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Come all you seamen bold, landed here, landed here,
It is of an Admiral brave called Benbow by his name,
How he ploughed the raging main
You shall hear, you shall hear.
Last Tuesday morning last, Benbow sailed, Benbow sailed,
What a sweet and pleasant gale when Benbow he set sail
And the enemy they turned tail
In a fright, in a fright.
Great Reuben and Benbow fought the French, fought the French,
See the boats go up and down and the bullets whizzing round
And the enemy they knocked down,
There they lie, there they lie.
Oh, Benbow lost his legs, by chain-slot, by chain-shot,
Down on his stumps did fall and so loud for mercy called,
Oh, fight on my British tars,
It is my lot, it is my lot.
When the doctor dressed the wounds Benbow cried,
Benbow cried,
Oh, pray pick me up in haste to the quarter deck my place
That the enemy I might face
Until I die, until I die.
Last Tuesday morning last, Benbow died, Benbow died,
What a shocking sight to see when they carried him away
They carried him to Se'm's'on church
There he lays, there he lays.
John Cherokee was an Indian man,
Alabama, John Cherokee!
He run away every time he can,
Alabama, John Cherokee!
Way ay yah!
Alabama, John Cherokee!
Way ay yah!
Alabama, John Cherokee!
They put him aboard a Yankee ship,
Again he gave the boss the slip.
They catch him again and chain him tight,
And starve him many days and nights.
He have nothing to drink and nothing to eat,
So he just gone dead at the boss's feet.
So they bury him by the old gate post,
And the day he died, you can see his ghost.
It's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog,
All gone for beer and tobacco.
Spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
And across the western ocean I must wander.
Where are me boots, me noggy noggy boots,
They've all gone for beer and tobacco.
The leather's kicked about and the soles are all worn out,
And my toes are looking out for better weather.
Where is me shirt, me noggy noggy shirt,
It's all gone for beer and tobacco.
The collar's all worn out and the front is kicked about,
And my tails are looking out for better weather.
Where is me bed, me noggy noggy bed,
It's all gone for beer and tobacco.
I lent it to a whore and now it's all a-wore,
And the springs are looking out for better weather.
Where is me wench, me noggy noggy wench,
She's all gone for beer and tobacco.
Her lips are all worn out and her front is kicked about,
And her tail is looking out for better weather.
I feel sick in the head and I haven't been to bed,
Since first I came ashore with me plunder.
I see centipedes and snakes and I'm full of pains and aches,
And I think that I should push out over yonder.
When I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my 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
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
It well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell
He nearly blew us back home to Australia
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again
Oh those that were living 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, I wished I was dead
I never knew there was worse things than dying
Oh 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
They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind and 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 thank Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the Band played Waltzing Matilda
When they carried us down the gangway
Oh nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faces away
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 their dreams of past glories
I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn
Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
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
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
So who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
Related:WaltzingMatilda
Oh, say, was you ever in the Rio Grande?
''Away, Rio!''
It's there that the river flows down golden sands
''And we're bound for the Rio Grande''
''(Chorus)
And it's away, Rio!
Away, Rio!
Sing fare-ye-well, my pretty young girls,
For we're bound for the Rio Grande!''
So man the good capstan, and run it around
We'll heave up the anchor to this jolly sound
We've a jolly good ship, and a jolly good crew,
A jolly good mate, and a good skipper, too
And good-bye, fare you well, all you ladies of town
We've left you enough for to buy a silk gown
Sing good bye to Nellie and good bye to Sue
And you who are listening, good bye to you
Come heave up the anchor, let's get it aweigh,
It's got a firm grip, so heave steady, I say
Heave with a will, and heave long and strong,
Sing a good chorus, for 'tis a good song
Heave only one pawl, then 'vast heaving, belay!
Heave steady, because we say farewell to-day
We'll sell our salt cod for molasses and rum
And get home again 'fore Thanksgiving has come
Our good ship's a-going out over the bar
We have pointed her nose for the Southern Star
Bang away Lulu
Bang it good and strong,
What in the Hell will the Navy do
When good old Lulu's gone?
Some girls work in factories,
Some girls work in stores,
But Lulu works in a dockside house,
With forty other whores.
Lulu had a baby,
It was her pride and joy
Would have named it Lulu
But the bastard was a boy.
She took me to the picture show,
We sat down in the stalls,
And every time the lights went out,
She grabbed me in the ... nose.
She took me to the mountaintop
And made me on the hill,
`Cause everytime I said, "I won't"
My echo said, "I will."
I wish I was a diamond ring,
On my Lulu's hand,
And every time she scratched her butt,
I'd see the Promised Land.
Well, I asked her for to marry me,
She said, "That's very nice,
But I'll give you a better deal,
I'll let you ride half price."
In Scarlet town where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin'
Made every youth cry Well-a-day,
Her name was Barb'ra Allen.
All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swellin'
Young Willie Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barb'ra Allen.
He sent his man unto her then
To the town where he was dwellin'
You must come to my master, dear,
If your name be be Barb'ra Allen.
So slowly, slowly she came up,
And slowly she came nigh him,
And all she said when there she came:
"Young man, I think you're dying!"
He turned his face unto the wall
And death was drawing nigh him.
Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,
And be kind to Bar'bra Allen
As she was walking o'er the fields,
She heard the death bell knellin',
And ev'ry stroke did seem to say,
"Hard-hearted Barb'ra Allen."
When he was dead and laid in grave,
Her heart was struck with sorrow.
"Oh mother, mother, make my bed
For I shall die tomorrow."
And on her deathbed she lay,
She begged to be buried by him,
And sore repented of the day
That she did e'er deny him.
"Farewell," she said, "ye virgins all,
And shun the fault I fell in,
Henceforth take warning by the fall
Of cruel Barb'ra Allen."
Oh, the year was 1778,
''How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!''
A letter of marque come from the king,
To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen,
''(Chorus)
God damn them all! I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.''
Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town
''How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!''
For twenty brave men, all fishermen who
Would make for him the //Antelope's// crew
The //Antelope// sloop was a sickening sight
''How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!''
She'd a list to the port and and her sails in rags
And the cook in scuppers with the staggers and the jags
On the King's birthday we put to sea
''How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!''
We were 91 days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
On the 96th day we sailed again
''How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!''
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four pounders we made to fight
The Yankee lay low down with gold
''How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!''
She was broad and fat and loose in the stays
But to catch her took the //Antelope// two whole days
Then at length we stood two cables away
''How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!''
Our cracked four pounders made an awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in
The //Antelope// shook and pitched on her side
''How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!''
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the Main trunk carried off both me legs
So here I lay in my 23rd year
''How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!''
It's been 6 years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
To see mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand leagues I've travelled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to spare her shoes from gravel
''(Chorus)
Still I sing bonny boys, bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny.
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money.''
I now repent that ever
Poor Tom was so disdained
Me wits I lost since him I crossed
Which makes me thus go chained
I went by Satan's kitchen
For to beg me food one mornin'
It's there I got souls piping hot
All on their spits a-turnin'
There I took up a cauldron
Where I boiled ten thousand harlots
So full of flame, I drank that same
To the health of all such varlets
A spirit hot as lightning
Did on me journey guide me
The sun did shake and the pale moon quake
Whenever they espied me.
Me staff has murdered giants
Me pack a long knife carries
To cut mince pies from children's thighs
With which to feed the fairies
And when that I do murdering
The man in the moon to a powder
His staff I'll break, his dog I'll shake
There'll howl no demon louder
No gypsy, slut or doxy
Can win me mad Tom from me
I'll weep all night, with the stars I'll fight
For the fray shall well become me
So drink to Tom of Bedlam
Go pour the sea in barrels
And I'll drink it all well brewed with gall
Then maudlin drunk I'll quarrel
My horn is made of thunder
I stole it out of heaven
The rainbow there is this I wear
For which I thence was driven
And now that I have gotten
A lease than doomsday longer
To live on earth with some in mirth
Ten whales shall find my hunger
By the Knight of Ghosts and Shadows
I am summoned to a tourney
Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end
Methinks it is no journey
--
Parody:
I won't sing Bonny Boys, Bonny Mad Boys
Bedlam Boys is boring
It's a mournful wheeze in 23 keys
And I've heard more tuneful snoring
Once there was a waitress in the Prince George Hotel
Her mistress was a lady and her master was a swell
They knew she was a simple girls, and lately from the farm
And so they watched her carefully to keep her from all harm.
Chorus:
Singing a-bell bottom trousers, coats o' navy blue
Let'im climb the riggin' like 'is daddy used to do!
2. The Forty Second Fusiliers come marchin' in to town
And with them come a compliment of rapists of renown
They converted every virgin that came within their spell
But they never made the waitress from the Prince George Hotel.
Chorus:
3. Next come a company of the Prince of Wales Hussars
The piled into the whorehouse and they packed along the bars
Manys a maid and mistress and a wife before them fell
But they never made the waitress from the Prince George Hotel.
Chorus:
4. One day there came a sailor, an ordinary bloke
A-bulging at the trousers with a heart of solid oak
At sea without a woman for seven years or more
There wasn't any need to ask what he's a-lookin' for,
Chorus:
5. He asked her for a candlestick to light his way to bed
He asked for a pillow to rest his weary head
And speaking very gently just as if he meant no harm
He asked her if she'd come to bed just so to keep him warm.
Chorus:
6. She lifted up the blanket and moment there did lie
He was on her, he was in her, in the twinkling of an eye
He was out again and in again and ploughing up a storm
But the only word she said to him, I hope you're keepin' warm!
Chorus:
7. Early in the morning the sailor lad arose
Saying, Here's a two pound note, my dear, for the damage I have caused
If you have a daughter, bounce 'er on your knee;
If you have a son, send the bastard out to sea!
Chorus:
8. Now she sits beside the dock, a baby on her knee
Waiting for the sailing ships a-comin' home from sea
Waiting for the jolly tars in navy uniforms
And all she wants to do, my boys, is keep the Navy warm!
Chorus:
On a summer day in the month of May
A burly bum came hiking
Down a shady lane through the sugar cane
He was looking for his liking
As he roamed along he sang a song
Of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay for many a day
And he won't need any money
Chorus
Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain
There's a lake of gin we can both jump in
And the handouts grow on bushes
In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day
And the bars all have free lunches
Where the mail train stops and there ain't no cops
And the folks are tender-hearted
Where you never change your socks and you never throw rocks
And your hair is never parted (Chorus)
Oh, a farmer and his son, they were on the run
To the hay field they were bounding
Said the bum to the son, "Why don't you come
To that big rock candy mountain?"
So the very next day they hiked away,
The mileposts they were counting
But they never arrived at the lemonade tide
On the big rock candy mountain (Chorus)
Good morning to you, Billy Bones, Billy Bones
Good morning to you, charming Billy
When I last saw your hands they was brown as my own
Now up through through white fingers the grasses have grown
And what of this cutlass so carelessly thrown on the ground,
Billy Bones, Billy Bones?
''(Chorus)
Bones, bones, bones, Billy Bones
Send him off to Davy Jones.
Of rum and gold and wenches bold,
You've had your last fill, Billy Bones''
Good morning to you, Billy Bones. Billy Bones.
Good morning to you, Charming Billy.
for that chest you're layin on, I've sailed the sea
And you and I and Flint did agree
To divvy the contents up into three, gold and jewels,
Billy Bones, Billy Bones
Good morning to you, Billy Bones. Billy Bones.
Good morning to you, Charming Billy.
now you've done in many a tar in your day
and sent him off to sleep in the bay
but it looks like turn about's fair play today
Billy Bones, Billy Bones
Good morning to you, Billy Bones. Billy Bones.
Good morning to you, Charming Billy.
Now old flint is dead and that leaves only me
So I'll shovel you're bony arse in the sea
And I'll drink to your health, which you'll never see,
Without eyes, without lips,
Skully bones
''(Chorus)
Her eyes, they shone like diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
With her hair thrown over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band''
As I went walking down Broadway,not intending to stay very long,
I met with this frolicksome damsel,as she came tripping along.
A watch she took from his pocket,and slipped it right into my hand,
On the very first day that I met her,bad luck to the black velvet band.
Before the judge and jury,next morning we had to appear,
A gentleman claimed his jewellery,and the case against us was clear,
Seven long years transportation,right down to Van Diemen's Land
Far away from my friends and companions,betrayed by the black velvet band
Our boots and clothes are all in pawn,
''Go down, you blood red roses, go down.''
And it's mighty drafty around Cape Horn.
''Go down, you blood red roses, go down.
Oh, you pinks and posies.
Go down you blood red roses, go down.''
You've had your advance and to sea you must go,
A-chasin' whales through the frost and the snow.
Oh my old mother, she wrote to me,
My dearest son come home from sea.
But 'round Cape Horn you've got to go,
For that is where them whalefish blow.
Just one more and that'll do,
For we're the gang to kick her through.
'Tis advertised in Boston, New York and Buffalo,
Five hundred brave Americans, a-whaling for to go, singing
''(Chorus)
Blow, ye winds, in the morning,
And blow, ye winds, high-ho!
Clear away your running gear,
And blow, boys, blow!''
They send you to New Bedford, that famous whaling port,
And give you to some land-sharks to board and fit you out.
They send you to a boarding-house, there for a time to dwell;
The thieves they there are thicker than the other side of hell!
They tell you of the clipper-ships-a-going in and out,
And say you'll take five hundred sperm before you're six months out.
It's now we're out to sea, my boys, the wind comes on to blow;
One half the watch is sick on deck, the other half below.
But as for the provisions, we don't get half enough;
A little piece of stinking beef and a blamed small bag of duff.
Now comes that damned old compass, it will grieve your heart full sore.
For theirs is two-and-thirty points and we have forty-four.
Next comes the running rigging, which you're all supposed to know;
'Tis "Lay aloft, you son-of-a-gun, or overboard you go!"
The cooper's at the vise-bench, a-making iron poles,
And the mate's upon the main hatch a-cursing all our souls.
The Skipper's on the quarter-deck a-squinting at the sails,
When up aloft the lookout sights a school of whales.
"Now clear away the boats, my boys, and after him we'll travel,
But if you get too near his fluke, he'll kick you to the devil!"
Now we have got him turned up, we tow him alongside;
We over with our blubber-hooks and rob him of his hide.
Now the boat-steerer overside the tackle overhauls,
The Skipper's in the main-chains, so loudly he does bawl!
Next comes the stowing down, my boys; 'twill take both night and day,
And you'll all have fifty cents apiece on the hundred and ninetieth lay.
Now we are bound into Tonbas, that blasted whaling port,
And if you run away, my boys, you surely will get caught.
Now we are bound into Tuckoona, full more in their power,
Where the skippers can buy the Consul up for half a barrel of flour!
But now that our old ship is full and we don't give a damn,
We'll bend on all our stu'nsails and sail for Yankee land.
When we get home, our ship made fast, and we get through our sailing,
A winding glass around we'll pass and damn this blubber whaling!
Boney was a warrior,
Away ay-yah!
A warrior and a tarrier,
John Fran-swor!
Boney fought the Roo-shi-ans,
Away ay-yah!
Boney fought the Proo-shi-ans.
John Fran-swor!
Boney went to Elbow,
Boney he came back again.
Boney went to Waterloo,
There he got his overthrow.
Then they took him off again
Aboard the Billy Ruffian.
Boney broke his heart and died
Away in St. Helena.
Give her the topgallantsails;
It's a weary way to Baltimore.
Drive her, captain, drive her,
And bust the chafing leather.
Farewell to old England forever
Farewell to my rum culls as well
Farewell to the well known Old Bailey
Where I used for to cut such a swell
''(Chorus)
Singing Too-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-addity
Singing Too-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-ay
And we're bound for Botany Bay''
There's the captain as is our commander
There's the bosun and all the ship's crew
There's the first and the second class passengers
Knows what we poor convicts go through
Taint leaving old England we cares about
Taint cos we mis-spells what we knows
But because all we light fingered gentry
Hops around with a log on our toes
These seven long years I've been serving now
And seven long more have to stay
All for bashing a bloke down our alley
And taking his ticker away
Oh had I the wings of a turtle dove
I'd soar on my pinions so high
Slap bang to the arms of my Polly love
And in her sweet presence I'd die
Now all my young Dookies and Dutchesses
Take warning from what I've to say
Mind all is your own as you toucheses
Or you'll find us in Botany Bay
'Tis of a brave young highwayman this story I will tell
His name was Willie Brennan and in Ireland he did dwell
It was on the Kilwood Mountain he commenced his wild career
And many a wealthy nobleman before him shook with fear
''(Chorus)
It was Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was young Brennan on the moor''
One day upon the highway as young Willie he went down
He met the mayor of Cashiell a mile outside of town
The mayor he knew his features and he said, Young man, said he
Your name is Willie Brennan, you must come along with me
Now Brennan's wife had gone to town provisions for to buy
And when she saw her Willie she commenced to weep and cry
Said, Hand to me that tenpenny, as soon as Willie spoke
She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak
Now with this loaded blunderbuss - the truth I will unfold -
He made the mayor to tremble and he robbed him of his gold
One hundred pounds was offered for his apprehension there
So he, with horse and saddle to the mountains did repair
Now Brennan being an outlaw upon the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted woman he was cruelly betrayed
They hanged Brennan at the crossroads, in chains he hung and dried
But still they say that, in the night, some do see him ride
They see him with his blunderbuss, all in the midnight chill
Along, along the King's highway rides Willie Brennan still!
(Chorus)
''Help me, Bob, I'm bully in the alley,
Way, hey, bully in the alley!
Help me, Bob, I'm bully in the alley,
Bully down in shinbone al!''
Well, Sally is the girl down that I love dearly,
''Way, hey, bully in the alley!''
Sally is the girl that I spliced nearly.
''Bully down in shinbone al!''
For seven long years I courted Sally,
''Way, hey, bully in the alley!''
All she did was dilly-dally.
''Bully down in shinbone al!''
I'll leave Sal and I'll become a sailor,
''Way, hey, bully in the alley!''
I'll leave Sal and ship aboard a whaler.
''Bully down in shinbone al!''
I'll come back and I'll marry Sally,
''Way, hey, bully in the alley!''
We'll have kids and count them by the tally.
''Bully down in shinbone al!''
De Campptown ladies sing this somg,
Doo-da, Doo-da
De Camptown racetrack's two miles long
Oh, de doo-da day
''(Chorus)
Gwine to run all night
Gwine to run all day
I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the gray.''
Oh, de long tailed filly and de big black horse,
Doo-da, doo-da-da,
Come to a mud hole and dey all cut across,
Oh, de doo-da day.
I went down South with my hat caved in,
I came back North with a pocket full of tin.
Cape Cod girls ain't got no combs
''Heave away, haul away''
They comb their hair with codfish bones
''And we're bound away for Australia''
''(Chorus)
So heave her up, me bully bully boys
Heave away, haul away
Heave her up and don't you make a noise
And we're bound away for Australia''
Cape Cod boys ain't got no sleds
''Heave away, haul away''
They slide down hills on codfish heads
''And we're bound away for Australia''
Cape Cod doctors ain't got no pills
''Heave away, haul away''
They feed their patients codfish gills
''And we're bound away for Australia''
Cape Cod cats ain't got no tails
''Heave away, haul away''
They all blew off in Cape Cod gales
''And we're bound away for Australia''
Cape Cod women don't bake no pies
''Heave away, haul away''
They feed their babies on codfish eyes
''And we're bound away for Australia''
My name is Captain Kidd
As I sailed, as I sailed,
Oh my name is Captain Kidd as I sailed,
My name is Captain Kidd
And God's laws I did forbid,
And most wickedly I did as I sailed.
My father taught me well
To shun the gates of hell,
But against him I rebelled as I sailed,
He shoved a bible in my hand
But I left it in the sand
And I pulled away from land,
As I sailed
[Chorus]
I murdered William Moore
And I left him in his gore
Twenty leagues away from shore
As I sailed,
And being crueler still, the gunner I did kill
All his precious blood did spill,
As I sailed,
[Chorus]
I was sick and nigh to death,
And I vowed at every breath,
Oh to walk in wisdom's path,
As I sailed
But my repentance lasted not,
My vows I soon forgot,
Oh damnation is my lot,
As I sailed.
[Chorus]
To the execution dock
Lay my head upon the block,
Laws no more I'll mock as I sail,
So take warning here and heed
To shun bad company
Or you'll wind up just like me
As I sailed.
Related: [[Sam Hall]]
Let me tell you the story
Of a man named Charlie
On a tragic and fateful day
He put ten cents in his pocket,
Kissed his wife and family
Went to ride on the MTA
Charlie handed in his dime
At the Kendall Square Station
And he changed for Jamaica Plain
When he got there the conductor told him,
"One more nickel."
Charlie could not get off that train.
(Chorus)
And did he ever return?
No he never returned
And his fate is still unlearn'd
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston
He's the man who never returned.
Now all night long
Charlie rides through the tunnels
Crying, "What will become of me?
How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea
Or my cousin in Roxbury?"
Charlie's wife goes down
To the Scollay Square station
Every day at quarter past two
And through the open window she hands Charlie a sandwich
As the train comes rumblin' through.
Now you citizens of Boston,
Don't you think it's a scandal
That the people have to pay and pay
Fight the fare increase!
Vote for George O'Brien!
Get poor Charlie off the MTA.
(Final chorus)
Or else he'll never return,
No he'll never return
And his fate will be unlearned
He may ride forever
'neath the streets of Boston
He's the man who never returned.
Skipper in the wardroom drinkin' gin,
''High-ho, chicken on a raft!''
I don't mind knockin', but I ain't goin' in!
''High-ho, chicken on a raft!''
The jimmy's laughin' like it'd rain,
''High-ho, chicken on a raft!''
He's lookin' at me comic cuts again!
''High-ho, chicken on a raft!''
''(Chorus)
Chicken on a raft on a Monday morning,
Oh, what a terrible sight to see,
Dabtoes forward and the dustmen aft,
Sittin' there a'pickin' at a chicken on a raft!
Hi, ho, chicken on a raft!
Hey, ho, chicken on a raft!
Hi, ho, chicken on a raft!
Hey, ho, chicken on a raft!''
Gave me the middle and the forenoon too,
Now I'm pullin' on a whalin' crew.
Seagulls wheelin' overhead,
I oughter be home in me featherbed!
I had a little girl in ~Donny-B,
And did she make a fool of me.
Her heart was like a pusser's shower,
Run hot to cold in a quarter of an hour!
We kissed goodbye on a midnight bus,
She didn't cry and she didn't fuss,
Am I that one she loves the best,
Or just a cuckoo in another man's nest?
An amazon girl lived in Dumfries,
Only had her kids in two's and three's,
She's got a sister in Maryhill,
Says she won't but I think she will!
--
It's egg on toast.
These songs all have a full chorus.
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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-O!
(Chorus)
Alive, alive-o, alive, alive-O!
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!
She was a fish-monger, but sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!
She died of a fever, and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!
Oh, was you ever on the Congo River
''Blow, boys, blow''
Black fever makes the white man shiver
''Blow, me bully boys, blow''
''(Chorus)
And blow, me boys, and blow forever
Blow, boys, blow
And blow me down the Congo River
Blow, me bully boys, blow''
Yonder stands the arrow packet
''Blow, boys, blow''
She fires her guns, can't you hear the racket?
''Blow, me bully boys, blow''
A Yankee ship came down the river
''Blow, boys, blow''
Her masts and yards they shone like silver
''Blow, me bully boys, blow''
And how do you know she's a Yankee clipper?
''Blow, boys, blow''
By the Stars and Stripes that flies above her
''Blow, me bully boys, blow''
And what do you think they had for cargo?
''Blow, boys, blow''
Why, black sheep that had run the embargo
''Blow, me bully boys, blow''
And what do you think they had for dinner?
''Blow, boys, blow''
Why, a monkey's heart and a donkey's liver
''Blow, me bully boys, blow''
(Chorus)
I like to rise when the sun she rises
Early in the morning
I like to hear them small birds singing
Merrily upon their branches
And hurrah! for the life of a country boy
And to ramble in the new-mown hay
In the spring we sow, in the harvest mow
And that's how the seasons around they go
But of all the times if choose I may
It's to ramble in the new-mown hay
In the winter when the sky is gray
We edge and ditch our life away
But in the summer when the sun shines gay
We go ramble in the new-mown hay
(Parody)
I hate to rise when the sun she rises
Early in the morning
I want to kill them small birds singing
Annoyingly on their branches
And it's <raspberry> for the life of a country boy
I'm allergic to the new-mown hay
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
Day-o, Day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Work all night on a drink a' rum
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Stack banana till the mornin' come
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day...
Daylight come and me wan' go home
A beautiful bunch a' ripe banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Hide the deadly black tarantula
Daylight come and me wan' go home
It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day...
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
I say, old man, your horse is dead.
An' we say so, an' we hope so!
I say, old man, your horse is dead.
Oh! Poor old Man!
One month a rotten life we've led.
An' we say so, an' we hope so!
While you lay on y'er feather bed.
Oh! Poor old Man!
But now th' month is up, ol' turk.
An' we say so, an' we hope so!
Get up, ye swine, an' look for work.
Oh! Poor old Man!
Get up, ye swine, an' look for graft.
An' we say so, an' we hope so!
While we lays on an' yanks ye aft.
Oh! Poor old Man!
An' yanks ye aft t' th' cabin door.
An' we say so, an' we hope so!
An' hopes we'll ne-ver see ye more.
Oh! Poor old Man!
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''(Chorus)
Poor aul Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup,
Poor aul Dicey Riley she will never give it up,
It's off each morning to the hock,and she drops in for another little drop.
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.''
She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air,
And then it's down by Summerhill and the people stop and stare,
She says it's nearly half past one,It's time I had another little one,
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley.
She owns a little sweet shop at the corner of the street,
Every , Every evening after school,I go to wash her feet,
She leaves me there to mind the shop,
While she nips in for another little drop,
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley
''(Chorus)
Way hey and away we go
Donkey riding, donkey riding
Way hey and away we go
Ridin' on a donkey.''
