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| 1. |
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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. |
| 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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| 3. |
| 2:49 | 
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| 4. |
| 2:55 |
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Oh my name is Jock Stewart I'm a canny gun man And a roving young fellow I've been So be easy and free when you're drinking with me I'm a man you don't meet every day I have acres of land I have men at command I have always a shilling to spare So be easy and free when you're drinking with me I'm a man you don't meet every day Well I took out my dog and him I did shoot All down in the county Kildare So be easy and free when you're drinking with me I'm a man you don't meet every day So come fill up you glasses of brandy and wine Whatever it costs, I will pay So be easy and free when you're drinking with me I'm a man you don't meet every day |
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| 5. |
| 4:54 |
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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. |
| 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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| 7. |
| 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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| 8. |
| 2:59 |
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Jesse James we understand Has killed many a man He robbed the Union trains He stole from the rich and gave to the poor He had a hand and a heart and a brain Well it was on a Saturday night The stars were shining bright They robbed the Glendale train And the people they did say from many miles away It was those outlaws Frank and Jesse James Now Jesse had a wife Lived a lady all her life Her children they were brave But history does record That Bob and Charlie Ford Have laid poor Jesse in his grave Well it was Bob and Charlie Ford Those dirty little cowards I wonder how they feel For they ate of Jesse's bread And they slept in Jesse's bed And they laid poor Jesse in his grave Well the people held their breath When they heard of Jesse's death They wondered how he came to fall Well it was Robert Ford in fact Who shot him in the back While he hung a picture on the wall |
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| 9. |
| 4:13 |
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The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts They never drank water but whiskey by pints And the shanty towns rang with their songs and their fights Navigator, Navigator rise up and be strong The morning is here and there's work to be done Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight They died in their hundreds with no sign to mark where Save the brass in the pocket of the entrepreneur. By landslide and rockblast they got buried so deep That in death if not life they'll have peace while they sleep. Their mark on this land is still seen and still laid The way for a commerce where vast fortunes were made The supply of an Empire where the sun never set Which is now deep in darkness, but the railway's there yet. |
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| 10. |
| 2:03 |
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Billy ran around with the rare old crew And he knew an Arsenal from Tottenham blue We'd be a darn sight better of if we knew Where Billy's bones are resting now Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee And he took him down from six foot to five foot three Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-mi That copper won't be having any family Hey Billy son where are you now Don't you know that we need you now With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow Where are Billy's bones resting now Billy went away with the peace-keeping force 'Cause he liked a bloody good fight of course Went away in an old khaki van to the banks of the river Jordan Billy saw the Arabs and he had 'em on the run When he got 'em in the range of his sub-machine gun Then he had the Israelis in his sights, went a ra-ta-ta And they ran like Shiites One night Billy had a rare old time, Laughing and singing on the Lebanon line Came back to camp not looking too pretty Never even got to see the Holy City Now Billy's out there in the desert sun And his mother cries when the morning comes And there's mothers crying all over this world For their poor dead darling boys and girls Have a Billy holiday Born on a Monday Married on a Tuesday Drunk on a Wednesday Got plugged on a Thursday Sick on a Friday Died on a Saturday Buried on a Sunday |
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| 11. |
| 2:04 |
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It's of a gentleman soldier as a sentry he did stand He saluted a fair maiden by a waving of his hand And then he boldly kissed her and he passed it off as a joke He drilled her up in a sentry box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak And the drums are going a rap a tap tap And the fifes they loudly play Fare thee well, Polly me dear I must be going away All night they tossed and tumbled till the morning did appear The soldier rose, put on his clothes, and said, "Fare well my dear For the drums are loudly beating and the fifes they sweetly play If it weren't for that, Polly me dear, with you I'd gladly stay" If anyone comes a courting you, you can treat them to a glass If anyone comes a courting you, you can say you're a country lass You don't have to tell them that you ever played this joke That you got drilled in a sentry box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak "Now come you gentleman soldier, won't you marry me?" "Oh no my dearest Polly, such things can never be For I've a wife already and children I have three Two wives are allowed in the army, but one's too many for me" "Oh it's come me gentleman soldier, why didn't you tell me so? Me parents will be angry when this they come to know" And when nine months had been and gone the poor girl she felt shamed She had a little militia boy and she didn't know his name |
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| 12. |
| 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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| 2:32 |
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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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| 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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| 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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| 3:12 |
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| 2:17 |
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Of all the money that e'er I spent
I've spent it in good company And all the harm that ever I did Alas it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To memory now I can't recall So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be with you all Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had They're sorry for my going away And all the sweethearts that e'er I had They'd wish me one more day to stay But since it falls unto my lot That I should rise and you should not I'll gently rise and softly call Good night and joy be with you all If I had money enough to spend And leisure to sit awhile There is a fair maid in the town That sorely has my heart beguiled Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips I own she has my heart enthralled So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be with you all |
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