How pleasant and delightful On a bright Summer's day Where the fields and meadows Were covered in hay And the blackbirds and thrushes Sang on every green tree And the larks they sang melodious At the dawning of the day Well a sailor and his true love Were out walking one day Said the sailor to his true love I am bound for the Easy Indies Where the loud cannons roar And I'm leaving my Nancy She's the one that I adore Said the Sailor to his true love Well I must be on me way The topsails are hoisted And the anchors are weighed Our big ship lies waiting for to sail on the tide And if ever I return again Then I'll make you my bride Then the ring from her finger She instantly drew Saying take this dear Geordie And me heart will go too And as he was embracing her Tears from her eyes fell Saying may I go along with you Oh no me love farewell

When I sing of Cornwall there's one way to begin To tell the story of the men of copper, fish and tin From the sea that's all around us, to way below the ground, The memory of these mighty men is gathered all around (so) Let’s hear it for Trelawny may his army never die Let's hear it for Trevithick with his engine steaming by Let's hear it for the farmers and for the fishermen Let's hear it for the miners who we hope will mine again From the engine houses – scattered round Carn Brea To the white St Austell landscape sculpted in the china clay From the harbours here at Newquay, at Padstow and at Looe The lighthouse on the Wolf Rock shows what Cornishmen can do Cornwall’s past is mighty, it was built by mighty men And as Cornishmen we hope those times will come again Or do we let our mining and fishing round us fall? Not if we stick together with our motto “One and All” Let’s hear it for Trelawny may his army never die Let's hear it for Trevithick with his engine steaming by Let's hear it for the farmers and for the fishermen Let's hear it for the miners who we hope will mine again From the engine houses – scattered round Carn Brea To the white St Austell landscape sculpted in the china clay From the harbours here at Newquay, at Padstow and at Looe The lighthouse on the Wolf Rock shows what Cornishmen can do Now when you cross the Tamar into this promised land, There's one thing to remember one thing to understand Cornwall's not a county just sited in the west Cornwall is a country, the land we love the best Let’s hear it for Trelawny may his army never die Let's hear it for Trevithick with his engine steaming by Let's hear it for the farmers and for the fishermen Let's hear it for the miners who we hope will mine again From the engine houses – scattered round Carn Brea To the white St Austell landscape sculpted in the china clay From the harbours here at Newquay, at Padstow and at Looe The lighthouse on the Wolf Rock shows what Cornishmen can do

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 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 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

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o In that bog there was a tree A rare tree, a rattlin' tree The tree in the bog In the bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o And on that tree there was a limb A rare limb, a rattlin' limb The limb on the tree and the tree in the bog In the bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o And on that limb there was a branch A rare branch, a rattlin' branch The branch on the limb The limb on the tree You might also like My Brother Sylveste The Pubcrawlers Finnegan’s Wake The Pubcrawlers The Jolly Beggarman The Pubcrawlers And the tree in the bog In the bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o And on that branch there was a twig A rare twig, a rattlin' twig The twig on the branch The branch on the limb The limb on the tree And the tree in the bog In the bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o And on that twig there was a nest A rare nest, a rattlin' nest The nest on the twig The twig on the branch The branch on the limb The limb on the tree And the tree in the bog In the bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o And in that nest there was an egg A rare egg, a rattlin' egg The egg in the nest The nest on the twig The twig on the branch The branch on the limb, the limb on the tree And the tree in the bog In the bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o And on that egg there was a bird A rare bird, a rattlin' bird The bird on the egg The egg in the nest The nest on the twig The twig on the branch The branch on the limb The limb on the tree And the tree in the bog In the bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o And on that bird there was a feather A rare feather, a rattlin' feather The feather on the bird The bird on the egg The egg in the nest The nest on the twig The twig on the branch The branch on the limb The limb on the tree And the tree in the bog In the bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o And on that feather there was a flea A rare flea, a rattlin' flea The flea in the feather The feather on the bird The bird on the egg The egg in the nest The nest on the twig The twig on the branch The branch on the limb The limb on the tree And the tree in the bog In the bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o