Was you ever in Quebec
Launchin' timber on the deck?
Where ya break yer bleedin' neck
Ridin' on a donkey!
Was you ever 'round Cape Horn
Where the weather's never warm?
Wished to God you'd never been born
Ridin' on a donkey.
Was you ever in Miramichi
Where ye tie up to a tree,
An' the girls sit on yer knee?
Ridin' on a donkey
Was you ever in Fortune Bay
See the girls all shout, "Hooray!"?
"Here comes dad with ten weeks pay
Riding on a donkey."
Was you ever in London-town
See the King he does come down?
See the King in his golden crown
Riding on a donkey
--
"Miramichi" is a river in New Brunswick. Fortune Bay is in Newfoundland. The "donkey" is a block and tackle.
It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.
In a field down 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.
The cause of, and the solution to, all life's problems.
I've got a mule, and her name is Sal,
''Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal''
She's a good ol' worker and a good ol' pal,
''Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal,''
We've hauled some barges in our day,
Filled with lumber coal and hay,
And we know every inch of the way
From Albany to Buffalo
(Chorus)
''Low bridge, everybody down,
Low bridge for we're coming to a town,
And you always know your neighbor,
You'll always know your pal,
If you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal''
We'd better look round for a job old gal,
You bet your life I wouldn't part with Sal,
Giddap 'there gal we've passed that lock,
We'll make Rome fore six o'clock,
So, it's one more trip and then we'll go,
Right back home to Buffalo
Oh, where would I be if I lost my pal?
Oh, I'd like to see a mule as good as Sal,
A friend of mine once got her sore,
Now he's got a busted jaw,
'Cause she let fly with her iron toe,
And kicked him in to Buffalo
Don't have to call when I want my Sal,
She trots from her stall like a good old gal,
I eat my meals with Sal each day,
I eat beef and she eats hay,
And she ain't so slow if you want to know,
She put the "Buff" in Buffalo
Well it was on this monday morning
And the day be calm and fine
A harbour grace excursion
With the boys who had the time
And just before the sailor
Took the gangway from the pier
I saw some fellow haul me wife
Aboard as a volunteer
[Chorus:]
Oh me, oh my, I heard me old wife cry
Oh me, oh my, I think I'm gonna die!
Oh me, oh my, I heard me old wife say,
"I wish I'd never taken this excursion around the bay"
We had fourteen hundred souls aboard, oh what a splendid sight!
Left stong and regimental to make our spirits bright
And meself being in the double, when a funny things they'd say
They choke themselves from laughing when they'd see us in the bay,br>
[Chorus]
Me wife she got no better, she turned a sickly green
I fed her cake and candy, fat pork and kerosene
Castor Oil and sugar of candy, I rubbed pure oil on her face
And I said she'll be a dandy when we reaches Harbour Grace!
[Chorus]
My wife she got no better, my wife me darling dear
The screeches from her trollear could hear in Carbonear
I tried every place in Harbour Grace,
Tried every store and shop,
To get her something for a cure or take her to the hop
[Chorus]
She died below the brandy's as we were coming back
We buried her in the ocean, wrapped up in a Union Jack
So now I am a single man, in search of a pretty face
And the woman that says she'll have me, I'm off for Harbour Grace!
[Chorus]
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As I walked by the dockside one evening so rare
To view the still waters and take the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing this song,
Oh take me away boys, me time is not long
(Chorus)
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates I'm takin a trip mates
I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green
Oh in Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where sailormen go if they don't go to hell
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away
Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gale
And the fish jump on board with a swish of their tails
Where you lie at your leisure - there's no work to do
And the skipper's below making tea for the crew
Oh and when you are docked and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growin off every tree
Oh I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rollin sea
And I'll play me auld squeezebox as we sail along
With the wind in the riggin to sing me this song
I thought I heard our old man say
Fire down below, boys, fire down below
You can go ashore and get your pay
Fire down below, boys, fire down below
I'll take my clothes and I'll run away
fire down below, boys, fire down below
'cause I don't care what the captain say
Fire down below, boys, fire down below
two pound ten won't pay my way
fire down below, boys, fire down below
I'll run away at the break of day
fire down below, boys, fire down below
I'll go to my girl round 'Frisco Bay
fire down below, boys, fire down below
I know very well it's with me she will stay
fire down below, boys, fire down below
because she know I have twelve month pay
fire down below, boys, fire down below
And we'll go down to the Midway plaisances
fire down below, boys, fire down below
see the pretty girls do the hula hula dances
fire down below, boys, fire down below
I thought I heard our captain say
fire down below, boys, fire down below
you can go ashore and get your pay
Fire down below, boys, fire down below
Lift him up and carry him along,
Fire Maringo, fire him away,
Put him down where he belongs,
Fire Maringo, fire him away!
2. Ease him down and let him lay,
Fire Maringo, fire him away,
Screw him in and there he'll stay.
Fire Maringo, fire him away!
3. Put him in his hole below,
Fire Maringo, fire him away,
Stay he must and then he'll go.
Fire Maringo, fire him away!
4. When I get back to Liverpool town,
Fire Maringo, fire him away,
I'll toss a line to little Sally Brown.
Fire Maringo, fire him away!
5. I'll haul her high and haul her low,
Fire Maringo, fire him away,
I'll bust her blocks and make her go.
Fire Maringo, fire him away!
6. Sally is a pretty little craft,
Fire Maringo, fire him away,
Hot shot to the fore and rounded in the aft.
Fire Maringo, fire him away!
7. Screw the cotton screw him down,
Fire Maringo, fire him away,
Let's get the hell back to Liverpool town.
Fire Maringo, fire him away!
O flower of Scotland
When will we see your like again?
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
''(Chorus)
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again''
The hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
Those days are passed now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
You would sing these songs in front of your kindergartener and/or grandmother without hesitation.
In Oranmore in the County Galway,
On pleasant evening in the month of May,
I spied a damsel she was young and handsome,
Her beauty fairly took my breath away.
''(Chorus)
She wore no jewels, no costly dimonds,
No paint no powder, no none at all,
She wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it,
And around her shoulder was a Galway shawl.''
As we kept on walking, she kept on talking,
Till her father's cottage came into view,
She said come in sir, and meet my father,
And for to please him play "The Foggy Dew."
I played "The Blackbird" and "The Stack Of Barley",
"Rodney's Glory", and "The Foggy Dew".
She sang each note like an Irish linnet,
And the tears they flowed in her eyes of blue.
'Twas early, early, all in the morning,
I hit the road for old Donegal,
She said goodbye sir,and her eyes seemed brighter,
And my heart remained with the Galway shawl
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
[Chorus:]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
General Taylor he's all the go
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
He's gone where the stormy winds won't blow
Carry him to his bury'n ground
[Chorus]
General Taylor he's dead and he's gone
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
Well General Taylor he's long dead and gone
Carry him to his bury'n ground
[Chorus 2x]
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My grandfather's clock was too tall for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
It was always his treasure and pride
''(Chorus)
But it stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life's seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.''
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while a boy;
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know,
And share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride
My grandfather said that of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found;
For it wasted no time, and had but one desire,
At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face,
And its hand never hung by its side
It rang an alarm in the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that his spirit was pluming his flight,
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side
Great big sea hove in Long Beach,
''Whack fal-o-ral tad-dle did-dle i-do,''
Great big sea hove in Long Beach,
Granny Snooks she lost her speech,
''To me right fol-di-dy fol-dee.''
Great big sea hove in the Harbour
Hove right up to Keough's Parlour
Mother, dear I wants a sack
With beads and buttons all down me back
"Me boot is broke, me frock is tore
But Granny Snooks I do adore.
Fish is gone and the flour is high
Granny Snooks she can't have I
She will have me in the fall
If she don't I'll hoist my sail
Hove right up to old Canaille.
To me right fol-di-dy fol-dee.
Great big sea hove in Long Beach,
Granny Snooks she lost her speech,
I'll sing you one-o
''Green grow the rushes-o!
What is your one-o?''
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be it so.
I'll sing you two-o
''Green grow the rushes-o!
What is your two-o?''
Two, two lily-white boys clothèd all in green-o,
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be it so.
I'll sing you three-o
Three, three, the rivals
I'll sing you four-o
Four for the Gospel Makers
I'll sing you five-o
Five for the symbols at your door
I'll sing you six-o
Six for the six proud walkers
I'll sing you seven-o
Seven for the seven stars in the sky
I'll sing you eight-o
Eight for the April raiders
I'll sing you nine-o
Nine for the nine bright shiners
I'll sing you ten-o
Ten for the Ten Commandments
I'll sing you eleven-o
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven
I'll sing you twelve-o
Twelve for the Twelve Apostles
'Twas in eighteen hundred and fifty three,
And of June the thirteenth day;
That our gallant ship her anchor weighed,
And for Greenland bore away,
''Brave boys,
(repeat last line of verse)''
The lookout in the crosstrees stood
Spyglass in his hand;
There's a whale, there's a whale,
There's a whale fish he cried,
And she blows at every span,
The captain stood on the quarter-deck,
And a fine little man was he;
"Overhaul! Overhaul! let your davit-tackles fall,
And launch your boats for sea,
Now the boats were launched and the men aboard,
And the whale was full in view;
Resolved was each seaman bold
To steer where the whalefish blew,
We struck the whale, the line paid out,
But she gave a flourish with her tail;
The boat capsized and four men were drowned,
And we never caught that whale
"To lose the whale," our captain said,
"It grieves my heart full sore;
But oh! to lose four gallant men,
It grieves me ten times more,"
"The winter star doth now appear,
So, boys, we'll anchor weigh;
It's time to leave this cold country,
And homeward bear away,"
Oh, Greenland is a dreadful place,
A land that's never green,
Where there's ice and snow, and the whalefishes blow,
And the daylight's seldom seen,
Let us pause in life's pleasures, and count its many tears,
While we all sup sorrow with the poor,
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears:
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
''(Chorus)
'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times come again no more;
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.''
While we seek mirth and beauty, and music light and gay.
Then; are frail forms fainting at the door;
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say:
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
There's a pale, drooping maiden, who works her life away,
With a worn heart whose better days are o'er;
Thongh her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
'Tis the sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,
'Tis the wail that is heard upon the shore,
'Tis an urge that is murmured around the lowly grave,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
Naow whin Oi wuz a little boy an' so me mother told me,
'Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe!
That if Oi didn't kiss the gals me lips would all grow mouldy.
'Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe!
An' Oi sailed the seas for many a year not knowin' what Oi wuz missin',
Then Oi sets me sails afore the gales an' started in a-kissin'.
Oi got meself an Oirish gal an' her name wuz Flannigan,
She stole me boots, she stole me clothes, she pinched me plate an' pannikin.
Oi courted then a Frenchie gal, she took things free an' aisy,
But naow Oi've got an English gal an' sure she is a daisy.
Oh, King Louis wuz the King o' France, afore the revolution,
But the people cut his big head orf an' spoiled his constitution.
Oh, once Oi wuz in Oireland a-diggin' turf an' taties,
But naow Oi'm on a Limejuice ship an' a-haulin' on the braces.
Saint Patrick wuz a gintleman, an' he come of daycent paypul,
He built a church in Dublin town an' on it set a staypul.
From Oireland thin he druv the snakes, then drank up all the whisky,
This made him dance an' sing an' jig, he felt so fine an' frisky.
Yiz call yerself a second mate an' cannot tie a bowline,
Ye cannot even stand up straight when the packet she's a-rollin'.
Oh, as I roved out of a bright May morning, calm and clear was the weather.
I chanced to roam some miles from home among the beautiful blooming heather.
''(Chorus)
And it's heather on the moor,
Over the heather,
Over the moor and among the heather.
(repeat last line from verse)
And it's heather on the moor.''
As I roved along with my hunting song, my heart as light as any feather.
I met a pretty maid upon the way, she was tripping the dew down from the heather.
"Where are you going to my pretty fair maid, by hill or dale come tell me whether?"
Quite modestly she answered me, "to the feeding of my lambs together."
We both shook hands and down we sat, it being the finest day in summer,
We sat till the red setting beams of the sun came sparkling down among the heather.
"Now," she said. "I must away; my lambs and sheep have strayed each other,
But I am loathe to part from you as those fond lambs are to part from their mother."
Up she rose and away she goes; her name and place I know not either,
But if I was king, I'd make her queen, the lass I met among the heather.
There were three brothers in merry Scotland,
In merry Scotland there were three,
And they did cast lots which of them should go,
should go, should go,
And turn robber all on the salt sea.
The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin,
The youngest of all the three;
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea,
Salt sea, the salt sea.
For to maintain his two brothers and he.
He had not been sailing but a long winter's night
And a part of a short winter's day,
Before he espied a stout lofty ship,
lofty ship, lofty ship,
Come abibbing down on him straight way.
Hullo! Hullo! cried Henry Martin,
What makes you sail so nigh?
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town,
London Town, London Town
Would you please for to let me pass by?
Oh no! Oh no! cried Henry Martin,
This thing it never could be,
For I have turned robber all on the salt sea
Salt sea, salt sea.
For to maintain my two brothers and me.
Come lower your tops'l and brail up your mizz'n
And bring your ship under my lee,
Or I will give you a full cannon ball,
cannon ball, cannon ball,
And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea.
Oh no! we won't lower our lofty topsail,
Nor bring our ship under your lee,
And you shan't take from us our rich merchant goods,
merchant goods, merchant goods
Nor point our bold guns to the sea.
Then broadside and broadside and at it they went
For fully two hours or three,
Till Henry Martin gave to her the deathshot,
the deathshot, the deathshot,
And straight to the bottom went she.
Bad news, bad news, to old England came,
Bad news to fair London Town,
There's been a rich vessel and she's cast away,
cast away, cast away,
And all of her merry men drown'd.
Where have you been all day, Henry, my son
Where have you been all day, my beloved one
Away on the meadow, away on the meadow,
Make my bed, I've a pain in my head
And I want to lie down.
What did you have to eat, Henry,my son
What did you have to eat, my beloved one
Poison beans, poison beans,
Make my bed, I've a pain in my head
And I want to lie down.
What will you leave your mother, Henry, my son
What will you leave your mother, my beloved one
A woven blanket, a woven blanket,
Make my bed, I've a pain in my head
And I want to lie down.
What will you leave your brother, Henry, my son
What will you leave your brother, my beloved one
A blue suit, a blue suit,
Make my bed, I've a pain in my head
And I want to lie down.
What will you leave your father, Henry, my son
What will you leave your father, my beloved one
A watch and chain, a watch and chain,
Make my bed, I've a pain in my head
And I want, to lie down.
What will you leave your children, Henry, my son
What will you leave your children, my beloved one
The keys to heaven, the keys to heaven,
Make my bed, I've a pain in my head
And I want to lie down.
What will you leave your sweetheart, Henry, my son
What will you leave your sweetheart, my beloved one
A rope to hang her, a rope to hang her,
Make my bed, I've a pain in my head
And I want to lie down.
/***
|Name:|HideWhenPlugin|
|Description:|Allows conditional inclusion/exclusion in templates|
|Version:|3.2a|
|Date:|27-Jun-2011|
|Source:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#HideWhenPlugin|
|Author:|Simon Baird <simon.baird@gmail.com>|
|License:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#TheBSDLicense|
For use in ViewTemplate and EditTemplate. Example usage:
{{{<div macro="showWhenTagged Task">[[TaskToolbar]]</div>}}}
{{{<div macro="showWhen tiddler.modifier == 'BartSimpson'"><img src="bart.gif"/></div>}}}
Warning: the showWhen and hideWhen macros will blindly eval paramString.
This could be used to execute harmful javascript from a tiddler.
(TODO: Make some effort to sanitize paramString. Perhaps disallow the equals sign?)
***/
//{{{
window.hideWhenLastTest = false;
window.removeElementWhen = function(test,place) {
window.hideWhenLastTest = test;
if (test) {
jQuery(place).empty()
place.parentNode.removeChild(place);
}
};
merge(config.macros,{
hideWhen: { handler: function(place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
removeElementWhen( eval(paramString), place );
}},
showWhen: { handler: function(place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
removeElementWhen( !eval(paramString), place );
}},
hideWhenTagged: { handler: function (place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
removeElementWhen( tiddler.tags.containsAll(params), place );
}},
showWhenTagged: { handler: function (place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
removeElementWhen( !tiddler.tags.containsAll(params), place );
}},
hideWhenTaggedAny: { handler: function (place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
removeElementWhen( tiddler.tags.containsAny(params), place );
}},
showWhenTaggedAny: { handler: function (place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
removeElementWhen( !tiddler.tags.containsAny(params), place );
}},
hideWhenTaggedAll: { handler: function (place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
removeElementWhen( tiddler.tags.containsAll(params), place );
}},
showWhenTaggedAll: { handler: function (place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
removeElementWhen( !tiddler.tags.containsAll(params), place );
}},
hideWhenExists: { handler: function(place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
removeElementWhen( store.tiddlerExists(params[0]) || store.isShadowTiddler(params[0]), place );
}},
showWhenExists: { handler: function(place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
removeElementWhen( !(store.tiddlerExists(params[0]) || store.isShadowTiddler(params[0])), place );
}},
hideWhenTitleIs: { handler: function(place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
removeElementWhen( tiddler.title == params[0], place );
}},
showWhenTitleIs: { handler: function(place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
removeElementWhen( tiddler.title != params[0], place );
}},
'else': { handler: function(place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
removeElementWhen( !window.hideWhenLastTest, place );
}}
});
//}}}
There were two lofty ships from old England came
''Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we''
One was the //Prince of Luther//, and the other //Prince of Wales//
''Sailing down along the coast of High Barbaree.''
"Aloft there, aloft!" our jolly boatswain cries
"Look ahead, look astern, look aweather and alee
There's nought upon the stern, there's nought upon the lee
But there's a lofty ship to windward, and she's sailing fast and free
"Oh, hail her, Oh, hail her," our gallant captain cried
"Are you a man-o'-war or a privateer," said he
"Oh, I am not a man-o'-war nor privateer," said he
"But I'm a salt-sea pirate a-looking for my fee
Oh, 'twas broadside to broadside a long time we lay
Until the //Prince of Luther// shot the pirate's masts away
"Oh, quarter, Oh, quarter," those pirates then did cry,
But the quarter that we gave them was to sink them in the sea
(tune: Frere Jacques)
I like spanking
Spanking nuns
I like spanking dead nuns
Dead nuns' bums
I'll tell my ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is counting one, two, three
Please won't 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
Sayin' "Oh my true love, are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old John Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.
Chorus
Let the wind and rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumblin' from the sky
She's as nice 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 goes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
Chorus (twice)
Lord Nelson knew the perfect way to cure your 'mal-de-mer',
So if you pay attention, his secret I will share,
To any sea-sick sailor he'd give this advice for free:
"If you're feeling sea-sick, sit underneath a tree!"
Chorus:
I'm marching inland from the shore, over m' shoulder I'm carrying an oar,
When someone asks me: "What - is that funny thing you've got?"
Then I know I'll never go to sea no more, no more,
Then I know I'll never go to sea no more!
Columbus he set-sail to find out if the world was round,
He kept on sailing to the West until he ran aground,
He thought he'd found The Indies but he'd found the U.S.A.,
I know some navigators who can still do that today.
Drake he's in his hammock and a thousand miles away,
Grenville's REVENGE is at the bottom of the bay,
Many's the famous sailor never came home from the sea,
Just take my advice, Jack, come and follow me.
Sailors take a warning from these men of high renown,
When you leave the ocean and it's time to settle down,
Never cast your anchor less than ninety miles from shore,
There'd always be temptation to be off to sea once more.
/***
|Name:|InstantTimestampPlugin|
|Description:|A handy way to insert timestamps in your tiddler content|
|Version:|1.0.10a|
|Date:|27-Jun-2011|
|Source:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#InstantTimestampPlugin|
|Author:|Simon Baird <simon.baird@gmail.com>|
|License:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#TheBSDLicense|
!!Usage
If you enter {ts} in your tiddler content (without the spaces) it will be replaced with a timestamp when you save the tiddler. Full list of formats:
* {ts} or {t} -> timestamp
* {ds} or {d} -> datestamp
* !ts or !t at start of line -> !!timestamp
* !ds or !d at start of line -> !!datestamp
(I added the extra ! since that's how I like it. Remove it from translations below if required)
!!Notes
* Change the timeFormat and dateFormat below to suit your preference.
* See also http://mptw2.tiddlyspot.com/#AutoCorrectPlugin
* You could invent other translations and add them to the translations array below.
***/
//{{{
config.InstantTimestamp = {
// adjust to suit
timeFormat: 'DD/0MM/YY 0hh:0mm',
dateFormat: 'DD/0MM/YY',
translations: [
[/^!ts?$/img, "'!!{{ts{'+now.formatString(config.InstantTimestamp.timeFormat)+'}}}'"],
[/^!ds?$/img, "'!!{{ds{'+now.formatString(config.InstantTimestamp.dateFormat)+'}}}'"],
// thanks Adapted Cat
[/\{ts?\}(?!\}\})/ig,"'{{ts{'+now.formatString(config.InstantTimestamp.timeFormat)+'}}}'"],
[/\{ds?\}(?!\}\})/ig,"'{{ds{'+now.formatString(config.InstantTimestamp.dateFormat)+'}}}'"]
],
excludeTags: [
"noAutoCorrect",
"noTimestamp",
"html",
"CSS",
"css",
"systemConfig",
"systemConfigDisabled",
"zsystemConfig",
"Plugins",
"Plugin",
"plugins",
"plugin",
"javascript",
"code",
"systemTheme",
"systemPalette"
],
excludeTiddlers: [
"StyleSheet",
"StyleSheetLayout",
"StyleSheetColors",
"StyleSheetPrint"
// more?
]
};
TiddlyWiki.prototype.saveTiddler_mptw_instanttimestamp = TiddlyWiki.prototype.saveTiddler;
TiddlyWiki.prototype.saveTiddler = function(title,newTitle,newBody,modifier,modified,tags,fields,clearChangeCount,created) {
tags = tags ? tags : []; // just in case tags is null
tags = (typeof(tags) == "string") ? tags.readBracketedList() : tags;
var conf = config.InstantTimestamp;
if ( !tags.containsAny(conf.excludeTags) && !conf.excludeTiddlers.contains(newTitle) ) {
var now = new Date();
var trans = conf.translations;
for (var i=0;i<trans.length;i++) {
newBody = newBody.replace(trans[i][0], eval(trans[i][1]));
}
}
// TODO: use apply() instead of naming all args?
return this.saveTiddler_mptw_instanttimestamp(title,newTitle,newBody,modifier,modified,tags,fields,clearChangeCount,created);
}
// you can override these in StyleSheet
setStylesheet(".ts,.ds { font-style:italic; }","instantTimestampStyles");
//}}}
Ah, when Jack comes ashore
He's got money galore
And he's seldom cut short of a job
He can dress now as well
As any can tell
With a good silver watch in his fob
Poor Jack in his life
Was ne'er paired with a wife
Though sometimes with lasses he links
He's a seafaring, sailmaking
gambling, capering
Grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks
Oh, Jack Hinks
When inclined for to spend
He walks with a friend
And with pleasure he sits himself down
He tips off his glass
And he winks at the lass
And he smiles if she happens to frown
And like a ramblin' true blue
When the rent becomes due
On the table the money he clinks
He's a seafaring, sailmaking
gambling, capering
Grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks
Round home the other fall
We fell into a squall
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/g/great-big-sea-lyrics/jack-hinks-lyrics.html ]
Now the northermost head of Cape Freels
We were washed away
Without further delay
At the thought how my spirit it chills
We were bashed on the rocks
Like a hard hunted fox
Of death and destruction he thinks
He's a seafaring, sailmaking
gambling, capering
Grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks
Oh, Jack Hinks
Jack without fail
Was out in that same gale
Having drove across Bonavist Bay
Oh Neptune did sail
As he handed all sail
And he had his two spars cut away
Oh, but Providence kind so eases the wind
And on sailors so constantly thinks
He saved
That seafaring, sailmaking
gambling, capering
That seafaring, sailmaking
gambling, capering
That seafaring, sailmaking
gambling, capering
Grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks
Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountain top
I took a trip on a sailing ship
And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop
''(Chorus)
But I'm sad to say, I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town''
Sounds of laughter everywhere
And the dancing girls swaying to and fro
I must declare that my heart is there
Though I've been from Maine to Mexico
CHORUS
Down at the market you can hear
Ladies cry out while on their head they bear
Ackie rice and salt fish is nice
And the rum is good any time of year
CHORUS
CHORUS
There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead
They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all
They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man
They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the waist serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn
Ain't seen the like since I've been born,
An Arkansas farmer with his sea boots on.
''Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man.''
''(Chorus)
So wake her! shake her! wake that gal with the blue dress on.
Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man.''
I got a gal across the sea,
She's a 'Badian beauty and she says to me.
Sally's in the garden picking' peas,
Hair on her head hanging down to her knees.
My wife died in Tennessee,
They sent her jawbone back to me.
I set that jawbone on the fence,
And I ain't heard nothing but the jawbone since.
So hand me down my riding cane,
I'm off to see Miss Sarah Jane.
Come along, come along, you jolly brave boys,
There's lots of grog in the jar.
We'll plow the briny ocean with a jolly rovin' tar.
Now ships may come and ships may go, as long as the sea does roll.
The sailor lad, just like his dad, he loves the flowin' bowl.
Well a trip ashore he does adore, and a gal that's plump and round.
When the money's gone it's the same old song,
"Get up Jack, John sit down!"
Come along, come along, you jolly brave boys,
There's lots of grog in the jar.
We'll plow the briny ocean with a jolly rovin' tar.
He then will sail aboard some ship for India or Japan,
In Asia there the ladies fair love the sailor man.
He'll go ashore out on a tear and he'll buy some girl a gown.
When the money's gone it's the same old song,
"Get up Jack, John sit down!"
