp axe Shining steel tempered in the fire Will chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town Dirty old town I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed a girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town |
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| 2. |
| 3:39 |
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On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the grand city hall in New York 'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft And oh, how the wild winds drove her. She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts And we called her the Irish Rover. We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of stones We had three million sides of old blind horses hides, We had four million barrels of bones. We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs, Seven million barrels of porter. We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails, In the hold of the Irish Rover. There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute When the ladies lined up for his set He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk As he rolled the dames under and over They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance And he sailed in the Irish Rover There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee, There was Hogan from County Tyrone There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work And a man from Westmeath called Malone There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann Was the skipper of the Irish Rover We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out And the ship lost it's way in a fog. And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two, Just meself and the captain's old dog. Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock The bu |
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| 3. |
| 2:44 |
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Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn And they all looked very happy in the morning Now Jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours Where the elephant man broke strong men's necks When he'd had too many Powers So sad to see the grieving of the people that he's leaving And he took the road for God knows in the morning We walked him to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again (Far away) sad to say I must be on my way So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away) I'd like to think of me returning when I can To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane The years passed by the times had changed I grew to be a man I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLennane I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn And ended up a barman in the morning I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown I heard them say that Jimmy's making money far away And some people left for heaven without warning We walked him to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again (Far away) sad to say I must be on my way So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away) I'd like to think of me returning when I can To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLen |
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| 4. |
| 4:13 |
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I am Francisco Vasquez Garcia I am welcome to Almeria We have sin gas and con leche We have fiesta and feria We have the song of the chochona We have brandy and half corona And Leonardo and his accordione And calamari and macaroni Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say Adios! until we see Almeria once again There is a minstrel, there you see, And he stoppeth one in three He whispers in this one's ear "Will you kindly kill that doll for me" Now he has won chochona in the bingo All the town has watched this crazy gringo As he pulls off the doll's head laughing And miraldo! throws its body in the sea El vienticinco de agosto Abrio sus ojos Jaime Fearnley Pero el bebe cinquante Gin-campari Y se tendio para cerrarlos Y Costello el rey del America Y suntuosa Cait O Riordan Non rompere mes colliones Los gritos fuera de las casas |
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| 5. |
| 3:43 |
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One summer evening drunk to hell I stood there nearly lifeless An old man in the corner sang Where the water lilies grow And on the jukebox Johnny sang About a thing called love And it's how are you kid and what's your name And how would you bloody know? In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky I lay down on the ground And the arms and legs of other men Were scattered all around Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed Then prayed and bled some more And the only thing that I could see Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me But when we got back, labeled parts one to three There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go For a pair of brown eyes I looked at him he looked at me All I could do was hate him While Ray and Philomena sang Of my elusive dream I saw the streams, the rolling hills Where his brown eyes were waiting And I thought about a pair of brown eyes That waited once for me So drunk to hell I left the place Sometimes crawling sometimes walking A hungry sound came across the breeze So I gave the walls a talking And I heard the sounds of long ago From the old canal And the birds were whistling in the trees Where the wind was gently laughing And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go For a pair of brown eyes |
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| 6. |
| 4:35 |
