Treasures of Old (2014)

I’LL TELL ME MA (Traditional, W – Hall, Arr: Doss)

I’ll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb 
But that's alright, til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is courting one, two, three
Please would you tell me who is she

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
They knock at the door
And they ring at the bell saying
"oh, my true love are you well"
Out she comes as white as snow
With rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
Ol' jenny murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

I’ll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's alright, til I go home
She is handsome she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is courting one, two, three
Please would you tell me who is she

Let the wind and the rain and the breeze blow high
And the snow come falling from the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all say as they will
For Albert Mooney she loves still

I’ll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's alright, til I go home
She is handsome she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is courting one, two, three
Please would you tell me who is she

Through the streets she followed his long coat tail,
To the public house for a pint of ale,
They laughed and they sang til the morning light,
He took her waist and he held her tight,
No better man did she ever know,
A tried and true sailor with a heart of gold,
But her Mom would never understand,
This unshaven charmer with a wanderin’ hand,

We weighed anchor from Dublintown,
With tales of a merchant on a Western round,
The Captain bid his good bye,
With the tip of his hat and she began to cry,
She watched the ship as it left the bay,
Waving from the dark as it sailed away,
Captain Mooney’s returning soon,
With silver and gold and a brand new tune,

I’ll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's alright, til I go home
She is handsome she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is courting one, two, three
Please would you tell me who is she


 

FIRE MARINGO (Trad. Arr: Irwin/Doss)

Lift him up and carry him along (Fire Maringo, fire him away)
Lay him in a hole where he belongs (Fire Maringo, fire him away)
Lay him down in the hole below (Fire Maringo, fire him away)
One more turn and we will go (Fire Maringo, fire him away)
Hit him down and let him lay (Fire Maringo, fire him away)
One more turn and we’re away (Fire Maringo, fire him away)
When we get back to Liverpool town (Fire Maringo, fire him away)
I’ll pass a lyin’ little Sally Brown (Fire Maringo, fire him away)

And it’s fire – FIRE HIM AWAY!

Sally Brown, she’s a handy little craft (Fire Maringo, fire him away)
A shot to the fore and round to the aft (Fire Maringo, fire him away)
Pass that bottle, pass it round (Fire Maringo, fire him away)
Let’s get back to Liverpool town (Fire Maringo, fire him away)

And it’s fire – FIRE HIM AWAY!

Lift him up and carry him along (Fire Maringo, fire him away)
Lay him in a hole where he belongs (Fire Maringo, fire him away)
Lay him down in the hole below (Fire Maringo, fire him away)
One more turn and we will go (Fire Maringo, fire him away)

And it’s fire – FIRE HIM AWAY!


 

GIRLS OF DUBLINTOWN (Trad, Arr: Doss)

Now, 'tis of a famous Yankee ship, to New York we was bound,
And our captain being an Irish man belongin' to Dublin Town,
An' when he gazes on that land, that town of high renown,
Oh, it's break away the green burgee and the Harp without the Crown.

Hurrah! Hurrah! for the girls o' Dub-a-lin Town,
Hurrah for the bonnie green flag, and the Harp without the Crown!

'Twas on the seventeenth of March, we arrived in New York Bay,
Our Captain being an Irishman must celebrate the day.
With the Stars an' Stripes 'way high aloft, an' fluttering all around,
But underneath his monkey-gaff flew the Harp without the Crown.

Hurrah! Hurrah! for the girls o' Dub-a-lin Town,
Hurrah for the bonnie green flag, and the Harp without the Crown!

Across the ocean, I must roam,
I’m sailing farther, from my home,

Now we're bound for 'Frisco, boys, and things are running wild,
The officers and men dead drunk, around the decks they pile.
But by tomorrow morning, boys, we'll work without a frown,
For on board the saucy Shenandoah flies the Harp without the Crown!

Hurrah! Hurrah! for the girls o' Dub-a-lin Town,
Hurrah for the bonnie green flag, and the Harp without the Crown!