Oh Santiana gained the day Away Santianna Now pull the yan up the west they say Along the plains of Mexico Well heave her up and away we'll go Away Santiana Heave her up and away we'll go Along the plains of Mexico She's a fast clipper ship and a bully good crew Away Santiana And an old salty Yank for a captain too Along the plains of Mexico Well heave her up and away we'll go Away Santiana Heave her up and away we'll go Along the plains of Mexico Santiana fought for gold Away Santiana Around Cape Horn through the ice and snow Along the plains of Mexico Well heave her up and away we'll go Away Santiana Heave her up and away we'll go Along the plains of Mexico 'Twas on the field of Molly-Del-Rey Away Santiana Well both his legs got blown away Along the plains of Mexico Well heave her up and away we'll go Away Santiana Heave her up and away we'll go Along the plains of Mexico It was a fierce and bitter strife Away Santiana The general Taylor took his life Along the plains of Mexico Well heave her up and away we'll go Away Santiana Heave her up and away we'll go Along the plains of Mexico Santiana now we mourn Away Santiana We left him buried off Cape Horn Along the plains of Mexico

Let me sing you a song boys of fire and flame, of a French ammo ship, the Mont-Blanc was her name How the brave Nova Scotia was never the same On the morning when Halifax burned 'Twas in early December nineteen seventeen, She was packed to the gills with grade-A TNT They were bound for the fighting in High Germany When towards them the other ship turned The Norwegian ship Imo, some fault in her gears She struck Mont-Blanc's side like the mightiest of spears And the benzol ignited; the captain's worst fears as the fire consumed bow to stern The people gazed on from their safe distant rooms, Watched the soot and the smoke fill the sky with their plumes But within the ships cargo would spell all their dooms How were they to know to be concerned? The crew rowed for shore lest they burn or they drown They cried 'SAVE YOUR SOULS!' as they ran through the town But their warnings were nothing but strange foreign sounds for the townsfolk: no French had they learned One man, Patrick Coleman, in the railway's employ sent word: 'Stop the trains or they'll all be destroyed This will be my last message, farewell to you, boys.' For a true hero's death he had earned An explosion - colossal - when the munitions blew Devastation and debris for miles fired through The Mont-Blanc was gone and the town with it, too and the waters raged up in return There were heroes and angels all fated to die Over two thousand souls laid to rest by-and-by We will always remember and lift a glass high To the morning when Halifax burned

The grave that they dug him had flowers Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colours And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone He's gone When the wars of our nation did beckon A man barely twenty did answer the calling Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation He's gone But Eternity knows him, and it knows what we've done And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry And deep in the trench he waited for hours As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die But the silence of night was shattered by fire As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air And one after another his comrades were slaughtered In a morgue of Marines, alone standing there He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear "They can't let me die! They can't let me die here! I'll cover myself with the mud and the earth I'll cover myself! I know I'm not brave! The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave." You might also like Babylon Don McLean Sister Fatima Don McLean American Pie Don McLean The grave that they dug him had flowers Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colours And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone He's gone

As I went by the dockside one evening so fair To view the still water and take the salt air I heard an old fisherman singing this song Won't you take me away boys my time is not long Wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper No more on the docks I'll be seen Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates And I'll see you one day in Fiddler's Green Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell Where fishermen go when they don't go to Hell Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away Wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper No more on the docks I'll be seen Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates And I'll see you one day in Fiddler's Green Where there's always a breeze and there's never a gale And the fish jump on board with a swish in their tail and you lie at your leisure, there's nothing to do And the captain's below making tea for the crew Wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper No more on the docks I'll be seen Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates And I'll see you one day in Fiddler's Green when you get to the dock and the long trip is through There's pubs and there's clubs, and there's lassies there too and the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free And there's bottles of rum growing from every tree Wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper No more on the docks I'll be seen Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates And I'll see you one day in Fiddler's Green I don't need a harp or a halo, not me Just give me a breeze and a stiff rolling sea And I'll play me old squeeze box as we roll along When the wind in the rigging will sing me this song Wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper No more on the docks I'll be seen Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates And I'll see you one day in Fiddler's Green

