Bridget Malone

(Gaelic)

Twas early one mornin as the day was first dawnin
Her lips by far sweeter and her cheeks like the rose
She's fair, O she's handsome, may the birds quit the branches
And we'll die in concert (?)

(Gaelic)

Briddie my jewel, why are you so cruel
As to leave your poor Johnny here wanderin alone?
(?) your fair beauty were the cause of my ruination
There are thousands lying wounded (?)

(Gaelic)

If I were a-wakin, my coffin bein makin
In my funeral and I going to my grave
If my darlin would hear it I'm sure she'd be grievin
One kiss from her sweet lips would rise me again

The (?) White Rock

(Gaelic)

One morning fair as I roved out to view the valleys around me
A charming maid I chanced to spy as she was coming against me
Dark and rosy were her cheeks, the dew sprinkled her (?)
I took this fair maiden by the hand and she says, Young man go easy

(Gaelic)

I am a plowboy, my seed it is good and that's well known to the farmers
Tis many the field that ever I plowed, with that without much labor
I'll plow, I'll sow, I'll reap and I'll mow, I'll gather it all into your barn
I'll sweep the floor and dance with you on the banks of the Carraig B·n

(Gaelic)

I'd rather then than all the stores, than all the gold and treasures
Of all the fiels that ever I plowed you and I to be together
You and I to be fairly wed by the consent of our parents
I'll kiss you sweet and call you dear and love you as one of the fairest

The Cowherd

(Gaelic)

Way upon the mountain brow I herd a bowin cow
And my thoughts were all lost to a maiden
I drove her east and west and wherever the sun shines best
And she returned with her white milk laden

(Gaelic)

Did you ever see my house, no roof but the rush
Where the road bends out to the river
Where the bee loves to roam and to build there its home
In the heat and the sun of the harvest

(Gaelic)

Withered is the root, the bough it bears no fruit
Till the young twig shoots by the river
And the lovely golden maid that stole my heart away
So farewell to thee this day and forever

The Titanic

The world oer from shore to shore will mourn at the loss
Of that big ship on her first trip the ocean for to cross
There was no fear, but joy and cheer, upon that big ship's deck
O who would think she was to sink and become a total wreck?

She left the port in joy and sport, a tower, a manly craft
With (?) hundreds (?), a crew of fore and aft
Who did rejoice until the ice brought sorrow, grief and gloom
And sent that ocean's pride for to reside into a watery tomb

It was at night, it was a fright, with most of them undressed
That gallant crew, what could they do? ah but they done their best
They (?) each boat afloat children and their wives
No selfish thought to them was brought to save their own dear lives

Ah but alas that struggling mass was never more to land
In their dear homes of raging foam had them at its command
The seething waves must be their graves, may heaven have each soul
And comfort give to those that live and resound from pole to pole

Titanic, named for strength, was famed twas built for speed--what price?
But ah how frail when it did sail upon that berg of ice
That thing of pride it did wide from stem to stern in two
May those it drowned in peace be found, both passengers and crew

May God control each perished soul of bodies in the deep
And send relief and stem the grief their friends for to console
When with a smile good Father Boyle his blessing on them gave
May heavens bless and send success for those he tried to save

John Philip Holland

Ah come all you young Irishmen who walk upon the land
Their feats and deeds and their fairy creeds that you might understand
There's one of them that comes to mind, the likes was never seen
He was John Philip Holland, who invented the submarine

It was in Liscannor he was born, in the wild west coast of Clare
Not far from the Cliffs of Moher that hangs so high in the air
Liscannor Bay stretches far away from Hag's Head to Rinneen
It was there our man he formed the plan and there called her the submarine

For fourteen years he thought at home in his own dear native land
Till emigration he sailed away into a foreign land
In Paterson, New Jersey, on his work he became quite keen
The boat and show could go below and there called her the submarine

The U.S. Navy thought the man was crazy, they thrown his plan one side
But Holland paid no heed to them in his boat beneath the tide
Down below where only fishes go the yoke was plain to be seen
It was John Philip Holland inside his first submarine

In the year of 1914, the year of the Great War
A death appeared in the papers, it was read both near and far
That man he'd died in poverty but he did realize his dream
He was John Philip Holland, who invented the submarine

Come all you sailors both young and old and listen unto me
You'll go on a boat that will go afloat below under the sea
Be you Russian, Cuban, Austrian, Australian or Philippine
Raise your glass in the air for the man from Clare who invented the submarine

The Mayo Exile

On the deck of Patrick Lynch's boat I sat in woeful plight
Through my weary sighing all the day and weeping all the night
Twas not that full of sorrow from my people forth I go
By the blessed sun tis (?) I'll sing thy praise, Mayo

When I lived at home in plenty my goal was much abound
In the company of fair young maidens the Spanish ale went round
Tis a bitter lot from those gay days that I now must go
For to leave my bones in Santa Cruz far from my own Mayo

There are altered girls (?) now, they have grown proud and high
With their hair bangs and their topknots, sure I pass their buckles by
Tis little now I heed their airs for God has proved it so
That I must depart for foreign lands and leave my own Mayo