 

ROLL THE WOODPILE DOWN (Trad, Arr: Irwin/Doss)

Way down south where the whale-fish blow
(Way down in Florida )
The girls all dance to the roll-and-go
(And we'll roll the woodpile down)
When I was a young man in my prime
(Way down in Florida)
I was courting pretty girls two at a time
(And we'll roll the woodpile down)

And we’re Rolling! Rolling!
Rolling the whole world 'round
That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line
And we'll roll the woodpile down

Now I'm old and getting grey
(Way down in Florida)
I can only manage one a day
(And we'll roll the woodpile down)

And we’re Rolling! Rolling!
Rolling the whole world 'round
That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line
And we'll roll the woodpile down

We'll haul 'em high and we'll haul 'em low
(Way down in Florida)
We'll bust their blocks and away we'll go
(And we’ll roll the woodpile down)
Oh "rouse 'em, buster!" is the cry
(Way down in Florida)
A poor man's wage is never high
(And we’ll roll the woodpile down)

And we’re Rolling! Rolling!
Rolling the whole world 'round
That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line
And we'll roll the woodpile down


 

PADDY’S GREEN SHAMROCK SHORE (Trad, Arr: Doss/Irwin)

Oh fare-thee-well to Ireland,
My own dear native land,
It breaks my heart to see friends part,
For it's then that the teardrops fall;
I'm on my way to Amerikay,
Will I ever see home once more?
I’m leaving behind, the one I love
On Paddy's green shamrock shore.

Our ship she lies at anchor,
She's standing by the quay
May fortune bright shine down each night,
As we sail over the sea
Many ships were lost, many lives it cost
On the journey that lies before
With a tear in my eye I'm bidding good-bye to
Paddy's Green shamrock shore.

So fare thee well my own true love,
I'll think of you night and day
And a place in my mind you surely will find,
Although I am so far away
Though I'll be alone far away from my home,
I'll think of the good times once more,
Until the day I can make my way back to
Paddy's green shamrock shore.

And now the ship is on the waves
May heaven protect us all
With the wind in the sail we surely can't fail
On this voyage to Baltimore
But my parents and friends did wait till the end,
Till I could see them no more
I then took a chance for to glance at Paddy's green shamrock shore.


 

THE PIRATE SONG (Trad, Arr: Doss/Heller)

My boat's by the tower, my bark's on the bay
And both must be gone by the dawn of the day
The moon's in her shroud, and to light thee afar
On the deck of the "Daring's" a love-lighted star

Forgive my rough mood, unaccustomed to sue
I woo not, perhaps, as the landlubbers do
My voice is attuned to the sound of the gun
Which startles the deep when the combat's begun

So, wake, lady, wake, I'm waiting for thee
On this night, or never, my bride thou shalt be
Wake, lady, wake, I'm waiting for thee
On this night or never my bride thou shalt be

The Frenchman and Don will flee from our path,
And the Englishmen cower below at our wrath,
And our sails shall be gilt in the gold of the day,
And the sea robins sing as we roll on our way,

Forgive my rough mood, unaccustomed to sue
I woo not, perhaps, as the landlubbers do
My voice is attuned to the sound of the gun
Which startles the deep when the combat's begun

So, wake, lady, wake, I'm waiting for thee
On this night, or never, my bride thou shalt be
Wake, lady, wake, I'm waiting for thee
On this night or never my bride thou shalt be

A hundred shall serve, the best of the brave,
The chief of a thousand shall kneel as thy slave
And thou shalt reign queen, and our empire shall last
'Til the black flag, by inches, is torn from the mast

Forgive my rough mood, unaccustomed to sue
I woo not, perhaps, as the landlubbers do
My voice is attuned to the sound of the gun
Which startles the deep when the combat's begun

So, wake, lady, wake, I'm waiting for thee
On this night, or never, my bride thou shalt be
Wake, lady, wake, I'm waiting for thee
On this night or never my bride thou shalt be


 

BYKER HILL (Trad, Arr: Doss)

If I had another penny,
I would have another gill,
I would make the piper play,
The bonny lass of Byker Hill

Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Collier lads for ever more

The pitman and the keelman trim,
They drink bumbo made from gin,
Then to dance they do begin,
To the tune of Elsie Marley

Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Collier lads for ever more

When first I went down to the dirt,
I had no cow nor no pitshirt,
Now I`ve gotten two or three,
Walker Pit`s done well by me,

Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Collier lads for ever more

Geordie Charlton, he had a pig
He hit it with a shovel and it danced a jig
All the way to Walker Shore
To the tune of Elsie Marley

Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Collier lads for ever more


 

DRINKING SONG FROM THE TOMB
(W – H.P. Lovecraft, Arr: Doss/Irwin/Heller)

*additional passage from “The Ancient Track” by H.P. Lovecraft

Come hither, my lads, with your tankards of ale,
And drink to the present before it shall fail;
Pile each on your platters a mountain of beef,
For 'tis eating and drinking that bring us relief:

So fill up your glass, For life will soon pass;
When you're dead ye'll ne'er drink to your king or your lass! 