When Jack's ashore he beats his way to some old boarding house.
He's a-welcomed in with a-rum and gin, likewise with port and souse.
He'll lend and spend and not offend, until he's lying drunk on the ground.
When the money's gone it's the same old song,
"Get up Jack, John sit down!"
When Jack gets worn and weather beat, too old to knock about,
In some grog shop they'll let him stop till eight bells calls him out.
He'll raise his eyes up to the skies sayin', "Boys, how we're homeward bound."
When the money's gone it's the same old song,
"Get up Jack, John sit down!"
D
One plesent evening in the month of June,
A D
As I lay sleeping in my room,
G A
A small bird sang on an ive bush,
D G A7 D
And the song he sang was the jug of punch.
Chorus.
D Em A D
Too ra lu ra,too la ru la,to la ru la too la lay,
G A
A small bird sang on an ivy bush,
D G A7 D
And the song he sang was the jug of punch.
What more diveration can a man desire,
To be seated by a snug coal fire,
Upon his knee a pritty wench,and on the table a jug of punch.
If I were sick and very bad,and was not able to go or stand,
I would not think it at all to amiss to pledge my shoes for a jug of punch.
When I am dead and in my grave,no costly toomstone will I have,
Lay me down by my native peat,with a jug of punch at my head and feet.
Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree
Merry, merry king of the bush is he
Laugh kookaburra, laugh kookaburra
Gay your life must be
Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree
Eating all the gumdrops he can see
Stop kookeburra, stop kookaburra
Save some drops for me
Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree
With a toothache bad as bad can be
Ha kookaburra, ha kookaburra
Didn't save any for me.
Come, landlord, fill a flowing bowl, until it does run over ;
To-night we all will merry be, To-morrow we'll get sober.
He that drinks strong beer and goes to bed mellow, Lives as he ought to live, and dies a hearty fellow.
Punch cures the gout, the cholic and the tisic? And is to all men the very best of physic.
He that drinks small beer, and goes to bed sober, Falls as the leaves do that die in October.
He that drinks strong beer and goes to bed mellow, Lives as he ought to live, and dies a happy fellow.
He that courts a pretty girl, and courts her for her
pleasure, Is a fool to marry her without a store of treasure.
Now let us dance and sing, and drive away all sorrow For perhaps we may not meet again to-morrow.
Last night I had the strangest dream
I'd ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war
I dreamed I saw a mighty room
Filled with women and men
And the paper they were signing said
They'd never fight again
And when the paper was all signed
And a million copies made
They all joined hands and bowed their heads
And grateful pray'rs were prayed
And the people in the streets below
Were dancing 'round and 'round
While swords and guns and uniforms
Were scattered on the ground
Last night I had the strangest dream
I'd never dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war.
Oh the times was hard and the wages low
''Leave her, Johnny, leave her''
And the grub was bad and the gales did blow
''And it's time for us to leave her''
''(Chorus)
Leave her, Johnny, leave her
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her
For the voyage is done and the winds do blow
And it's time for us to leave her''
I thought I heard the Old Man say
You can go ashore and take your pay
Oh her stern was foul and the voyage was long
The winds was bad and the gales was strong
And we'll leave her tight and we'll leave her trim
And heave the hungry packet in
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her with a grin
For there's many a worser we've sailed in
And now it's time to say goodbye
For the old pierhead's a-drawing nigh
/***
|Name:|LessBackupsPlugin|
|Description:|Intelligently limit the number of backup files you create|
|Version:|3.0.1a|
|Date:|27-Jun-2011|
|Source:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#LessBackupsPlugin|
|Author:|Simon Baird|
|Email:|simon.baird@gmail.com|
|License:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#TheBSDLicense|
!!Description
You end up with just backup one per year, per month, per weekday, per hour, minute, and second. So total number won't exceed about 200 or so. Can be reduced by commenting out the seconds/minutes/hours line from modes array
!!Notes
Works in IE and Firefox only. Algorithm by Daniel Baird. IE specific code by by Saq Imtiaz.
***/
//{{{
var MINS = 60 * 1000;
var HOURS = 60 * MINS;
var DAYS = 24 * HOURS;
if (!config.lessBackups) {
config.lessBackups = {
// comment out the ones you don't want or set config.lessBackups.modes in your 'tweaks' plugin
modes: [
["YYYY", 365*DAYS], // one per year for ever
["MMM", 31*DAYS], // one per month
["ddd", 7*DAYS], // one per weekday
//["d0DD", 1*DAYS], // one per day of month
["h0hh", 24*HOURS], // one per hour
["m0mm", 1*HOURS], // one per minute
["s0ss", 1*MINS], // one per second
["latest",0] // always keep last version. (leave this).
]
};
}
window.getSpecialBackupPath = function(backupPath) {
var now = new Date();
var modes = config.lessBackups.modes;
for (var i=0;i<modes.length;i++) {
// the filename we will try
var specialBackupPath = backupPath.replace(/(\.)([0-9]+\.[0-9]+)(\.html)$/,
'$1'+now.formatString(modes[i][0]).toLowerCase()+'$3')
// open the file
try {
if (config.browser.isIE) {
var fsobject = new ActiveXObject("Scripting.FileSystemObject")
var fileExists = fsobject.FileExists(specialBackupPath);
if (fileExists) {
var fileObject = fsobject.GetFile(specialBackupPath);
var modDate = new Date(fileObject.DateLastModified).valueOf();
}
}
else {
netscape.security.PrivilegeManager.enablePrivilege("UniversalXPConnect");
var file = Components.classes["@mozilla.org/file/local;1"].createInstance(Components.interfaces.nsILocalFile);
file.initWithPath(specialBackupPath);
var fileExists = file.exists();
if (fileExists) {
var modDate = file.lastModifiedTime;
}
}
}
catch(e) {
// give up
return backupPath;
}
// expiry is used to tell if it's an 'old' one. Eg, if the month is June and there is a
// June file on disk that's more than an month old then it must be stale so overwrite
// note that "latest" should be always written because the expiration period is zero (see above)
var expiry = new Date(modDate + modes[i][1]);
if (!fileExists || now > expiry)
return specialBackupPath;
}
}
// hijack the core function
window.getBackupPath_mptw_orig = window.getBackupPath;
window.getBackupPath = function(localPath) {
return getSpecialBackupPath(getBackupPath_mptw_orig(localPath));
}
//}}}
From Liverpool to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went,
For to stay in that country was my good intent.
But drinkin' strong whiskey like other damn fools,
Oh, I soon got transported back to Liverpool, singin'.
''(Chorus)
And it's roll,
Roll bullies, roll!
Them Liverpool Judies have got us in tow.''
A smart Yankee packet lies out in the Bay,
A-waitin' a fair wind to get under way.
With all of her sailors so sick and so sore,
They'd drunk all their whiskey and can't get no more.
Oh, here comes the mate in a hell of a stew.
He's lookin' for work for us sailors to do.
Oh, it's "Fore tops'l halyards!" he loudly does roar,
And it's "Lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore!"
One night of Cape Horn I shall never forget,
'Tis oft-times I sighs when I think of it yet.
She was divin' bows under with her sailors all wet,
She was doin' twelve knots wid her mainskys'l set.
And now we are haulin' way on to the Line,
When I thinks of it now, sure, we had a good time.
Them sea-boys box-haulin' them yards all around
For to beat that flash packet called the //Thatcher ~MacGowan//.
And now we've arrived in the Bramleymoor Dock,
And all them flash Judies on the pierhead do flock.
The barrel's run dry and our five quid advance,
And I guess it's high time for to git up and dance.
Here's a health to the Captain wherever he may be,
A bucko on land and a bully at sea,
But as for the chief mate, the dirty ol' brute,
We hope when he dies straight to hell he'll skyhoot.
If you ask any girl from the parish around
What pleases her most from her head to her toes
She'll say, "I'm not sure that it's business of yours
But I do like to waltz with my log driver".
(Chorus)
''For he goes birling down a-down the white water
That's where the log driver learns to step lightly
It's birling down, a-down the white water
A log driver's waltz pleases girls completely.''
When the drive's nearly over, I like to go down
To see all the lads while they work on the river
I know that come evening they'll be in the town
And we all want to waltz with a log driver.
To please both my parents I've had to give way
And dance with the doctors and merchants and lawyers
Their manners are fine but their feet are of clay
And there's none can compare with my log driver.
I've had my chances with all sorts of men
But none is so fine as my lad on the river
So when the drive's over, if he asks me again
I think I will marry my log driver.
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,
Farewell, farewell to thee
~MacPherson's rant will no be long
Upon the gallows-tree
(Chorus)
''Sae rantingly, sae wantonly,
Sae dauntingly gaed he,
And he sang a tune
And danced around
Below the gallows-tree''
'Twas by a woman's treacherous hand
I was condemned to die
Beneath a ledge at a window she stood
And a blanket she threw o'er me
The Laird o' Grant, that hieland sant
That first laid hands on me
He played the cause on Peter Broon
Tae let ~MacPherson free
Untie these bands frae off my hands
And gie to me my sword
There's no' a man in all Scotland,
But I'll brave him at a word
There's some come here tae see me hanged
And some to buy my fiddle
But before I do part wi' her
I'll brak her thro' the middle
He took the fiddle in both hands
And he broke it o'er a stone.
Says,"There's nae ither hand shall play on thee
When I am dead and gone."
O little did my mother think
When first she cradled me,
That I would turn a rovin' boy
And die on the gallows tree
The reprieve was comin' o'er the brig o' Banf
Tae let ~MacPherson free,
But they set the clock a quarter past four
And hanged him tae the tree
Now you jolly sailor lads, come listen to my tale,
I'm sure you will have cause to pity me,
I was a damned young fool in the port of Liverpool,
When I called there on my first port home from sea.
''(Chorus)
And it's Maggie, Maggie May
They have taken you away
To dwell upon Van Dieman's cruel shore.
Oh, you robbed so many whalers, and dosed so many sailors
But you'll never cruise 'round Peter Street no more.''
I was staying at the Home, from a voyage to Sierre Leone,
And two-pound-ten a month was all my pay,
As I jingled with my tin, I was easy taken in,
By a little girl up there called Maggie May.
Oh, I'll never forget the day when I first met Maggie May,
She was standing on a corner at Canning Place,
In a full-sized crin-o-line, like a frigate of the line,
And as she saw I was a sailor I gave chase.
She gave me a saucy nod, and I, like a farmer's clod,
Let her take me line abreast in tow,
And under all plain sail, we ran before the gale
And to the Crow's Nest Tavern we did go
Next morning when I woke, I found that I was broke,
No shoes or shirt or trousers could I find,
When I asked her where they were, she answers "My dear sir,
They're down in Lewis' pawnshop number nine."
So to Lewis' I did go, but no clothing could I find,
And the policeman took that wicked girl away,
And the judge he guilty found her, of robbing a homeward-bounder,
And now she's doing time in Botany Bay.
She was chained and sent away from Liverpool one day,
The lads all cheered as she sailed down the bay,
And every sailor lad, he only was too glad
They'd sent that old whore out to Botany Bay.
Ver1: An old man came courting me, hey-ding-a doo-rum
An old man came courting me, me being young
An old man came courting me, all for his wife to be
Maids, when you're young, never wed an old man
Ch: For he's got no fal-doo-rum-dah fal-diddle oo-doo
He's got no fal-doo-rum-dah fal-diddle-day
He's got no fal-doo-rum-dah, lost his ding doo-re-um
Maids, when you're young, never wed an old man
Ver2: When this old man comes to bed, hey-ding-a doo-rum
When this old man comes to bed, me being young
When this old man comes to bed, he lays like a lump of lead
Maids, when you're young, never wed an old man
Chorus:
Ver3: When this old man goes to sleep, hey-ding-a doo-rum
When this old man goes to sleep, me being young
When this old man goes to sleep, out of bed I do creep
Into the arms of a handsome young man
Chorus:
Ver4: I wish this old man would die, hey-ding-a doo-rum
I wish this old man would die, me being young
I wish this old man would die, I'd make the money fly
Girls, for your sake, never wed an old man
Chorus:
Ver5: A young man is my delight, hey-ding-a doo-rum
A young man is my delight, me being young
A young man is my delight, he'll kiss you day and night
Maids, when you're young, never wed an old man
!By subject
*[[Farewell]]
*[[Exile]]
*[[Going Home]]
*[[Shipwreck]]
*[[Pirates]]
*[[Whaling]]
*[[Girls from X]]
*[[Anti-war]]
*[[Women In Disguise]]
*[[Ship-to-ship Combat]]
*[[Women Who Have Ripped Me Off]]
*[[Exile]]
*[[Tragedy]]
!By country
*[[America]]
*[[Canada]]
*[[England]]
*[[Ireland]]
*[[Scotland]]
*[[Australia]]
!By rating
*[[G]]
*[[PG]]
*[[R]]
*[[NC-17]]
SongsByTitle
SongsBySubject
SongsByRating
SongsByCountry
Chorus:
Step we gaily, on we go
Heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row on row
All for Mairi's wedding.
Over hillways up and down
Myrtle green and bracken brown,
Past the sheilings through the town
All for sake of Mairi.
Chorus
Red her cheeks as rowans are
Bright her eyes as any star,
Fairest o' them all by far
Is our darlin' Mairi.
Chorus
Plenty herring, plenty meal
Plenty peat to fill her creel,
Plenty bonny bairns as weel
That's the toast for Mairi.
Chorus
Songs that "grow" and require the group to remember an ever-longer sequence of words. Can be stretched out or trimmed at will.
Heel ya ho, boys, let her go, boys,
Heave her ho, boys, let her go, boys,
Heel ya ho, boys, let her go, boys,
Sailin' homeward to Mingulay.
What care we though white the Minch is,
What care we for wind or weather,
Let her go, boys, every inchi is,
Sailin' homeward to Mingulay.
Wives are waiting by the pier head,
Or looking seaward from the heather,
Pull her 'round, boys, then you'll anchor,
'Ere the sun sets on Mingulay.
Ships return now, heavy laden,
Mothers holdin' barins a-cryin',
They'll return though, when the sun sets,
They'll return to Mingulay.
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day
Name: MptwBlack
Background: #000
Foreground: #fff
PrimaryPale: #333
PrimaryLight: #555
PrimaryMid: #888
PrimaryDark: #aaa
SecondaryPale: #111
SecondaryLight: #222
SecondaryMid: #555
SecondaryDark: #888
TertiaryPale: #222
TertiaryLight: #666
TertiaryMid: #888
TertiaryDark: #aaa
Error: #300
Name: MptwBlue
Background: #fff
Foreground: #000
PrimaryPale: #cdf
PrimaryLight: #57c
PrimaryMid: #114
PrimaryDark: #012
SecondaryPale: #ffc
SecondaryLight: #fe8
SecondaryMid: #db4
SecondaryDark: #841
TertiaryPale: #eee
TertiaryLight: #ccc
TertiaryMid: #999
TertiaryDark: #666
Error: #f88
//{{{
// Pretty sure this is incomplete and experimental
// TODO: Fix it or remove it.
(function($){
merge(config.macros,{
mptwCollapse: {
handler: function(place,macroName,params) {
createTiddlyButton(place, params[0] == '+' ? '\u25AD' : '\u25AC', 'collapse/uncollapse', function(){
$(story.findContainingTiddler(place)).toggleClass('collapsed');
});
}
}
});
/* this doesn't work unless you have a modified ViewTempate */
config.shadowTiddlers["MptwCollapsePluginStyles"] = ""
+".collapsed .uncollapsedView { display:none; }"
+".collapsedView { display:none; }"
+".collapsed .collapsedView { display:block; }"
+".tiddler.collapsed { padding-bottom:1em; }"
+".tiddler.collapsed .title { font-size:100%; }"
;
store.addNotification("MptwCollapsePluginStyles",refreshStyles);
})(jQuery);
//}}}
/***
|Name:|MptwConfigPlugin|
|Description:|Miscellaneous tweaks used by MPTW|
|Version:|1.0a|
|Date:|27-Jun-2011|
|Source:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#MptwConfigPlugin|
|Author:|Simon Baird <simon.baird@gmail.com>|
|License:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#MptwConfigPlugin|
!!Note: instead of editing this you should put overrides in MptwUserConfigPlugin
***/
//{{{
var originalReadOnly = readOnly;
var originalShowBackstage = showBackstage;
config.options.chkHttpReadOnly = false; // means web visitors can experiment with your site by clicking edit
readOnly = false; // needed because the above doesn't work any more post 2.1 (??)
showBackstage = true; // show backstage for same reason
config.options.chkInsertTabs = true; // tab inserts a tab when editing a tiddler
config.views.wikified.defaultText = ""; // don't need message when a tiddler doesn't exist
config.views.editor.defaultText = ""; // don't need message when creating a new tiddler
config.options.chkSaveBackups = true; // do save backups
config.options.txtBackupFolder = 'twbackup'; // put backups in a backups folder
config.options.chkAutoSave = (window.location.protocol == "file:"); // do autosave if we're in local file
config.mptwVersion = "2.7.3";
config.macros.mptwVersion={handler:function(place){wikify(config.mptwVersion,place);}};
if (config.options.txtTheme == '')
config.options.txtTheme = 'MptwTheme';
// add to default GettingStarted
config.shadowTiddlers.GettingStarted += "\n\nSee also [[MPTW]].";
// add select theme and palette controls in default OptionsPanel
config.shadowTiddlers.OptionsPanel = config.shadowTiddlers.OptionsPanel.replace(/(\n\-\-\-\-\nAlso see \[\[AdvancedOptions\]\])/, "{{select{<<selectTheme>>\n<<selectPalette>>}}}$1");
// these are used by ViewTemplate
config.mptwDateFormat = 'DD/MM/YY';
config.mptwJournalFormat = 'Journal DD/MM/YY';
//}}}
Name: MptwGreen
Background: #fff
Foreground: #000
PrimaryPale: #9b9
PrimaryLight: #385
PrimaryMid: #031
PrimaryDark: #020
SecondaryPale: #ffc
SecondaryLight: #fe8
SecondaryMid: #db4
SecondaryDark: #841
TertiaryPale: #eee
TertiaryLight: #ccc
TertiaryMid: #999
TertiaryDark: #666
Error: #f88
Name: MptwRed
Background: #fff
Foreground: #000
PrimaryPale: #eaa
PrimaryLight: #c55
PrimaryMid: #711
PrimaryDark: #500
SecondaryPale: #ffc
SecondaryLight: #fe8
SecondaryMid: #db4
SecondaryDark: #841
TertiaryPale: #eee
TertiaryLight: #ccc
TertiaryMid: #999
TertiaryDark: #666
Error: #f88
|Name|MptwRounded|
|Description|Mptw Theme with some rounded corners (Firefox only)|
|ViewTemplate|MptwTheme##ViewTemplate|
|EditTemplate|MptwTheme##EditTemplate|
|PageTemplate|MptwTheme##PageTemplate|
|StyleSheet|##StyleSheet|
!StyleSheet
/*{{{*/
[[MptwTheme##StyleSheet]]
.tiddler,
.sliderPanel,
.button,
.tiddlyLink,
.tabContents
{ -moz-border-radius: 1em; }
.tab {
-moz-border-radius-topleft: 0.5em;
-moz-border-radius-topright: 0.5em;
}
#topMenu {
-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 2em;
-moz-border-radius-bottomright: 2em;
}
/*}}}*/
Name: MptwSmoke
Background: #fff
Foreground: #000
PrimaryPale: #aaa
PrimaryLight: #777
PrimaryMid: #111
PrimaryDark: #000
SecondaryPale: #ffc
SecondaryLight: #fe8
SecondaryMid: #db4
SecondaryDark: #841
TertiaryPale: #eee
TertiaryLight: #ccc
TertiaryMid: #999
TertiaryDark: #666
Error: #f88
|Name|MptwStandard|
|Description|Mptw Theme with the default TiddlyWiki PageLayout and Styles|
|ViewTemplate|MptwTheme##ViewTemplate|
|EditTemplate|MptwTheme##EditTemplate|
Name: MptwTeal
Background: #fff
Foreground: #000
PrimaryPale: #B5D1DF
PrimaryLight: #618FA9
PrimaryMid: #1a3844
PrimaryDark: #000
SecondaryPale: #ffc
SecondaryLight: #fe8
SecondaryMid: #db4
SecondaryDark: #841
TertiaryPale: #f8f8f8
TertiaryLight: #bbb
TertiaryMid: #999
TertiaryDark: #888
Error: #f88
|Name|MptwTheme|
|Description|Mptw Theme including custom PageLayout|
|PageTemplate|##PageTemplate|
|ViewTemplate|##ViewTemplate|
|EditTemplate|##EditTemplate|
|StyleSheet|##StyleSheet|
http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#MptwTheme ($Rev: 1829 $)
!PageTemplate
<!--{{{-->
<div class='header' macro='gradient vert [[ColorPalette::PrimaryLight]] [[ColorPalette::PrimaryMid]]'>
<div class='headerShadow'>
<span class='siteTitle' refresh='content' tiddler='SiteTitle'></span>
<span class='siteSubtitle' refresh='content' tiddler='SiteSubtitle'></span>
</div>
<div class='headerForeground'>
<span class='siteTitle' refresh='content' tiddler='SiteTitle'></span>
<span class='siteSubtitle' refresh='content' tiddler='SiteSubtitle'></span>
</div>
</div>
<!-- horizontal MainMenu -->
<div id='topMenu' refresh='content' tiddler='MainMenu'></div>
<!-- original MainMenu menu -->
<!-- <div id='mainMenu' refresh='content' tiddler='MainMenu'></div> -->
<div id='sidebar'>
<div id='sidebarOptions' refresh='content' tiddler='SideBarOptions'></div>
<div id='sidebarTabs' refresh='content' force='true' tiddler='SideBarTabs'></div>
</div>
<div id='displayArea'>
<div id='messageArea'></div>
<div id='tiddlerDisplay'></div>
</div>
<!--}}}-->
!ViewTemplate
<!--{{{-->
<div class="uncollapsedView">
[[MptwTheme##ViewTemplateToolbar]]
<div class="tagglyTagged" macro="tags"></div>
<div class='titleContainer'>
<span class='title' macro='view title'></span>
<span macro="miniTag"></span>
</div>
<div class='subtitle'>
(updated <span macro='view modified date {{config.mptwDateFormat?config.mptwDateFormat:"MM/0DD/YY"}}'></span>
by <span macro='view modifier link'></span>)
<!--
(<span macro='message views.wikified.createdPrompt'></span>
<span macro='view created date {{config.mptwDateFormat?config.mptwDateFormat:"MM/0DD/YY"}}'></span>)
-->
</div>
<div macro="showWhen tiddler.tags.containsAny(['css','html','pre','systemConfig']) && !tiddler.text.match('{{'+'{')">
<div class='viewer'><pre macro='view text'></pre></div>
</div>
<div macro="else">
<div class='viewer' macro='view text wikified'></div>
</div>
<div class="tagglyTagging" macro="tagglyTagging"></div>
</div>
<div class="collapsedView">
<span class='toolbar'>
<span macro='toolbar closeTiddler'></span>
<span macro='mptwCollapse +'></span>
</span>
<span class='title' macro='view title'></span>
</div>
<!--}}}-->
!ViewTemplateToolbar
<!--{{{-->
<div class='toolbar'>
<span macro="showWhenTagged systemConfig">
<span macro="toggleTag systemConfigDisable . '[[disable|systemConfigDisable]]'"></span>
</span>
<span macro="showWhenTagged systemTheme"><span macro="applyTheme"></span></span>
<span macro="showWhenTagged systemPalette"><span macro="applyPalette"></span></span>
<span macro="showWhen tiddler.tags.contains('css') || tiddler.title == 'StyleSheet'"><span macro="refreshAll"></span></span>
<span style="padding:1em;"></span>
<span macro='toolbar closeTiddler closeOthers +editTiddler deleteTiddler > fields syncing permalink references jump'></span> <span macro='newHere label:"new here"'></span>
<span macro='newJournalHere {{config.mptwJournalFormat?config.mptwJournalFormat:"MM/0DD/YY"}}'></span>
<!--span macro='mptwCollapse -'></span-->
</div>
<!--}}}-->
!EditTemplate
<!--{{{-->
<div class="toolbar" macro="toolbar +saveTiddler saveCloseTiddler closeOthers -cancelTiddler cancelCloseTiddler deleteTiddler"></div>
<div class="title" macro="view title"></div>
<div class="editLabel">Title</div><div class="editor" macro="edit title"></div>
<div macro='annotations'></div>
<div class="editLabel">Content</div><div class="editor" macro="edit text"></div>
<div class="editLabel">Tags</div><div class="editor" macro="edit tags"></div>
<div class="editorFooter"><span macro="message views.editor.tagPrompt"></span><span macro="tagChooser"></span></div>
<!--}}}-->
!StyleSheet
/*{{{*/
/* a contrasting background so I can see where one tiddler ends and the other begins */
body {
background: [[ColorPalette::TertiaryLight]];
}
/* sexy colours and font for the header */
.headerForeground {
color: [[ColorPalette::PrimaryPale]];
}
.headerShadow, .headerShadow a {
color: [[ColorPalette::PrimaryMid]];
}
/* separate the top menu parts */
.headerForeground, .headerShadow {
padding: 1em 1em 0;
}
.headerForeground, .headerShadow {
font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;
font-weight:bold;
}
.headerForeground .siteSubtitle {
color: [[ColorPalette::PrimaryLight]];
}
.headerShadow .siteSubtitle {
color: [[ColorPalette::PrimaryMid]];
}
/* make shadow go and down right instead of up and left */
.headerShadow {
left: 1px;
top: 1px;
}
/* prefer monospace for editing */
.editor textarea, .editor input {
font-family: 'Consolas', monospace;
background-color:[[ColorPalette::TertiaryPale]];
}
/* sexy tiddler titles */
.title {
font-size: 250%;
color: [[ColorPalette::PrimaryLight]];
font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;
}
/* more subtle tiddler subtitle */
.subtitle {
padding:0px;
margin:0px;
padding-left:1em;
font-size: 90%;
color: [[ColorPalette::TertiaryMid]];
}
.subtitle .tiddlyLink {
color: [[ColorPalette::TertiaryMid]];
}
/* a little bit of extra whitespace */
.viewer {
padding-bottom:3px;
}
/* don't want any background color for headings */
h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 {
background-color: transparent;
color: [[ColorPalette::Foreground]];
}
/* give tiddlers 3d style border and explicit background */
.tiddler {
background: [[ColorPalette::Background]];
border-right: 2px [[ColorPalette::TertiaryMid]] solid;
border-bottom: 2px [[ColorPalette::TertiaryMid]] solid;
margin-bottom: 1em;
padding:1em 2em 2em 1.5em;
}
/* make options slider look nicer */
#sidebarOptions .sliderPanel {
border:solid 1px [[ColorPalette::PrimaryLight]];
}
/* the borders look wrong with the body background */
#sidebar .button {
border-style: none;
}
/* this means you can put line breaks in SidebarOptions for readability */
#sidebarOptions br {
display:none;
}
/* undo the above in OptionsPanel */
#sidebarOptions .sliderPanel br {
display:inline;
}
/* horizontal main menu stuff */
#displayArea {
margin: 1em 15.7em 0em 1em; /* use the freed up space */
}
#topMenu br {
display: none;
}
#topMenu {
background: [[ColorPalette::PrimaryMid]];
color:[[ColorPalette::PrimaryPale]];
}
#topMenu {
padding:2px;
}
#topMenu .button, #topMenu .tiddlyLink, #topMenu a {
margin-left: 0.5em;
margin-right: 0.5em;
padding-left: 3px;
padding-right: 3px;
color: [[ColorPalette::PrimaryPale]];
font-size: 115%;
}
#topMenu .button:hover, #topMenu .tiddlyLink:hover {
background: [[ColorPalette::PrimaryDark]];
}
/* make 2.2 act like 2.1 with the invisible buttons */
.toolbar {
visibility:hidden;
}
.selected .toolbar {
visibility:visible;
}
/* experimental. this is a little borked in IE7 with the button
* borders but worth it I think for the extra screen realestate */
.toolbar { float:right; }
/* fix for TaggerPlugin. from sb56637. improved by FND */
.popup li .tagger a {
display:inline;
}
/* makes theme selector look a little better */
#sidebarOptions .sliderPanel .select .button {
padding:0.5em;
display:block;
}
#sidebarOptions .sliderPanel .select br {
display:none;
}
/* make it print a little cleaner */
@media print {
#topMenu {
display: none ! important;
}
/* not sure if we need all the importants */
.tiddler {
border-style: none ! important;
margin:0px ! important;
padding:0px ! important;
padding-bottom:2em ! important;
}
.tagglyTagging .button, .tagglyTagging .hidebutton {
display: none ! important;
}
.headerShadow {
visibility: hidden ! important;
}
.tagglyTagged .quickopentag, .tagged .quickopentag {
border-style: none ! important;
}
.quickopentag a.button, .miniTag {
display: none ! important;
}
}
/* get user styles specified in StyleSheet */
[[StyleSheet]]
/*}}}*/
|Name|MptwTrim|
|Description|Mptw Theme with a reduced header to increase useful space|
|ViewTemplate|MptwTheme##ViewTemplate|
|EditTemplate|MptwTheme##EditTemplate|
|StyleSheet|MptwTheme##StyleSheet|
|PageTemplate|##PageTemplate|
!PageTemplate
<!--{{{-->
<!-- horizontal MainMenu -->
<div id='topMenu' macro='gradient vert [[ColorPalette::PrimaryLight]] [[ColorPalette::PrimaryMid]]'>
<span refresh='content' tiddler='SiteTitle' style="padding-left:1em;font-weight:bold;"></span>:
<span refresh='content' tiddler='MainMenu'></span>
</div>
<div id='sidebar'>
<div id='sidebarOptions'>
<div refresh='content' tiddler='SideBarOptions'></div>
<div style="margin-left:0.1em;"
macro='slider chkTabSliderPanel SideBarTabs {{"tabs \u00bb"}} "Show Timeline, All, Tags, etc"'></div>
</div>
</div>
<div id='displayArea'>
<div id='messageArea'></div>
<div id='tiddlerDisplay'></div>
</div>
/***
|Description:|A place to put your config tweaks so they aren't overwritten when you upgrade MPTW|
See http://www.tiddlywiki.org/wiki/Configuration_Options for other options you can set. In some cases where there are clashes with other plugins it might help to rename this to zzMptwUserConfigPlugin so it gets executed last.