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It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew And I turned my face away And dreamed about you Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one I've got a feeling This year's for me and you So happy Christmas I love you baby I can see a better time When all our dreams come true They've got cars Big as bars They've got rivers of gold But the wind goes right through you It's no place for the old When you first took my hand On a cold Christmas Eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome You were pretty Queen of New York City When the band finished playing They howled out for more Sinatra was swinging All the drunks they were singing We kissed on the corner Then danced through the night The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing 'Galway Bay' And the bells were ringing Out for Christmas day You're a bum You're a punk You're an old slut on junk Living there almost dead on a drip In that bed You scum bag You maggot You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas your arse I pray God It's our last I could have been someone So could anyone You took my dreams From me when I first found you I kept them with me babe I put them with my own Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you |
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| 7. |
| 4:49 |
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The cadillac stood by the house And the yanks they were within And the tinker boys they hissed advice 'Hot-wire her with a pin' Then we turned and shook as we had a look In the room where the dead men lay So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip To the home where his father's laid But fifteen minutes later We had our first taste of whiskey There was uncles giving lectures On ancient Irish history The men all started telling jokes And the women they got frisky At five o'clock in the evening Every bastard there was piskey Fare thee well going away There's nothing left to say Farewell to New York City boys To Boston and PA He took them out With a well-aimed clout He was often heard to say I'm a free born man of the USA He fought the champ in Pittsburgh And he slashed him to the ground He took on Tiny Tartanella And it only went one round He never had no time for reds For drink or dice or whores And he never threw a fight Unless the fight was right So they sent him to the war Fare the well gone away There's nothing left to say With a slainte Joe and Erin go My love's in Amerikay The calling of the rosary Spanish wine from far away I'm a free born man of the USA This morning on the harbour When I said goodbye to you I remember how I swore That I'd come back to you one day And as the sunset came to meet The evening on the hill I told you I'd always love you I always did and I always will Fare thee well gone away There's nothing left to say 'cept to say adieu To your eyes as blue As the water in the bay |
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| 8. |
| 2:32 |
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Last night as I slept I dreamt I met with Behan I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day When questioned on his views On the crux of life's philosophies He had but these few clear and simple words to say I am going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing I have cursed, bled and sworn Jumped bail and landed up in jail Life has often tried to stretch me But the rope always was slack And now that I've a pile I'll go down to the Chelsea I'll walk in on my feet But I'll leave there on my back Oh the words that he spoke Seemed the wisest of philosophies There's nothing ever gained By a wet thing called a tear When the world is too dark And I need the light inside of me I'll go into a bar and drink Fifteen pints of beer |
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| 9. |
| 3:00 |
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McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was curing all the Yids At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl There was lousy drunken bastards singing Billy is in the bowl They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round" At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay |
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| 2:23 |
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If I should fall from grace with god Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sod But the angels won't receive me Let me go boys Let me go boys Let me go down in the mud Where the rivers all run dry This land was always ours Was the proud land of our fathers It belongs to us and them Not to any of the others Let them go boys Let them go boys Let them go down in the mud Where the rivers all run dry Bury me at sea Where no murdered ghost can haunt me If I rock upon the waves No corpse can lie upon me It's coming up three boys Keeps coming up three boys Let them go down in the mud Where the rivers all run dry If I should fall from grace with god Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sod And still the angels won't receive me Let me go boys Let me go boys Let me go down in the mud Where the rivers all run dry |
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| 11. |
| 3:02 |
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I dreamt we were standing By the banks of the Thames Where the cold grey waters ripple In the misty morning light Held a match to your cigarette Watched the smoke curl in the mist Your eyes, blue as the ocean between us Smiling at me I awoke alone and lonely In a faraway place The sun fell cold upon my face The cracks in the ceiling spelt hell Turned to the wall Pulled the sheets around my head Tried to sleep, and dream my way Back to you again Count the days Slowly passing by Step on a plane And fly away I'll see you then As the dawn birds sing On a cold and misty morning By the Albert Bridge |
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| 12. |
| 4:01 |