Anacreon had a red nose, so they say
But what's a red nose if ye're happy and gay?
Gad split me! I'd rather be red whilst I'm here,
Than white as a lily -and dead half a year!
Come hither my miss, Come give me a kiss;
In hell there's no innkeeper's daughter like this! 

*There was no hand to hold me back
That night I found the ancient track,
And reached the crest to see outspread
A valley of the lost and dead:
And over Zaman’s Hill the horn
Of a malignant moon was born,
To light the weeds and vines that grew
On ruined walls I never knew.

Young Harry, propp'd up just as straight as he's able,
Will soon lose his wig and slip under the table,
But fill up your goblets and pass 'em around-
Better under the table than under the ground! 

So revel and chaff As ye thirstily quaff:
Under six feet of dirt 'tis less easy to laugh!

The fiend strike me blue! I'm scarce able to walk,
And damn me if I can't stand upright or talk!
Here, landlord, bid Betty to summon a chair;
I'll try home for a while, for my wife is not there! 

So lend me a hand I'm not able to stand
But I'm gay whilst I linger on top of the land!


 

DRUNKEN NIGHTS (Trad, W – Doss, Arr: Doss/Irwin/Skorupan)

As I went home the other night,
As drunk as I could be,
Saw a bowler hat on the rack,
Where me tricorn ought to be,
So I says to my wife,
To my pretty little wife,
Won’t you tell me please,
Why is there a bowler hat on the rack,
Where me tricorn ought to be.

You old fool, you drunken fool,
Can't you plainly see,
That's nothing but a chamber pot
That me mother gave to me,
Well I've been living on this earth,
For 30 years or more,
But a hat band on a chamber pot
I never have seen before,
No a hat band on a chamber pot
I never have seen before

So I went back to the pub
And had another round

As I went home the other night,
As drunk as I could be,
I saw a kilt hanging on the chair,
Where my pants ought to be
So I says to my wife,
To my pretty little wife,
Won’t you tell me please,
Why is there a kilt there on the chair,
Where my pants ought to be,

You old fool, you drunken fool,
Can't you plainly see,
That's nothing but a mini skirt,
That me mother gave to me,
Well I've been living on this earth,
For 30 years or more,
But a sporran on a mini skirt,
I never have seen before,
No a sporran on a mini skirt,
I never have seen before

So I went back to the pub,
And had another round

As I went home the other night,
As drunk as I could be,
Saw the Captain’s coat hanging on the hook,
Where my coat ought to be
So I says to my wife,
To my pretty little wife,
Won’t you tell me please,
Why’s the Captain’s coat hanging on the hook
Where my coat ought to be.
You old fool, you drunken fool,
Can't you plainly see,
That's nothing but a blanket,
That me mother gave to me,
Well I've been living on this earth,
For 30 years or more,
But buttons on a blanket
I never have seen before,
No buttons on a blanket
I never have seen before

So I went back to the pub,
And had another round,
Had a drink so I could think,
And lay my troubles down,
Now I don’t wanna sober up,
And I don’t wanna fight,
So I’ll make my bed this barstool,
After all these drunken nights,

As I went home the other night,
As drunk as I could be,
Saw a drum in the corner where,
Where my guitar ought to be
So I says to my wife,
To my pretty little wife,
Won’t you tell me please,
Why’s there a drum in the corner,
Where my guitar ought to be.
You old fool, you drunken fool,
Can't you plainly see,
That's nothing but a flower pot,
That me mother gave to me,
Well I've been living on this earth,
For 30 years or more,
But a 14 inch black flower pot
I never have seen before,
No a 14 inch black flower pot
I never have seen before