***/
//{{{
// example: set your preferred date format
//config.mptwDateFormat = 'MM/0DD/YY';
//config.mptwJournalFormat = 'Journal MM/0DD/YY';
// example: set the theme you want to start with
//config.options.txtTheme = 'MptwRoundTheme';
// example: switch off autosave, switch on backups and set a backup folder
//config.options.chkSaveBackups = true;
//config.options.chkAutoSave = false;
//config.options.txtBackupFolder = 'backups';
// uncomment to disable 'new means new' functionality for the new journal macro
//config.newMeansNewForJournalsToo = false;
//}}}
Obscene and/or deliberately offensive. You would rather die than sing these songs in front of your children, colleagues, or grandmother. Clear out all the mundanes in a three-mile radius before singing these songs.
As I walked down the Broadway
One evening in July
I met a maid who asked me trade
And a sailor John says I
''(Chorus)
And away, Santee
My dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?''
To Tiffany's I took her
I did not mind expense
I bought her two gold earrings
And they cost me fifteen cents
Says she, 'You Limejuice sailor
Now see me home you may'
But when we reached her cottage door
She this to me did say
My flash man he's a Yankee
With his hair cut short behind
He wears a pair of long sea-boots
And he sails in the Blackball Line
He's homeward bound this evening
And with me he will stay
So get a move on, sailor-boy
Get cracking on your way
So I kissed her hard and proper
Afore her flash man came
And fare ye well, me Bowery gal
I know your little game
I wrapped me glad rags round me
And to the docks did steer
I'll never court another maid
I'll stick to rum and beer
I joined a Yankee blood-boat
And sailed away next morn
Don't ever fool around with gals
You're safer off Cape Horn!
/***
|Name:|NewHerePlugin|
|Description:|Creates the new here and new journal macros|
|Version:|3.0a|
|Date:|27-Jun-2011|
|Source:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#NewHerePlugin|
|Author:|Simon Baird <simon.baird@gmail.com>|
|License|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#TheBSDLicense|
***/
//{{{
merge(config.macros, {
newHere: {
handler: function(place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
wikify("<<newTiddler "+paramString+" tag:[["+tiddler.title+"]]>>",place,null,tiddler);
}
},
newJournalHere: {
handler: function(place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
wikify("<<newJournal "+paramString+" tag:[["+tiddler.title+"]]>>",place,null,tiddler);
}
}
});
//}}}
/***
|Name:|NewMeansNewPlugin|
|Description:|If 'New Tiddler' already exists then create 'New Tiddler (1)' and so on|
|Version:|1.1.1a|
|Date:|27-Jun-2011|
|Source:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/empty.html#NewMeansNewPlugin|
|Author:|Simon Baird <simon.baird@gmail.com>|
|License|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#TheBSDLicense|
!!Note: I think this should be in the core
***/
//{{{
// change this or set config.newMeansNewForJournalsToo it in MptwUuserConfigPlugin
if (config.newMeansNewForJournalsToo == undefined) config.newMeansNewForJournalsToo = true;
String.prototype.getNextFreeName = function() {
numberRegExp = / \(([0-9]+)\)$/;
var match = numberRegExp.exec(this);
if (match) {
var num = parseInt(match[1]) + 1;
return this.replace(numberRegExp," ("+num+")");
}
else {
return this + " (1)";
}
}
config.macros.newTiddler.checkForUnsaved = function(newName) {
var r = false;
story.forEachTiddler(function(title,element) {
if (title == newName)
r = true;
});
return r;
}
config.macros.newTiddler.getName = function(newName) {
while (store.getTiddler(newName) || config.macros.newTiddler.checkForUnsaved(newName))
newName = newName.getNextFreeName();
return newName;
}
config.macros.newTiddler.onClickNewTiddler = function()
{
var title = this.getAttribute("newTitle");
if(this.getAttribute("isJournal") == "true") {
title = new Date().formatString(title.trim());
}
// ---- these three lines should be the only difference between this and the core onClickNewTiddler
if (config.newMeansNewForJournalsToo || this.getAttribute("isJournal") != "true")
title = config.macros.newTiddler.getName(title);
var params = this.getAttribute("params");
var tags = params ? params.split("|") : [];
var focus = this.getAttribute("newFocus");
var template = this.getAttribute("newTemplate");
var customFields = this.getAttribute("customFields");
if(!customFields && !store.isShadowTiddler(title))
customFields = String.encodeHashMap(config.defaultCustomFields);
story.displayTiddler(null,title,template,false,null,null);
var tiddlerElem = story.getTiddler(title);
if(customFields)
story.addCustomFields(tiddlerElem,customFields);
var text = this.getAttribute("newText");
if(typeof text == "string")
story.getTiddlerField(title,"text").value = text.format([title]);
for(var t=0;t<tags.length;t++)
story.setTiddlerTag(title,tags[t],+1);
story.focusTiddler(title,focus);
return false;
};
//}}}
''(Chorus)
Ah, for just one time
I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the Hand of Franklin
Reaching for the Beaufort Sea
Tracing one warm line
Through a land so wide and savage
And take the Northwest Passage to the sea.''
Westward from the Davis Strait 'tis there 'twas said to lie
The sea route to the Orient for which so many died;
Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones
And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones.
Three centuries thereafter, I take passage overland
In the footsteps of brave Kelso, where his "sea of flowers" began
Watching cities rise before me, then behind me sink again
This tardiest explorer, driving hard across the plain.
And through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west
I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest
Who cracked the mountain ramparts and did show a path for me
To race the roaring Fraser to the sea.
How then am I so different from the first men through this way?
Like them, I left a settled life, I threw it all away.
To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men
To find there but the road back home again.
Where hast thou been since I saw thee?
''On Ilkley Moor baht 'at''
Where hast thou been since I saw thee?
Where hast thou been since I saw thee?
''On Ilkley Moor baht 'at,''
''On Ilkley Moor baht 'at,''
''On Ilkley Moor baht 'at!''
Tha's been a-coorting Mary Jane...
Tha'll go an' catch thy death of cold...
Then us'll have to bury thee...
Then woorms will coom and et thee oop...
Then dooks will coom and et up woorms...
Then us'll coom and et up dooks...
Then us'll have oor owen back...
You'd teach this song to your teenaged children, but maybe not to your grade-schoolers. Language; songs about sensual pleasures; songs where people are killed.
'Twas a cold an' dreary mornin' in December,
''December''
An' all of me money it was spent
''Spent, spent''
Where it went to Lord I can't remember
''Remember''
So down to the shippin' office went,
''Went, went''
''(Chorus)
Paddy, lay back (Paddy, lay back)!
Take in yer slack (take in yer slack)!
Take a turn around the capstan - heave a pawl - heave a pawl!
'Bout ship, stations, boys, be handy (be handy)!
We're off for Valparaiso 'round the Horn!''
That day there wuz a great demand for sailors
For the Colonies and for 'Frisco and for France
So I shipped aboard a Limey barque the //Hotspur//
An' got paralytic drunk on my advance
Now I joined her on a cold December mornin',
A-frappin' o' me flippers to keep me warm.
With the south cone a-hoisted as a warnin',
To stand by the comin' 0' a storm.
Now some of our fellers had bin drinkin',
An' I meself wuz heavy on the booze;
An' I wuz on me ol' sea-chest a-thinkin'
I'd turn into me bunk an' have a snooze.
I woke up in the mornin' sick an' sore,
An' knew I wuz outward bound again;
When I heard a voice a-bawlin' at the door,
'Lay aft, men, an' answer to yer names!'
'Twas on the quarterdeck where first I saw 'em,
Such an ugly bunch I'd niver seen afore;
For there wuz a bum an' stiff from every quarter,
An' it made me poor ol' heart feel sick an' sore.
There wuz Spaniards an' Dutchmen an' Rooshians,
An' Johnny Crapoos jist acrosst from France;
An' most o' 'em couldn't speak a word o' English,
But answered to the name of 'Month's Advance'.
I wisht I wuz in the 'Jolly Sailor',
Along with Irish Kate a-drinkin' beer;
An' then I thought what jolly chaps were sailors,
An' with me flipper I wiped away a tear.
I knew that in me box I had a bottle,
By the boardin'-master 'twas put there;
An' I wanted something for to wet me throttle,
Somethin' for to drive away dull care.
So down upon me knees I went like thunder,
Put me hand into the bottom o' the box,
An' what wuz me great surprise an' wonder,
Found only a bottle o' medicine for the pox.
I felt that I should skip an' join another,
'Twas plain that I had joined a lousy bitch;
But the chances wuz that I might join a worser,
An' we might git through the voyage without a hitch.
I axed the mate a-which a-watch wuz mine-O,
Sez he, 'I'II soon pick out a-which is which';
An' he blowed me down an' kicked me hard a-stern-O,
Callin' me a lousy, dirty son-o'-a-bitch.
Now we singled up an' got the tugs alongside,
They towed us through the locks an' out to sea;
With half the crew a-pukin' o'er the ship's side,
An' the bloody fun that started sickened me.
Although me poor ol' head wuz all a-jumpin',
We had to loose her rags the followin' morn;
I dreamt the boardin'-master I wuz thumpin',
When I found out he'd sent me around the Horn.
I swore I would become a beachie-comber,
An' niver go to sea no ruddy more;
For niver did I want to be a roamer ,
I'd shanghai the boardin'-master an' stay ashore.
But when we got to bully ol' Vallaparaiser,
In the Bay we dropped our mud hook far from shore;
The ol' Man he refused ter let us raise 'er,
An' he stopped the boardin'-masters comin' aboard.
I quickly made me mind up that I'd jump 'er,
I'd leave the beggar an' git a job ashore;
I swum across the Bay an' went an' left 'er,
An' in the English Bar I found a whore.
But Jimmy the Wop he knew a thing or two, sir,
An' soon he'd shipped me outward bound again;
On a Limey to the Chinchas for guanner, boys,
An' soon was I a-roarin' this refrain.
So there wuz I once more again at sea, boys,
The same ol' ruddy business over again;
Oh, stamp the caps'n round an' make some noise, boys,
An' sing again this dear ol' sweet refrain.
In eighteen hundred and forty-one,
I put my corduroy breeches on,
I put my corduroy breeches on
To work upon the railway.
The railway,
I'm weary of the railway
Oh, Paddy works on the railway.
In eighteen hundred and forty-two,
I left the old world for the new,
Bad cess to the luck that brought me through
To work upon the railway.
In eighteen hundred and forty-three
'Twas then I met sweet Biddy McGee
An elegant wife she's been to me
While working on the railway.
In eighteen hundred and forty-five,
I thought myself more dead than alive,
I thought myself more dead than alive
While working on the railway.
It's "Pat do this" and "Pat do that,"
Without a stocking or cravat,
Nothing but an old straw hat
While Pat worked on the railway.
In eighteen hundred and forty-seven,
Sweet Biddy McGee she went to heaven,
If she left one kid, she left eleven,
To work upon the railway.
In eighteen hundred and forty-eight,
I learned to drink me whiskey straight,
It's an elegant drink that can't be beat
For working on the railway.
/***
|Name:|PrettyDatesPlugin|
|Description:|Provides a new date format ('pppp') that displays times such as '2 days ago'|
|Version:|1.0a|
|Date:|27-Jun-2011|
|Source:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#PrettyDatesPlugin|
|Author:|Simon Baird <simon.baird@gmail.com>|
|License:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#TheBSDLicense|
!!Notes
* If you want to you can rename this plugin. :) Some suggestions: LastUpdatedPlugin, RelativeDatesPlugin, SmartDatesPlugin, SexyDatesPlugin.
* Inspired by http://ejohn.org/files/pretty.js
***/
//{{{
Date.prototype.prettyDate = function() {
var diff = (((new Date()).getTime() - this.getTime()) / 1000);
var day_diff = Math.floor(diff / 86400);
if (isNaN(day_diff)) return "";
else if (diff < 0) return "in the future";
else if (diff < 60) return "just now";
else if (diff < 120) return "1 minute ago";
else if (diff < 3600) return Math.floor(diff/60) + " minutes ago";
else if (diff < 7200) return "1 hour ago";
else if (diff < 86400) return Math.floor(diff/3600) + " hours ago";
else if (day_diff == 1) return "Yesterday";
else if (day_diff < 7) return day_diff + " days ago";
else if (day_diff < 14) return "a week ago";
else if (day_diff < 31) return Math.ceil(day_diff/7) + " weeks ago";
else if (day_diff < 62) return "a month ago";
else if (day_diff < 365) return "about " + Math.ceil(day_diff/31) + " months ago";
else if (day_diff < 730) return "a year ago";
else return Math.ceil(day_diff/365) + " years ago";
}
Date.prototype.formatString_orig_mptw = Date.prototype.formatString;
Date.prototype.formatString = function(template) {
return this.formatString_orig_mptw(template).replace(/pppp/,this.prettyDate());
}
// for MPTW. otherwise edit your ViewTemplate as required.
// config.mptwDateFormat = 'pppp (DD/MM/YY)';
config.mptwDateFormat = 'pppp';
//}}}
Gentle men it is my duty
To inform you of one beauty
Though I'd ask you of a favor,
Not to seek her for a while
Though I own she is a creature
Of character and feature
No words can paint the picture
of the Queen of all Argyll.
''(Chorus)
And if you could have seen her there,
Boys if you had just been there
The swan was in her movement,
And the morning in her smile.
All the roses in the garden,
They bow and ask her pardon
For not one could match the beauty
Of the queen of all Argyll.''
On that evening that I mention,
I passed with light intention
Through a part of our dear country
Known for beauty and for style
Being a place of noble thinkers,
Of scholars and great drinkers
But above them all for splendour
Shone the Queen of all Argyll
So my lads my needs must leave you,
My intention's not to grieve you
Nor indeed would I decieve you,
Oh I'll see you in a while
I must find some way to gain her,
To court her and to tame her
I fear my heart's in danger
From the Queen of all Argyll
/***
|Name:|QuickOpenTagPlugin|
|Description:|Changes tag links to make it easier to open tags as tiddlers|
|Version:|3.0.1a|
|Date:|27-Jun-2011|
|Source:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#QuickOpenTagPlugin|
|Author:|Simon Baird <simon.baird@gmail.com>|
|License:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#TheBSDLicense|
***/
//{{{
config.quickOpenTag = {
dropdownChar: (document.all ? "\u25bc" : "\u25be"), // the little one doesn't work in IE?
createTagButton: function(place,tag,excludeTiddler) {
// little hack so we can do this: <<tag PrettyTagName|RealTagName>>
var splitTag = tag.split("|");
var pretty = tag;
if (splitTag.length == 2) {
tag = splitTag[1];
pretty = splitTag[0];
}
var sp = createTiddlyElement(place,"span",null,"quickopentag");
createTiddlyText(createTiddlyLink(sp,tag,false),pretty);
var theTag = createTiddlyButton(sp,config.quickOpenTag.dropdownChar,
config.views.wikified.tag.tooltip.format([tag]),onClickTag);
theTag.setAttribute("tag",tag);
if (excludeTiddler)
theTag.setAttribute("tiddler",excludeTiddler);
return(theTag);
},
miniTagHandler: function(place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
var tagged = store.getTaggedTiddlers(tiddler.title);
if (tagged.length > 0) {
var theTag = createTiddlyButton(place,config.quickOpenTag.dropdownChar,
config.views.wikified.tag.tooltip.format([tiddler.title]),onClickTag);
theTag.setAttribute("tag",tiddler.title);
theTag.className = "miniTag";
}
},
allTagsHandler: function(place,macroName,params) {
var tags = store.getTags(params[0]);
var filter = params[1]; // new feature
var ul = createTiddlyElement(place,"ul");
if(tags.length == 0)
createTiddlyElement(ul,"li",null,"listTitle",this.noTags);
for(var t=0; t<tags.length; t++) {
var title = tags[t][0];
if (!filter || (title.match(new RegExp('^'+filter)))) {
var info = getTiddlyLinkInfo(title);
var theListItem =createTiddlyElement(ul,"li");
var theLink = createTiddlyLink(theListItem,tags[t][0],true);
var theCount = " (" + tags[t][1] + ")";
theLink.appendChild(document.createTextNode(theCount));
var theDropDownBtn = createTiddlyButton(theListItem," " +
config.quickOpenTag.dropdownChar,this.tooltip.format([tags[t][0]]),onClickTag);
theDropDownBtn.setAttribute("tag",tags[t][0]);
}
}
},
// todo fix these up a bit
styles: [
"/*{{{*/",
"/* created by QuickOpenTagPlugin */",
".tagglyTagged .quickopentag, .tagged .quickopentag ",
" { margin-right:1.2em; border:1px solid #eee; padding:2px; padding-right:0px; padding-left:1px; }",
".quickopentag .tiddlyLink { padding:2px; padding-left:3px; }",
".quickopentag a.button { padding:1px; padding-left:2px; padding-right:2px;}",
"/* extra specificity to make it work right */",
"#displayArea .viewer .quickopentag a.button, ",
"#displayArea .viewer .quickopentag a.tiddyLink, ",
"#mainMenu .quickopentag a.tiddyLink, ",
"#mainMenu .quickopentag a.tiddyLink ",
" { border:0px solid black; }",
"#displayArea .viewer .quickopentag a.button, ",
"#mainMenu .quickopentag a.button ",
" { margin-left:0px; padding-left:2px; }",
"#displayArea .viewer .quickopentag a.tiddlyLink, ",
"#mainMenu .quickopentag a.tiddlyLink ",
" { margin-right:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-left:0px; margin-left:0px; }",
"a.miniTag {font-size:150%;} ",
"#mainMenu .quickopentag a.button ",
" /* looks better in right justified main menus */",
" { margin-left:0px; padding-left:2px; margin-right:0px; padding-right:0px; }",
"#topMenu .quickopentag { padding:0px; margin:0px; border:0px; }",
"#topMenu .quickopentag .tiddlyLink { padding-right:1px; margin-right:0px; }",
"#topMenu .quickopentag .button { padding-left:1px; margin-left:0px; border:0px; }",
"/*}}}*/",
""].join("\n"),
init: function() {
// we fully replace these builtins. can't hijack them easily
window.createTagButton = this.createTagButton;
config.macros.allTags.handler = this.allTagsHandler;
config.macros.miniTag = { handler: this.miniTagHandler };
config.shadowTiddlers["QuickOpenTagStyles"] = this.styles;
store.addNotification("QuickOpenTagStyles",refreshStyles);
}
}
config.quickOpenTag.init();
//}}}
You wouldn't teach your kids these songs until they were in college. You fear getting drunk enough at the office Christmas party to sing them.
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.
Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever.
'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.
Chorus
It's not for the parting that my sister pains
It's not for the grief of my mother
'Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever.
Chorus
Related: [[Loch Lomond]]
/***
|Name:|RenameTagsPlugin|
|Description:|Allows you to easily rename or delete tags across multiple tiddlers|
|Version:|3.0a|
|Date:|27-Jun-2011|
|Source:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#RenameTagsPlugin|
|Author:|Simon Baird <simon.baird@gmail.com>|
|License|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#TheBSDLicense|
Rename a tag and you will be prompted to rename it in all its tagged tiddlers.
***/
//{{{
config.renameTags = {
prompts: {
rename: "Rename the tag '%0' to '%1' in %2 tidder%3?",
remove: "Remove the tag '%0' from %1 tidder%2?"
},
removeTag: function(tag,tiddlers) {
store.suspendNotifications();
for (var i=0;i<tiddlers.length;i++) {
store.setTiddlerTag(tiddlers[i].title,false,tag);
}
store.resumeNotifications();
store.notifyAll();
},
renameTag: function(oldTag,newTag,tiddlers) {
store.suspendNotifications();
for (var i=0;i<tiddlers.length;i++) {
store.setTiddlerTag(tiddlers[i].title,false,oldTag); // remove old
store.setTiddlerTag(tiddlers[i].title,true,newTag); // add new
}
store.resumeNotifications();
store.notifyAll();
},
storeMethods: {
saveTiddler_orig_renameTags: TiddlyWiki.prototype.saveTiddler,
saveTiddler: function(title,newTitle,newBody,modifier,modified,tags,fields,clearChangeCount,created,creator) {
if (title != newTitle) {
var tagged = this.getTaggedTiddlers(title);
if (tagged.length > 0) {
// then we are renaming a tag
if (confirm(config.renameTags.prompts.rename.format([title,newTitle,tagged.length,tagged.length>1?"s":""])))
config.renameTags.renameTag(title,newTitle,tagged);
if (!this.tiddlerExists(title) && newBody == "")
// dont create unwanted tiddler
return null;
}
}
return this.saveTiddler_orig_renameTags(title,newTitle,newBody,modifier,modified,tags,fields,clearChangeCount,created,creator);
},
removeTiddler_orig_renameTags: TiddlyWiki.prototype.removeTiddler,
removeTiddler: function(title) {
var tagged = this.getTaggedTiddlers(title);
if (tagged.length > 0)
if (confirm(config.renameTags.prompts.remove.format([title,tagged.length,tagged.length>1?"s":""])))
config.renameTags.removeTag(title,tagged);
return this.removeTiddler_orig_renameTags(title);
}
},
init: function() {
merge(TiddlyWiki.prototype,this.storeMethods);
}
}
config.renameTags.init();
//}}}
These songs have a "response" to sing during verses. They may have a [[Chorus]] or [[No Chorus]].
Oh, a drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm,
Oh, a drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm,
Oh, a drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm,
An' we'll all hang on behind!