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The church bell rings An old drunk sings A young girl hocks her wedding ring Down on Rain Street Down the alley the icewagon flew Picked up a stiff that was turning blue The local kids were sniffin' glue Not much else for a kid to do Down Rain Street Father McGreer buys an ice cold beer And a short for Father Loyola Father Joe's got the clap again He's drinking Coca-Cola Down on Rain Street Bless me Father I have sinned I got pissed and I got pinned And God can't help the shape I'm in Down on Rain Street There's a Tesco on the sacred ground Where I pulled her knickers down While Judas took his measly price And St Anthony gazed in awe at Christ Down on Rain Street I gave my love a goodnight kiss I tried to take a late night piss But the toiled moved so again I missed Down Rain Street I sat on the floor and watched TV Thanking Christ for the BBC A stupid fucking place to be Down Rain Street I took my Eileen by the hand Walk with me was her command I dreamt we were walking on the strand Down Rain Street That night Rain Street went on for miles That night on Rain Street somebody smiled |
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| 13. |
| 2:32 |
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Here a tower shinning bright Once stood gleaming in the night Where now there's just the rubble In the hole here the paddies and the frogs Came to gamble on the dogs Came to gamble on the dogs not long ago Oh the torn up ticket stubs From a hundred thousand mugs Now washed away with dead dreams in the rain And the car-parks going up And they're pulling down the pubs And its just another bloody rainy day Oh sweet city of my dreams Of speed and skill and schemes Like Atlantis you just disappeared from view And the hare upon the wire Has been burnt upon your pyre Like the black dog that once raced Out from trap two |
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| 4:45 |
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I've been loving you a long time Down all the years, down all the days And I've cried for all your troubles Smiled at your funny little ways We watched our friends grow up together And we saw them as they fell Some of them fell into Heaven Some of them fell into Hell I took shelter from a shower And I stepped into your arms On a rainy night in Soho The wind was whistling all its charms I sang you all my sorrows You told me all your joys Whatever happened to that old song To all those little girls and boys Now the song is nearly over We may never find out what it means But there's a light I hold before me And you're the measure of my dreams The measure of my dreams Sometimes I wake up in the morning The gingerlady by my bed Covered in a cloak of silence I hear you in my head I'm not singing for the future I'm not dreaming of the past I'm not talking of the fist time I never think about the last Now the song is nearly over We may never find out what it means Still there's a light I hold before me You're the measure of my dreams The measure of my dreams |
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| 3:17 |
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The devil moon took me through the alley Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale To the Mews running through the backstreets Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep The devil moon took me out of Soho Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow Sucked along by a winter shower To stand beside your shining tower This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance Just the sound of your voice Wherever I may be changes everything And then the world's right with me You're my London girl The way that you walk You're my london girl The way that you talk Just the sound of your voice And I ain't got no choice The light was going out, the moon was dying The night was turning to a fine Spring morning The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain When the cold winds come to find you Blowing down from the top of the high rise I'll come and take you back down to Soho Away from all those mad men's eyes This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance And if you cut me Don't you think I feel Is this body made of clay Is this heart made of steel You're my London girl The way that you walk You're my London girl The way that you talk Just the sound of your voice I ain't got no choice This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance And if you cut me Don't you think I feel Is this body made of clay Is this heart made of steel You're my London girl The way that you walk You're my London girl The way that you talk Just the sound of your voice I ain't got no choi |
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| 2:57 |
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On the first day of March it was raining It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen I drank ten pints of beer and I cursed all the people there And I wish that all this raining would stop falling down on me And it's lend me ten pounds and I'll buy you a drink And mother wake me early in the morning At the time I was working for a landlord And he was the meanest bastard that you have ever seen And to lose a single penny would grieve him awful sore And he was a miserable bollocks and a bitch's bastard's whore I recall we took care of him one Sunday We got him out the back and we broke his fucking balls And maybe that was dreaming and maybe that was real But all I know is I left that place without a penny or fuck all And now I've the most charming of verandas I sit and watch the junkies, the drunks and pimps and whores Five green bottles sitting on the floor And I wish to Christ, I wish to Christ That I had fifteen more The boys and me are drunk and looking for you We'll eat your frigging entrails and we won't give a damn Me daddy was a blue shirt and my mother a madam And my brother earned his medals raping gooks in Vietnam On the first day of March it was raining It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen Stay on the other side of the road 'Cause you can never tell We've a thirst like a gang of devils We're the boys of the county hell |
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| 2:44 |