So I went back to the pub,
And had another round,

As I came home the other night,
As drunk as I could be,
Saw some lady’s bloomers,
Where my underpants should be
I may be a fool, a drunken fool,
And drunk I surely be,
But this drunken sot can’t pass up,
Such an opportunity,
So I prayed to the Almighty,
That I could do this right,
But couldn’t rise to the occasion,
After all these drunken nights

So I limped down to the pub,
To have another round,
Had a drink, so I could think,
And lay my troubles down,
I wish that I was sober,
I could keep her up all night,
But that ship has sailed and gone away,
Too many drunken nights


 

GENERAL TAYLOR (Trad, Arr: Hunt/Hall/Doss)

Well general Taylor gained the day
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Well general Taylor he gained the day
Carry him to his bury'n ground

Tell me way, hey, you stormy
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Tel me way, hey, you stormy
Carry him to his bury'n ground

We'll dig his grave with a silver spade
Walk him along, John, carry him along
His shroud of the finest silk will be made
Carry him to his bury'n ground

Tell me way, hey, you stormy
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Tel me way, hey, you stormy
Carry him to his bury'n ground

We'll lower him down on a golden chain
Walk him along, John, carry him along
On every inch we'll carve his name
Carry him to his bury'n ground

Tell me way, hey, you stormy
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Tel me way, hey, you stormy
Carry him to his bury'n ground

Well general Taylor is dead and he's gone
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Well general Taylor he's longed and gone
Carry him to his bury'n ground

Tell me way, hey, you stormy
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Tel me way, hey, you stormy
Carry him to his bury'n ground


 

ON THE ONE ROAD (Trad, Arr: Irwin/Doss)

We're on the one road
Sharing the one load
We're on the road to God knows where
We're on the one road
It may be the wrong road
But we're together now who cares
North men, South men, comrades all
Dublin, Belfast, Cork and Donegal
We're on the one road swinging along
Singing a soldier's song

Though we've had our troubles now and then
Now is the time to make them up again
Sure aren't we all Irish anyhow
Now is the time to step together now

We're on the one road swinging along
Singing a soldier's song

Tinker, tailor, every mother's son
Butcher, baker shouldering his gun
Rich man, poor man, every man in line
All together just like Old Land Syne

(Chorus)

Night is darkest just before the dawn
From dissention Ireland is reborn
Soon we'll all be United Irishmen
Make our land a nation once again

(Chorus)


 

WATERBOUND (Trad, W: Doss, Arr: Doss)

We’re Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Home to ol’ Jamaica,

Been lost at sea since we don’t know when,
Been lost at sea since we don’t know when,
But we’re here to tell you just how it’s been,
Far from ol’ Jamaica,

We’ve got no grog or rum in store,
We’ve got no grog or rum in store,
We’ve got no gold and we’ve got no whores,
Far from ol’ Jamaica,

We’re Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Home to ol’ Jamaica,

My mug’s been bone dry for awhile,
His mug’s been bone dry for awhile,
And you can’t buy rum with a winning smile,
Far from ol’ Jamaica

We’re Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Home to ol’ Jamaica,

I ain’t had no booty since I’ve been on land,
He ain’t had no booty since he’s been onland,
Lucky he’s got his two good hands,
Far from ol’ Jamaica

We’re Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Home to ol’ Jamaica,

I don’t get paid and I got no loot,
He don’t get paid and he’s got no loot,
He’s really dumb, but he’s kind of cute,
Far from ol’ Jamaica

We’re Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Home to ol’ Jamaica,

There’s nothing on the ship but water and bread,
There’s nothing on the ship but water and bread,
He’s starved three months but he’s still not dead,
Far from ol’ Jamaica

We’re Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Waterbound and we can’t get home,
Home to ol’ Jamaica,

My cannon’s empty and I’m out of shot,
His cannon’s empty and he’s out of shot,
And he’s got a case of the…black spot
Far from ol’ Jamaica


 

WILD MOUNTAIN THYME (Trad)

Oh, the summer time is coming,
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.

Will you go, lassie, will you go?
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will you go, lassie, go?

I will build my love a bower
By yon clear and crystal fountain,
And all around the bower,
I'll pile flowers from the mountain.

Will you go, lassie, will you go?
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will you go, lassie, go?