We may no longer stay ashore Since we're so deep in debt. So off to Greenland we will steer Some money for to get, brave boys, Some money for to get. It was eighteen hundred and thirty-four, On March the seventeenth day, That we hoist our colours to the top of the tree And for Greenland bore away, brave boys, For Greenland bore away John Randolph was our captain's name, Our ship the Lion so bold. We had fifteen men and they were brave For to face the wind and cold, brave boys, To face the wind and cold It was when we come to them icy grounds Our good ship for to moor. It was then that we wished ourselves back again With the pretty girls ashore, brave boys, With the pretty girls ashore Our bosun he goes up aloft With a spyglass in his hand. “It's a whale, a whale, oh a whale-fish,” he cries, “And he blows at every span, brave boys, And he blows at every span.” Our captain walked on the quarterdeck And the ice was in his eye “Overhaul, overhaul, let your davit tackle falls.” And we launch our boats all three, brave boys, We launch our boats all three. Well, every keel had its bold harpooner, It's pikeaneer a steerer also, And four jolly tars for to pull at the oars. And a-whaling we did go, brave boys, Oh a-whaling we did go. Well, our boats got down, and the men all in And the whale was full in view. Resolved, resolved, was them whalermen so bold To strike when the whale-fish blew, brave boys, To strike when the whale-fish blew. Well, the harpoon struck, and down went the whale With a flourish of his tail. And by chance we lost two men overboard. No more Greenland for you, brave boys, And we never caught that whale. When the captain heard of the loss of his men, It grieved his heart full sore. But when he heard of the loss of the whale, It was half-mast colours all, brave boys, It was half-mast colours all. The winter star did now appear, And it's time our anchor for to weigh, To stow below our running gear And from Greenland bear away, brave boys, From Greenland bear away. Oh, that Greenland is a dreadful place, No longer can we stay. Now the cold winds blow and the whales do go And it's seldom ever day, brave boys, It's seldom ever day. The Watersons sing The Greenland Whale Fishery 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 cross-trees high With a spyglass in his hand. “There's a whale, there's a whale, there's a whale-fish,” 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 davit 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 the boat capsized, we lost seven of our men, And we never caught that whale. Now the losing of seven fine seamen, It grieved the captain sore. But the losing of a bloody sperm whale Oh, it grieved him ten times more. Now, Greenland is a horrid place, Where our fisher lads have to go, Where the rose and the lily never bloom in spring; No there's only ice and snow.

Oh my Donald he works on the sea On the waves that blow wild and free He splices the ropes and he sets the sails While southward he rolls to the home of the whale And he ne'er thinks o' me far behind Nor the torments that rage in my mind He's mine for only part of the year And I'm left all alone with only my tears Ye ladies that smell of wild rose Think ye for your perfume to where a man goes Think ye o' the wives and the babies that yearn For a man ne'er returning from hunting the sperm My Donald he works on the sea On the waves that blow wild and free He splices the ropes and sets the sails While southward he rolls to the home of the whale

It's a working man I am and I've been down underground And I swear to God if I ever see the sun Over any length of time, I can hold it in my mind I never again will go down underground At the age of sixteen years, he quarreled with his peers And he swears there will never be another one In the dark recess of the mine, where you age before your time And the coal dust lies heavy on your lungs It's a working man I am and I've been down underground And I swear to God if I ever see the sun Over any length of time, I can hold it in my mind I never again will go down underground At the age of sixty-four, he'll greet you at the door And he'll gently lead you by the arm In the dark recess of the mine, he can take you back in time Tell you of the hardships that were there It's a working man I am and I've been down underground And I swear to God if I ever see the sun Over any length of time, I can hold it in my mind I never again will go down underground It's a working man I am and I've been down underground And I swear to God if I ever see the sun Over any length of time, I can hold it in my mind I never again will go down underground It's a working man I am and I've been down underground And I swear to God if I ever see the sun Over any length of time, I can hold it in my mind I never again will go down underground.

(Chanty.) 1. As I walked out one fine morning all in the month of May, (Chorus.) Heave away, my Johnny, Heave away. (Chanty.) I overtook a fair pretty maid, And unto her did say. (Chorus.) Heave away, my jolly boys, We're all bound away. (Chanty.) 2. O where are you going to, my pretty maid? I unto her did say. (Chorus.) Heave away, my Johnny, Heave away. (Chanty.) I'm going a milking, sir, she said, All in the month of May. (Chorus.) Heave away, my jolly boys, We're all bound away. (Chanty.) 3. Shall I go with you, my fair pretty maid? I unto her did say. (Chorus.) all chorus parts as for verses 1&2 (Chanty.) O yes, if you please, kind sir, she said, All in the month of May. 4. O what is your father, my pretty maid? I unto her did say. My father's a farmer, kind sir, she said, All in the month of May. 5. O what is your fortune, my fair pretty maid, I unto her did say. My face is my fortune, sir, she said, All in the month of May. 6. Then I cannot marry you, my pretty maid. I unto her did say. Nobody asked you, sir, she said. All in the month of May.

