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It's of a gentlemen soldier as a sentry he did stand
He saluted the fair maid be a wavin' of the hand
So boldly then he kissed and he passed it off as a joke
He drilled her up in the sentry box, wrapped up a the
Soldiers coat
And the drums did go with a rat-ta-ta-tat and the fifes
Did loudly play,
Fare thee well Polly me dear I must be going away

Walking all the day
near tall towers where falcons build their nests
Silver wings they fly,
They know the call for freedom in their breasts,
Saw Black Head against the sky
Where twisted rocks they run down to the sea
Living on your western shore,
Saw summer sun sets, I asked for more,

Название напитка происходит от прозвища британского вице-адмирала Эдварда Вернона (Edward Vernon; 1684—1757) — «Олд Грог» (Old Grog). В те времена в ежедневный рацион моряков Британского Королевского флота входила порция рома, что периодически вызывало дисциплинарные проблемы и пьянство матросов. Чтобы уменьшить влияние алкоголя на моряков, адмирал Вернон приказал раздавать ром только разбавленным водой, холодной или горячей, в зависимости от ситуации. Напиток полюбился морякам, пользуясь особой популярностью в холодное время года. В честь плаща из фая, который адмирал Вернон носил в плохую погоду и который по-английски назывался grogram cloak, смесь рома с водой стали называть «грогом».

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The Dubliners - All For Me Grog

Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog,

When I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said: Son,
It's time to stop rambling, 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

Well, in a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound
Many an hours sweet happiness, have I spent in that neat little town
A sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder

At Boolavogue, as the sun was setting
O'er the bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought the neighbours from far and near.
Then Father Murphy, from old Kilcormack,
Spurred up the rocks with a warning cry;
"Arm! Arm!" he cried, "For I've come to lead you,
For Ireland's freedom we fight or die."

Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?

No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,

BOULAVOGUE
(P.J.McCall)
At Boulavogue, as the sun was setting
O'er bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought the neighbors from far and near.
Then Father Murphy, from old Kilcormack,
Spurred up the rocks with a warning cry;

I wish I was in Carrickfergus,
Only for nights in Ballygrant
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
Only for nights in Ballygrant,
But the sea is wide and I cannot cross over
And neither have I the wings to fly
I wish i could meet a handsome boatsman
To ferry me over, my love to find.

I'm a young married man and I'm tired of me life
For lately I married an ailing young wife,
She does nothing all day, only sits down and sigh
Saying I wish to the lord that I only could die.

Oh doctor, dear doctor, oh doctor De'Jung
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of me life, I'll go down in the soil

When I was young, I used to be,
As fine a man as ever you'd see,
'til the Prince of Wales, he said to me,
Come and join the British army.

Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
They're lookin' for monkeys up in the zoo,
And since when have I had a face like you?

Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
For it's off each morning to the pop
And then she's in for another little drop
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

Oh she walks along Fitzgibbon street with an independent air
And then it's down be Summerhill and as the people stare

I met my love by the gas yard wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Heard a siren from the dock
Saw a train set the night on fire

Don't get married girls
You'll sign away your life
You may start off as a woman
But you'll end up as the wife
You could be a vestal virgin
Take the veil and be a nun
But don't get married girls
For marriage isn't fun

This song is about a man who was the only survivor when a fishing boat was destroyed in a storm. When he got back to shore he never went back to sea again and he became very melancholy and he just tramped around the roads of Donegal. Whenever he was having a few pints he would retell the whole story of the disaster over and over again. His name was Danny, so they called him Donegal Danny.

Capo 2-th fret
I[C] remember the night that[F] he walked[C] in
From the[F] wintry cold and[C] damp
A giant of a man in an[Am] oilskin coat
And a bundle that[F] told he was a[G] tramp
He[C] stood at the bar and he[F] called a[C] pint

Eileen Og
(Percy French)
Eileen Og an' that the darlin's name is
Through the Barony her features they were famous
If we loved her then who was there to blame us
For wasn't she the Pride of Petravore?
But her beauty made us all so shy
Not a man could look her in the eye

When[G] I was[C] young and in my[G] prime

And could[C] wander wild and[G] free

There was always a[C] longing in my[G] mind

To[Em] follow the call of the[G] sea

By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
Micheal they are taking you away
For you stole Trevelyn's corn
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.