If my true love, she were gone
I will surely find another
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.

Will you go, lassie, will you go?
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will you go, lassie, go?

Oh, the summertime is coming
And the trees are blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.
Will you go, lassie, will you go?


 

FOGGY DEW (Trad, Arr: Doss /Johnson)

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 in 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
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew

'Twas Britania bade our wild geese go, that "small nations might be free";
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the great North Sea.
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha*
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew.

Oh the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the spring time of the year
While the world did gaze, with deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few,
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew

 


 

WILD COLONIAL BOY (Trad, W: Heller, Arr: Hunt/Doss)

There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Doolan was his name,
Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine,
He was his father's only hope, his mother's only joy,
The pride of both his parents was the wild colonial boy.

In sixty-one this daring boy became a privateer,
With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear,
He plundered up a merchant man and robbed the captain blind,
Who yeilded up his riches to that wild colonial boy

So come along me hearties, we'll range the oceans wide
Together we will plunder; together we will die.
We'll scour along the seacoast, and o'er the bounding main
We scorn to live in slavery bound down in iron chains

One day as he was sailing, he cruised the seas along,
A listneng to the crying gulls, cry out a mocking song,
Three men-o-war came into view, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy,
And thought that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy

So come along me hearties, we'll range the oceans wide
Together we will plunder; together we will die.
We'll scour along the seacoast, and o'er the bounding main
We scorn to live in slavery bound down in iron chains

He fired at captain Kelley and brought him to the ground,
And in return from Davis, Recieved a mortal wound.
And shattered through the jaws he lay, still firing at Fitzroy.
And that's the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy

So come along me hearties, we'll range the oceans wide
Together we will plunder; together we will die.
We'll scour along the seacoast, and o'er the bounding main
We scorn to live in slavery bound down in iron chains


 

THE PARTING GLASS (Trad, Arr: Johnson/Doss)

Of all the money that e'er I had,
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm that e'er I've done,
Alas! it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit
To mem'ry now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all.

Of all the comrades that e'er I had,
They are sorry for my going away,
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had,
They would 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 I'll softly call,
Good night and joy be with you all.

A man may drink and not be drunk,
A man may fight and not be slain,
A man may court a pretty girl,
And perhaps be welcome back again.
But since it has so ought to be,
By a time to rise and a time to fall,
Come fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you all.

Good night and joy be with you all.


 

ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN (Trad, W: Doss, Arr: Doss)

While in the merry month of June, now from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, nearly brokenhearted,
Saluted me father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born,
Adventure in me heart and dreams that overwhelm
With the wonder of it all, and I never saw
Until I was a stumbling down the rocky road to Dublin

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 

Rogues were there awaiting
Down the rocky road,
Anticipating
Whack fol la de da

On a ship I woke that night, man me head was pounding,
Searching for the light, with ocean all surrounding,
Dragged before the crew, told of expectations,
Press ganged into work, despite my reservations
Shocked at what I'd seen, had to cook and clean,
And all that's in between, or take me 20 lashes,
Learned to tie the knots, pour the whiskey shots
Everything has changed since the rocky road to Dublin

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 

Months as whipping boy,
Sailed across the sea,
Far from Dublin,
Whack fol la de da

Picked up all the trades used for theft and pillage,
Left no stones unturned while plundering the villages,
Lost my innocence, carnal understanding,
Every time we anchored for another landing,
Learned to drink and fight, of women of the night,
All the world's delights, and all the crew a' troubling
Pound another beer, I'm a privateer, my home no longer near,
My rocky road to Dublin

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Count up all the treasure,
Pay the pretty whore,
Life of endless pleasure,
Whack fol la de da

\m/ SAUCY SOLO \m/

Now I rule the seas, captain of me own fleet,
Doing as I please, while dealing out the defeat,
Crime, it surely pays, much more than I'd envisioned,
Life has made a turn from younger world decisions,
My name it will live on, for years when I am gone,
The ocean's devil spawn, I leave the people trembling,
Head out to the seas, to bring them to their knees,
Barbados to the Keys
Bye rocky road to Dublin

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 

Years a' sailing
Across the stormy seas,
Leave the widows wailing

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Heading home and
Down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin
Whack fol la de da