Oh, not for me the sun brings the morning-o No not for me of patient mind No more for me long hauls down to Borneo For I am old and I am blind Yet in my mind the vision still is clear Of crow's nest days so long ago With both eyes peeled for dangers far and near I hear again the cry: "Sail ho." They tell me now that ships are twice as long With masts of steel and hulls of iron Just 'cause I'm blind you can't fool me, my lads For they would sink beneath the brine Now as I sit on foggy ev-en-ings A plaintive siren taunts my ear And minds me when I was sailor lad For that's the sound by which I'd steer And from my bed November mornings I'd feel the tremble, hear the roar And pray for those in peril on the sea And all my shipmates, gone before

Wuz you ever in Quebec Launchin' timber on the deck? Where ye'd break yer bleedin' neck Riding on a donkey! Way hay an' away we go, Donkey riding, donkey riding! Way hay an' away we go, Riding on a donkey! Wuz you ever in Timbucktoo Where the gals are black an' blue? And they waggle their bustles too, Riding on a donkey. Way hay an' away we go, Donkey riding, donkey riding! Way hay an' away we go, Riding on a donkey! Wuz you ever in Vallipo Where the gals put on a show? Waggle an' dance with a roll and go, Riding on a donkey. Way hay an' away we go, Donkey riding, donkey riding! Way hay an' away we go, Riding on a donkey! Wuz you ever in Mobile Bay, Screwin' cotton all the day? A dollar a day is a white man's pay, Riding on a donkey. Way hay an' away we go, Donkey riding, donkey riding! Way hay an' away we go, Riding on a donkey! Wuz you ever in London town, Where the gals they do come down? See the king in a golden crown, Riding on a donkey. Way hay an' away we go, Donkey riding, donkey riding! Way hay an' away we go, Riding on a donkey! Wuz you ever off Cape Horn, Where the weather's never warm, When you wish for the Lord ye'd never bin born? Riding on a donkey. Way hay an' away we go, Donkey riding, donkey riding! Way hay an' away we go, Riding on a donkey!

Miner's life is like a sailor's Board a ship to cross the waves Every day his life's in danger Still he ventures, being brave Watch the rocks, they're falling daily Careless miner's always fail Keep your hand upon your wages And your eye upon the scale Union miners, stand together Do not heed the Coal Board's tale Keep your hand upon your wages And your eye upon the scale You've been docked and docked again, boys You've been loading three for one What have you to show for working Since your mining days began? Worn-out shoes and worn-out miners Blackened lungs and faces pale Keep your hand upon your wages And your eye upon the scale Union miners, stand together Do not heed the Coal Board's tale Keep your hand upon your wages And your eye upon the scale In conclusion, bear in memory, Keep this password in your mind Workers' strength cannot be broken When in Union we combine Stand up tall, and stand together Victory for you'll prevail Keep your hand upon your wages And your eye upon the scale Union miners, stand together Do not heed the Coal Board's tale Keep your hand upon your wages And your eye upon the scale

Calm is the sea, No wand’ring breezes Disturb the stillness of the deep: The twilight slowly darkens o’er us, And lulls the weary world to sleep, And lulls the weary world to sleep. Calm is the sea, The tide advancing Upon the strand in silence steals: A silence fills the little harbour, And lifts and moves the fisher keels, And lifts and moves the fisher keels. Calm is the sea, The lights of heaven Are shining on its quiet breast: O troubled heart! The love eternal Looks down on thee, believe and rest, Looks down on thee, believe and rest.

Are you gonna take me home tonight? Oh, down beside that red firelight? Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go around Hey, I was just a skinny lad Never knew no good from bad But I knew life before I left my nursery, huh Left alone with big fat Fanny She was such a naughty nanny Hey, big woman You made a bad boy out of me Hey, hey, woo! I've been singing with my band Cross the water, cross the land I've seen every blue-eyed Floozy on the way, hey But their beauty and their style Went kinda smooth after a while Take me to them dirty ladies every time Oh, won't you take me home tonight Oh, down beside your red firelight? Oh, and you give it all you got Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go around Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go around Hey, listen here Now, I got mortgages on homes I got stiffness in my bones Ain't no beauty queens In this locality, I tell you Oh, but I still get my pleasure Still got my greatest treasure Hey, big woman, you gonna make A big man of me, now get this (Oh, I know) Are you gonna Take me home tonight? (Please) Oh, down beside that red firelight? Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go around (Yeah) Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go around Get on your bikes and ride! [Outro] Ooh, yeah Oh, yeah Them fat bottomed girls (Fat bottomed girls) Yeah, yeah, yeah Alright, ride 'em cowboy (Fat bottomed girls) Yes, yes!

I’ve stood on Cape Cornwall in the sun’s evening glow, On Chywoone Hill at Newlyn to watch the fishing fleets go, Watched the sheave wheels at Geevor as they spun around, And heard the men singing as they go underground, And no one will ever move me from this land, Until the Lord calls me to sit at his hand, For this is my Eden, and I’m not alone, For this is my Cornwall and this is my home, I’ve left childish footsteps in the soft Sennen sand, I’ve chased the maids there, all giggly and tanned, I’ve stood on the cliff top in a westerly blow, And heard the wave thunder on the rocks far below, First thing in the morning, on Chapel Carn Brea, To gaze at the Scillies in the blue far away, For this is my Cornwall, and I’ll tell you why, Because I was born here and here I shall die.

