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Chemical Workers Song (aka, The Process Man)
CHORUS:
And it's go boys, go
They'll time your every breath
And every day you're in this place
You're two days nearer death
But you go....
Well, a process man am I and I'm tellin' you no lie,
I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky.
There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air,
There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair.
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Well, I've worked among the spinners, and I breathe the oily smoke,
I've shoveled up the gypsum and it nigh on makes you choke,
I've stood knee deep in cyanide, got sick with a caustic burn.
Been workin' rough, I've seen enough to make your stomach turn.
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There's overtime and bonus opportunities galore,
The young men like their money and they all come back for more
But soon you're knockin' on and you look older than you should --
For every bob made on the job, you pay with flesh and blood.
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Well, a process man am I and I'm tellin' you no lie,
I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky.
There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air
There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair.
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The Night Pat Murphy Died
Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, it's 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.
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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.
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About two o'clock in the morning after emptying the jug,
Doyle opens up the icebox 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.
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They stopped the hearse on George Street outside some damn saloon,
They all went in at half past eight and staggered out at noon.
They went up to the graveyard, so holy and sublime,
They found out when they got there, they'd left the corpse behind!
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Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, it's 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,
FIRE IN THE GLEN'S IN THE CORNER, some music for to play!
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Reilly's Daughter
As I was sitting by the fire, talking to old Reilly's daughter,
Suddenly a thought came into my mind -- I'd like to marry old Reilly's daughter.
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Giddy i-ae, giddy i-ae, giddy i-ae for the one-eyed Reilly.
Giddy i-ae (bang bang bang) -- 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 glittering eye
And he kept that eye on his lovely daughter.
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Her hair was red and her eyes were blue,
The colonel and the major and the captain sought her,
The sergeant and the private and the drummer boy too,
But they never had a chance with Reilly's daughter.
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I got me a ring and a parson too,
Got me a scratch in a married quarter,
Settled me down to a peaceful life,
Happy as a king with Reilly's daughter.
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Suddenly a footstep on the stairs --
Who should it be but Reilly out for slaughter?
With two pistols in his hands,
Looking for the man who married his daughter.
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I caught old Reilly by the hair,
Jammed his head in a pail of water,
Fired his pistols into the air
A damned sight quicker than I married his daughter.
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I boxed his ears and kicked his knee,
'Til he agreed that I had caught her,
When up he rose he bowed to me --
Now he's dandling a bonny granddaughter.
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Drunken Sailor
What do we do with a drunken sailor?
What do we do with a drunken sailor?
What do we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!
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Way hay, and up she rises
Way hay, and up she rises
Way hay, and up she rises
Early in the morning!
Sling him in a long boat 'til he's sober,
Sling him in a long boat 'til he's sober,
Sling him in a long boat 'til he's sober,
Early in the morning!
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Stick him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him,
Stick him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him,
Stick him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him,
Early in the morning!
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Put him in the bilge and make him drink it,
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it,
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it,
Early in the morning!
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Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Early in the morning!
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Put him into bed with the captains daughter,
Put him into bed with the captains daughter,
Put him into bed with the captains daughter,
Early in the morning!
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Give him a hair of the dog that bit him,
Give him a hair of the dog that bit him,
Give him a hair of the dog that bit him,
Early in the morning!
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That's what we do with a drunken sailor,
That's what we do with a drunken sailor,
That's what we do with a drunken sailor,
Early in the morning!
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Ramblin' Rover
CHORUS:
Oh, there're sober men and plenty, and drunkards barely twenty,
There are men of over ninety who have never yet kissed a girl.
But give me a ramblin' rover, fare Orkney down to Dover.
We will roam the country over, and together we'll face the world.
There's many that feign enjoyment,
From merciless employment,
Their ambition was this deployment
From the minute they left the school.
They save and scrape and ponder
While the rest go out and squander,
See the world and rove and wander
And are happier as a rule.
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I've roamed throughout the nation,
Ta'en delight in all creation,
And enjoyed a wee sensation
When the company did prove kind.
And when partin' was no pleasure,
I've drunk another measure
To the good friends that we treasure
For they always are on our mind.
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If you're bent wi' arthiritis,
Your bowels have got colitis,
You've gallopin' bollockitis
And you're thinkin' it's time you died,
If you've been a man o' action,
While you're lying there in traction,
You may gain some satisfaction
Thinkin', "Jesus, at least I tried."
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Big Strong Man
Have you heard about the big strong man?
He lives in a caravan.
Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight?
Oh, Lord what a hell of a night.
You can take all of the heavyweights you've got.
We've got a lad that can beat the whole lot.
He used to ring bells in the belfry,
Now he's gone to fight Jack Demspey.
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That was my brother Sylvest' (What's he got?)
A row of forty medals on his chest (big chest!)
He killed fifty bad men in the west -- he knows no rest.
Think of a man, hells' fire, don't push, just shove,
Plenty of room for you and me.
He's got an arm like a leg
And a punch that would sink a battleship (big ship!)
It takes all the army and the navy to put the wind up Sylvest'.
Now, he thought he'd take a trip to Italy.
He thought that he'd go by sea.
He jumped off the harbor in New York,
And swam like a man made of cork.
He saw the Lusitania in distress. (What he do?)
He put the Lusitania on his chest.