So we'll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
An' we'll roll the golden chariot along!
So we'll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
An' we'll all hang on behind!
Oh, a plate of Irish stew wouldn't do us any harm,
Oh, a plate of Irish stew wouldn't do us any harm,
Oh, a plate of Irish stew wouldn't do us any harm,
An' we'll all hang on behind!
So we'll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
An' we'll roll the golden chariot along!
So we'll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
An' we'll all hang on behind!
Oh, a nice fat cook wouldn't do us any harm.
Oh, a roll in the clover wouldn't do us any harm.
Oh, a long spell in gaol wouldn't do us any harm.
Oh, a nice watch below wouldn't do us any harm.
Oh, a night with the gals wouldn't do us any harm.
It's a damn tough life, full of toil and strife, we whalermen undergo,
And we won't give a damn when the gales are done how hard the winds did blow,
For we're homeward bound from the Arctic grounds with a good ship taut and free,
And we won't give a damn when we drink our rum with the girls of old Maui.
(Chorus)
''Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,
We're homeward bound from the Arctic grounds, rolling down to old Maui.''
Once more we sail with the northerly gales through the ice and wind and rain,
Them coconut fronds, them tropical shores, we soon shall see again;
Six hellish months we've passed away on the cold Kamchatka sea,
But now we're bound from the Arctic grounds, rolling down to old Maui.
Once more we sail with the Northerly gales, towards our island home,
Our whaling done, our mainmast sprung, and we ain't got far to roam;
Our stuns'l's bones is carried away, what care we for that sound,
A living gale is after us, thank God we're homeward bound.
How soft the breeze through the island trees, now the ice is far astern,
Them native maids, them tropical glades, is awaiting our return;
Even now their big brown eyes look out, hoping some fine day to see,
Our baggy sails, running 'fore the gales, rolling down to old Maui.
I've traveled all over this world
And now to another I go
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow.
When I'm dead and laid out on the counter
A voice you will hear from below
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Bow".
Then get a half dozen stout fellows
And stack them all up in a row
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow.
Then get this half dozen stout fellows
And let them all stagger and go
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow.
Then get ye a couple of bottles
Put one at me head and me toe
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Bow
The name of old Rosin the Bow
The name of old Rosin the Bow
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Bow.
I've only this one consolation
As out of this world I go
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow.
I fear that old tyrant approaching
That cruel remorseless old foe
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.
Oh my name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep
Oh my name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep.
Oh my name it is Sam Hall, and I've robbed both great and small
And my neck will pay for all, when I die, when I die.
And my neck will pay for all, when I die.
I've got twenty pounds in store, that's not all, that's not all,
I've got twenty pounds in store, that's not all,
I've got twenty pounds in store, and I'll rob 'bout twenty more
For the rich must help the poor, so must I, so must I
For the rich must help the poor, so must I.
Oh they took me to Cootehill in a cart, in a cart,
Oh they took me to Cootehill in a cart.
Oh they took me to Cootehill , and 'twas there I made my will
For the best of friends must part, so must I, so must I,
For the best of friends must part, so must I.
Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke, that's no joke,
Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke.
Up the ladder I did grope, and the hangman pulled the rope,
And ne'er a word I spoke, tumbling down, tumbling down,
And ne'er a word I spoke, tumbling down.
(repeat Verse 1)
Related:CaptainKidd
Oh Santy Anno gained the day
''Heave away, Santy Anno''
Santy Anna gained the day
''All on the plains of Mexico''
Mexico, oh Mexico
Mexico is a place I know
Them yaller girls I do adore
With their shinin' eyes and their coal-black hair
Why do them yaller girls love me so
Because I won't tell them all I know
/***
|Name:|SaveCloseTiddlerPlugin|
|Description:|Provides two extra toolbar commands, saveCloseTiddler and cancelCloseTiddler|
|Version:|3.0a|
|Date:|27-Jun-2011|
|Source:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#SaveCloseTiddlerPlugin|
|Author:|Simon Baird <simon.baird@gmail.com>|
|License:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#TheBSDLicense|
To use these add them to the commands in ToolbarCommands under EditToolbar,
or in the MptwTheme tiddler under EditTemplate.
***/
//{{{
merge(config.commands,{
saveCloseTiddler: {
text: 'done/close',
tooltip: 'Save changes to this tiddler and close it',
handler: function(ev,src,title) {
var closeTitle = title;
var newTitle = story.saveTiddler(title,ev.shiftKey);
if (newTitle)
closeTitle = newTitle;
return config.commands.closeTiddler.handler(ev,src,closeTitle);
}
},
cancelCloseTiddler: {
text: 'cancel/close',
tooltip: 'Undo changes to this tiddler and close it',
handler: function(ev,src,title) {
// the same as closeTiddler now actually
return config.commands.closeTiddler.handler(ev,src,title);
}
}
});
//}}}
Are you going to Scarborough Fair
''Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme''
Remember me to one who lives there
''For once she was a true love of mine''
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Without any seam or fine needlework
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well
Where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born
Now he has asked me questions three
I hope he will answer as many for me
Oh, will you find me an acre of land
Between the sea foam and the sea sand
Oh, will you plow it with a lamb's horn
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Oh, will you reap it with a sickle of leather
And tie it all up with a peacock's feather
And when you have done and finished your work
Come to me for your cambric shirt
Hark when the night is falling
Hear! Hear the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling,
Down thro' the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.
Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards gloriously wave,
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart for ever,
Scotland the brave.
High in the misty Highlands,
Out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat
Beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you,
Staunch are the friends that greet you,
Kind as the love that shines from fair maiden's eyes.
Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards gloriously wave,
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart for ever,
Scotland the brave.
Far off in sunlit places,
Sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the kiss
Of sweet Scottish rain.
Where tropic skies are beaming,
Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.
Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards gloriously wave,
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart for ever,
Scotland the brave.
Parody: [[Scotland's Depraved]]
Bring me some whiskey, mother
I'm feeling frisky, mother
Bring me a sheep for I am lonely tonight
I need a lover, mother
No, not my brother, mother
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night
Bring me a beast, dear mother
Nay, not the priest, dear mother
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night
Bring me a sheep, dear mother
Slip it beneath the covers
England may rule the seas, but Scotland's depraved
Alternate verses added later by others:
Some think a swine is fine
And some like a horse of course but
Those in the know, know that sheep are the best
Their fleece is soft and white
They keep you warm at night
England may rule the seas but Scotland's depraved
Call out the Glasgow bobbies
We'll teach them brand new hobbies
Bring out the sheep for I'm so loney tonight
Dollies inflatable
With morals debatable
England's a beggar, but Scotland's depraved
Related: [[Scotland the Brave]]
/***
|Name:|SelectThemePlugin|
|Description:|Lets you easily switch theme and palette|
|Version:|1.0.1a|
|Date:|27-Jun-2011|
|Source:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#SelectThemePlugin|
|Author:|Simon Baird <simon.baird@gmail.com>|
|License:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#TheBSDLicense|
!Notes
* Borrows largely from ThemeSwitcherPlugin by Martin Budden http://www.martinswiki.com/#ThemeSwitcherPlugin
* Theme is cookie based. But set a default by setting config.options.txtTheme in MptwConfigPlugin (for example)
* Palette is not cookie based. It actually overwrites your ColorPalette tiddler when you select a palette, so beware.
!Usage
* {{{<<selectTheme>>}}} makes a dropdown selector
* {{{<<selectPalette>>}}} makes a dropdown selector
* {{{<<applyTheme>>}}} applies the current tiddler as a theme
* {{{<<applyPalette>>}}} applies the current tiddler as a palette
* {{{<<applyTheme TiddlerName>>}}} applies TiddlerName as a theme
* {{{<<applyPalette TiddlerName>>}}} applies TiddlerName as a palette
***/
//{{{
config.macros.selectTheme = {
label: {
selectTheme:"select theme",
selectPalette:"select palette"
},
prompt: {
selectTheme:"Select the current theme",
selectPalette:"Select the current palette"
},
tags: {
selectTheme:'systemTheme',
selectPalette:'systemPalette'
}
};
config.macros.selectTheme.handler = function(place,macroName)
{
var btn = createTiddlyButton(place,this.label[macroName],this.prompt[macroName],this.onClick);
// want to handle palettes and themes with same code. use mode attribute to distinguish
btn.setAttribute('mode',macroName);
};
config.macros.selectTheme.onClick = function(ev)
{
var e = ev ? ev : window.event;
var popup = Popup.create(this);
var mode = this.getAttribute('mode');
var tiddlers = store.getTaggedTiddlers(config.macros.selectTheme.tags[mode]);
// for default
if (mode == "selectPalette") {
var btn = createTiddlyButton(createTiddlyElement(popup,'li'),"(default)","default color palette",config.macros.selectTheme.onClickTheme);
btn.setAttribute('theme',"(default)");
btn.setAttribute('mode',mode);
}
for(var i=0; i<tiddlers.length; i++) {
var t = tiddlers[i].title;
var name = store.getTiddlerSlice(t,'Name');
var desc = store.getTiddlerSlice(t,'Description');
var btn = createTiddlyButton(createTiddlyElement(popup,'li'), name?name:t, desc?desc:config.macros.selectTheme.label['mode'], config.macros.selectTheme.onClickTheme);
btn.setAttribute('theme',t);
btn.setAttribute('mode',mode);
}
Popup.show();
return stopEvent(e);
};
config.macros.selectTheme.onClickTheme = function(ev)
{
var mode = this.getAttribute('mode');
var theme = this.getAttribute('theme');
if (mode == 'selectTheme')
story.switchTheme(theme);
else // selectPalette
config.macros.selectTheme.updatePalette(theme);
return false;
};
config.macros.selectTheme.updatePalette = function(title)
{
if (title != "") {
store.deleteTiddler("ColorPalette");
if (title != "(default)")
store.saveTiddler("ColorPalette","ColorPalette",store.getTiddlerText(title),
config.options.txtUserName,undefined,"");
refreshAll();
if(config.options.chkAutoSave)
saveChanges(true);
}
};
config.macros.applyTheme = {
label: "apply",
prompt: "apply this theme or palette" // i'm lazy
};
config.macros.applyTheme.handler = function(place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
var useTiddler = params[0] ? params[0] : tiddler.title;
var btn = createTiddlyButton(place,this.label,this.prompt,config.macros.selectTheme.onClickTheme);
btn.setAttribute('theme',useTiddler);
btn.setAttribute('mode',macroName=="applyTheme"?"selectTheme":"selectPalette"); // a bit untidy here
}
config.macros.selectPalette = config.macros.selectTheme;
config.macros.applyPalette = config.macros.applyTheme;
config.macros.refreshAll = { handler: function(place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
createTiddlyButton(place,"refresh","refresh layout and styles",function() { refreshAll(); });
}};
//}}}
My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind."
And she stepped away from me and this she did say
It will not be long, love, till our wedding day."
As she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there
And then she turned homeward with one star awake
Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake.
The people were saying, no two e'er were wed
But one had a sorrow that never was said
And I smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear
And that was the last that I saw of my dear.
Last night she came to me, my dead love came in
So softly she came that her feet made no din
As she laid her hand on me and this she did say:
It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day.
Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you,
Way hay, you rolling river!
Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you,
Ha ha, we're bound away, 'cross the wide Missouri!
Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter,
Way hay, you rolling river!
Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter,
Ha ha, we're bound away, 'cross the wide Missouri!
Missouri she's a mighty river;
Way hay, you rolling river!
When she rolls down her topsails shiver.
Ha ha, we're bound away, 'cross the wide Missouri!
Seven years I courted Sally,
Way hay, you rolling river!
Seven more I longed to have her.
Ha ha, we're bound away, 'cross the wide Missouri!
Farewell, my dear, I'm bound to leave you,
Way hay, you rolling river!
Oh, Shenandoah, I'll not deceive you.
Ha ha, we're bound away, 'cross the wide Missouri!
'Tis the gift to be simple,
'Tis the gift to be free,
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
It will be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gained,
to bow and to bend, we will not be ashamed
To turn, turn, will be our delight,
'Til by turning, turning, we come round right.
These Are The Songs I Know
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
(Chorus)
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you
Then the left one will
I wish I was on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill
''Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán''
''Chorus
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go socair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán''
I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my only spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red
And round the world I'll beg my bread
Until my parents shall wish me dead
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I had my heart again
And vainly think I'd not complain
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
But now my love has gone to France
to try his fortune to advance
If he e'er comes back 'tis but a chance
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
We come on the sloop //John B.//, my grandfather and me.
Around Nassau town we did roam.
Drinking all night, got into a fight,
Well I feel so break up, I want to go home.
''(Chorus)
So hoist up the //John B//'s sails, see how the main sail sets,
Call for the captain ashore, and let me go home.
Let me go home, I want to go home,
Well I feel so break up, I want to go home.''
The first mate, he got drunk, broke up the people's trunk,
The constable had to come and take him away.
Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone?
Well I feel so break up, I want to go home.
The poor cook he caught the fits, threw away all my grits,
Then he took and ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home, I want to go home,
This is the worst trip I've ever been on.
Heave away! Haul away!
South Australia round Cape Horn!
We're bound for South Australia!
Heave away, you rolling king,
Heave away! Haul away!
All the way you'll hear me sing
We're bound for South Australia!
As I walked out one morning fair,
It's there I met Miss Nancy Blair.
I shook her up, I shook her down,
I shook her round and round the town.
There ain't but one thing grieves my mind,
It's to leave Miss Nancy Blair behind.
And as you wallop round Cape Horn,
You'll wish to Christ you'd never been born!
Up the coast to Vallipo,
Northward on to Callao.
It's back again to Liverpool,
I spent me pay like a bloody fool!
I'm Liverpool born and Liverpool bred,
Long in the arm and thick in the head.
Oh, rock and roll me over boys,
Let's get this damn job over boys.
I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there,
She was lyin' on a long white table,
So sweet, so cool, so fair.
Went up to see the doctor,
"She's very low," he said;
Went back to see my baby
Good God! She's lying there dead.
I went down to old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square
They were serving the drinks as usual,
And the usual crowd was there.
On my left stood old Joe McKennedy,
And his eyes were bloodshot red;
He turned to the crowd around him,
These are the words he said:
Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever she may be
She may search the wide world over
And never find a better man than me
Oh, when I die, please bury me
In my ten dollar Stetson hat;
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So my friends'll know I died standin' pat.
Get six gamblers to carry my coffin
Six chorus girls to sing me a song
Put a twenty-piece jazz band on my tail gate
To raise Hell as we go along
Now that's the end of my story
Let's have another round of booze
And if anyone should ask you just tell them
I've got the St. James Infirmary blues
Up on the poop deck and walking about,
There's the second mate so steady and so stout.
What he is a-thinkin' of he doesn't know himself,
And we wish that he would hurry up and strike, strike the bell.
Strike the bell second mate, let us go below,
Look well to windward you can see it's gonna blow.
Look at the glass, you can see it has fell,
Oh we wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell.
Down on the main deck and workin' at the pumps,
There is the larboard watch just longing for their bunks.
Look out to windward, you can see a great swell,
And we wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell.
Forward on the forecastle head and keepin' sharp lookout,
There is Johnny standin', a-longin' fer to shout,
Lights' a-burnin' bright sir and everything is well,
And he's wishin' that the second mate would strike, strike the bell.
Aft at the wheelhouse old Anderson stands,
Graspin' at the helm with his frostbitten hands,
Lookin' at the compass through the course is clear as hell,
And he's wishin' that the second mate would strike, strike the bell.
Aft on the quarter deck our gallant captain stands,
Lookin' out to windward with a spyglass in his hand.
What he is a-thinkin' of we know very well,
He's thinkin' more of shortenin' sail than strikin' the bell.
I wish I was in Mobile Bay, screwing cotton all of the day
But I'm stowing sugar in the hold below,
Below, below, below
''(Chorus)
Hey, ho, below, below
Stowing sugar in the hold below
Hey, ho, below, below
Stowing sugar in the hold below''
The J.M. White, she's a new boat
Stem to stern she's mighty fine
Beat any boat on the New Orleans line
Stowing sugar in the hold below
The engineer shouts through his trumpet
"Tell the mate we got bad news.
Can't get steam for the fire in the flue"
Stowing sugar in the hold below
The captain's on the quarter deck
Scratchin' 'way at his old neck
And he cries out, "Heave the larboard lead"
Stowing sugar in the hold below
/***
|Name:|TagglyTaggingPlugin|
|Description:|tagglyTagging macro is a replacement for the builtin tagging macro in your ViewTemplate|
|Version:|3.3.2a|
|Date:|27-Jun-2011|
|Source:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#TagglyTaggingPlugin|
|Author:|Simon Baird <simon.baird@gmail.com>|
|License:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#TheBSDLicense|
!Notes
See http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#TagglyTagging
***/
//{{{
merge(String.prototype,{
parseTagExpr: function(debug) {
if (this.trim() == "")
return "(true)";
var anyLogicOp = /(!|&&|\|\||\(|\))/g;
var singleLogicOp = /^(!|&&|\|\||\(|\))$/;
var spaced = this.
// because square brackets in templates are no good
// this means you can use [(With Spaces)] instead of [[With Spaces]]
replace(/\[\(/g," [[").
replace(/\)\]/g,"]] ").
// space things out so we can use readBracketedList. tricky eh?
replace(anyLogicOp," $1 ");
var expr = "";
var tokens = spaced.readBracketedList(false); // false means don't uniq the list. nice one JR!
for (var i=0;i<tokens.length;i++)
if (tokens[i].match(singleLogicOp))
expr += tokens[i];
else
expr += "tiddler.tags.contains('%0')".format([tokens[i].replace(/'/,"\\'")]); // fix single quote bug. still have round bracket bug i think
if (debug)
alert(expr);
return '('+expr+')';
}
});
merge(TiddlyWiki.prototype,{
getTiddlersByTagExpr: function(tagExpr,sortField) {
var result = [];
var expr = tagExpr.parseTagExpr();
store.forEachTiddler(function(title,tiddler) {
if (eval(expr))
result.push(tiddler);
});
if(!sortField)
sortField = "title";
result.sort(function(a,b) {return a[sortField] < b[sortField] ? -1 : (a[sortField] == b[sortField] ? 0 : +1);});
return result;
}
});
config.taggly = {
// for translations
lingo: {
labels: {
asc: "\u2191", // down arrow
desc: "\u2193", // up arrow
title: "title",
modified: "modified",
created: "created",
show: "+",
hide: "-",
normal: "normal",
group: "group",
commas: "commas",
sitemap: "sitemap",
numCols: "cols\u00b1", // plus minus sign
label: "Tagged as '%0':",
exprLabel: "Matching tag expression '%0':",
excerpts: "excerpts",
descr: "descr",
slices: "slices",
contents: "contents",
sliders: "sliders",
noexcerpts: "title only",
noneFound: "(none)"
},
tooltips: {
title: "Click to sort by title",
modified: "Click to sort by modified date",
created: "Click to sort by created date",
show: "Click to show tagging list",
hide: "Click to hide tagging list",
normal: "Click to show a normal ungrouped list",
group: "Click to show list grouped by tag",
sitemap: "Click to show a sitemap style list",
commas: "Click to show a comma separated list",
numCols: "Click to change number of columns",
excerpts: "Click to show excerpts",
descr: "Click to show the description slice",
slices: "Click to show all slices",
contents: "Click to show entire tiddler contents",
sliders: "Click to show tiddler contents in sliders",
noexcerpts: "Click to show entire title only"
},
tooDeepMessage: "* //sitemap too deep...//"
},
config: {
showTaggingCounts: true,
listOpts: {
// the first one will be the default
sortBy: ["title","modified","created"],
sortOrder: ["asc","desc"],
hideState: ["show","hide"],
listMode: ["normal","group","sitemap","commas"],
numCols: ["1","2","3","4","5","6"],
excerpts: ["noexcerpts","excerpts","descr","slices","contents","sliders"]
},
valuePrefix: "taggly.",
excludeTags: ["excludeLists","excludeTagging"],
excerptSize: 50,
excerptMarker: "/%"+"%/",
siteMapDepthLimit: 25
},
getTagglyOpt: function(title,opt) {
var val = store.getValue(title,this.config.valuePrefix+opt);
return val ? val : this.config.listOpts[opt][0];
},
setTagglyOpt: function(title,opt,value) {
// create it silently if it doesn't exist
if (!store.tiddlerExists(title)) {
store.saveTiddler(title,title,config.views.editor.defaultText.format([title]),config.options.txtUserName,new Date(),"");
// <<tagglyTagging expr:"...">> creates a tiddler to store its display settings
// Make those tiddlers less noticeable by tagging as excludeSearch and excludeLists
// Because we don't want to hide real tags, check that they aren't actually tags before doing so
// Also tag them as tagglyExpression for manageability
// (contributed by RA)
if (!store.getTaggedTiddlers(title).length) {
store.setTiddlerTag(title,true,"excludeSearch");
store.setTiddlerTag(title,true,"excludeLists");
store.setTiddlerTag(title,true,"tagglyExpression");
}
}
// if value is default then remove it to save space
return store.setValue(title, this.config.valuePrefix+opt, value == this.config.listOpts[opt][0] ? null : value);
},
getNextValue: function(title,opt) {
var current = this.getTagglyOpt(title,opt);
var pos = this.config.listOpts[opt].indexOf(current);
// supposed to automagically don't let cols cycle up past the number of items
// currently broken in some situations, eg when using an expression
// lets fix it later when we rewrite for jquery
// the columns thing should be jquery table manipulation probably
var limit = (opt == "numCols" ? store.getTaggedTiddlers(title).length : this.config.listOpts[opt].length);
var newPos = (pos + 1) % limit;
return this.config.listOpts[opt][newPos];
},
toggleTagglyOpt: function(title,opt) {
var newVal = this.getNextValue(title,opt);
this.setTagglyOpt(title,opt,newVal);
},
createListControl: function(place,title,type) {
var lingo = config.taggly.lingo;
var label;
var tooltip;
var onclick;
if ((type == "title" || type == "modified" || type == "created")) {
// "special" controls. a little tricky. derived from sortOrder and sortBy
label = lingo.labels[type];
tooltip = lingo.tooltips[type];
if (this.getTagglyOpt(title,"sortBy") == type) {
label += lingo.labels[this.getTagglyOpt(title,"sortOrder")];
onclick = function() {
config.taggly.toggleTagglyOpt(title,"sortOrder");
return false;
}
}
else {
onclick = function() {
config.taggly.setTagglyOpt(title,"sortBy",type);
config.taggly.setTagglyOpt(title,"sortOrder",config.taggly.config.listOpts.sortOrder[0]);
return false;
}
}
}
else {
// "regular" controls, nice and simple
label = lingo.labels[type == "numCols" ? type : this.getNextValue(title,type)];
tooltip = lingo.tooltips[type == "numCols" ? type : this.getNextValue(title,type)];
onclick = function() {
config.taggly.toggleTagglyOpt(title,type);
return false;
}
}
// hide button because commas don't have columns
if (!(this.getTagglyOpt(title,"listMode") == "commas" && type == "numCols"))
createTiddlyButton(place,label,tooltip,onclick,type == "hideState" ? "hidebutton" : "button");
},
makeColumns: function(orig,numCols) {
var listSize = orig.length;
var colSize = listSize/numCols;
var remainder = listSize % numCols;
var upperColsize = colSize;
var lowerColsize = colSize;
if (colSize != Math.floor(colSize)) {
// it's not an exact fit so..