There are altered girls (?) now, they have grown proud and high
With their hair bangs and their topknots, sure I pass their buckles by
Tis little now I heed their airs for God has proved it so
That I must depart for foreign lands and leave my own Mayo

Tis my grief now that Patrick Loughlin is not Earl of (?)
And that (?) no longer reigns upon the hill
And that Colonel Hugh McGrady should be lying dead and low
And I sailing, sailing swiftly from the county of Mayo

The Keech in the Creel

And an old man goin to town one day and a young man passing by
Twas in the old man's daughter that the young man cast an eye

Refrain:
Playing hitty fa la la ri ha ri ha hitty fa la la ri he
Playing hitty fa la la ri ha ri ha ga cha ga cha go ri ay

How can I get to your chamber, how can I get to your bed?
Ah the old man goes to sleep at night and put the key right under his head

(Refrain)

Get a ladder tall and straight, twenty steps by three
Place it in the chimney-top and come down in a creel to me

He got a ladder tall and straight, twenty steps by three
He placed it in the chimney-top and came down in a creel to she

(Refrain)

No rest or peace could the old woman find till she got up to see
She found her daughter in the bed and a young man long with she

(Refrain)

O the young man being at the chimney-top he gave the creel a halt
He broke nine of th'old hag's ribs and her backbone against the wall

(Refrain)

O here's to the green, the bonny bonny green, here's to the green i tay
And the old hag that begrudged me her daughter may be rocked in a creel to hell

(Refrain)

Gone on to Glory

O come listen and sing to a very funny thing that happened Timmy McGee
He went one day to M(?) gay to swim in the briny sea
The weather bein damp he said he would have a (?), what a very silly thing to do
He jumped in and the water caught the brim and off to the skies he flew

He's gone on to glory, he's gone flip flop
He's gone on to glory and he's just wiped off the map
They're searching, they're searching, they're searching near and far
They're searching for McGee, he's gone Fiji and they don't know where he are

Now Tim McGee was an engineer, he drove the Scotch express
Says Tim, Bedad, I'd feel very glad if I could win that race
So off he went at a hundred miles an hour, Timmy would be first
Ten-to-one it would have been, but the bloomin boiler burst

He's gone on to glory, he's gone flip flop
He's gone on to glory and he's just wiped off the map
They're searching, they're searching near and far
They're searching for McGee, he's gone Fiji and they don't know where he are

Now Michael McGannon heard of a cannon that could fire a thousand tons
Bedad, says he, I'll go and see that mighty gun
So off he went one fine day, he did not know the cannon was loaded
He stepped aside to light his pipe and the cannon it exploded

He's gone on to glory, he's gone flip flop
He's gone on to glory and he's just wiped off the map
They're searching, they're searching near and far
They're searching for McGannon who exploded the cannon and they don't know where he are

Little Billy Prance (?) he'd die for a thousand pounds
The bet was made and Billy was laid underneath the ground
For six long months he lay there in the new grave that they laid him
But when they went to dig him up they did not know where the laid him

He's gone on to glory, he's gone flip flop
He's gone on to glory and they don't know where he'll stop
They're searching, they're searching near and far
They're searching silly for they can't find Billy, for they don't know where he are

Napoleon

It being (?) the well-beaten track a friend of bold Bonaparte
Did face the sand and rocks of Saint Helena's shore
The wind it blew a hurricane, the lightning flashed around the dark
The seagulls they were shrieking and the waves around did roar

O hush, rude winds, the stranger cried, since I must leave that dreary spot
Where first our gallant hero his weary eyes did close
And when his valiant bones do rot his name shall neer be forgot
This grand conversation in Napoleon rose

O England, he cried, O didn't you persecute that hero bold?
Much better had you slain him on the plains of Waterloo
For Napoleon he was a friend of heroes both young and old
He caused the money for to fly wherever he did go

The plans were changing night and day this bold commander to betray
He said, I'll go to Moscow and that will cure my woe
If fortune on me smiles without delay and all the world must me obey
This grand conversation in Napoleon rose

Those thousands of men he did rise to conquer Moscow by surprise
He marched his men across the Alps, oppressed by frost and snow
But when he reached that Russian land he then began to open up his eyes
For Moscow was a-burning and his friends drove to and fro

At Waterloo his friends there fought defended by brave Bonaparte
Defended by Field Marshal, but he was bribed for gold
And when (?) brought the Prussians in it nearly broke Napoleon's heart
He cried, My hundred thousand men are killed and I am sold

He viewed the plains and over them his favorite charger he did prance
The battle in confusion, with blood and dying woe
The Bunch of Roses did advance and boldly entered into France
This grand conversation in Napoleon rose

Now Bonaparte he is doomed to be a prisoner across the sea
On the rocks of Saint Helena it is a dreary spot
A prisoner there to be till death did end his misery
His son soon followed to that tomb, it was an awful plot

Then long before they had been dead the blasts o war around them spread
And may our ship float again to face the daring foe
Now, my boys, when honor calls we'll boldly face the wooden walls
This grand conversation in Napoleon rose

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