Chorus:

Ah Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
A gentleman Irish mighty odd
Well, he had a tongue both rich and sweet
An' to rise in the world he carried a hod
Ah but Tim had a sort of a tipplin' way
With the love of the liquor he was born
An' to send him on his way each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn

As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out through the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through

When first I landed in Liverpool, I went upon a spree
Me money alas I spent it fast, got drunk as drunk could be
And when that me money was all gone, 'twas then I wanted more
But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more

Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once more
But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more

Chorus:
God save Ireland, said the heroes
God save Ireland, said they all
Whether on the scaffold high
Or the battlefield we die
Oh what matter when for Erin dear we fall?

High upon the gallows tree

O Polly love, O Polly, the road has now begun
And we must go a marching at the beating of the drum
Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
I'll take you to the war me love in high Germany

Willy love, o Willy come list' what I do say
My feet they are so tender, I cannot march away
And besides my dearest Willy I am with child by thee

Oh well, who wouldn't be a sailor lad a sailin' on the main
To gain the good will of his captain's good name?
He came ashore one evening for to be
And that was the beginning of my own true love and me

And it's home,boys,home
Home I'd like to be home for a while
In me me own country

Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple
By the butt of the Magazine Wall

Of the Magazine Wall/Hump, helmet and all?

He was one time our King of the Castle

I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pulled me hair, stolen me comb
But that's alright, till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, want you tell me who is she?

There's ne'er a nicht I'm gane to ramble, there's ne'er a nicht I'm gane to roam
There's ne'er a nicht I'm gane to ramble, intae the erms of me ain true love

I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree
It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinkin' how to gain my love's company

Though the nicht be as dark as dungeon, not a star can be seen above
I will be guided without a stumble, intae the erms of my ane true love

Well you walk into a city street, you could be in Poru
And you hear a distant calling and you know it's ment for you,
And you drom what you were doing and you join the merry mob,
And before you know just where you are, your in an Irish pub.

Chorus
They've got one in Holalulu they've got one in Moscow too,
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Katmando

You sons of Dan O'Connels Isle
Pray pay attention to my ditty
For it's all about a fair young man
His birthplace it was Dublin City

My song is for to demonstrate
A story with a pill sorrel
Beginning by the Carlyle Bridge

Kilkelly, Ireland, 1860, my dear and loving son John.
Your good friend schoolmaster Pat MacNamara is so good as to write these words down.
Your brothers have all got a fine work in England, the house is so empty and sad.
The crop of potatoes is sorely infected, a third to a half of them bad.
And your sister Bridged and Patrick O'Donnell are going to be married in June.
Mother says not to work on the railroad and be sure to come on home soon.

Kilkelly, Ireland, 1870, my dear and loving son John.

In comes the train and the whole platform shakes
It stops with a shudder and a screaming of brakes
The parting has come and my weary soul aches
I'm leaving my Nancy, oh

But you stand there so calmly determinedly gay
You talk of the weather and events of the day
And your eyes tell me all that your tongue doesn't say

Сл. Картер, муз. народная
(перевод ниже)

I danced in the morning when the world was begun
I danced in the Moon & the Stars & the Sun
I came down from Heaven & I danced on Earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth:

Come all you lads and lassies
And listen to me a while
I'll sing to you a verse or two
That will surely make you smile
Concerning a young man I'm going to tell you now
Who has lately come a-courting
The maid of the sweet brow knowe'

Many young men of twenty said goodbye
On that long day
From break of dawn until the sun was high
Many young men of twenty said goodbye

They loved the mountains and the glens
The lassies and the fine young men.
I saw the tear of every girl and boy

Eighteen sixty nine being the date anf the year,
Those Waterloo sportsmen and more did appear,
For to gain the great prizes and bear them awa',
Never counting on Ireland and Master McGrath.

On the twelfth of November, that day of renown,
McGrath and his keeper they left Lurgan town,
A gale in the Channel, it soon drove them o'er,

Oh come all ye late fellows that follows the gun
Beware of night ramblin' by the setting of the sun
Beware of an accident as happened of late
It was Molly Bawn Leary and sad was her fate

She'd been gone to her uncle's when a storm it came on
She drew under a green bush the shower for to shun
With her white apron wrapped around her he took her for a swan

In Dublin’s fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow, through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

«Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh»,
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".