An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day, Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way, When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw, A ploughin' through the ragged skies And up a cloudy draw. Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, The ghost herd in the sky. Their brands were still on fire and their hooves was made of steel, Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel, A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky, For he saw the riders comin' hard And he heard their mournful cry. Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, Ghost riders in the sky. Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked With sweat, They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky, On horses snortin' fire As they ride on, hear their cry. Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, Ghost riders in the sky. As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name, "If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range, Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride A-try'ng to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies." Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, The ghost herd in the sky. Ghost riders in the sky.

From France we get the Brandy From Martinique the rum Sweet red cabernet From Italy does come But the fairest of 'em all me boys The one to beat the day Is made from apples Up the mighty Saguenay So follow me lads 'Cause this 'aint no grog or ale One pint down you'll be swingin' in the gale Five pints bully, you'll be shakin' in your shoes We're half-seas over on the Joli Rouge She's called the dreadnought cider She's proper and she's fine And when the day is over, sure, I wish that she were mine Or in the dark of winter, or on a summer's eve Oh, one hand giveth and the other doth receive So follow me lads 'Cause this 'aint no grog or ale One pint down you'll be swingin' in the gale Five pints bully, you'll be shakin' in your shoes We're half-seas over on the Joli Rouge So turn your sails over And bring her hard to port Find that little star and fly Straight into the north The wild sun upon your back The wind a-blowing free You're rolling up the river boys To old Chicoutimi So follow me lads 'Cause this 'aint no grog or ale One pint down you'll be swingin' in the gale Five pints bully, you'll be shakin' in your shoes We're half-seas over on the Joli Rouge So you can have a Mangers And pour it over ice Or you can have a Strongbow If it's sadness that you like Or join us up the river And we'll set your heart aglow And how you'll feel when the real Cider starts to flow So follow me lads 'Cause this 'aint no grog or ale One pint down you'll be swingin' in the gale Five pints bully, you'll be shakin' in your shoes We're half-seas over on the Joli Rouge So follow me lads 'Cause this 'aint no grog or ale One pint down you'll be swingin' in the gale Five pints bully, you'll be shakin' in your shoes We're half-seas over on the Joli Rouge

Captain Gibson hear our plea Six men's lives are in peril at sea Send the boat oh send the boat The Whitby Visitor is no more Shovel the snow lads seven feet tall, hooves a pounding clear and haul Clear and haul lads clear and haul, hooves a pounding clear and haul. Coxswain shouted can't you see We could never clear that sea Boats not for sailing, not today But six men's lives we shall yet save Shovel the snow lads seven feet tall, hooves a pounding clear and haul Clear and haul lads clear and haul, hooves a pounding clear and haul. Grab the shovels, seas of snow Through blizzard drift we shall go O'er the moors lads o'er the moors At Robin Hood's Bay we'll launch there Shovel the snow lads seven feet tall, hooves a pounding clear and haul Clear and haul lads clear and haul, hooves a pounding clear and haul. Harness fastened leathers tight Ne'er anyone had seen such sight Steady up boys steady up Mighty beasts haul the load Shovel the snow lads seven feet tall, hooves a pounding clear and haul Clear and haul lads clear and haul, hooves a pounding clear and haul. Hundreds fight the snow that day More horses harnessed on the way Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Twixt cosy homes with fires aglow But pounding seas still lay ahead Pull the oars lads seven feet tall, waves a pounding heave and haul Heave and haul lads heave and haul, waves a pounding heave and haul Exhausted men can barely stand But the Robert Whitworth will be manned Oars all smashed and steering broke With salty tears they head for shore Pull the oars lads seven feet tall, waves a pounding heave and haul Heave and haul lads heave and haul, waves a pounding heave and haul We'll try again we shall not fail Eighteen men shall fight the gale Hours passed men hauled aboard White horses crashing to the bay Pull the oars lads seven feet tall, waves a pounding heave and haul Heave and haul lads heave and haul, waves a pounding heave and haul Such a journey ne'er forget Inner strength will save men yet Fight nature's forces for precious life Lifeboat men to you our praise Pull the oars lads seven feet tall, waves a pounding heave and haul Heave and haul lads heave and haul, waves a pounding heave and haul Heave and haul lads heave and haul, waves a pounding heave and haul

