1) Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
2) In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
(Words: W B Yeats, 1889 - Tune: Maids of the Mourne Shore)
Down by the Sally Gardens
1) Last night as I lay dreaming, of pleasant days gone by,
My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland’s Isle did fly.
I stepped on board the Vision and I followed with a will,
And I shortly came to anchor at the Cross of Spancil Hill.
2) And delighted by the novelty, enchanted by the scene,
Where in my early boyhood, so often I have been.
I thought I heard a murmur, and I think that I hear it still,
It’s the little stream of water that flows through Spancil Hill.
3) To amuse a passing fancy, I lay down on the ground,
Where all my school companions, in the shack we gathered 'round.
And when we were turning hungry, we danced with right good will,
To Martin Moylan's music, at the Cross of Spancil Hill.
4) It being on the twenty third of June, the day before the fair,
When ’Ireland’s sons and daughters, they all assembled there.
The young, the old, the brave and the bold, they came to sport and kill,
They were curious combinations, at the Cross of Spancil Hill.
5) Then I went to see my neighbors, to hear what they might say,
The old were all dead and gone, and the young ones turning grey.
I met with the tailor Quigley, he's as brave as ever still,
Sure he used to mend my breeches when I lived in Spancil Hill.
6) Then I paid a flying visit, to my first and only love,
She's white as any lilly, and she’s gentle as a dove.
She threw her arms around me, saying Johnny I love you still,
Oh she’s Mack the Ranger's daughter, she’s the Pride of Spancil Hill.
7) I dreamt I stroked and kissed her, as I did in days of yore,
She said Johnny you're only joking, as you often were before,
The cock crew in the morning, oh he crew both loud and shrill,
And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.
a G G a a / C G a / C G a G G a
1) There was an old woman and she lived in the woods - Weela Weela Walya
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods - Down by the river Saile.
2) She had a baby three months old - Weela Weela Walya
She had a baby three months old - Down by the river Saile.
3) She had a penknife long and sharp - Weela Weela Walya
She had a penknife long and sharp - Down by the river Saile.
4) She stuck the penknife in the baby's heart - Weela Weela Walya
She stuck the penknife in the baby's heart - Down by the river Saile.
5) There were three loud knocks came a'knocking on the door - Weela Weela Walya
Three loud knocks came a'knocking on the door - Down by the river Saile.
6) Two policemen and a Special-Branch man - Weela Weela Walya
Two policemen and a Special-Branch man - Down by the river Saile.
7“) Are you the woman that lives in the woods?" - Weela Weela Walya
"Are you the woman that lives in the woods?" - Down by the river Saile.
8) "I am the woman that lives in the woods" - Weela Weela Walya
"I am the woman that lives in the woods" - Down by the river Saile.
9) They took her away and they put her into jail - Weela Weela Walya
They took her away and they put her into jail - Down by the river Saile.
10) They put the rope around her neck - Weela Weela Walya
They put the rope around her neck - Down by the river Saile.
11) They pulled the rope and she got hung - Weela Weela Walya
They pulled the rope and she got hung - Down by the river Saile.
12) Well that was the end of the woman in the woods - Weela Weela Walya
And that was the end of the baby too - Down by the river Saile.'
Weela Weela Walya
1) As I walked down the dockside One evening so fair
To view the still waters And to take the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
He said: „Take me away lads, me time is not long“
Ref.) Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates
And I'll see you one day in Fiddler's Green
2) Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where fishermen go If they don't go to Hell
Where the weather is fair And the dolphins do play
And the cold coasts of Greenland Are far, far away. Ref.
3) O the weather is fair And there's never a gale
And the fish jump on board With a squisch of their tail
You can lie at your hammer, There's no work to do
And the skipper's below Making Tea for the crew Ref.
4) I don't want a harp Or a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze And a good rolling sea
And I'll play me old squeeze box As we sail along
When the wind's in the rigging To sing me this song. Ref.