In Dublin’s fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow through streets broad and narrow,
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

"Alive, alive, oh,
Alive, alive, oh",
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Well if you got a wingo,
take her up to ringo,
Where the waxies sing o all the day,
If youґve had your fill of porter,
And you canґt go any further,
Give yer man the order "Back to the Quay"
And take her up to Monto, Monto, Monto,
Take her up to Monto, langeroo, to you.

Oh the violets were scenting the woods, Nora
Displaying their charm to the bee
When I first said I loved only you, Nora
And you said you loved only me

The chestnut blooms gleamed through the glade, Nora
A robin sang loud from a tree
When I first said I loved only you, Nora

On Raglan Road of an Autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue
I saw the danger and I passed along the enchanted way
And I said "Let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day"

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion play
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay

Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile,
Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile,[3]
Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.

'Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar,
Do b' é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann,
Do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach,

Gaeilge:

Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile,
Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile,
Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile,
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh!

Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile,

Far and wide as the eye can wander,
Heath and bog are everywhere.
Not a bird sings out to cheer us.
Oaks are standing gaunt and bare.

We are the peat bog soldiers,
Marching with our spades to the moor.
We are the peat bog soldiers,

Tá Peig agom, tá Cáit agom, ach Peig an bean is fearr
'Cbe faer Gheabhfas í nach air a bhfeás anttadh
Ó ghuairm í 's guairim í go deo
Sí grá mo chroí mo bhurnín í sí Peigín Leitirmór

Tá iscaraigh na h'iarrthartha in greim an Ghotán mhoie
Agus scríothim aisteach is gheobhfam leath-bhód sheoil
Ó ghuairm í 's guairim í go deo

In eighteen hundred and forty one
Me corduroy breeches I put on
Me corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty two
From Hartlepool I moved to Crewe

Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure
A massing treasure why scrape and save?
Why look so canny at ev'ry penny?
You'll take no money within the grave
Landlords and gentry with all their plenty
Must still go empty where e'er they're bound
So to my thinking we'd best be drinking
Our glasses clinking and round and round

Well the government's made a document
To help prevent embarrassment
And in the event of an accident
Catching us with our trousers down
It's no use to you when you're dead
Nor even when alive
And the name of this piece of paper is
Protect and survive

While in the merry month of May from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted.
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.

See[C] the child with the golden hair but[Dm] eyes that show the emptiness inside
Do[G] we know can we understand just[C] how he feels or[G] have we really[C] tried
See[C] him now as he stands alone and[Dm] watches children play a childre's game
Simple[G] child he looks almost like the[C] others yet they[G] know he's not the[C] same

Scorn not his sim[Fm]plicity but[C] rather try to love him all the more,,[Am],,
Scorn not his sim[Fm]plicity oh[G] no,oh[C] no.

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see

Smith was a Bristol man and a rare old sort was he
With his cutlass and his pistols, heave-ye-ho
With a noble crew of cut-throats he used to scour the sea
A'plundering and a'robbing high and low
He swore 'twas no concern, he did not give a herrin'
About right or wrong or any holy show
He swore that grabbing booty was Britain's foremost duty
Wherever she could get it, heave-ye-ho

Сл. Considine, теперь народное.
Considine уехал в из Ирландии в Америку, чтобы заработать денег и пожениться. Но он заболел, и в 23 года перед смертью написал это стихотворение и отправил его домой.

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by,
Me mind bein´ bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly,
I stepped on board a vision and followed with the will,
When next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancil Hill.

As I went out through Dublin City
at the hour of twelve in the night
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
washing her feet by candle light
First she washed them, then she dried them
over a fire of amber coals
In all my life I ne'er did see
a maid so neat about the soul

A hungry feeling
Came o'er me stealing
All the mice were squealing
In my prison cell

And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Well, you've heard about the Indians with their tommy hawks and spears
And of the U.N. Warriors, the heroes of recent years
Also I might mention the British Grenadiers
Well, none of them were in it but the Dublin Fusiliers

You've heard about the Light Brigade and of the deeds they've done
And of the other regiments that many victories won
But the pride of all the armies, dragoons and Carabiniers

As down the glen one Easter morn
to a city fair rode I
There Armed lines of marching men
in squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum nor battle drum
did sound it's dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
rang out through the foggy dew

As I rode down to Galway town to seek for recreation
On the seventeenth of August me mind being elevated
There were multitudes assembled with their tickets at the station
Me eyes began to dazzle and I'm goin' to see the races.

