Ellen Brown

O as I went out one evening in haste to have some fun
It was down by Dublin City I carelessly did stray
I was meeting with my comrades in the outskirts of the town
Ah but who did chance to come my way but lovely Ellen Brown?

--Ah sure I'm goin down to Donnybrook.--And so am I, said she
At yonder there's a jauntin car and on it we'll go down
There is no one could be happier, twas by her I sat down
I was admirin all the beauty of lovely Ellen Brown

And sure when we reached to Donnybrook we pulled into a tent
That's where we spent our evening enjoyin aliment
There is no one could be happier, twas by her I sat down
I was admirin all the beauty of lovely Ellen Brown

Arrah but when the dance was over a bed we did prepare
And as what did follow after that the truth I will declare
She took from me my watch and chain, likewise my fifty pound
And she left me bare, jacknaked there as I lay on the ground

Arrah come on my handsome young men and a warnin take by me
Don't you ever (?) a darkhaired girl, I hope you will agree
She will finger all your money and she'll leave you bare in town
And she'll leave you to curse Donnybrook like me with Ellen Brown


The Rocks o Bawn

Arise up, my gallant heroes, wherever you may be
Don't you hire with any master till you know what your job will be
Rise up early every mornin from the clear daylight till dawn
And sure then you might be able to plow the Rocks o Bawn

Arise up, gallant Sweeney, and give your horses hay
Do not feed em on soft turnips before they'll go away
Give to them a feed of oats, let em out on your green lawn
And sure then they might be able to plow the Rocks o Bawn

Arrah Sweeney, gallant Sweeney, you have me nearly robbed
You were sittin by the fire all day with your feet up on the hob
You were sittin by the fire all day with your dudee all in your gob
You were doin your best for to banish me from the clear daylight till the dawn
And I'm afraid I'll never be able to plow the Rocks o Bawn

My ould boots are getting worn and my stockins are very thin
My heart is always achin all for fear I'd wear out them
And the wind and rain blew oer my head from the clear daylight till dawn
I'm afraid I'll never be able for to plow the Rocks o Bawn

I wish the Queen of England had to write for me on time
And to place me in some regiment all in my youthful prime
I would fight for Ireland only from the clear daylight till the dawn
And I never would return again or plow the Rocks o Bawn


The Green Bushes

O as I went out walking one morning in May
For to view those green meadows and watch those lambs play
I spied a pretty damsel, she was sweetly sang she
--All down by the green bushes he said he'd meet me

Arrah why are you idlin, my pretty fair maid?
I am waitin for my love, so softly she said
--And will I be your true love or will you agree
And forsake your own true love and tally with me?

I will buy for you some beavers, some new silks and gowns
I will buy for you red petticoat flowin down to the ground
--Ah sure but I am not that poor that I should marry for clothes
But if you will prove constant and true unto me
I'll forsake my own true love and tally with you

Arrah can we be going, kind sir, if you please
Or can we be going from under those trees?
Away off down yonder my true love I see
And he by the green bushes where he said he'd meet me

Ah but when he came there and he found she were gone
He got up rather shyly and cried so bitterly
She's gone way with another and forsaken me
And she left the green bushes where she vowed she'd meet me


Sullivan John

Arrah Sullivan John to the road you've gone far away from your native home
You're gone with the tinker's daughter, John, all around the world to roam
Now me dear John you won't stick it long cause your belly will soon go slack
You'll be ramblin the roads with the mighty loads and a tool box on your back

(?) with a neat baby behind on her back strapped on
With an old ashplant all in her hand for to drive the donkey on
Inquirin for the swap of an ass in the road as she goes along
Or inquirin for the swap of an ass to see where would she (?)

There's a hairy ass fair in the county Clare in a place they call Spancil Hill
Where my brother James got (?), where poor Paddy had life to kill
They wheeled him out in an old ass's car all where Kate and Mary stood by
O bad luck to the day I rambled away to get in with the tinker clan


Careless Love

O as I went out walking one morning in May
For to view those green meadows and to watch those lambs play
True lovers was talking and the fair maid did say:
Young man, you're falsehearted, O've you led me astray

There's many days I've often courted you, many days and long nights
For you oftentimes told me that you would be my wife
If you had to prove loyal, up and tell me your mind
This very night you could be rolling in those arms of mine

Ah sure no, pretty fair maid, I am not to blame
Sure I'm not the beginning nor the end of your shame
You went with another, you left me far behind
O did I ever once think, love, that you'd prove so unkind?

