Donegal Danny
I remember the night that he came in D G D
From the wintery cold and damp G D
A giant of a man in an oilskin coat fis h
and a bundle that told he was a tramp e G A
He stood at the bar and he called a pint D G D
Then turned and gazed at the fire G D
On a night like this, to be safe and dry fis h
Is my one and only desire e G A
cho: So here's to those that are dead and gone D G D
The friends that I loved dear D A
And here's to you then I'll bid you adieu D G D
Sayin' "Donegal Danny's been here, me boys" D A D h
Donegal Danny's been here D A D
Then in a voice that was hushed and low
He said "Listen, I'll tell you a tale"
How a man of the sea became a man of the road
And never more will set sail
I fished out of Howth and Killybegs,
Ardglass and Baltimore
But the cruel sea has beaten me
And I'll end my days on the shore
One fateful night in the wind and the rain
We set sail from Killybegs town
There were five of us from sweet Donegal
And one from county Down
We were fishermen who worked the sea
And never counted the cost
But I never thought 'ere that night was gone
That my fine friends would all be lost
Then the storm it broke and broke the boat
With the rocks about ten miles from shore
As we fought the tide, we hoped inside
To see our homes once more
Then we struck a rock and hold the bow
And all of us knew that she'd go down
So we jumped right into the icy sea
And prayed to God we wouldn't drown
But the ragin' sea was risin' still
As we struck out for the land
And she fought with all her cruelty
To claim that gallant men
By Saint John's point in the early dawn
I dragged myself on the shore
And I cursed the sea for what she'd done
And vowed to sail her never more
Ever since that night I've been on the road
Travelin' and trying to forget
That awful night I lost all my friends
I see their faces yet
And often at night when the sea is high
And the rain is tearing at my skin
I hear the cries of drowning men
Floating over on the wind
Molly Maguires
Make way for the Molly Maguire’s C GThey're drinkers, they're liars, but their men F GMake way for the Molly Maguire’s C GYou'll never see the likes of them again F G CDown the mines no sunlight shines a CThose pits they're black as hell C aIn modest style they do their time C FIt's Paddy's prison cell C G Cfor they curse the day they travelled far a eAnd drown their tears in a jar F GBacks will break and muscles acheDown there there's no time to dreamOf fields afar and women’s armsJust dig that bloody seamfor they sweat their bodies and their browsWho dares to push them around.
The Wild Rover
I've been a wild rover for many’s a year G C
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer, G C D G
But now I'm returning with gold in great store G C
And I never will play the wild rover no more. G C D G
chorus: And it's no, nay, never, D D7
No nay never no more, G C
Will I play the wild rover G C
No never no more. D G
I went into an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay
Such a custom like yours I can have any day."
Chorus
I took up from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that you told me were only in jest."
chorus
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And when they’ve caressed me as ofttimes before
Then I never will play the wild rover no more.
Song for Ireland
Walking all the day G Dnear tall towers where falcons build their nests C e a D GSilver winged they fly, G DThey know the call of freedom in their breasts, C e a D GSaw Black Head against the sky C DWhere twisted rocks they run down to the sea G e A DLiving on your western shore, C GSaw summer sunsets, asked for more, G Dstood by your Atlantic Sea, C G DAnd sang a song for Ireland a e C D GTalking all the day,With true friends who try to make you stay,Telling jokes and news,and Singing songs to pass the time away,Watched the Galway salmon run,Like silver dancing, darting in the sun,living on your western shore,Saw summer sunsets, asked for more,stood by your Atlantic Sea,And sang a song for Ireland
Drinking all the day,In old pubs where fiddlers love to play,Saw one touch the bow,He played a reel that seemed so grand and gay,stood on Dingle beach and cast,In wild foam we found Atlantic bass,Living on your western shore,Saw summer sunsets, asked for more,stood by your Atlantic Sea,And sang a song for IrelandDreaming in the night,I ...
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