See the boys out walking The boys, they look so fine Dressed up in green velvet Their silver buckles shine Soon they'll be bleary-eyed Under a keg of wine Down where the drunkards roll Down where the drunkards roll See that lover standing Staring at the ground He's looking for the real thing Lies were all he found You can get the real thing It will only cost a pound Down where the drunkards roll Down where the drunkards roll There goes a troubled woman She dreams a troubled dream She lives out on the highway She keeps her money clean Soon she'll be returning To the place where she's the queen Down where the drunkards roll Down where the drunkards roll You can be a gambler Who never drew a hand You can be a sailor Who never left dry land You can be the Lord Jesus All the world will understand Down where the drunkards roll Down where the drunkards roll

By Calder's clear valley, by Calder's clear stream, Where I and my Annie together were seen. Days they past swiftly and happy were we, It is little, she thought, that a soldier I'd be. On the 20th of August our regiment was lost When a shot from the enemy our line came across; Struck me on the forehead, the blood it ran down, I reeled and I staggered, I fell to the ground. "Oh come here," cries the captain, "come here with good speed, For I fear by a bullet young Dinsmore is dead." They poured me the water and the whisky so free, And they turned me all over by brute for to see. If my Annie she were here, she would bind up my wounds, One kiss from her sweet mouth would staunch all the stouns (?) But if fortune smile on me and back I return I will sport with you, Annie, by Calder's clear dam. For it's wet and I am weary and I think of lang syne, When I was a young man and I worked down the mine. Tears they do trickle and down they do fall, Like the dew on the daisies in bonny Woodhall.

It's been a long time since you've seen her Could have been three years or more Will she be waiting when we dock, boys Or like others will she be gone? It's one more pull boys, that'll do boys Soon we'll draw alongside Hoist her upwards, swing her inboard For the journey's nearly done Well you're looking mighty smart, boy Dressed up in your number ones You've scrounged a new blade from the purser To scrape the bum-fluff from off your chin It's one more pull boys, that'll do boys Soon wе'll draw alongside Hoist her upwards, swing her inboard For thе journey's nearly done When we've fixed those bow and stern lines And you've scuttled down the gangway If she's waiting there, just kiss her Turn around, give us a smile It's one more pull boys, that'll do boys Soon we'll draw alongside Hoist her upwards, swing her inboard For the journey's nearly done Well, we too will go ashore soon (Get drunk in the clubs and bars,) Then stagger homeward, pockets empty Like so many nights before It's one more pull boys, that'll do boys Soon we'll draw alongside Hoist her upwards, swing her inboard For the journey's nearly done Well a man may take a wife, boy And a man may take a mistress But a sailor has his ship, boys And his mistress it is the sea It's one more pull boys, that'll do boys Soon we'll draw alongside Hoist her upwards, swing her inboard For the journey's nearly done It's one more pull boys, that'll do boys Soon we'll draw alongside Hoist her upwards, swing her inboard For the journey now is done

And it's go boys go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go... Well a Process Man am I and I'm tellin' you no lie I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair And it's go, boys, go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go... Well, I've worked among the spinners and I breathe the oily smoke I've shovelled up the gypsum and it nigh on makes you choke I've stood knee deep in cyanide, got sick with a caustic burn Been working rough, I've seen enough to make your stomach turn And it's go, boys, go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go... There's overtime and bonus opportunities galore The young men like their money and they all come back for more But soon you're knocking on and you look older than you should For every bob made on the job, you pay with flesh and blood And it's go, boys, go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go... Well a Process Man am I, and I'm telling you no lie I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair And it's go, boys, go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death And it's go, boys, go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go...

Hummingbird, hummingbird I knew I'd find you here Bright lights draw you near, they always will All that work and worry just to stay still Hummingbird, hummingbird Always on your mind Sweetness you must find, does it get you down ? You never reach the sky and you cannot touch the ground Soar you will never soar Spin or swoop or glide Soar up above us all In the shadows you must hide Soar you will never soar Spin or swoop or glide Soar up above us all In the shadows you must hide Hummingbird, hummingbird So you spread your wings If you forget to sing you'll lose your song Then where will you go when all the pretty things have gone ? Hummingbird, hummingbird...