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Seen the carnival at Rome Had the women I had the booze All I can remember now Is little kids without no shoes So I saw that train And I got on it With a heartful of hate And a lust for vomit Now I'm walking on the sunnyside of the street Stepped over bodies in Bombay Tried to make it to the U.S.A. Ended up in Nepal Up on the roof with nothing at all And I knew that day I was going to stay Right where I am, on the sunnyside of the street Been in a palace, been in a jail I just don't want to be reborn a snail Just want to spend eternity Right where I am, on the sunnyside of the street As my mother wept it was then I swore To take my life as I would a whore I know I'm better than before I will not be reconstructed Just wanna stay right here On the sunnyside of the street |
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| 4:06 |
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When it's Summer in Siam And the moon is full of rainbows When it's Summer in Siam And we go through many changes When it's Summer in Siam Then all I really know Is that I truly am In the Summer in Siam |
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| 3:03 |
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Life's a bitch, then you die Black Hell Hell's ditch - naked howling freedom The killer's hands are bound with chains At six o'clock it starts to rain He'll never see the dawn again Our lady of the flowers Genet's feeling Ramon's dick The guy in the bunk above gets sick In the cell next door the lunatic Starts screaming for his mother Black dildo, black hell, As the Spanish cops ridiculed my gel A mugshot I remember well Little man how you have suffered I could hear the screams from up above If it ain't a fist it isn't love As for our lady she kneels down Her neck is bent, the blade comes down Doing! There goes the breakfast bell Back from heaven, back to hell Naked howling freedom - Hell's Ditch |
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| 3:20 |
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When I first came to London I was only sixteen With a fiver in my pocket and my ole dancing bag I went down to the dilly to check out the scene And I soon ended up on the old main drag There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style And the old man with the money would flash you a smile In the dark of an alley you'd work for a fiver For a swift one off the wrist down on the old main drag In the cold winter nights the old town it was chill But there were boys in the cafes who'd give you cheap pills If you didn't have the money you'd cajole or you'd beg There was always lots of tuinol on the old main drag One evening as I was lying down by Leicester Square I was picked up by the coppers and kicked in the balls Between the metal doors at Vine Street I was beaten and mauled And they ruined my good looks for the old main drag In the tube station the old ones who were on the way out Would dribble and vomit and grovel and shout And the coppers would come along and push them about And I wished I could escape from the old main drag And now I'm lying here I've had too much booze I've been shat on and spat on and raped and abused I know that I am dying and I wish I could beg For some money to take me from the old main drag |
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| 8:11 |
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when i was a young man i carried my pack
And i lived the free life of a rover From the murrays green basin to the dusty outback I waltzed my matilda all over Then in nineteen fifteen my country said son It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be Done So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun And they sent me away to the war And the band played waltzing matilda As we sailed away from the quay And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the Cheers We sailed off to gallipoli How well i remember that terrible day <when> the blood stained the sand and the water And how in that hell that they called suvla bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny turk he was ready, he primed himself well He <showered> us with bullets, he rained us with Shells And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to australia But the band played waltzing matilda As we stopped to bury our slain And we buried ours and the turks buried theirs Then <it> started all over again Now those <who were living did their best to survive> In <that> mad world of blood, death and fire And for <seven long> weeks i kept myself alive <while the corpses around me piled higher> Then a big turkish shell knocked me arse over tit And when i woke up in my hospital bed And saw what it had done, <christ> i wished i was Dead Never knew there were worse things than dying <and> no more i'll go waltzing matilda <to> the green <bushes so> far and near For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs No more waltzing matilda for me So they collected the cripples, the wounded <and> Maimed And they shipped us back home to australia <the legless, the armless>, the blind <and> insane Those proud wounded heroes of suvla And as our ship pulled into circular quay I looked at the place where <me> legs used to be And thank christ there was nobody waiting for me To grieve and to mourn and to pity And the band played waltzing matilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared <and they> turned all their faces away And now every april i sit on my porch And i watch the parade pass before me <i see> my old comrades, how proudly they march Reliving <the or their> dreams of past glory <i see the old men, all twisted and torn> The forgotten heroes <of> a forgotten war And the young people ask <me>, "what are they Marching for?" And i ask myself the same question And the band plays waltzing matilda And the old men <still> answer to the call But year after year their numbers get fewer Some day no one will march there at all Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda Who'll <go> a-waltzing matilda with me? |
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