upperColsize = Math.floor(colSize) + 1;
lowerColsize = Math.floor(colSize);
}
var output = [];
var c = 0;
for (var j=0;j<numCols;j++) {
var singleCol = [];
var thisSize = j < remainder ? upperColsize : lowerColsize;
for (var i=0;i<thisSize;i++)
singleCol.push(orig[c++]);
output.push(singleCol);
}
return output;
},
drawTable: function(place,columns,theClass) {
var newTable = createTiddlyElement(place,"table",null,theClass);
var newTbody = createTiddlyElement(newTable,"tbody");
var newTr = createTiddlyElement(newTbody,"tr");
for (var j=0;j<columns.length;j++) {
var colOutput = "";
for (var i=0;i<columns[j].length;i++)
colOutput += columns[j][i];
var newTd = createTiddlyElement(newTr,"td",null,"tagglyTagging"); // todo should not need this class
wikify(colOutput,newTd);
}
return newTable;
},
createTagglyList: function(place,title,isTagExpr) {
switch(this.getTagglyOpt(title,"listMode")) {
case "group": return this.createTagglyListGrouped(place,title,isTagExpr); break;
case "normal": return this.createTagglyListNormal(place,title,false,isTagExpr); break;
case "commas": return this.createTagglyListNormal(place,title,true,isTagExpr); break;
case "sitemap":return this.createTagglyListSiteMap(place,title,isTagExpr); break;
}
},
getTaggingCount: function(title,isTagExpr) {
// thanks to Doug Edmunds
if (this.config.showTaggingCounts) {
var tagCount = config.taggly.getTiddlers(title,'title',isTagExpr).length;
if (tagCount > 0)
return " ("+tagCount+")";
}
return "";
},
getTiddlers: function(titleOrExpr,sortBy,isTagExpr) {
return isTagExpr ? store.getTiddlersByTagExpr(titleOrExpr,sortBy) : store.getTaggedTiddlers(titleOrExpr,sortBy);
},
getExcerpt: function(inTiddlerTitle,title,indent) {
if (!indent)
indent = 1;
var displayMode = this.getTagglyOpt(inTiddlerTitle,"excerpts");
var t = store.getTiddler(title);
if (t && displayMode == "excerpts") {
var text = t.text.replace(/\n/," ");
var marker = text.indexOf(this.config.excerptMarker);
if (marker != -1) {
return " {{excerpt{<nowiki>" + text.substr(0,marker) + "</nowiki>}}}";
}
else if (text.length < this.config.excerptSize) {
return " {{excerpt{<nowiki>" + t.text + "</nowiki>}}}";
}
else {
return " {{excerpt{<nowiki>" + t.text.substr(0,this.config.excerptSize) + "..." + "</nowiki>}}}";
}
}
else if (t && displayMode == "contents") {
return "\n{{contents indent"+indent+"{\n" + t.text + "\n}}}";
}
else if (t && displayMode == "sliders") {
return "<slider slide>\n{{contents{\n" + t.text + "\n}}}\n</slider>";
}
else if (t && displayMode == "descr") {
var descr = store.getTiddlerSlice(title,'Description');
return descr ? " {{excerpt{" + descr + "}}}" : "";
}
else if (t && displayMode == "slices") {
var result = "";
var slices = store.calcAllSlices(title);
for (var s in slices)
result += "|%0|<nowiki>%1</nowiki>|\n".format([s,slices[s]]);
return result ? "\n{{excerpt excerptIndent{\n" + result + "}}}" : "";
}
return "";
},
notHidden: function(t,inTiddler) {
if (typeof t == "string")
t = store.getTiddler(t);
return (!t || !t.tags.containsAny(this.config.excludeTags) ||
(inTiddler && this.config.excludeTags.contains(inTiddler)));
},
// this is for normal and commas mode
createTagglyListNormal: function(place,title,useCommas,isTagExpr) {
var list = config.taggly.getTiddlers(title,this.getTagglyOpt(title,"sortBy"),isTagExpr);
if (this.getTagglyOpt(title,"sortOrder") == "desc")
list = list.reverse();
var output = [];
var first = true;
for (var i=0;i<list.length;i++) {
if (this.notHidden(list[i],title)) {
var countString = this.getTaggingCount(list[i].title);
var excerpt = this.getExcerpt(title,list[i].title);
if (useCommas)
output.push((first ? "" : ", ") + "[[" + list[i].title + "]]" + countString + excerpt);
else
output.push("*[[" + list[i].title + "]]" + countString + excerpt + "\n");
first = false;
}
}
return this.drawTable(place,
this.makeColumns(output,useCommas ? 1 : parseInt(this.getTagglyOpt(title,"numCols"))),
useCommas ? "commas" : "normal");
},
// this is for the "grouped" mode
createTagglyListGrouped: function(place,title,isTagExpr) {
var sortBy = this.getTagglyOpt(title,"sortBy");
var sortOrder = this.getTagglyOpt(title,"sortOrder");
var list = config.taggly.getTiddlers(title,sortBy,isTagExpr);
if (sortOrder == "desc")
list = list.reverse();
var leftOvers = []
for (var i=0;i<list.length;i++)
leftOvers.push(list[i].title);
var allTagsHolder = {};
for (var i=0;i<list.length;i++) {
for (var j=0;j<list[i].tags.length;j++) {
if (list[i].tags[j] != title) { // not this tiddler
if (this.notHidden(list[i].tags[j],title)) {
if (!allTagsHolder[list[i].tags[j]])
allTagsHolder[list[i].tags[j]] = "";
if (this.notHidden(list[i],title)) {
allTagsHolder[list[i].tags[j]] += "**[["+list[i].title+"]]"
+ this.getTaggingCount(list[i].title) + this.getExcerpt(title,list[i].title) + "\n";
leftOvers.setItem(list[i].title,-1); // remove from leftovers. at the end it will contain the leftovers
}
}
}
}
}
var allTags = [];
for (var t in allTagsHolder)
allTags.push(t);
var sortHelper = function(a,b) {
if (a == b) return 0;
if (a < b) return -1;
return 1;
};
allTags.sort(function(a,b) {
var tidA = store.getTiddler(a);
var tidB = store.getTiddler(b);
if (sortBy == "title") return sortHelper(a,b);
else if (!tidA && !tidB) return 0;
else if (!tidA) return -1;
else if (!tidB) return +1;
else return sortHelper(tidA[sortBy],tidB[sortBy]);
});
var leftOverOutput = "";
for (var i=0;i<leftOvers.length;i++)
if (this.notHidden(leftOvers[i],title))
leftOverOutput += "*[["+leftOvers[i]+"]]" + this.getTaggingCount(leftOvers[i]) + this.getExcerpt(title,leftOvers[i]) + "\n";
var output = [];
if (sortOrder == "desc")
allTags.reverse();
else if (leftOverOutput != "")
// leftovers first...
output.push(leftOverOutput);
for (var i=0;i<allTags.length;i++)
if (allTagsHolder[allTags[i]] != "")
output.push("*[["+allTags[i]+"]]" + this.getTaggingCount(allTags[i]) + this.getExcerpt(title,allTags[i]) + "\n" + allTagsHolder[allTags[i]]);
if (sortOrder == "desc" && leftOverOutput != "")
// leftovers last...
output.push(leftOverOutput);
return this.drawTable(place,
this.makeColumns(output,parseInt(this.getTagglyOpt(title,"numCols"))),
"grouped");
},
// used to build site map
treeTraverse: function(title,depth,sortBy,sortOrder,isTagExpr) {
var list = config.taggly.getTiddlers(title,sortBy,isTagExpr);
if (sortOrder == "desc")
list.reverse();
var indent = "";
for (var j=0;j<depth;j++)
indent += "*"
var childOutput = "";
if (depth > this.config.siteMapDepthLimit)
childOutput += indent + this.lingo.tooDeepMessage + "\n";
else
for (var i=0;i<list.length;i++)
if (list[i].title != title)
if (this.notHidden(list[i].title,this.config.inTiddler))
childOutput += this.treeTraverse(list[i].title,depth+1,sortBy,sortOrder,false);
if (depth == 0)
return childOutput;
else
return indent + "[["+title+"]]" + this.getTaggingCount(title) + this.getExcerpt(this.config.inTiddler,title,depth) + "\n" + childOutput;
},
// this if for the site map mode
createTagglyListSiteMap: function(place,title,isTagExpr) {
this.config.inTiddler = title; // nasty. should pass it in to traverse probably
var output = this.treeTraverse(title,0,this.getTagglyOpt(title,"sortBy"),this.getTagglyOpt(title,"sortOrder"),isTagExpr);
return this.drawTable(place,
this.makeColumns(output.split(/(?=^\*\[)/m),parseInt(this.getTagglyOpt(title,"numCols"))), // regexp magic
"sitemap"
);
},
macros: {
tagglyTagging: {
handler: function (place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
var parsedParams = paramString.parseParams("tag",null,true);
var refreshContainer = createTiddlyElement(place,"div");
// do some refresh magic to make it keep the list fresh - thanks Saq
refreshContainer.setAttribute("refresh","macro");
refreshContainer.setAttribute("macroName",macroName);
var tag = getParam(parsedParams,"tag");
var expr = getParam(parsedParams,"expr");
if (expr) {
refreshContainer.setAttribute("isTagExpr","true");
refreshContainer.setAttribute("title",expr);
refreshContainer.setAttribute("showEmpty","true");
}
else {
refreshContainer.setAttribute("isTagExpr","false");
if (tag) {
refreshContainer.setAttribute("title",tag);
refreshContainer.setAttribute("showEmpty","true");
}
else {
refreshContainer.setAttribute("title",tiddler.title);
refreshContainer.setAttribute("showEmpty","false");
}
}
this.refresh(refreshContainer);
},
refresh: function(place) {
var title = place.getAttribute("title");
var isTagExpr = place.getAttribute("isTagExpr") == "true";
var showEmpty = place.getAttribute("showEmpty") == "true";
jQuery(place).empty()
addClass(place,"tagglyTagging");
var countFound = config.taggly.getTiddlers(title,'title',isTagExpr).length
if (countFound > 0 || showEmpty) {
var lingo = config.taggly.lingo;
config.taggly.createListControl(place,title,"hideState");
if (config.taggly.getTagglyOpt(title,"hideState") == "show") {
createTiddlyElement(place,"span",null,"tagglyLabel",
isTagExpr ? lingo.labels.exprLabel.format([title]) : lingo.labels.label.format([title]));
config.taggly.createListControl(place,title,"title");
config.taggly.createListControl(place,title,"modified");
config.taggly.createListControl(place,title,"created");
config.taggly.createListControl(place,title,"listMode");
config.taggly.createListControl(place,title,"excerpts");
config.taggly.createListControl(place,title,"numCols");
config.taggly.createTagglyList(place,title,isTagExpr);
if (countFound == 0 && showEmpty)
createTiddlyElement(place,"div",null,"tagglyNoneFound",lingo.labels.noneFound);
}
}
}
}
},
// todo fix these up a bit
styles: [
"/*{{{*/",
"/* created by TagglyTaggingPlugin */",
".tagglyTagging { padding-top:0.5em; }",
".tagglyTagging li.listTitle { display:none; }",
".tagglyTagging ul {",
" margin-top:0px; padding-top:0.5em; padding-left:2em;",
" margin-bottom:0px; padding-bottom:0px;",
"}",
".tagglyTagging { vertical-align: top; margin:0px; padding:0px; }",
".tagglyTagging table { margin:0px; padding:0px; }",
".tagglyTagging .button { visibility:hidden; margin-left:3px; margin-right:3px; }",
".tagglyTagging .button, .tagglyTagging .hidebutton {",
" color:[[ColorPalette::TertiaryLight]]; font-size:90%;",
" border:0px; padding-left:0.3em;padding-right:0.3em;",
"}",
".tagglyTagging .button:hover, .hidebutton:hover, ",
".tagglyTagging .button:active, .hidebutton:active {",
" border:0px; background:[[ColorPalette::TertiaryPale]]; color:[[ColorPalette::TertiaryDark]];",
"}",
".selected .tagglyTagging .button { visibility:visible; }",
".tagglyTagging .hidebutton { color:[[ColorPalette::Background]]; }",
".selected .tagglyTagging .hidebutton { color:[[ColorPalette::TertiaryLight]] }",
".tagglyLabel { color:[[ColorPalette::TertiaryMid]]; font-size:90%; }",
".tagglyTagging ul {padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0.5em; margin-left:1em; }",
".tagglyTagging ul ul {list-style-type:disc; margin-left:-1em;}",
".tagglyTagging ul ul li {margin-left:0.5em; }",
".editLabel { font-size:90%; padding-top:0.5em; }",
".tagglyTagging .commas { padding-left:1.8em; }",
"/* not technically tagglytagging but will put them here anyway */",
".tagglyTagged li.listTitle { display:none; }",
".tagglyTagged li { display: inline; font-size:90%; }",
".tagglyTagged ul { margin:0px; padding:0px; }",
".excerpt { color:[[ColorPalette::TertiaryDark]]; }",
".excerptIndent { margin-left:4em; }",
"div.tagglyTagging table,",
"div.tagglyTagging table tr,",
"td.tagglyTagging",
" {border-style:none!important; }",
".tagglyTagging .contents { border-bottom:2px solid [[ColorPalette::TertiaryPale]]; padding:0 1em 1em 0.5em;",
" margin-bottom:0.5em; }",
".tagglyTagging .indent1 { margin-left:3em; }",
".tagglyTagging .indent2 { margin-left:4em; }",
".tagglyTagging .indent3 { margin-left:5em; }",
".tagglyTagging .indent4 { margin-left:6em; }",
".tagglyTagging .indent5 { margin-left:7em; }",
".tagglyTagging .indent6 { margin-left:8em; }",
".tagglyTagging .indent7 { margin-left:9em; }",
".tagglyTagging .indent8 { margin-left:10em; }",
".tagglyTagging .indent9 { margin-left:11em; }",
".tagglyTagging .indent10 { margin-left:12em; }",
".tagglyNoneFound { margin-left:2em; color:[[ColorPalette::TertiaryMid]]; font-size:90%; font-style:italic; }",
"/*}}}*/",
""].join("\n"),
init: function() {
merge(config.macros,this.macros);
config.shadowTiddlers["TagglyTaggingStyles"] = this.styles;
store.addNotification("TagglyTaggingStyles",refreshStyles);
}
};
config.taggly.init();
//}}}
/***
InlineSlidersPlugin
By Saq Imtiaz
http://tw.lewcid.org/sandbox/#InlineSlidersPlugin
// syntax adjusted to not clash with NestedSlidersPlugin
// added + syntax to start open instead of closed
***/
//{{{
config.formatters.unshift( {
name: "inlinesliders",
// match: "\\+\\+\\+\\+|\\<slider",
match: "\\<slider",
// lookaheadRegExp: /(?:\+\+\+\+|<slider) (.*?)(?:>?)\n((?:.|\n)*?)\n(?:====|<\/slider>)/mg,
lookaheadRegExp: /(?:<slider)(\+?) (.*?)(?:>)\n((?:.|\n)*?)\n(?:<\/slider>)/mg,
handler: function(w) {
this.lookaheadRegExp.lastIndex = w.matchStart;
var lookaheadMatch = this.lookaheadRegExp.exec(w.source)
if(lookaheadMatch && lookaheadMatch.index == w.matchStart ) {
var btn = createTiddlyButton(w.output,lookaheadMatch[2] + " "+"\u00BB",lookaheadMatch[2],this.onClickSlider,"button sliderButton");
var panel = createTiddlyElement(w.output,"div",null,"sliderPanel");
panel.style.display = (lookaheadMatch[1] == '+' ? "block" : "none");
wikify(lookaheadMatch[3],panel);
w.nextMatch = lookaheadMatch.index + lookaheadMatch[0].length;
}
},
onClickSlider : function(e) {
if(!e) var e = window.event;
var n = this.nextSibling;
n.style.display = (n.style.display=="none") ? "block" : "none";
return false;
}
});
//}}}
When the //Alabama//'s keel was laid
''Roll //Alabama//, roll''
They laid her keel at Birkenhead
''Oh, roll //Alabama//, roll''
Oh, she was built in Birkenhead
''Roll //Alabama//, roll''
Built in the yard of Jonathan Laird
''Oh, roll //Alabama//, roll''
Away down the Mersey she rolled one day
''Roll //Alabama//, roll''
And across the Western she ploughed her way
''Oh, roll //Alabama//, roll''
With British guns, oh, she was stocked
''Roll //Alabama//, roll''
She sailed from Fayal, in Cherbourg she docked
''Oh, roll //Alabama//, roll''
To fight the north Semmes did employ
''Roll //Alabama//, roll''
Any method to kill and destroy
''Oh, roll //Alabama//, roll''
But of Cherbourg the //Kearsage// lay tight
''Roll //Alabama//, roll''
Awaiting was Winslow to start a good fight
''Oh, roll //Alabama//, roll''
Outside the three mile limit they fought
''Roll //Alabama//, roll''
An Semmes escaped on a fine British yacht
''Oh, roll //Alabama//, roll''
The ''Kearsage'' won; //Alabama// so brave
''Roll //Alabama//, roll''
Sank to the bottom of a watery grave
''Oh, roll //Alabama//, roll''
The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly tis speaking,
the harp wind through it playing has language for me.
Whenever the light through its branches is breaking
a host of kind faces is gazing on me.
The friends of my childhood again are before me,
each step wakes a memory as freely I roam.
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o'er me,
the ash grove, the ash grove again [alone is my home.
Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
when twilight is fading I pensively rove.
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.
Twas there while the blackbird was cheerfully singing
I first met that dear one, the joy of my heart.
Around us for gladness the bluebells were springing
the ash grove, the ash grove that sheltered my home.
My laughter is over, my step loses lightness,
old countryside measures steal soft on my ears;
I only remember the past and its brightness,
the dear ones I mourn for again gather here.
From out of the shadows their loving looks greet me,
and wistfully searching the leafy green dome,
I find other faces fond bending to greet me,
the ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.
Sing and heave, and heave and sing,
To me hoodah! To my hoodah!
Heave and make the handspikes spring.
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
And it's blow, boys, blow,
For Californi-o.
For there's plenty of gold,
So I've been told,
On the banks of the Sacramento.
From Limehouse Docks to Sydney Heads,
To me hoodah! To my hoodah!
Was never more than seventy days.
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
And it's blow, boys, blow,
For Californi-o.
For there's plenty of gold,
So I've been told,
On the banks of the Sacramento.
We cracked it on, on a big skiute,
To me hoodah! To my hoodah!
And the old man felt like a swell galoot.
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
And it's blow, boys, blow,
For Californi-o.
For there's plenty of gold,
So I've been told,
On the banks of the Sacramento.
Related: [[Camptown Races]]
Now here's a health to the gill-pot
''Good luck to the Barley Mow!''
Jolly good health to the gill-pot
''Good luck to the Barley Mow!
Here's the gill-pot, half a gill, quarter gill
Nipperkin and the brown bowl.
And here's good luck, good luck
Good luck to the Barley Mow!''
Here's a health to the half-pint
''Good luck to the Barley Mow!''
Jolly good health to the half-pint
''Good luck to the Barley Mow!''
''Here's the half-pint
Gill-pot, half-a-gill, quarter-gill
Nipperkin, and the brown bowl.
Here's good luck,
Good luck to the Barley Mow!''
Here's a health to the pint pot
''Good luck to the Barley Mow!''
Jolly good health to the pint pot
''Good luck to the Barley Mow!''
''Here's the pint pot,
Half-pint,
Gill-pot, half-a-gill, quarter-gill
Nipperkin, and the brown bowl.
Here's good luck,
Good luck to the Barley Mow!''
Here's a health to the quart pot...
Here's a health to the half-gallon...
Here's a health to the gallon...
Here's a health to the half-barrel...
Here's a health to the barrel...
Here's a health to the landlord...
Here's a health to the landlady...
Here's a health to the daughter...
Here's a health to the brewer...
Here's a health to the company...
G C G
As I came in by Turra market,
C D
Turra market for to fee,
G C G
I fell in with a farmer child,
D G
The barnyards of Delg aty.
Chorus:
G C G
Linten addie toorin addie,
C D
Linten addie toorin ee;
G C G
Linten, lowrin, lowrin, lowrin,
D G
The barnyards of De lgaty.
He promised me the ae best pair
That ever I set my e'en upon,
When I gaed to the barnyards,
There was naething there but skin and
The auld black horse sat on its rump,
The auld white mare lay on her wime,
And for a' that I could "Hup!" and
They wouldna rise at yokin' time.
When I gae to the kirk on Sunday,
Mony's the bonnie lass I see,
Sitting by her father's side,
And winkin' owre the pews at me.
I can drink and no' be drunk,
I can fecht and no' be slain,
I can lie wi' anither man's lass,
And aye be welcome to my ain.
Noo my cannle is burnt oot,
My snotter's fairly on the wane,
Sae fare ye weel, ye barnyards,
Ye'll never catch me here again!
Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys,
We'll rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom,
We will rally from the hillside,
We'll gather from the plain,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.
The Union forever,
Hurrah! boys, hurrah!
Down with the traitors,
Up with the stars;
While we rally round the flag, boys,
Rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.
We are springing to the call
Of our brothers gone before,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom;
And we'll fill our vacant ranks
With a million free men more,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.
We will welcome to our numbers
The loyal, true and brave,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom;
And although they may be poor,
Not a man shall be a slave,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.
So we're springing to the call
From the East and from the West,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom;
And we'll hurl the rebel crew
From the land that we love best,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.
In 18 and 14 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip'.
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans.
(Chorus)
We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
We looked down the river and we see'd the British come.
And there must have been a hundred of'em beatin' on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made the bugles ring.
We stood by our cotton bales and didn't say a thing.
Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eye
We held our fire 'til we see'd their faces well.
Then we opened up with squirrel guns and really gave 'em ... well
(Altered Chorus)
Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
We fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted down.
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round.
We filled his head with cannon balls, and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off, the gator lost his mind.
Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
I served my time in the Black Ball Line,
To me way-aye-aye, hurrah!
In the black Ball Line I served my time,
Hurrah for the Black Ball Line!
The Black Ball ships they are good and true,
And they are the ships for me and you.
For once there was a Black Ball ship
That fourteen knots an hour could clip.
You will surely find a rich gold mine;
Just take a trip in the Black Ball Line.
Just take a trip to Liverpool,
To Liverpool, that Yankee school.
The Yankee sailors you'll see there,
With red-top boots and short-cut hair.
Hey! There was once a Black Ball ship,
That fourteen knots an hour could clip.
Oh! They carry you where the winds don't blow,
They carry you through the frost and snow.
Oh! If you want to join a good gold mine,
Just take a trip to Liverpool.
To Liverpool the packet school,
To Liverpool that Yankee school.
Hey! Yankee sailors you'll see there,
With red-topped boots and close-cropped hair.
Oh, in the Black Ball line, oh I served me time,
In the Black Ball line I wasted me prime.
There was a troop of Irish Dragoons,
Came marching in through Fyvie-o
And their Captain fell in love with a very bonnie lass,
And her name it was called pretty Peggy-o
''(Chorus)
There's many a bonnie lass in the Howe o' Auchterless,
There's many a bonnie lassie in the Garioch,
There's mony a bonnie Jean in the streets of Aberdeen,
But the flower of them all is in Fyvie-o''
Oh! it's "Come down the stair, pretty Peggy, my dear,
Oh! come down the stair, pretty Peggy-o!
Oh! come down the stair, comb back your yellow hair,
Take a last farewell of your daddy-o!"
"I've got ribbons for your bonnie gowden hair,
I'll give ye a necklace o' amber, Oh!
I'll give ye silken petticoats wi' flounces tae the knee,
If ye'll convoy me doon tae my chaumer Oh!"
"Oh! I ha'e got ribbons for my bonnie gowden hair,
An' I ha'e got a necklace o' amber Oh!
An' I ha'e got petticoats befitting my degree,
An' I'd scorn tae be seen in your chaumer Oh!"
"What would your mammy think if she heard the Guineas clink,
An' the hautboys [oboes] a-playin' afore you Oh?
What would your mammy think when she heard the Guineas clink,
An kent you had married a sodger Oh?"
"Oh! a sodger's wife I never shall be,
A sodger shall never enjoy me Oh!
For I never do intend to go to a foreign land,
So I never shall marry a sodger Oh!"
"A sodger's wife ye never shall be,
For ye'll be the Captain's Lady Oh!
An' the regiment shall stand wi' their hats intae their hands,
An' they'll bow in the presence o' my Peggy Oh!"
"It's braw, aye, its braw, a Captain's Lady tae be,
It's braw tae be a Captain's Lady Oh!
It's braw tae rant an' rove an' tae follow at his word,
An' tae march when your Captain he is ready Oh!"
But the Colonel he cries, "Now mount, boys, mount!"
The Captain he cries, "Oh tarry Oh!
Oh! gang nae awa' for anither day or twa,
Till we see if this bonnie lass will marry Oh!"
It was early next morning that we rode awa'
An' Oh! but oor Captain was sorry Oh!
The drums they did beat owre the bonnie braes o' Gight,
An' the band played "The Lowlands o' Fyvie" Oh!
Lang ere we wan intae auld Meldrum toon,
It's we had oor Captain tae carry Oh!
An' lang ere we wan intae bonnie Aberdeen,
It's we had oor Captain tae bury Oh!
Green grow the birks upon bonnie Ythanside,
An' law lies the lawlands o' Fyvie Oh!
The Captain's name was Ned an' he died for a maid.
He died for the bonnie lass o' Fyvie Oh!
The //Diamond// is a ship, my lads, for the Davis Strait she's bound,
And the quay it is all garnished with bonnie lasses 'round;
Captain Thompson gives the order to sail the ocean wide,
Where the sun it never sets, my lads, no darkness dims the sky,
''(Chorus)
So it's cheer up my lads, let your hearts never fail,
The bonnie ship, the //Diamond//, goes a-fishing for the whale.''
Along the quay at Peterhead, the lasses stand aroon,
Wi' their shawls all pulled around them and the saut tears runnin' doon;
Don't you weep, my bonny lass, though you be left behind,
For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice before we change our mind.
Here's a health to the //Resolution//, likewise the //Eliza Swan//,
Here's a health to the //Battle of Montrose// and the //Diamond//, ship of fame;
We wear the trousers o' the white and the jackets o' the blue,
When we return to Peterhead, we'll have sweethearts anew,
It'll be bricht both day and nicht when the Greenland lads come hame,
Wi' a ship that's fu' of oil, my lads, and money to our name;
We'll make the cradles for to rock and the blankets for to tear,
And every lass in Peterhead will sing "Hushabye, my dear"
Some talk of Alexander
And some of Hercules
Of Hector and Lysander
And such great names as these.
But of all the world's brave heroes
There's none that can compare
With a tow row row, row row row row
For the British Grenadiers.
Whene'er we are commanded
To storm the pallisades
Our leaders march with fuses
And we with hand grenades.
We throw them from the glacis
About the enemy's ears
Sing tow row row, row row row row
For the British Grenadiers.
Then let us fill a bumper
And drink a health to those
Who carry caps and pouches
And wear the louped clothes.
May they and their commanders
Live happily all their years
With a tow row row, row row row row
For the British Grenadiers.
Riding on the //City of New Orleans,//
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
''(Chorus)
Good morning America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call the //City of New Orleans//,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.''
Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
Nighttime on the //City of New Orleans//,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.
There's a corner in the meadow where the lads and lasses meet
Oh they do here what they couldn't do in the open street
They play all kinds of games there, but the one I like the best
Is where every laddie rumples up the cuckoo's nest.
''(Chorus)
It's high the cuckoo, low the cuckoo, high the cuckoo's nest
It's high the cuckoo, low the cuckoo, high the cuckoo's nest
I'll give any maid a shilling and a bottle of the best
Just to rumple up the feathers of her cuckoo's nest''
I wooed her in the morning and I had her in the night
She was my very first one so I tried to do it right
I searched around and wandered and I never would have guessed
If she hadn't showed me where to find her cuckoo's nest
When she showed me where to find it I knew just where to go
Through the underbrush and brambles where the little cuckoos grow
From the moment that I found it, she would never let me rest
From rumpling up the feathers of her cuckoo's nest.