Vers: D G D h D G D A G / D / A / D A
Ref: D A D / G D A / G / D / A / / D (A D)
1) Of all the stars that ever shone
Not one does twinkle like your pale blue eyes _
Like golden corn at harvest time your hair _
Sailing in my boat, the wind
Gently blows, and fills my sail _
Your sweet-scented breath is everywhere _
2) Daylight peeping through the curtain
Of the passing night time is your smile _
And the sun in the sky is like your laugh _
Come back to me my Nancy
Linger for just a little while _
Since you left these shores I've known no peace nor joy _
Ref: No matter where I wander I'm still haunted by your name
The portrait of your beauty stays the same _
Standing by the ocean wondering where you've gone, if you'll return again _
Where is the ring I gave to Nancy Spain _
3) On the day in Spring
when snow starts to melt And streams to flow _
With the birds I'll sing this song _
In the while I'll wander
Down by bluebell grove where wild flowers grow _
And I'll hope that lovely Nancy will return _
G / C G D / C D G /
1. Now when I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty Out-back
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen me 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
Ref1. And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When the ship pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears, flag-waving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli
2. And how I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he'd primed himself well
He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shells
And in five minutes flat we were all blown to hell
Nearly blew us back home to Australia
Ref2. And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again
3. And those that were left, just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead
Never knew there was worse things than dying
Ref3. So no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs a man needs both legs
No more Waltzing Matilda for me
4. So they gathered the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thanked Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
Ref4. And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faces away
5. So now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades how proudly they march
Renewing old dreams of past glory
I see the old men, all tired, stiff and sore
The weary old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
Ref5. And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Someday no one will march there at all
Outro: Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the Billabong
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda
1) Come over the hills my bonny Irish lass
come over the hills to your darling
You choose the road, love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever
Ref: Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any
2) ’Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
When the moon and the stars, they were shining
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
And she swore she'd be my love forever
3) It's not for the parting that my sister grieves
It's not for the grief of my mother
It's all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever
Ref - (2x)
CeF/ CaFe FeF/ CFGC
The Bonnie Banks o' Loch Lomond
1) 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!"
Ref: "Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh",
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".
2) She was a fishmonger And sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her fathe and mother before,
And they each wheeled their barrow; Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" Ref.
3) She died of a fever, And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow, Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" Ref. (2x)
D h e A (3x) D h DA D
1: Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And dreamed of all the great things we would do
Ref:Those were the days my friendWe thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we chooseWe'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way
La la la la...
2: Then the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If by chance I'd see you in the tavern
We'd smile at one another and we'd say
3: Just tonight I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely man really me Ref
4: Through the door there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same Ref
Em E7Am AmEm F#7*B7
Em Am DD7 G Am Em B7 Em (Em/B7)
Those Were the Days
Intro (2x): c As Bb c
1) True you ride the finest horse I've ever seen
Standing 16 1" or 2" with eyes wild and green,
And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch,
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to.
Ref (2x): Ride on, see you,
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to
2) When you ride into the night without a trace behind
Run your claw along my gut one last time
I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie
And look for a spark that lights the night through a teardrop in my eye
Ref (2x): Ride on, see you,
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to
c As Bb c
Written by Corkman Jimmy MacCarthy
Ride On (Christy Moore album)
Ref.) Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile,
Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile,
Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.
1) Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar,
do b’ é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann,
do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach,
is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. Ref.
2) Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile,
óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda,
Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh,
is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. Ref.
3) A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceam,
mura mbéam beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain,
Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch,
ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh. Ref.
Ref.) Oh, willkommen zu Hause,
Oh, willkommen zu Hause,
Oh, willkommen zu Hause...
Jetzt ist die Ankunft des Sommers nah!
1) Willkommen oh Frau, du warst so betrübt,
Es war unser Ruin, als du in Banden lagst,
Deine schönen Lande im Besitz von Rebellen,
Und du an die Fremden verkauft! Ref.
2) Gráinne Mhaol kommt übers Meer,
Bewaffnete Krieger begleiten sie als Wache,
Es sind Gälen (Iren), keine Franzosen oder Spanier
Und sie werden die Fremden in die Flucht jagen! Ref.
3) Dank dem König der Wunder werden wir verstehen,
Und mögen wir danach nur eine Woche leben,
Gráinne Mhaol und tausende Krieger
künden an, die Fremden zu vertreiben! Ref.
Oró, Sé do Bheatha 'Bhaile
1) One evening of late as I rambled
on the banks of a clear purling stream.
I sat down on a bank of primroses
and gently fell into a dream.
I dreamed I beheld a fair maiden
Her equal I’d ne’er seen before.
As she sighed for the wrongs of her country，
As she strayed along Erin’s green shore.
2) Her eyes were like two sparkling diamonds
Or the stars of a clear frosty night.
Her cheeks were two blooming roses
and her teeth were like ivory so bright.
She resembled the Goddess of Freedom,
And green was the mantle she wore,
Bound ‘round with the shamrock and roses
That grow along Erin’s green shore.
3) I went to her and I quickly addressed her，
“Fair maid, will you tell me your name？
And why through the wild-wooded country
In the midst of these dangers you came？”
“I am a daughter of Daniel O’Connell；
And from England I ’ve lately come o’er.
I ’ve come to awaken my brothers
who slumber on Erin’s green shore.”
4) In transports of joy I awakened,
And found I had been in a dream;
For this beautiful damsel had fled me,
And I longed for the slumber again.
May the heavens above be her guardian,
For I know I shall see her no more;
May the sunbeams of glory shine o’er her
As she strays along Erin’s green shore.
The Black Velvet Band