Chorus: With your whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day.

There were passengers from Limerick and passengers from Nenagh

Adieu to you my Dinah, a thousand times adieu
For we’re going away from the holy ground and the girls we all love true
We will sail the salt seas over and then return for sure,
To see again the girls we love, and the holy ground once more

You’re the girl I do adore!
And still I live in hopes to see

The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings

Oh, Roger the ploughboy he is a dashing blade
He goes whistling and singing over yonder leafy shade
He met with pretty Susan, she's handsome I declare

Here's the chords as played by The Dubliners.

Intro chords,
A D G D A D G D A D

[D]Farewell to you my[G] own true[D] love,
I am sailing far,far a[A]way,
I am[D] bound for Cali[G]forni[D]a,

I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
I get all my pleasure the hard moorland way
I may be a wage slave on Monday
But I am a free man on Sunday

I've been o'er the Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowden
I've camped by the Wain Stones as well
I've sunbaked on Kinder, been burnt to a cinder

Somebody under the bed
Whoever can it be?
I feel so very nervous,
I call for Joanie
Joanie lights the candle but there's nobody there
Hay-hi-diddly-I
And out goes she

Make way for the Molly Maguires
They're drinkers, they're liars but they're men
Make way for the Molly Maguires
You'll never see the likes of them again

Down the mines no sunlight shines
Those pits they're black as hell
In modest style they do their time

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night
Alive as you and me
Says I, 'But Joe, you're ten years dead'
'I never died', says he
'I never died', says he.

In Salt Lake, Joe, says I
Him standing by my side

Of all money that ever I had
I spent it in good company
and of all the harm that ever I done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of whit
to memory now I can't recall
so fill to me the parting glass
goodnight and joy be with you all

Oh, have you been to Avondale
And lingered in her lovely vale?
Where tall trees whisper low the tale
Of Avondale's proud eagle.

Where pride and ancient glory fade,
Such was the land where he was laid,
Like Christ was thirty pieces paid,

"Tell me, tell me, Sean OґFarrell, tell me why you hurry so?"
"Hush mavoughal, hush and listen," and his cheeks was all aglow
"I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon
With your pike upon your shoulder for the rising of the moon"

"Tell me, tell me, Sean OґFarrell, where the gatherinґ is to be?"
"In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me"

In the merry month of June from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.

Dear Sir, I write this note to you to tell you of me plight
and at the time of writing, I am not a pretty sight;
me body is all black and blue, me face a deathly gray
and I write this note to say why Paddy's not at work today.

Whilst working on the fourteenth floor some bricks I had to clear;
to throw them down from such a height was not a good idea.
the foreman wasn't very pleased, the bloody awkward sod

In my memory I will always see
the town that I have loved so well
where our school played ball by the gasyard wall
and we laughed through the smoke and the smell.
Going home in the rain running up the dark lane
past the jail and down behind the fountain
Those were happy days in so many many ways
in the town I have loves so well.

When all beside a vigil keep,
The West's asleep, the West's asleep -
Alas! and well may Erin weep
When Connacht lies in slumber deep.
There lake and plain smile fair and free,
'Mid rocks their guardian chivalry.
Sing, Oh ! let man learn liberty
From crashing wind and lashing sea.

Сл. и муз. народные (ирландские)

I've been a wild rover for many a year
I spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more

chorus:

by C. Moore

Around the time I saw the light of morning
A comradeship of heroes was laid
From every corner of the world came sailing
The Fifty International Brigade.

They came to stand beside the Spanish people

What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
: What shall we do with a drunken sailor? :
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Way-hay, up she rises,
Way-hay, up she rises,
Way-hay, up she rises,
Early in the morning.

The Dubliners - Whiskey In The Jar

As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver

Chorus:

ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS
(Traditional)

Oh, thunder and lightning is no lark
When Dublin city is in the dark
So if you've any money go up to the park
And view the zoological gardens