It was bushy, it was prickled, it was feathered all around
It was tucked away so neatly and it wasn't easy found
She said young man you're blundering, but I knew it wasn't true
For I left her with the makings of a young cuckoo
As I was going to Darby all on a market day
I met the biggest ram, sir, that ever was fed on hay
''(Chorus)
Hey ringle dangle
Hey ringle day
It was the biggest ram, sir
That ever was fed on hay''
The wool on this ram's belly well it grew into the ground
Cut off and sent to the Sydney sales it fetched a thousand pound
The wool on this ram's back my boys grew so very high
The eagles came and built their nests and I heard the young 'uns cry
The horns on this ram's head they reached up to the moon
A little boy went up in January and he didn't get back till June
Now this old ram he had a tail that reached right down to hell
And every time he waggled it he rung the fireman's bell
The butcher that stuck this ram my boys was up to knees in blood
And the little boy who held the bowl was carried away by the flood
All the boys in Darby come looking for his eyes
To kick around the streets, sir, for they were football-sized
All the women in Darby come begging for his ears
To make them leather aprons to last for forty years
Took all the boys in Darby to roll away his bones
Took all the girls in Darby to roll away his stones
Now the man that fattened this ram my boys he must have been very rich
And the man who sung this song must be a lying son of a .... (straight into chorus)
There is a flash packet, and a packet of fame
She sails from New York, and the //Dreadnought//'s her name
She is bound to the west, where the stormy winds blow
''Bound away in the //Dreadnought//, to the westward we'll go
Derry down, down,
Down derry down''
Now the time of her sailing is now drawing nigh
Farewell, all ye lubbers, we wish you goodbye
A clean pair of heels now to you we must show
Now the //Dreadnought// is sailing down the sweet Salthouse Docks
The boys and the girls 'round the pierhead do flock
The boys and the girls are all shouting "Hooray!"
Now the //Dreadnought// is bowlin' down the wild Irish Sea
Her passengers are merry, their hearts full of glee
Her sailors like tigers they stalk to and fro
Now the //Dreadnought// is a-crossing the Atlantic so wide
The hands they are ordered to scrub the ship's sides
With her mainsail taut, so the Red Cross can show
And now we are sailing to old New York town
We're off the the Bowery to let sorrow drown
With our gals and our beer, boys, oh let the song flow
Here's a health to the //Dreadnought//, and to all her brave crew
To bold Captain Samuel and his officers too
Talk about your flash packets, Swallow Tail and Black Ball
But the //Dreadnought//'s the clipper that outsails them all!
''Derry down, down
Down derry down.''
I shipped on board of th' //Ebenezer//
Every day you "Scrub and grease 'er"
Send us aloft to scrape 'er down
And if we growl they'll knock us down.
''(Chorus)
Oh, git along boys,
Git along girls;
Handy, me boys, so handy.''
2. Our first mates name was Dickie Green, sir,
The dirtiest man you ever seen, sir!
Walking the quarter with a bucko cap,
He thought himself no common chap.
Chorus:
3. A Boston buck for second greaser,
He used to ship in Limejuice greasers.
The Limejuice greasers got too hot;
He made a jump for Boston dock.
Chorus:
4. We had no spuds for our dinner,
As sure as I'm a living sinner;
Our bread was tough as any brass
And our meat was as salt as Lot's wife's ass.
Chorus:
O come list a while, and you shall hear,
By the rolling sea lived a maiden fair.
Her father had followed the smuggling trade,
Like a war-like hero.
Like a warlike hero that never was afraid.
Now, in sailor's clothing young Jane did go,
Dressed like a sailor from top to toe
Her aged father was the only care
O this female smuggler.
Of this female smuggler who never did despair.
With her pistols loaded she went aboard.
And by her side hung a glittering sword,
In her belt two daggers; well armed for war
Was this female smuggler,
Was this female smuggler, who never feared a scar.
Now they had not sail-ed far from the land,
When a strange sail brought them to a stand.
'These are sea robbers,' this maid did cry,
'But the female smuggler,
But the female smuggler will conquer or will die.
Alongside, then, this strange vessel came.
Cheer up,' cried Jane, 'we will board the same;
We'll run all chances to rise or fall,'
Cried this female smuggler,
Cried this female smuggler, who never feared a ball.
Now they killed those pirates and took their store,
And soon returned to old Eng-a-land's shore.
With a keg of brandy she walked along,
Did this female smuggler,
Did this female smuggler, and sweetly sang a song.
Now they were followed by the blockade,
Who in irons strong did put this fair maid.
But when they brought her for to be ter-ied,
This young female smuggler,
This young female smuggler stood dress-ed like a bride.
Their commodore against her appeared,
And for her life she did greatly fear.
When he did find to his great surprise
'Twas a female smuggler,
'Twas a female smuggler had fought him in disguise.
He to the judge and the jury said,
'I cannot prosecute this maid,
Pardon for her on my knees I crave,
For this female smuggler,
For this female smuggler so valiant and so brave.'
Then this commodore to her father went,
To gain her hand he asked his consent.
His consent he gained, so the commodore
And the female smuggler,
And the female smuggler are one for evermore.
As I strolled out one evening,
Out for a night's career,
I spied a lofty ship
And after her did steer.
I hoisted her my signals
Which she very quickly knew;
And when she seed my bunting fly
She immediately hove to.
''(Chorus)
She'd a dark and roving eye,
And her hair hung down in ring-a-lets.
She was a nice girl, a decent girl,
But one of the rakish kind.''
"O, sir, you must excuse me
For being out so late,
For if my parents knew of it,
Sad would be my fate.
My father he's a minister,
A good and honest man,
My mother she's a Methodist,
So I do the best I can."
I took her to a tavern
And I treated her to wine,
Little did I think she belonged
To the rakish kind.
I handled her, I dandled her,
And found to my surprise,
She was nothing but a fire ship,
Rigged up in a disguise.
So, come all ye young seamen,
Who on the streets do sail,
If you would find companionship,
Beware the ships you hail,
I'd barely left my fire ship,
It was hardly a week gone past,
When I found the fire that burned in her
Was a-ragin' in my mast.
''(Chorus)
Oh, there were five (five!) constipated men
In the Bible, in the Bi-i-ble
There were five (five!) constipated men
In the holy books of Moses''
Now the first (first!) constipated man
Was Cain: He wasn't Abel.
Now the second (second!) constipated man
Was Moses: He took two tablets.
Now the third (third!) constipated man
Was Joshua: He blew the walls down.
Now the fourth (fourth!) constipated man
Was Solomon: He sat for forty years.
Now the fifth (fifth) constipated man
Was Balaam: He couldn't move his ass.
The Fox went out on a chilly night
He prayed for the moon to give him light
For he had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o,
Town-o, town-o
He had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o
He ran till he came to the farmers pen
The ducks and the geese were kept therein
He said, "A couple of you are gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o,
Town-o, town-o
A couple of you are gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o"
He grabbed the great goose by the neck
He threw a duck across his back
And he didn't mind the quack, quack
And the legs all danglin' down-o,
Down-o, down-o
He didn't mind the quack, quack
And the legs all danglin' down-o
Well the old gray woman jumped out of bed
Out of the window she popped her head
Cryin' "John, John! The great goose is gone
And the fox is on the town-o!"
Town-o, town-o
"John, John the great goose is gone
And the fox is on the town-o"
He ran till he came to his nice warm den
And there were the little ones 8, 9, 10
Sayin' "Daddy, Daddy better go back again
It must be a mighty fine town-o"
Town-o, town-o
"Daddy, Daddy go back again
For it must be a mighty fine town-o"
The fox and his wife, without any strife
They cut up the goose with a fork and a knife
And they never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o,
Bones-o, bones-o
They never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o
There is a lofty ship and she sails on the sea
And the name of our ship it is the //Golden Vanity//
And she fears she will be taken by a Spanish enemy
As she sails on the Lowlands
(Chorus)
''Lowlands, low
[repeat last line of verse]''
Then up stepped our cabin boy and boldly outspoke he
And he said to our captain "What would you give to me
If I would swim alongside of the Spanish enemy
and sink her in the Lowland"
"Oh, I will give you silver and I will give you gold,
And the hand of my daughter, if you will be so bold
As to swim alongside of the Spanish enemy
And sink her in the Lowland"
The the boy he made him ready and overboard sprang he
And he swam alongside of the Spanish enemy
And with his brace and auger in her side he bored holes three,
And he sank her in the Lowland
Then quickly he swam back to the cheering of the crew
But the captain would not heed him for his promise he did rue,
And he scorned his poor entreatings when loudly he did sue,
And he left him in the Lowland
Then quickly he swam around to the port side
And up to his messmates full bitterly he cried,
"Oh, messmates, draw me up for I'm drifting with the tide,
And I'm sinking in the Lowland
Then his messmates drew him up, but on the deck he died,
And they stitched him in his hammock which was so fair and wide,
And they lowered him overboard and he drifted with the tide,
And he sank beneath the Lowland
There is a lofty ship and she sails on the sea
And the name of our ship it is the //Golden Vanity//
And she fears she will be taken by a Spanish enemy
As she sails on the Lowlands
''(Chorus)
Aboard the good ship //Venus//,
You really should have seen us,
With a figurehead of a whore in bed,
And a mast of a phallic genus''
The captain of the lugger,
Was known as a filthy bugger,
Declared unfit to shovel grit,
From one ship to another.
The cabinboy was chipper,
A randy little nipper,
He packed his ass with a broken glass,
And circumcised the skipper.
The first mate's name was Morgan,
By gosh, he was a gorgon,
From half past eight he played till late,
Upon the captain's organ
The captain's wife was Charlotte,
Born and bred a harlot,
Her thighs at night were lily white,
By morning they were scarlet.
The captain's daughter, Mabel,
Though young, was fresh and able,
To fornicate with the second mate,
Upon the chartroom table.
The captain's younger daughter,
Was washed into the water,
Her plaintive squeals announced that eels
Had found her sexual quarter.
The ship's dog's name was Rover,
We turned that poor thing over,
And ground and ground that faithful hound
From Teneriff to Dover.
And when we reached our station,
Through skillful navigation,
The ship got sunk, in a wave of spunk,
From too much fornication.
It's of a pretty female as you will understand
Her mind was set on rambling into a foreign land
She dressed herself in man's attire and boldly did appear
And she engaged with a captain to serve him for a year.
The captain's lady being on board, she seemed in great joy
To think the captain had engaged such a handsome cabin boy
And many's the time she cuddled and kissed, and would have liked to toy
But 'twas the captain found the secret of the handsome cabin boy
Her cheeks they were like roses, her hair was all a-curl
The sailors often smiled and said, "he looks just like a girl!"
But eating the captain's biscuit, well, her color it did destroy
And the waist did swell on pretty Nell, the handsome cabin boy.
As through the Bay of Biscay our gallant ship did plough
One night among the sailors there came an awful row
They tumbled from their hammocks for their rest it did destroy
They complained about the groaning of the handsome cabin boy
It's "doctor, dearest doctor", the cabin boy did cry
"My time has come, I am undone, and surely I must die"
The doctor ran with all his might, a-smiling at the fun
For to think a cabin boy could have a daughter or a son
Now when the sailors heard the joke, they all began to stare
The child belongs to none of us, they solemnly did swear
And the lady to the captain said "My dear I wish you joy
For it was either you or I betrayed the handsome cabin boy."
Come all of you bold fellows and we'll drink success to trade
And likewise to the cabin boy who was neither man nor maid
And if the wars should rise again, us sailors to employ
Here's hoping for a jolly lot more like the handsome cabin boy.
''(Chorus)
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans
The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran.
Run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney.''
Keep your eyes well peeled today
The excise men are on their way
Searching for the mountain tay
In the hills of Connemara.
Swinging to the left, swinging to the right
The excise men will dance all night
Drinkin' up the tay till the broad daylight
In the hills of Connemara.
A gallon for the butcher and a quart for John
And a bottle for poor old Father Tom
Just to help the poor old dear along
In the hills of Connemara.
Stand your ground, for it's too late
The excise men are at the gate.
Glory be to Paddy, but they're drinkin' it straight
In the hills of Connemara.
Oh, hand me down my riding cane,
I'm off to meet my darlin' Jane.
''(Chorus)
And a hog-eye!
Railroad navvy with his hog-eye,
Roll aboard with a hog-eye, oh,
She wants the hog-eye man!''
Oh, the hog-eye man is the man for me,
Sailin' down from o'er the sea.
Oh, he came to the shack where Sally did dwell,
He knocked on the door, he rung a bell.
Oh, who's been here since I been gone,
Railroad navvy with his sea-boots on.
If I catch him here with Sally once more,
I'll sling me hook, go to sea once more.
Oh, Sally's in the garden sifting sand,
Her hog-eye man sittin' hand in hand.
Oh, Sally's in the garden, punchin' dough,
The cheeks of her arse go chuff, chuff, chuff!
Oh, I won't wear a hog-eye, damned if I do,
Got jiggers in his feet and he can't wear shoes.
Oh, the hog-eye man is the man for me,
He is blind and he cannot see.
Oh, a hog-eye ship and a hog-eye crew,
A hog-eye mate and a skipper too.
Well met, well met, my own true love
Well met, well met, cried he
I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
And it's all for the love of thee
O I could have married the king's daughter dear
And she would have married me
But I have refused the crown of gold
And it's all for the sake of thee
If you could have married the king's daughter dear
I'm sure you are to blame
For I am married to the house carpenter
And he is a fine young man
If you'll forsake your house carpenter
And come away with me
I'll take you to where the grass grows green
On the banks of the sweet Willie
If I forsake my house carpenter
And come away with thee
What have you got to maintain me upon
And keep me from slavery
I've six ships sailing on the salt, salt sea
A-sailing from dry land
And a hundred and twenty jolly young men
Shall be at thy command
She picked up her poor wee babe
And kisses gave him three
Saying stay right here with the house carpenter
And keep him good company
They had not been at sea two weeks
I'm sure it was not three
When this poor maid began to weep
And she wept most bitterly
O do you weep for your gold, he said
Your houses, your land, or your store?
Or do you weep for your house carpenter
That you never shall see anymore
I do not weep for my gold, she said
My houses, my land or my store
But I do weep for my poor wee babe
That I never shall see anymore
They had not been at sea three weeks
I'm sure it was not four
When in their ship there sprang a leak
And she sank to rise no more
What hills, what hills are those, my love
That are so bright and free
Those are the hill of Heaven, my love
But not for you and me
What hills, what hills, are those, my love
That are so dark and low
Those are the hills of Hell, my love
Where you and I must go
The hunt is up, the hunt is up,
And it is well nigh day;
And Harry our king is gone hunting,
To bring his deer to bay.
The east is bright with morning light,
And darkness it is fled;
And the merry horn wakes up the morn
To leave his idle bed.
Behold the skies with golden dyes
Are glowing all around;
The grass is green, and so are the treen,
All laughing with the sound.
The horses snort to be at the sport,
The dogs are running free;
The woods rejoice at the merry noise
Of hey taranta tee ree.
The sun is glad to see us clad
All in our lusty green,
And smiles in the sky as he riseth high
To see and to be seen.
Awake all men, I say again,
Be merry as you may;
For Harry our king is gone hunting
To bring his deer to bay.
About a maid I'll sing a song
''Sing rickety-tickety-tin''
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who didn't have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong
She did every one of them in, them in,
She did every one of them in.
One morning in a fit of pique
''Sing rickety-tickety-tin''
One morning in a fit of pique
She drowned her father in the creek
The water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make do with gin, with gin
We had to make do with gin
Her mother she could never stand
''Sing rickety-tickety-tin''
And so a cyanide stew she planned
The mother died with a spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin,
Her face in a hideous grin
One day when she had nothing to do
''Sing rickety-tickety-tin''
She cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an Irish stew
And invited the neighbors in, 'bors in,
Invited the neighbors in.
She weighted her brother down with stones
''Sing rickety-tickety-tin''
And sent him off to Davy Jones
All they ever found were some bones
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin
Occasional pieces of skin
She set her sister's hair on fire
''Sing rickety-tickety-tin''
And and as the flames grew higher and higher
She danced around the funeral pyre
Playing a violin, 'olin,
Playing a violin
And when at last the police came by
''Sing rickety-tickety-tin''
Her little pranks she did not deny
To do so, she would have had to lie
And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin
Lying, she knew, was a sin
My tragic tale I won't prolong
''Sing rickety-tickety-tin''
And if you did not enjoy this song
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long
You should never have let me begin, begin
You should never have let me begin
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her.
She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover.
We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides,
We had four million barrels of bones.
We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs,
Seven million barrels of porter.
We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails,
In the hold of the Irish Rover.
There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for his set
He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk
As he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
And he sailed in the Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost it's way in a fog.
And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two,
Just meself and the captain's old dog.
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover
Farewell to you, my own true love,
I am going far, far away
I am bound for Californiay,
And I know that I'll return someday
''(Chorus)
So fare thee well, my own true love,
For when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
But my darling when I think of thee!''
I have shipped on a Yankee sailing ship,
//Davy Crockett// is her name,
And Burgess is the captain of her,
And they say that she's a floating shame.
It’s me second trip with Burgess on the //Crocket//
And I think I know him well
If a man’s a seaman he’ll get along
But if not he's in a floating hell.
Oh the sun is on the harbour, love,
And I wish that I could remain,
For I know that it will be a long, long time,
Before I see you again
A lusty young smith at his vice, stood a-filing,
His hammer laid by but his forge still a-glow.
When to him a buxom young damsel came smiling,
And asked if to work in her forge he would go.
''(Chorus)
With a jingle bang, jingle bang, jingle bang, jingle.
With a jingle bang, jingle bang, jingle hi ho.''
"I will," said the smith, and they went off together,
Along to the young damsel's forge they did go.
They stripped to go to it, 'twas hot work and hot weather.
They kindled a fire and she soon made him blow.
Her husband, she said, no good work could afford her.
His strength and his tools were worn out long ago.
The smith said, "Well mine are in very good order,
And now I am ready my skill for to show."
Red hot grew his iron, as both did desire,
And he was too wise not to strike while 'twas so.
She said, "What I get I get out of the fire,
So prithee, stike home and redouble the blow."
Six times did his iron, by vigorous heating,
Grow soft in her forge in a minute or so,
But there it were hard and yet beating and beating,
The more it was softened, it hardened more slow.
When the smith rose to go, quoth the dame full of sorrow:
"Oh, what would I give could my husband do so.
Good luck with your hammer, come hither tomorrow,
And pray won't you use it once more ere you go!"
In Amsterdam there lived a maid,
''Mark well what I do say!''
In Amsterdam there lived a maid,
And she was mistress of her trade
''I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!''
''(Chorus)
A-roving, a-roving,
Since roving's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid!''
I kissed her once, I kissed her twice,
''Mark well what I do say!''
I kissed her once, I kissed her twice,
She said, "Young man, that's rather nice"
''I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!''
I put my hand upon her knee,
''Mark well what I do say!''
I put my hand upon her knee;
She said, "Young sir you're fancy free."
''I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!''
I put my arms around her waist,
''Mark well what I do say!''
I put my arms around her waist;
She said, "Young sir you're in great haste!"
''I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!''
I put hand upon her thigh,
''Mark well what I do say!''
I put hand upon her thigh;
She said, "Young sir you're awful high!"
''I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!''
I put my hand upon her mouth,
''Mark well what I do say!''
I put my hand upon her mouth;
She said "Mmph mmph mmph mmph!"
''I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!''
She went down last October in the pouring, driving rain.
The skipper he'd been drinking and the mate he felt no pain.
Too close to Three Mile Rock and she was dealt her mortal blow
And the //Mary Ellen Carter// settled low.
There was just us five aboard her when she finally was a-wash.
We worked like hell to save her all heedless of the cost.
And the groan she gave as she went down, it caused us to proclaim
That the //Mary Ellen Carter//'d rise again.
Well, the owners wrote her off, not a nickel would they spend.
"She gave twenty years of service, boys, and met her sorry end.
But insurance paid the loss to us, so let her rest below,"
They laughed at us and said we'd have to go.
But we talked of her all winter, some days around the clock,
She's worth a quarter million, a-floating at the dock.
And with every jar that hit the bar we swore we would remain
And watch the //Mary Ellen Carter// rise again.
''(Chorus)
Rise again, rise again,
Let her name not be lost to the knowledge of men
For those who loved her best and were with her to the end,
Will make the //Mary Ellen Carter// rise again.''
All spring, now, we've been with her on a barge lent by a friend.
Three dives a day in a hard hat suit and twice I've had the bends.
Thank God it's only sixty feet and the currents here are slow
Or I'd never have the strength to go below.
But we've patched her rents, and stopped her vents, dogged hatch and porthole down
Put cables to her fore and aft and girded her around;
And tomorrow, noon, we hit the air and then take up the strain
And watch the //Mary Ellen Carter// rise again.
Chorus
For we couldn't leave her there, you see, to crumble into scale.
She'd saved our lives so many times, living through the gale;
And the laughing, drunken rats who left her to a sorry grave,
They won't be laughing in another day.
And you, to whom adversity has dealt that final blow,
With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go
Turn to and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And like the //Mary Ellen Carter//, rise again!
''(Last chorus)
Rise again, rise again,
Though your heart it be broken, your life about to end,
No matter what you've lost, be it a home, a love, a friend,
Be like the //Mary Ellen Carter//: rise again!''
It was Friday morn when we set sail,
And we were not so far from the land,
When our captain, he spied a mermaid so fair,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.
Oh, the ocean waves do roll,
And the stormy winds do blow.
We old sailors are skipping at the top,
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below,
Oh, the landlubbers lie down below.
And up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,
And a fine old man was he.
"This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom,
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea."
And the ocean waves do roll,
And the stormy winds do blow.
And we old salts are sittin' at the top,
The landlubbers lie down below, below, below,
Oh, the landlubbers lie down below.
And up speaks the mate of our gallant ship,
And a well-spoken man was he,
"Oh, I have a wife in Salem by the sea,
And tonight a widow she will be."
Oh, the ocean waves do roll,
And the stormy winds do blow.
We brave tars are skipping at the top,
The landlubbers lie down below, below, below,
Oh, the landlubbers lie down below.
And up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant ship,
And a brave young lad was he.
"Oh, I have a sweetheart in Plymouth by the sea,
And tonight she'll be weeping for me."
''(Chorus)
Oh, the ocean waves do roll,
And the stormy winds do blow.
And we poor sailors go skipping to the top,
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below,
While the landlubbers lie down below.''
And up spoke the cook of our gallant ship,
And a crazy old butcher was he.
"Oh I care much more for my pots and my pans,
Than I do for the bottom of the sea."
Then three times around spun our gallant ship,
And three times around spun she.
And three times around spun our gallant ship,
And she went to the bottom of the sea.
The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you will find him
His father's sword he hath girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him
Land of Song! said the warrior bard
Tho' all the world betrays thee
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard
One faithful harp shall praise thee!
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under
The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again
For he tore its chords asunder
And said "No chains shall sully thee
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slavery!
Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget
Some of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain't got sober yet;
As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay
O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play
[Chorus:]
That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy
That's how they showed their honour and their pride;
They said it was a sin and shame and they winked at one another
And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died
As Mrs. Murphy sat in the corner pouring out her grief
Kelly and his gang came tearing down the street
They went into an empty room and a bottle of whiskey stole
They put the bottle with the corpse to keep that whiskey cold
[Chorus]
About two o'clock in the morning after empty'ing the jug
Doyle rolls up the ice box lid to see poor Paddy's mug
We stopped the clock so Mrs. Murphy couldn't tell the time
And at a quarter after two we argued it was nine
[Chorus]
They stopped the hearse on George Street outside Sundance Saloon
They all went in at half past eight and staggered out at noon
They went up to the graveyard, so holy and sublime
Found out when they got there, they'd left the corpse behind!
[Chorus]
Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget
Some of the boys got loaded drunk and they ain't been sober yet;
As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay
O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play
[Chorus]
Some friends and I in a public house
Was playing a game of chance one night
When into the pub a fireman ran
His face all a chalky white.
"What's up", says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost,
Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?"
"Me Aunt Mariah be buggered", says he,
"The bleedin' pub's on fire!"
''(Chorus)
And there was Brown, he was upside down
Lappin' up the whiskey on the floor.
Then "Booze, booze!" The firemen cried
As they came a-knockin' on the door (clap clap)
Oh don't let 'em in 'till it's all drunk up
And somebody shouted ~MacIntyre. (~MacIntyre!)
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.''
"Oh well", says Brown, "What a bit of luck.
Everybody follow me.
And it's down to the cellar
If the fire's not there
Then we'll have a grand old spree."
So we went on down after good old Brown
The booze we could not miss
And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more
Till we were all quite pissed.
Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub
And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap)
Started takin' off his pantaloons
Likewise his shoes and socks.
"Hold on", says Brown, "That ain't allowed
Ya cannot do that thing here.
Don't go washin' trousers in the port wine tub
We've got plenty of American beer."
Then there came from the old back door
The Vicar of the local church
And when he saw our drunken ways,
He began to scream and curse.
"Ah, you drunken sods! You heathen clods!
You've taken to a drunken spree!
You drank up all the Benedctine wine
And you didn't save a drop for me!"
And then there came a mighty crash
Half the bloody roof caved in
We were almost drowned in the firemen's hose
But still we were gonna stay.
So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks
And we nailed ourselves inside
And we sat drinking the finest rum
Till we were bleary-eyed.
Later that night, when the fire was out
We came up from the cellar below.
Our pub was burned. Our booze was drunk.
Our heads was hanging low.
"Oh look", says Brown with a look quite queer.
Seems something raised his ire.
"Now we gotta get down to Murphy's Pub,
It closes on the hour!"
I was told by my aunt, I was told by my mother
That the going to a wedding is the makings of another
Well, if this be true, I will go without a biddin
O kind providence, won't you send me to a wedding?
''(Chorus)
And it's oh dear me, how would it be,
If I die an old maid in a garret?''