This land is barren and broken, Scarred like the face of the moon Our tongue no longer spoken The towns all around face ruin Will there be work in New Brunswick? Or will I find gold in the Cape? If I tunnel way down to Australia How will I ever escape? Where there's a mine or a hole in the ground That's what I'm heading for that's where I'm bound Look for me under the lode or inside the vein, Where the copper, the clay, where the a***nic and tin Run in your blood they get under your skin I'm leaving the county behind and I'm not coming back So follow me down Cousin Jack. The soil was too poor to make Eden, Granite and sea left no choice Though visions of heaven sustained us, When John Wesley gave us a voice Did Joseph once come to St Michaels Mount? Two thousand years pass in a dream When you're working your way in the darkness, Deep in the heart of the seam. Where there's a mine or a hole in the ground That's what I'm heading for that's where I'm bound So look for me under the lode or inside the vein, Where the copper, the clay, where the a***nic and tin Run in your blood they get under your skin I'm leaving the county behind and I'm not coming back So follow me down Cousin Jack. I dream of a bridge cross the Tamar It opens us up to the East In my dreams I see English living in our houses I see Spanish fishing in our seas Where there's a mine or a hole in the ground That's what I'm heading for that's where I'm bound So look for me under the lode or inside the vein, Where the copper, the clay, where a***nic and tin Run in your blood and under your skin I'm leaving the county behind and I'm not coming back So follow me down Cousin Jack.

Time is a tempest and we are all travellers We are all travellers, we are all travellers Time is a tempest and we are all travellers Travelling through the storm. Our cities are crowded, our forests are falling War clouds above, angry voices are calling Five minutes to midnight, there's no time for stalling It's time to share our load. So lift up your voices and sing of the wind and rain Sing of the wind and rain, sing of the wind and rain Lift up your voices and sing of the wind and rain Travelling through the storm. Time is a tempest and we are all travellers We are all travellers, we are all travellers Time is a tempest and we are all travellers Travelling through the storm.

My Lord he did just what he said, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. He healed the sick and he raised the dead, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. Let it shine on, let it shine on, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. Let it shine on, let it shine on, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. Paul and Silas bound in jail, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. Ain't nobody for to go their bail, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. Let it shine on, let it shine on, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. Let it shine on, let it shine on, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. Paul and Silas began to shout, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. Jail door opened and they walked out, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. Let it shine on, let it shine on, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. Let it shine on, let it shine on, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. I've got religion and I ain't ashamed, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. Angels in heaven gonna write my name, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. Let it shine on, let it shine on, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. Let it shine on, let it shine on, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. One of these days before very long, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me. The whole of Piece is gonna sing this song, Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me.

Now when I was a young man I carried me pack, and I lived the free life of a rover From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback, well, I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915, my country said son, it's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun, and they marched me away to the war And the band played Waltzing Matilda, as the ship pulled away from the Quay And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears, we sailed off for Gallipoli And how well I remember that terrible day, how our blood stained the sand and the water And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay, we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk he was waiting, he'd primed himself well, he showered us with bullets And he rained us with shell, and in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all straight to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia But the band played Waltzing Matilda, when we stopped to bury our slain We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs, then we started all over again And those that were left, well we tried to survive, in that mad world of blood, death and fire And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive, though around me the corpses piled higher Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head, and when I woke up in my hospital bed And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead: never knew there was worse things than dyin' For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda, all around the green bush far and free To hang tent and pegs, a man needs both legs-no more waltzing Matilda for me So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia The legless, the armless, the blind, the 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 thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me, to grieve, to mourn, and to pity But the band played Waltzing Matilda, as they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared, then they turned all their faces away And so now every April, I sit on me porch, and I watch the parades pass before me And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march, reviving old dreams of past glories And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore, the forgotten heroes of a forgotten war And the young people ask, what are they marching for? ...and I ask myself the same question But the band plays Waltzing Matilda, and the old men still answer the call But as year follows year, more old men disappear, someday no one will march there at all "Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"

They can't believe it in Penzance town They’ve head that the Soloman Browne has gone down The Union Star wrecked in the swell With all lives lost, eight heroes as well But don't take the heroes who answer the call Don't take the heroes, return them to shore You’re winning the battle for lives lost at sea But don't take the heroes, don't take the heroes They're fathers and brothers, and sons just like me He stands alone, was it God's design? We shall not take fathers and their sons this time Trevelyan's words still ring in his ears The salty spray meets his salt tears But don't take the heroes who answer the call Don't take the heroes, return them to shore You’re winning the battle for lives lost at sea But don’t take the heroes, don't take the heroes They’re fathers and brothers, and sons just like me There on the shelf his photograph stands She's holding a medal instead of his hands But medals can't caress, can't wipe away tears Can’t care for a mother in her golden years But don't take the heroes who answer the call Don't take the heroes, return them to shore You're winning the battle for lives lost at sea But don't take the heroes, don't take the heroes They're fathers and brothers, and sons just like me The Small boy he said, "What did Daddy do? And why do I live here all alone with you?" She showed him the medal, said, "Stand proud and tall And when you're a man you'll answer the call." But don't take the heroes who answer the call Don't take the heroes, return them to shore You're winning the battle for lives lost at sea But don't take the heroes, don't take the heroes They're fathers and brothers, and sons just like me But gifts can't mend families all torn apart And ease the pain in each grieving heart But although you've taken Trevelyan's men We won't be beaten, we'll fight you again But don't take the heroes who answer the call Don't take the heroes return them to shore You're winning the battle for lives lost at sea But don't take the heroes, don't take the heroes They're fathers and brothers Fathers and brothers Fathers and brothers, and sons just like me