Now let you think to your love and I'll think to mine
You choose the red rose and I'll choose the thyme
But the lily will wither and the thyme will roll soon
But the red rose of summer will flourish in June


Johnny Barton

O there were a rich squire up in Edinburgh town
And a very rich squire was he
He reared one comely daughter, he said
And a very fine girl was she
Hello!
And a very fine girl was she

She was gazin out oer her father's castle wall
To watch those ships sailin by
Have you some heavy sickness, he said
Or in love with some young boy
Hello!
Or in love with some young boy

I have got no heavy heavy sickness, she says
Or in love with no young man
But there is one thing a trouble to me mind
My love is staying too long
Too long!
My love is staying too long

Is he a lord or is he a squire
Is he a man of fame
Or is he one of our jolly seamen
That's plowin the ragin main?
Hello!
That's plowin the ragin main

He's no lord or he's no earl
He's no man of fame
But he is one of your own seamen
That's plowin the ragin main
The main!
Johnny Barton it is his name

O tomorrow morn at eight o'clock
Hung Johnny Barton will be
Father, she said, if ye hang John Barton
Ye'll get no good of me
Hello!
Ye'll get no good of me

O the very next morn at eight o'clock
Called down his merry men by one and two
One and two and three
Expectin Barton to be the last man
But the very first man was he
Hello!
The very first man was he

He came tippin down the stairs in his suit of silk
And his two dark eyes and his curly hair
And his hair was as white as milk
Hello!
And his hair was as white as milk

Is this Johnny Barton, daughter? he says
If it is I don't blame you at all
But if I was a woman as I am a man
In love with Johnny Barton I'd fall
Hello!
In love with Johnny Barton I'd fall

Will ye marry me daughter, Johnny Barton? he said
Will ye take her by the hand?
Will ye sit to the table and dine with her?
And to hell with all your land
Hello!
And to hell with all your land

O the very bells of Scotland did ring
And did ring so merrily
To welcome home Johnny Barton and his wife
Back to his own countrie
Hello!
Back to his own countrie


B(?)

O while goin from Mass last Sunday past when my true love she passed me by
And I knew her mind it was altered by the rolling of her eye
But I knew her mind it was altered to a lad of a high degree
And she said, Young man, you may drive on that I'll never leave old B(?)
For the rich and poor all around Kilmore, Tenacre and Bridgetown
Tomhaggard too, likewise (?) and my own dear old B(?)

Arrah Molly dear, lovely Molly, let our courtship be at an end
I've got (?) in the world but the one old girl and she's gone far away from me
All the rich and poor all around Kilmore, Tenacre and Bridgetown
As she said, Young man, you may pass on that and my own dear old B(?)

I wished I was back in B(?) and I sittin all on the grass
And in my hand a jug o beer and on my knee my lass
I would call for liquor plenty and I'd pay up before I go
And I'd roll my Molly in my arms, let the wind blow high or low

Our big ship she is ready now bound for a foreign land
And we'll scrub her down and wash her deck and (?) Newfoundland
We'll shine her up all over and we'll pay all before we'll go
And (?) you, my love Molly


Pat O'Brien

O Pat O'Brien it is my name, a carpenter by trade
Both day and night I took a delight in courting a fair maid
And when I got my will of her twas then I proved unkind
It was bad advice and jealousy continging on my mind

I wrote my love a letter; an answer to me came
Saying Patsy, lovely Patsy dear, it is not me to blame
I'm working hard the whole week through, my love I'd like to see
I will wait to have your company this evening in the grove

Or when he saw her coming twas then his colors changed
O tis bad advice and jealousy continging through his mind

O Patsy dear O Patsy it is not me to blame
Kneel down, he said, no talk I want: your grave is ready made
Sure there's neer a woman played in love could ever me disdain
He caught her by the yellow locks and tore her to the ground
It is with a knife he took her life and then dashed out her brains

The ghost all of this fair maid to her mother she appeared
And the mother spoke up to her child without either dread or fear
It's mother dear, O mother, you'll neer see me no more
It is Pat O'Brien has murdered me and left me in me gore

Go on into John Caton's grove; be quick, make no delay
And tis there you'll find my body and it covered up with clay
Be quick and have him taken though tis hung that he may be

The day all of the trial twas he stood in the dock
And the words he spoke up to the judge made all the people shock
Before the judge and jurymen and all that do stand by,
Sure I have murdered Nancy Ryan, I'm willing for to die


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