Well, there's my sister Jean,
She's not handsome or good looking
Scarcely sixteen and a fella she was courting
Now at twenty-four with a son and a daughter
Here am I at forty-five and I've never had an offer
I can cook and I can sew and I can keep the house right tidy
Rise up in the morning and get the breakfast ready
There's nothing in this whole world would make me half so cheery
As a wee fat man to call me his own deary
So come landsman or come pinsman, come tinker or come tailor
Come fiddler or come dancer, come ploughboy or come sailor
Come rich man, come poor man, come fool or come witty
Come any man at all! Won't you marry out of pity?
Well now I'm away home for nobody's heeding
Nobody's heeding and nobody's pleading
I'll go away to my own bitty garret
If I can't get a man, then I'll have to get a carrot
There's a noble fleet of whalers, they're sailing from Dundee
Manned by British sailors that take them o'er the sea.
On a western ocean passage, we started on the trip
We flew along just like a song on a gallant whaling ship.
Was the second Sunday morning, just after leaving port,
We met a heavy sou'west gale and washed away our boat
It washed away our quarterdeck, our stanchions just as well,
And so we set the whole shabang a floatin' in the gale.
''(Chorus)
For the wind was on our quarter, the engines working free
There's not another whaler that sails the Arctic Sea
Can beat the old //Polina//; you need not try, my sons,
We challenged all both great and small from Dundee to St John's.''
Art Jackman set his canvas, //Fair Weather// galloped steam
And Captain Guy the daring boy came plunging through the stream
And Mullins in the //Husky// tried to beat the bloody lot
But to beat the old //Polina//, boys, was something he could not!
There's the noble //Terra Nova//, a model without doubt,
The //Arctic// and //Aurora//, they talk so much about.
Art Jackman's model mail boat, the terror of the sea,
Tried to beat the old //Polina// on a passage from Dundee.
Now we're back in old St. John's where rum is very cheap
We'll drink a health of Captain Guy who brought us o'er the deep,
A health to all our sweethearts, and to our wives so fair,
Not another ship could make the trip, the //Polina// I declare !
Of all the money that e'er I spent
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that ever I did
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
If I had money enough to spend
And leisure to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in the town
That sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
I own she has my heart enthralled
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They'd 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 softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
''(Chorus)
Oh, the prickle-eye bush
It pricks my heart full sore
And if ever I'm out of the prickle-eye bush
I'll never get in it any more!''
"Hangman, O hangman,
Hold your rope awhile,
I think I see my father
Over yonder style."
"Father, did you bring me me gold?
Or have you brought any fee?
For to save my body from the cold clay ground
And my neck from the gallows tree."
"No, I didn't bring you gold
Nor have I brought any fee,
For I have come to see you hung
Upon the gallows tree.”
(Repeat for mother, brother, etc., etc.)
"Hangman, O hangman,
Hold your rope awhile,
I think I see my lover
Over yonder style."
"Lover, did you bring me me gold?
Or have you brought any fee?
For to save my body from the cold clay ground
And my neck from the gallows tree."
“Yes, I brought you gold,
Yes, I brought your fee,
And I've not come for to see you hung
Upon the gallows tree.”
''Last chorus:
Oh, the prickle-eye bush
It pricks my heart full sore
And now that I'm out of the prickle-eye bush
I'll never get in it any more!''
Hi, ho, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Rare bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
And in that bog there was a hole
A rare hole, a rattlin' hole
Hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o
And in that hole there was a tree
A rare tree, a rattlin' tree
Tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o
And on that tree there was a limb...
And on that limb there was a branch...
And on that branch there was a twig...
And on that twig there was a leaf...
And on that leaf there was a nest...
And in that nest there was an egg...
And on that egg there was a bird...
And on that bird there was a feather...
And on that feather there was a flea...
In the merry month of June from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight
next morning blithe and early, Took a drop of pure to keep me heartfrom sinking;
Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking. See the lassies smile, laughing
all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required, I was almost tired of the
rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
When off Holyhead wished meself was dead,
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
Well the bouys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in,
With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray.
We quitely cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the way to Dublin, Whack fol all the Ra !
Tell me, what is this sailboat's name?
''It's the sailboat //Malarkey//''
Tell me, what is this sailboat's name?
''It's the sailboat //Malarkey//''
Who is the man that built this fine boat?
Richardson, Richardson built this fine boat
And now me boys, we are bound out to sea
Windward Caroline come down to me
She's lovely aloft and she's lovely below
but best on her back as you very well know
So lift her up boys and bring her down
And hang on tight as she bounces around
I'd give the world, and all that I know
To turn and roll with my Lucy-oh
Away away in St George's town
the rats come batting the houses down
Tell me, what is this sailboat's name?
Tell me, what is this sailboat's name?
--
//Malachi// was the vessel's name.
Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair
One could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share
He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet
Then he stumbled off into the grass asleep beside the street
''(Chorus)
Ring-ding-did-a-little-la-di-oh,
Ring-di-diddly-eye-oh,
(Repeat last line of verse)''
About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by
One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
"See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built?
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt."
They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth.
They marveled for a moment then one said, "We must be gone.
Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along."
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star the Scot's kilt did lift and show.
Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards the trees
Behind a bush he lift his kilt and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes
"Ah, lad I don't know you've been, but I see you've won first prize."
Upon the far-off Eastern Shore an oyster dredger lay
With the seat worn out of his oilskin pants, his hat had blown away
His clothes were rather seedy, and his chance he knew was slim
Of ever reaching Baltimore in the pungy he was in
''(Chorus)
Then lay me in the forepeak with my face toward Baltimore
Praying I'll never get shanghaied again out on the Eastern Shore
Where they feed you on corn dog and sourbelly twice a day
And you're counted a lucky dredger if you ever gets your pay''
In spirit he could fancy himself in a restaurant again
Ordering plates of liver for himself and Shorty ~McLean
The dredgers stood around him, their eyes could scarcely see
From drinking five cent whisky, oh what a glorious spree
Our steward he was an African, the best cook in the fleet
At making India rubber bread, he never could be beat
His shadow soup was excellent and on a Christmas day
We'd eat dead duck that he'd picked up while sailing down the bay
And oh, that Galway skipper, I never shall forgive
He'd halloo like a porpoise to throw away the jib
On Sundays while at rest he'd swear, "I'm only for your good,
So come up, me little hearties, and saw up all the wood!"
It was on one chilly evening after working all the day
Our captain spied with his telescope the police sloop far away
With sails trimmed aft and topsails set our gallant pungy flew
Over to the forbidden ground to catch a jag or two
But scarce we'd started working when the police sloop hove in sight
"Haul down your jib" was his command, and then began the fight
The captain hauled his pistol out as the sloop to round us tried
But we raised our dredge and made away upon the foggy tide
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
One morning in July
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two white feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself
To make sure I was standing there.
Chorus
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down.
As she onward sped I shook my head
And I gazed with a feeling rare
And I said, says I, to a passerby
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
He smiled at me, and with pride says he,
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
She's young Rosie ~McCann from the banks of the Bann
She's the star of the County Down."
Chorus
I've travelled a bit, but never was hit
Since my roving career began
But fair and square I surrendered there
To the charms of young Rose McCann.
I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet
Did I meet with in shawl or gown
But in she went and I asked no rent
From the star of the County Down.
Chorus
At the crossroads fair I'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies
On the heart of the nut-brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Though with rust my plow turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.
Chorus
If you go down in the woods today you're sure of a big surprise
If you go down in the woods today you'd better go in disguise
For every bear that ever there was will gather there for certain
Because today's the day the Teddy Bears have their picnic
Every Teddy Bear who's been good is sure of a treat today
There's lots of marvellous things to eat and wonderful games to play
Beneath the trees where nobody sees they'll hide and seek as long as they please
That's the way the Teddy Bears have their picnic
Picnic time for Teddy Bears
The little Teddy Bears are having a lovely time today
Watch them, catch them unawares and see them picnic on their holiday
See them gaily gad about
They love to play and shout
They never have any cares
At six o'clock their Mummies and Daddies will take them home to bed
'Cause they're tired little Teddy Bears
If you go down in the woods today you better not go alone
It's lovely down in the woods today but saver to stay at home
For every bear that ever there was will gather there for certain
Because today's the day the Teddy Bears have their picnic
The water is wide, I cannot get oer
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I
A ship there is and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim
I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
So did my love prove false to me
I reached my finger into some soft bush
Thinking the fairest flower to find
I pricked my finger to the bone
And left the fairest flower behind
Oh love be handsome and love be kind
Gay as a jewel when first it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew
Must I go bound while you go free
Must I love a man who doesn't love me
Must I be born with so little art
As to love a man who'll break my heart
When cockle shells turn silver bells
Then will my love come back to me
When roses bloom in winter's gloom
Then will my love return to me
The gypsy rover came over the hill, down through the valley so shady,
He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang, and he won the heart of a lady.
''(Chorus)
Ah-de-do, ah-de-do-da-day, ah-de-do, ah-de-da-ay
He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang, and he won the heart of a lady.''
She left her father's castle gates, she left her own fine lover
She left her servants and her state to follow the gypsy rover.
Her father saddled up his fastest steed and roamed the valleys all over
Sought his daughter at great speed and the whistling gypsy rover.
He came at last to a mansion fine, down by the river Claydee
And there was music and there was wine, for the gypsy and his lady.
"He is no gypsy, my father" she said, "but lord of these lands all over,
And I shall stay 'til my dying day with my whistling gypsy rover."
I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
And now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.
chorus: And it's no, nay, never,
No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more.
I went to 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 as yours I could have any day."
chorus
I took 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 I spoke sure 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 if they caress (forgive) me as ofttimes before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.
chorus
There's a yellow rose in Texas, that I am going to see,
No other feller loves her, no other only me
She cried so when I left her it like to broke my heart,
And if I ever find her, we nevermore will part.
She's the sweetest little rosebud that Texas ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew;
You may talk about your Dearest May, and sing of Rosa Lee,
But the Yellow Rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.
When the Rio Grande is flowing, the starry skies are bright,
She walks along the river in the quiet summer night:
She thinks if I remember, when we parted long ago,
I promised to come back again, and not to leave her so.
Oh now I'm going to find her, for my heart is full of woe,
And we'll sing the songs together, that we sung so long ago
We'll play the banjo gaily, and we'll sing the songs of yore,
And the Yellow Rose of Texas shall be mine forevermore.
(Chorus)
This land is your land
This land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the redwood forests to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me
I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me, a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
(Canadian chorus)
This land is your land
This land is my land
From Bonavista to Vancouver Island
From the Arctic Circle to the Great Lake waters
This land was made for you and me
''(Chorus)
And it's three score and ten boys and men were lost from Grimsby Town
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough many hundreds more were drowned.
Their herring boats, their trawlers, their fishing smacks as well;
They went to fight the bitter night and battle with the swell.''
Me thinks I see a host of craft spreading their sails a-lea,
As down the Humber they did lie, bound for the cold North Sea.
Me thinks I see a wee small craft and crew with hearts so brave,
They went to earn their daily bread upon the restless waves.
October night brought such a sight, 'twas never seen before,
There were masts and yards of broken spars washed-up on the shore.
There was many a heart of sorrow, there was many a heart so brave,
There was many a true and noble lad to find a watery grave.
To Anacreon in Heav'n, where he sat in full glee,
A few Sons of Harmony sent a petition;
That he their Inspirer and Patron wou'd be;
When this answer arrived from the Jolly Old Grecian;
"Voice, Fiddle, and Flute,
No longer be mute,
I'll lend you my name and inspire you to boot,
And besides I'll instruct you like me, to intwine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."
The news through Olympus immediately flew;
When Old Thunder pretended to give himself airs.
If these Mortals are suffered their scheme to pursue,
The Devil, a Goddess, will stay above stairs.
"Hark", Already they cry,
"In transports of joy,
Away to the Sons of Anacreon we'll fly.
And besides I'll instruct you like me, to intwine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."
"The Yellow-Haired God and his nine lusty Maids,
From Helion's banks will incontinent flee,
Idalia will boast but of tenantless Shades,
And the bi-forked hill a mere desert will be.
My Thunder no fear on't,
Shall soon do it's errand,
And damme I'll swing the Ringleaders I warrant,
I'll trim the young dogs, for thus daring to twine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."
Apollo rose up and said, "Pry'thee ne'er quarrel,
Good sing of the Gods with my Vot'ries below:
Your Thunder is useless"--then showing his laurel,
Cry'd "Sic evitable fulmen' you know!
Then over each head
My laurels I'll spread
So my sons from your Crackers no mischief shall dread,
While snug in their clubroom, they jovially twine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."
Next Momus got up with his risible Phiz
And swore with Apollo he'd cheerfully join-
"The full tide of Harmony still shall be his,
But the Song, and the Catch, and the Laugh, shall be mine.
Then Jove be not jealous
Of these honest fellows,"
Cry'd Jove, "We relent since the truth you now tell us;
And swear by Old Styx, that they long shall intwine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."
Ye Sons of Anacreon then join hand in hand;
Preserve Unanimity, Friendship, and Love!
'Tis yours to support what's so happily plann'd;
You've the sanction of Gods, and the Fiat of Jove.
While thus we agree,
Our toast let it be:
"May our Club flourish Happy, United, and Free!
And long may the Sons of Anacreon intwine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."
/***
|Name:|ToggleTagPlugin|
|Description:|Makes a checkbox which toggles a tag in a tiddler|
|Version:|3.1.0a|
|Date:|27-Jun-2011|
|Source:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#ToggleTagPlugin|
|Author:|Simon Baird <simon.baird@gmail.com>|
|License:|http://mptw.tiddlyspot.com/#TheBSDLicense|
!!Usage
{{{<<toggleTag }}}//{{{TagName TiddlerName LabelText}}}//{{{>>}}}
* TagName - the tag to be toggled, default value "checked"
* TiddlerName - the tiddler to toggle the tag in, default value the current tiddler
* LabelText - the text (gets wikified) to put next to the check box, default value is '{{{[[TagName]]}}}' or '{{{[[TagName]] [[TiddlerName]]}}}'
(If a parameter is '.' then the default will be used)
* TouchMod flag - if non empty then touch the tiddlers mod date. Note, can set config.toggleTagAlwaysTouchModDate to always touch mod date
!!Examples
|Code|Description|Example|h
|{{{<<toggleTag>>}}}|Toggles the default tag (checked) in this tiddler|<<toggleTag>>|
|{{{<<toggleTag TagName>>}}}|Toggles the TagName tag in this tiddler|<<toggleTag TagName>>|
|{{{<<toggleTag TagName TiddlerName>>}}}|Toggles the TagName tag in the TiddlerName tiddler|<<toggleTag TagName TiddlerName>>|
|{{{<<toggleTag TagName TiddlerName 'click me'>>}}}|Same but with custom label|<<toggleTag TagName TiddlerName 'click me'>>|
|{{{<<toggleTag . . 'click me'>>}}}|dot means use default value|<<toggleTag . . 'click me'>>|
!!Notes
* If TiddlerName doesn't exist it will be silently created
* Set label to '-' to specify no label
* See also http://mgtd-alpha.tiddlyspot.com/#ToggleTag2
!!Known issues
* Doesn't smoothly handle the case where you toggle a tag in a tiddler that is current open for editing
* Should convert to use named params
***/
//{{{
if (config.toggleTagAlwaysTouchModDate == undefined) config.toggleTagAlwaysTouchModDate = false;
merge(config.macros,{
toggleTag: {
createIfRequired: true,
shortLabel: "[[%0]]",
longLabel: "[[%0]] [[%1]]",
handler: function(place,macroName,params,wikifier,paramString,tiddler) {
var tiddlerTitle = tiddler ? tiddler.title : '';
var tag = (params[0] && params[0] != '.') ? params[0] : "checked";
var title = (params[1] && params[1] != '.') ? params[1] : tiddlerTitle;
var defaultLabel = (title == tiddlerTitle ? this.shortLabel : this.longLabel);
var label = (params[2] && params[2] != '.') ? params[2] : defaultLabel;
var touchMod = (params[3] && params[3] != '.') ? params[3] : "";
label = (label == '-' ? '' : label); // dash means no label
var theTiddler = (title == tiddlerTitle ? tiddler : store.getTiddler(title));
var cb = createTiddlyCheckbox(place, label.format([tag,title]), theTiddler && theTiddler.isTagged(tag), function(e) {
if (!store.tiddlerExists(title)) {
if (config.macros.toggleTag.createIfRequired) {
var content = store.getTiddlerText(title); // just in case it's a shadow
store.saveTiddler(title,title,content?content:"",config.options.txtUserName,new Date(),null);
}
else
return false;
}
if ((touchMod != "" || config.toggleTagAlwaysTouchModDate) && theTiddler)
theTiddler.modified = new Date();
store.setTiddlerTag(title,this.checked,tag);
return true;
});
}
}
});
//}}}
Twa recruiting sergeants came frae the Black Watch
Tae markets and fairs, some recruits for tae catch.
But a' that they 'listed was forty and twa:
Enlist my bonnie laddie an' come awa.
And it's over the mountain and over the Main,
Through Gibralter, to France and Spain.
Pit a feather tae your bonnet, and a kilt aboon your knee,
Enlist bonnie laddie and come awa with me.
And its into the barn and out o' the byre,
This ole farmer, he thinks ye never tire.
It's slavery a' yer life, a life o' low degree.
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa with me
And it's over the mountain and over the Main,
Through Gibralter, to France and Spain.
Pit a feather tae your bonnet, and a kilt aboon your knee,
Enlist bonnie laddie and come awa with me.
Oh laddie ye dinna ken the danger that yer in.
If yer horses was to fleg, and yer owsen was to rin,
This greedy ole farmer, he wouldna pay yer fee.
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa wi' me
And it's over the mountain and over the Main,
Through Gibralter, to France and Spain.
Pit a feather tae your bonnet, and a kilt aboon your knee,
Enlist bonnie laddie and come awa with me.
With your tattie porin's and yer meal and kale,
Yer soor sowan' soorin's and yer ill-brewed ale,
Yer buttermilk, yer whey, and yer breid fired raw.
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa.
And it's over the mountain and over the Main,
Through Gibralter, to France and Spain.
Pit a feather tae your bonnet, and a kilt aboon your knee,
Enlist bonnie laddie and come awa with me.
And it's over the mountain and over the Main,
Through Gibralter, to France and Spain.
Pit a feather tae your bonnet, and a kilt aboon your knee,
Enlist bonnie laddie and come awa with me.
O laddie if ye've got a sweetheart an' a bairn,
Ye'll easily get rid o' that ill-spun yarn.
Twa rattles o' the drum, aye and that'll pay it a'.
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa.
And it's over the mountain and over the Main,
Through Gibralter, to France and Spain.
Pit a feather tae your bonnet, and a kilt aboon your knee,
Enlist bonnie laddie and come awa with me.
Once a jolly swagman sat beside the billabong,
Under the shade of a coulibah tree,
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me?
''(Chorus)
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.''
Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billabong
Up jumped the swagman and seized him with glee
And he sang as he tucked jumbuck in his tuckerbag
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
Down came the stockman, riding on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers, one, two, three.
"Where's the jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billabong,
"You'll never catch me alive," cried he
And his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billabong,
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
We be three poor mariners,
Newly come from the seas,
We spend our lives in jeopardy,
While others live at ease.
''(Chorus)
Shall we go dance the Round, around, around?
And he that is a bully boy,
Come, pledge me on this ground, aground, aground!''
We care not for those martial men
That do our states disdain;
But we care for those merchantmen
That do our states maintain.
Tell me o' lands o' the Orient gay,
Sing o' the riches and joys o' Cathay
Man! But it's grand to awaken each day
And find yourself nearer to Isla.
''(Chorus)
Westering home wi' a song in the air
Light in me heart an' it's goodbye to care
Laughter o' love and a welcomin' there
Isle o' me heart, me own land.''
Wha' are the folks like the folks o' the west?
Canty an' couthy an' kind to the best
There I would lay me and there I would rest
At home wi' my ain folks at Isla.
Songs about sailing after the most majestic creatures in the oceans, and brutally killing them.
When I was a fair maid about seventeen
I listed in the navy, for to serve the Queen
I listed in the navy, a sailor lad to stand
For to hear the cannons rattle and the music so grand
And the music so grand, and the music so grand
For to hear the cannons rattle and the music so grand
Well, the officer that listed me was a tall and handsome man
He said, "You'll make a sailor, so come along, my man"
My waist being tall and slender, my fingers long and thin
Oh the very soon they learned me, I soon exceeded them
I soon exceeded them, I soon exceeded them
Oh the very soon they learned me, I soon exceeded them
Well, they sent me to bed and they sent me to bunk
To lie with a sailor, I never was afraid
But taking off my blue coat, it oft times made me smile
For to think I was a sailor and a maiden all the while
And a maiden all the while, and a maiden all the while
For to think I was a sailor and a maiden all the while
Well, they sent me off to London for to guard the Tower
And I'm sure I might be there 'til my very dying hour
But a lady fell in love with me, I told her I was a maid
Oh she went unto the captain and my secret she betrayed
My secret she betrayed, my secret she betrayed
Oh she went unto the captain and my secret she betrayed
Well, the captain, he came up to me and he asked if this was so
Oh I dare not, I dare not, I dare not say no
"It's a pity we should lose you, such a sailor lad you made
It's a pity we should lose you, such a handsome young maid
A handsome young maid, a handsome young maid
It's a pity we should lose you, such a handsome young maid"
So it's fare thee well, captain, you've been so kind to me
And likewise, my shipmates, I'm sorry to part with thee
But if ever the navy needs a lad, a sailor I'll remain
I'll put out my hat and feathers and I'll run the rigging again
And I'll run the rigging again, I'll run the rigging again
I'll put out my hat and feathers and I'll run the rigging again
Where have all the flowers gone?
''Long time passing''
Where have all the flowers gone?
''Long time ago''
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls picked them, every one
''When will they ever learn?''
''Oh, when will they ever learn?''
Where have all the young girls gone?...
Gone to young men, every one...
Where have all the young men gone?...
Gone for soldiers, every one...
Where have all the soldiers gone?...
Gone to graveyards, every one...
Where have all the graveyards gone?...
Gone to flower, every one...
As I was a-goin' over Gilgarra Mountain
I spied Colonel Farrell, and his money he was countin'.
First I drew my pistols and then I drew my rapier,
Sayin' "Stand and deliver, for I am your bold receiver."
Musha ringum duram da,
Whack fol the daddy-o,
There's whiskey in the jar.
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny;
I put it in my pocket to take home to darlin' Jenny.
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me,
Bu the devil take the women, for they always lie so easy!
Musha rungum duram da
I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber,
To dream of gold and girls, and of course it was no wonder:
Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,
Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
Musha rungum duram da
Next mornin' early, before I rose for travel,
A-came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell.
I goes to draw my pistol, for she'd stole away my rapier,
But a prisoner I was taken, I couldn't shoot the water.
Musha rungum duram da
They put me into jail with a judge all a-writin':
For robbin' Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain.
But they didn't take me fists and I knocked the jailer down
And bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town.
Musha ringum duram da
I'd like to find me brother, the one who's in the army;
I don't know where he's stationed, be it Cork or in Killarney.
Together we'd go roamin' o'er the mountains of Kilkenny,
And I swear he'd treat me fairer than my darlin' sportin' Jenny!
Musha ringum duram da
There's some takes delight in the carriages and rollin',
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin',
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
Courtin' pretty maids in the mornin', o so early!
Musha ringum duram da
Whup Jamboree, whup jamboree
Oh a long-tailed sailor man comin' up behind
Whup Jamboree, whup jamboree
Come an' get your oats me son
The pilot he looked out ahead
The hands on the cane and the heavin' of the lead
And the old man roared to wake the dead
Come and get your oats me son
Oh, now we see the lizzard light
Soon, me boys, we'll heave in sight
We'll soon be abreast of the Isle of Wight
Come and get your oats me son
Now when we get to the black wall dock
Those pretty young girls come out in flocks
With short-legged drawers and long-tailed frocks
Come and get your oats me son
Wel,, then we'll walk down limelight way
And all the girls will spend our pay
We'll not see more 'til another day
Come and get your oats me son
Sweet and low, sweet and low
Wind of the Western Sea
Blow and blow, breathe and blow
Wind of the Western Sea
Over the rolling waters blow
Come from the dying moon and blow
Blow him again to me while my little one
While my pretty one sleeps
Sleep and rest Sleep and rest
Father will come to me soon
Rest, rest on mother's breast
Father will come to me soon
Father will come to his babe in the nest
Silver sails come out of the west
Under the silver moon sleep my little one
Sleep my pretty one Sleep
Ye Jacobites by name
Give an ear, give an ear
Ye Jacobites by name give an ear
Ye Jacobites by name
Your faults I will proclaim
Your doctrines I must blame,
You shall hear.
What is right and what is wrong
By the law, by the law
What is right and what is wrong by the law
What is right and what is wrong,
A short sword and a long
A weak arm and a strong
For to draw.
What makes heroic strife
famed afar, famed afar?
What makes heroic strife famed afar?
What makes heroic strife,
To whet the assassin's knife
Or hunt a parent's life
With bloody war.
Then leave your schemes alone
In the state, in the state
Then leave your schemes alone in the state
Then leave your schemes alone,
Adore the rising sun
And leave a man alone
To his fate.
Then leave your schemes alone,
Adore the rising sun
And leave a man alone to his fate...
And leave a man alone to his fate.
''(Chorus)
Take up the sheets me hearties,
Water the decks with brine,
Bend to the oars, you lousy whores,
None is bigger than mine.''
Three old whores in Winnipeg
Were drinking a sherry wine,
Says one of them to the other two,
"Yours is smaller than mine."
"You're a liar," says the other old whore
"Mine's as big as the sea,
The battleships sail In and out,
And never a bother to me"
"You're a liar," says the other old whore,
"Mine's as big as the moon,
The ships sail in on the first of the year,
And never come out until June."
"You're a liar," says the other old whore,
"Mine's as big as the air,
the ships sail out and the ships sail in,
And never tickle a hair"
"You're a liar," says the first again,
I'd blush to be so small,
Many's the fleet they sailed right in,
And never come out at all."