Well, you wake up in the mornin' You hear the work bell ring And they march you to the table You see the same old thing Ain't no food upon the table And no pork up in the pan But you better not complain, boy You get in trouble with the man Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine an ever-lovin' light on me Yonder come Miss Rosie How in the world did you know? By the way she wears her apron And the clothes she wore Umbrella on her shoulder Piece of paper in her hand She come to see the gov'nor She want to free her man, oh Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine an ever-lovin' light on me If you're ever in Houston Well, you better do right You better not gamble There, you better not fight, Lord Or the sheriff will grab ya And the boys will bring you down The next thing you know, boy Whoa, you're prison bound Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine an ever-lovin' light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine an ever-lovin' light on me

It's of a merchant's daughter brought up in Callao Hurrah, me yaller girls, doodle let me go She took me in the parlour and said, “Won't you be my boy?” Hurrah, me yaller girls, doodle let me go Doodle let me go, me girls, doodle let me go, Hurrah, me yaller girls, doodle let me go Oh all around the sofa, lads, and wasn't it a show And about the hour of twelve o'clock her own man he came home As I was out a-walking down by the riverside It was e'er I seen this pretty girl a-swimming in the tide As I was out a-walking all in the bright moonlight It was e'er I seen this girl a-swimming and arise, it shone so bright I wish I was in Madame Gashay's down in Callao Where the girls hold on your bobstay and they never let it go We'll cast a line 'round Madame Gashay's and take the house in tow We'll tow it back to Liverpool all the way from Callao

Gawn' up Camberne 'ill, comin' down. Gawn' up Camberne 'ill, comin' down. The 'osses stood still, the wheels went aroun', Gawn' up Camberne 'ill, comin' down. White stockans, white stockans, she wore, White stockans, white stockans, she wore, White stockans she wore, the same as before, Gawn' up Camberne 'ill, comin' down. I knawed 'er ol' feether, old friend, I knawed 'er ol' feether, old friend. I knawed 'er old man, 'ee blawed in the band, Gawn' up Camberne 'ill, comin' down. I 'ad her, I 'ad her, I did. I 'ad her, I 'ad her, I did. I 'ad her I did, it cost me a quid, Gawn' up Camberne 'ill, comin' down. Oh please have a baby by me, Oh please have a baby by me. I'm young and I'm strong, won't take very long, Gawn' up Camberne 'ill, comin' down. We 'eaved on more coal for more steam, We 'eaved on more coal for more steam. The steam 'it the beam, the wheels went aroun', Gawn' up Camberne 'ill, comin' down. Gawn' up Camberne 'ill, comin' down. Gawn' up Camberne 'ill, comin' down. The 'osses stood still, the wheels went aroun', Gawn' up Camberne 'ill, comin' down. An' we pushed the damper in an' we pulled the damper out, An' the smoke went up the chimney just the same. An' we pushed the damper in an' we pulled the damper out An' the smoke went up the chimney just the same. An' the smoke went up the chimney, An' the smoke went up the chimney, An' the smoke went up the chimney, An' the smoke went up the chimney just the same. / She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes She'll be coming round the mountain, She'll be coming round the mountain She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes She'll be driving six white horses when she comes She'll be driving six white horses when she comes She'll be driving six white horses, She'll be driving six white horses She'll be driving six white horses when she comes Oh, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes Oh, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes Oh, we'll all go out to meet her, We'll all go out to meet her We'll all go out to meet her when she comes We will kill the old red rooster when she comes We will kill the old red rooster when she comes We will kill the old red rooster, We will kill the old red rooster, We will kill the old red rooster when she comes Oh, we'll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes Oh, we'll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes Oh, we'll all have chicken and dumplings, We'll all have chicken and dumplings Oh, we'll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes She'll be wearing red pajamas when she comes She'll be wearing red pajamas when she comes She'll be wearing red pajamas, She'll be wearing red pajamas She'll be wearing red pajamas when she comes She will have to sleep with Grandma when she comes She will have to sleep with Grandma when she comes She will have to sleep with Grandma, She will have to sleep with Grandma She will have to sleep with Grandma when she comes