Iphi Posted February 26, 2006 Share Posted February 26, 2006 I'm throwing a Pirate Party on the beach for me Intended on his 40th birthday this summer and we wanted to spend some of the party singing Pirate Songs and the like. Even so, not everyone who is coming is well versed in traditional Shanties. Can anyone make a suggestion as to where I might find lyrics on line for the traditional sea songs? Iphi Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coastie04 Posted February 27, 2006 Share Posted February 27, 2006 "Shanties from the Seven Seas" by Stan Hugill is a good one. I'd also suggest www.chivalry.com/cantaria, which has some good shanty lyrics and usually has an mp3 of one or more verses. Coastie She was bigger and faster when under full sail With a gale on the beam and the seas o'er the rail Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yarr harr Posted May 9, 2006 Share Posted May 9, 2006 hay haul away, haul away joe! and then ee got 'is head cut off! hay haul away, haul away joe! thats all i be know'in. :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Hearted Pearl Posted May 9, 2006 Share Posted May 9, 2006 Shanties and Sea Songs ~Black Hearted Pearl The optimist expects the wind. The pessimist complains about the wind. The realist adjusts the sails. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gryffin Posted May 10, 2006 Share Posted May 10, 2006 They don't do pirate shantie's but check out Great Big Sea. Great Big Sea Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Doctor Posted May 10, 2006 Share Posted May 10, 2006 Well, since this be a thread about pyrate shanties, how's about we stick to pyrate, or at least nautical shanties?! Just a though, mind ye... :) Yo ho ho! Or does nobody actually say that? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Hearted Pearl Posted May 11, 2006 Share Posted May 11, 2006 Ifn' you want to sing some piratey songs along with a cd, may I suggest purchasing "Whiskey, Women and War" from the Whiskey Bards. They post the lyrics on their website and encourage their fans to sing along. For the bawdy tunes, look to Yonatan of the Whiskey Bards pre-band solo cd with his wife titled "The Fool Motley". It has me favorite songs, The Pirate Daughter's Lament and Pirates always get lucky on Saturday Nights. The Whiskey Bards ~Black Hearted Pearl The optimist expects the wind. The pessimist complains about the wind. The realist adjusts the sails. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MajorChaos Posted May 16, 2006 Share Posted May 16, 2006 In the Maryland area there is a group called The Ships Company that does Shanty nights three times a month. Check out there site for info, anyway, they put together a nifty song book and usually offer a copy for $5. Which reminds me, I need to get me their newest one. Not sure that helps any, but, maybe you could contact 'em and see if they could send ya a copy. Chaos, panic, pandemonium - my work here is done. Master-At-Arms, Crew Of The Vigilant Baltimore Maryland Based 17th & 18th Century Naval Living History Crew Of The Vigilant Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Red-Handed Jill Posted May 16, 2006 Share Posted May 16, 2006 If you want to stick to purely piratical songs: The Derelict (Fifteen Men on a Dead Man's Chest) Billy Bones The Pirate Song (which is a ballad) The Coasts of High Barbary Captain Kidd Henry Martin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Doctor Posted May 25, 2006 Share Posted May 25, 2006 Not a shanty, per se, but fun enough... Renaissance Faire I was told once, by a friend of mine She had seen an olden sign, She said she was not from this time, And did I feel the same? So I told her, "Yes", I knew her fear As I felt the truth draw near. I told her back three hundred years, Was the time that I held dear... {Chorus} Gather ye lords and ladies fair, Come with me to the Renaissance Faire! Hurry now, We're almost there... Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la,la, la, la... Through the shroud of mystery, Turn a page of history. Feeling more than you can see, Down at the Renaissance Faire. Hear the minstrels play their tunes, They will play the whole night through, Special songs for me and you, And anyone whose heart is true... {Chorus} There's too many stars for one sky to hold, Some will fall, others are sold, As the fields turn to gold Down at the Renaissance Faire... {Chorus x 3} Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la,la, la, la... Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la,la, la, la... Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la,la, la, la... Yo ho ho! Or does nobody actually say that? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Doctor Posted May 26, 2006 Share Posted May 26, 2006 The Wild Rover I've been a wild rover for many's the year I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer But now I'm returning with gold in great store And I never will play the wild rover no more And it's No, Nay, never, No, nay never no more Will I play the wild rover, No never no more I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent And I told the landlady me money was spent I asked her for credit, she answered me nay Such a customer as you I can have any day And it's No, Nay, never, No, nay never no more Will I play the wild rover, No never no more I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best And the words that you told me were only in jest" And it's No, Nay, never, No, nay never no more Will I play the wild rover, No never no more I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son And, when they've caressed me as oft times before I never will play the wild rover no more And it's No, Nay, never, No, nay never no more Will I play the wild rover, No never no more Yo ho ho! Or does nobody actually say that? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Doctor Posted June 6, 2006 Share Posted June 6, 2006 This is a great song for a pub sing! :) South Australia In South Australia I was born Heave away, haul away! In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn And we're bound for South Australia! [Chorus] Haul away you rolling kings Heave away, haul away! All the way, you'll hear me sing And we're bound for South Australia! As I walked out one morning fair Heave away, haul away! 'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair And we're bound for South Australia! Chorus: I shook her up and I shook her down Heave away, haul away! I shook her 'round and 'round the town And we're bound for South Australia! Chorus: I run her all night, and I run her all day Heave away, haul away! And I run her until we sailed away And we're bound for South Australia! Chorus: There ain't but one thing grieves me mind Heave away, haul away! To leave Miss Nancy Blair behind And we're bound for South Australia! Chorus: And as we wallop 'round Cape Horn Heave away, haul away! You'll wish to God you'd never been born And we're bound for South Australia! Chorus: In South Australia, my native land Heave away, haul away! Full of rocks and thieves and fleas and sand And we're bound for South Australia! Chorus: I wish I was on Australia's strand Heave away, haul away! With a bottle of whiskey in each hand And we're bound for South Australia! Chorus x 2: Yo ho ho! Or does nobody actually say that? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MajorChaos Posted June 8, 2006 Share Posted June 8, 2006 Here's one that I've been trying to learn so I can particpate better at the shanties around Maryland. Boozing Now what are the joys of a single young man? Why, boozing, bloody well boozing And what is he doing whenever he can? Why, boozing, bloody well boozing You may think I’m wrong or you may think I’m right I’m not going to argue, I know you can fight But what do you think we are doing tonight? Why, boozing, bloody well boozing Boozing, boozing, just you and I Boozing, boozing, when we are dry Some do it openly, some on the sly And we all are bloody well boozing Oh what are the joys of a poor married man?… And what is he doing whenever he can?… He comes home at night and he gives his wife all He goes out a-shopping, makes many a call But what brings him home, hanging on to the wall?… And what do the moral majority run down? And what are they banning in every town? They stand on street corners, they rave and they shout They shout about things they know nothing about But what are they doing when the lights are turned out? Chaos, panic, pandemonium - my work here is done. Master-At-Arms, Crew Of The Vigilant Baltimore Maryland Based 17th & 18th Century Naval Living History Crew Of The Vigilant Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lady snow Posted June 8, 2006 Share Posted June 8, 2006 I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns brightAnd the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best And the words that you told me were only in jest" I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son And, when they've caressed me as oft times before I never will play the wild rover no more we sing alternate lyrics - landlady - 3rd line - and i take you upstairs and show you the rest parents instead of caressed embraced and sometimes forgive (but not too often) ~snow with faith, trust and pixiedust, everything is possible if it be tourist season, why can't we shoot them? IWG #3057 - Local 9 emmf steel rose player - bella donna, 2005 improv cast member and dance instructor - fort tryon medieval festival lady neige - midsummer renaissance faire Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Doctor Posted June 8, 2006 Share Posted June 8, 2006 Looks like I found the Southern version of the shanty.... Yo ho ho! Or does nobody actually say that? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Doctor Posted June 9, 2006 Share Posted June 9, 2006 Another great acapella singalong, and the group sings the italicized lines. Sam's Gone Away Well, I wish I was a mate on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! I wish I was a mate on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! [Chorus] Pretty work, brave boys! Pretty work, I say! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war. Well, I wish I was a cook on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! I wish I was a cook on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! Chorus Well, I wish I was a cooper on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! I wish I was a cooper on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! Chorus Well, I wish I was a gunner on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! I wish I was a gunner on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! Chorus Well, I wish I was a master on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! I wish I was a master on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! Chorus Well, I wish I was had respect on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! I wish I was had respect on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! Chorus Well, I wish I was a helmsman on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! I wish I was a helmsman on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! Chorus Well, I wish I was first mate on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! I wish I was first mate on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! Chorus Well, I wish I was the captain on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! I wish I was the captain on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! Chorus Well, you'll never be a hero on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! You'll never be a hero on board a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! Sam's gone away, aboard a man-o-war! Yo ho ho! Or does nobody actually say that? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Doctor Posted June 9, 2006 Share Posted June 9, 2006 Geordie As I walked under London bridge One misty morning early, I overheard a fair, pretty maid, Lamenting for her Geordie. ’’My Geordie will be hanged with a golden chain, ’tis not the chain of many. He stole sixteen of the King’s royal deer And he sold them in Boeny.’’ ’’Go saddle me my milk white steed, Go saddle me my pony. That I may ride to London’s courts To plead for the life of Geordie.’’ ’’My Geordie never hurt a man nor calf He never hurted any, He stole sixteen of the King’s royal deer And he sold them in Boeny.’’ ’’Two pretty babies have I borne, The third lies in my body, And I would part with them every one, If you pardon my dear Geordie.’’ But the Judge looked over his left shoulder, He said, ’’Fair maid, I’m sorry, I cannot pardon the one you love, He has been hanged already.’’ Yo ho ho! Or does nobody actually say that? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jessie k. Posted June 29, 2006 Share Posted June 29, 2006 One of my favorites, as sung by Wylde Nept: John Kanakanaka I thought I heard the old man say (pull) John Kanakanaka too ri ay Today, today is a holiday (pull) John Kanakanaka too ri ay Too ri ay, oh too ri ay, John Kanakanaka too ri ay There’s work tomorrow but no work today (pull) John Kanakanaka too ri ay For today, today is a holiday (pull) John Kanakanaka too ri ay Too ri ay, oh too ri ay, John Kanakanaka too ri ay Growl you may but go you must (pull) John Kanakanaka too ri ay If you growl too loud your head they’ll bust (pull) John Kanakanaka too ri ay Today, today is a holiday John Kanakanaka too ri ay Too ri ay, oh too ri ay, John Kanakanaka too ri ay Around Cape Horn our ship must go (pull) John Kanakanaka too ri ay Around Cape Horn through the ice and snow (pull) John Kanakanaka too ri ay Today, today is a holiday John Kanakanaka too ri ay Too ri ay, oh too ri ay, John Kanakanaka too ri ay My dear old mum she wrote to me (pull) John Kanakanaka too ri ay Oh son, my son come home from sea (pull) John Kanakanaka too ri ay Today, today is a holiday John Kanakanaka too ri ay Too ri ay, oh too ri ay, John Kanakanaka too ri ay Now one more pull and then belay (pull) John Kanakanaka too ri ay For today, today is a holiday (pull) John Kanakanaka too ri ay Today, today is a holiday John Kanakanaka too ri ay Too ri ay, oh too ri ay, John Kanakanaka too ri ay "When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear, and life stands explained." --Mark Twain Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
William Blydes Posted June 30, 2006 Share Posted June 30, 2006 I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best And the words that you told me were only in jest" we sing alternate lyrics - landlady - 3rd line - and i take you upstairs and show you the rest parents instead of caressed embraced and sometimes forgive (but not too often) ah yes... opening a pandora's box here... we also change the lyrics on this one... we use your line... but the 2nd and 3th are has something to do with the land lady showing and doing other 'things' And then there is Black Velvett Band... or Black Rubber Band as we do it. Sang that at Stockwood faire a few years back (the last year they had it). Surprised a few people... then taught them the new lyrics A snipit: "And you thought she was do'in the band" <reply: And she was!!> William Blydes I don't get lost, I EXPLORE! Adventures on the High Seas (refitted and back on station!) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thane Blackthorn Posted June 30, 2006 Share Posted June 30, 2006 Here's a tune I like. Back Home in Derry (Gordon Lightfoot / Bobby Sands) In eighteen-o-three we sailed out to sea Out from the sweet town of Derry For Australia bound, if we didn't all drown The marks of our fetters we carried In our rusty iron chains we cried for our weans Our good women we left in sorrow As the main sails unfurled, our curses we hurled On the English and thoughts of tomorrow At the mouth of the Foyle, bade farewell to the soil As down below decks we were lying O'Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream By a vision of bold Robert dying The sun burnt cruel as we dished out the gruel Dan O'Conner was down with a fever Sixty rebels today, bound for Botany Bay How many will reach their receiver Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight White horses rode high as the devil passed by Taking souls to Hades by twilight Five weeks out to sea, we were now forty-three We buried our comrades each morning In our own slime we were lost in the time Endless night without dawning Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry Van Diemen's Land is a hell for a man To end out his whole life in slavery Where the climate is raw and a gun makes the law Neither wind nor rain care for bravery Twenty years have gone by, I have ended my bond My comrades' ghosts walk beside me A rebel I came, I'm still the same On the cold winds of night you will find me Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry Tune: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Doctor Posted July 5, 2006 Share Posted July 5, 2006 The Highwayman By Alfred Noyes Part One I The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding- Riding-riding- The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. II He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin; They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh! And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle, His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky. III Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard, And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred; He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. IV And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked; His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay, But he loved the landlord's daughter, The landlord's red-lipped daughter, Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say- V "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way." VI He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand, But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, (Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!) Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West. Part Two I He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon; And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon, When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor, A red-coat troop came marching- Marching-marching- King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door. II They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead, But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed; Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side! There was death at every window; And hell at one dark window; For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride. III They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest; They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast! "Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say- Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight; I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way! IV She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good! She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood! They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years, Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight, The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers! V The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest! Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast, She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again; For the road lay bare in the moonlight; Blank and bare in the moonlight; And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain. VI Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear; Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear? Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill, The highwayman came riding, Riding, riding! The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up strait and still! VII Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night ! Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light! Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath, Then her finger moved in the moonlight, Her musket shattered the moonlight, Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death. VIII He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood! Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear How Bess, the landlord's daughter, The landlord's black-eyed daughter, Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there. IX Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky, With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high! Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat, When they shot him down on the highway, Down like a dog on the highway, And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat. * * * * * * X And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding- Riding-riding- A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door. XI Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard, And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred; He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. Notes: This is the original version of The Highwayman, copyrighted 1906, 1913. Yo ho ho! Or does nobody actually say that? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Atala Syrcuse Posted July 9, 2006 Share Posted July 9, 2006 I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns brightAnd the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best And the words that you told me were only in jest" I always thought the last line was... And I'll take ye upstairs and show ya the rest!" Drink Up Me Harties Yo Ho! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Capt Thighbiter Posted July 9, 2006 Share Posted July 9, 2006 The Hellion was His Majestys ship, a two mast weatherly bark Commanded by John Mowett, a man both stern and dark With letters in hand to haras the French, she sailed the Spanish main By the grace of God to sail from the Yard and then sail back again. Now who were the crew of the Hellion, the ones who made her sail? There were Sailing Master Thighbiter to see the winds not fail Firstmate Bloody Bill Marley, and Butch Cannon, of the gunners crew But the Sailing Masters failing was he shipped his son too chorus[ And Up Sailed The Hellion, with her cannon blazing wide Boarding party in the forchains, and lining the weather side Hoisting up the mainsail, on the starboard tack she lies Make 'em strike thier colors lads, make 'em strike or die] And the blood was spilled from many a ship, many a prize they took but never a copper for the common hand, never on the gold they looked In a chest of iron it was locked , on the orlop deck it be For the good of the Crown they might drown, to serve his Majesty chorus Was off the coast Tortuga, in May of fourty four The Man-O-War, Terrible' sailed to settle up the score A French thirty two, with three hundered souls that stood before the mast with a hard order from Le' Govenor to sink the Hellion fast Le Capitan' Fromage spied the Hellion with his glass and He clewed up his fors'le to make his broadside pass They fired their guns at a biscuit toss away from Hellions side Was in the fray as they pulled away, the Master's son did die chorus Now the Hellion had the weather gage and was able to escape Mowett bade the crew to leave the dead, for repairs they had to make No service for the Master's son, which it nearly broke his heart Gave twenty two lashes to the crew, and the mutiny did start Was late that night in the officers mess, the crew all did decide and Capitan Mowet was given a Jonah's lift RIGHT o'r the side now the Hellion sails on, a pirate ship, forever more to be She lives on in this song for all eternity chorus 2 x Pirate music at it's best, from 1650 onwards The Brigands Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
William Blydes Posted July 10, 2006 Share Posted July 10, 2006 I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns brightAnd the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best And the words that you told me were only in jest" I always thought the last line was... And I'll take ye upstairs and show ya the rest!" Cause it all starts with taking something else from yer pocket.... William Blydes I don't get lost, I EXPLORE! Adventures on the High Seas (refitted and back on station!) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rateye Posted July 16, 2006 Share Posted July 16, 2006 Well here's on of my all time favorites. Though it's not exactly a seafaring song it could definately be used. What I perfer is to utilize a good slamming of the tankards during the chorus. Reilly’s Daughter As I was sitting by the fire, Eatin’ spuds and drinkin’ porter Suddenly a thought came into my mind: I'd like to marry old Reilly's daughter, Chorus: Diddly I ow, Diddly I Ay, Diddly I ow, For the one-eyed Reilly, Diddly I ow, (Boom! Boom! Boom! ) Play it on your old bass drum. Reilly played on the big bass drum Reilly had a mind for murder and slaughter, Reilly had a bright red gilmerin’ eye, He kept that eye on his lovely daughter. Chorus: Diddly I ow, Diddly I Ay, Diddly I ow, For the one-eyed Reilly, Diddly I ow, (Boom! Boom! Boom! ) Play it on your old bass drum. Her hair was black and her eyes were blue The colonel and the major and the captain sought her Sergeant and the private and the drummer boy, too Never had a chance with Reilly's daughter. Chorus: Diddly I ow, Diddly I Ay, Diddly I ow, For the one-eyed Reilly, Diddly I ow, (Boom! Boom! Boom! ) Play it on your old bass drum. I got me a ring and a parson, too, I got me a 'scratch' in the married quarter Settled me down for a peaceful life, Happy as a king with Reilly's daughter. Chorus: Diddly I ow, Diddly I Ay, Diddly I ow, For the one eyed Reilly, Diddly I ow, (Boom! Boom! Boom! ) Play it on your old bass drum. Suddenly footsteps on the stairs, Who could it be? Reilly out for slaughter! With two pistols in his hand Lookin’ for the man who married his daughter. Chorus: Diddly I ow, Diddly I Ay, Diddly I ow, For the one-eyed Reilly, Diddly I ow, (Boom! Boom! Boom! ) Play it on your old bass drum. I grabbed old Reilly by the hair, Rammed his head in a pail of water, Fired his pistols in the air, Insightin’ murder cuz I married his daughter. Chorus: Diddly I ow, Diddly I Ay, Diddly I ow, For the one-eyed Reilly, Diddly I ow, (Boom! Boom! Boom! ) Play it on your old bass drum. Just play it on yer old bass drum! Hope ye like it! Rats Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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