He drank all the water in the sea,
And he walked all the way to Italy.
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He thought he take a trip to old Japan.
They turned out the whole brass band.
He played every instrument they got,
Like a lad sure he beat the whole lot.
Now the old church bells will ring (Hells bells!)
The old church choir will sing (Hells fire!)
They all turned out to say farewell to my big brother Sylvest'.
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Wild Rover
I've been a wild rover for many's the year,
And 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.
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And it's no, nay, never,
No, nay, never no more!
Will I play the wild rover,
No, never no more.
I went into an alehouse I used to frequent,
I told the landlady me money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay,"
"Such a custom as yours I can have any day."
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I took from me 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 I said sure were only in jest.
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I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done, (...what I oughta)
And ask them to pardon their prodigal son. (...their prodigal daughter.)
And if they forgive me as ofttimes before,
I never will play the wild rover no more.
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Bell-Bottom'd Trousers
When I was a serving maid down in Drury Lane,
My master he was good to me, my mistress was the same,
When along came a sailor on shore on liberty,
And to me woe that sailor took liberties with me.
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Singin' the bell-bottom'd trousers, coats of navy blue,
Let him climb the riggin like his Daddy used to do.
It was at a ball I met him, he asked me for a dance,
I knew he was a sailor by the way he wore his pants.
His shoes were brightly polished, his hair was neatly combed
And when the dance was over, he asked to see me home.
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He asked me for a handkerchief to tie around his head,
He asked me for a candle to light his way to bed,
And I a foolish maiden, not thinkin' it no harm,
I jumped into the sailor's bed to keep the sailor warm.
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I knew he was no Sampson but that night he went to town,
He laid me on the bed until my blue eyes turned to brown.
And early the next mornin', before the break of day,
A twelve-pound note he gave to me and these warning words did say:
He said, 'Take this my darlin' for the damage I have done,
For you may have a daughter or you may have a son.
And if you have a daughter, then bounce her on your knee,
But if you have a son, send the bastard out to sea!'
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Rattlin' Bog
CHORUS:
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley oh!
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley oh!
Now in that bog there was a hole, a rare hole, a rattlin' hole --
A hole in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley oh!
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And in that hole there was a tree, a rare tree, a rattlin' tree --
A tree in the hole and a hole in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley oh!
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And on that tree there was a branch, a rare branch, a rattlin' branch --
A branch on the tree and a tree in the hole and a hole in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley oh!
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And on that branch there was a limb, a rare limb, a rattlin' limb --
A limb on the branch and a branch on the tree and a tree in the hole and a hole in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley oh!
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Well on that limb there was a nest, a rare nest, a rattlin' nest --
A nest on the limb and a limb on the branch and a branch on the tree and a tree in the hole and a hole in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley oh!
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And in that nest there was a bird, a rare bird, a rattlin' bird --
A bird in the nest and a nest on the limb and a limb on the branch and a branch on the tree and a tree in the hole and a hole in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley oh!
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And in that bird there was an egg, a rare egg, a rattlin' egg --
An egg in the bird and a bird in the nest and a nest on the limb and a limb on the branch and a branch on the tree and a tree in the hole and a hole in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley oh!
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And in that egg there was a bird, a rare bird, a rattlin' bird --
A bird in the egg and an egg in the bird and a bird in the nest and a nest on the limb and a limb on the branch and a branch on the tree and a tree in the hole and a hole in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley oh!
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And on that bird there was a feather, a rare feather, a rattlin' feather --
A feather on the bird and a bird in the egg and an egg in the bird and a bird in the nest and a nest on the limb and a limb on the branch and a branch on the tree and a tree in the hole and a hole in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley oh!
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Walk in the Irish Rain
When the sun goes down o'er Dublin town
The colors last for hours, oh!
The lights come on, the night's a song
And the streets all turn to gold.
A gentle mist called heaven's kiss
Like teardrops off an angel's wing...
Don't you know you'll cleanse your soul
With a walk in the Irish rain.
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Oh, Katherine, take my hand
I've got three pounds and change.
I'll sing you songs of love again
And when I get too drunk to sing...
We'll walk in the Irish rain.
Forever more I've stepped ashore,
My sailing days are over, oh!
Through time and tide and by your side,
Together we'll grow old.
I threw my sea bag in the bin
And brought these pretty flowers home.
Kiss me Kate, we'll celebrate
Before the bloom is gone.
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A tinker and a tailor and a drunken old sailor,
They all get together and start to play.
Time stands still while they drink their fill --
They'll shout 'til the break of day!
A sweet little lady with a glass of stout,
She's sippin' it down 'til the foam runs out.
She'll help her old man home again
With a walk in the Irish rain.
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The Wellerman
There once was a ship that put to sea,
And the name of the ship was the Billy o' Tea,
The winds blew up, her bow dipped down --
Blow, me bully boys, blow (HUH!)
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Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum.
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go.
She had not been two weeks from shore
When down on her a right whale bore,
The captain called all hands and swore
He'd take that whale in tow (HUH!)
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Before the boat had hit the water
The whale's tail came up and caught her,
All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her
When she dived down below (HUH!)
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No line was cut, no whale was freed,
An' the captain's mind was not on greed
But he belonged to the whalerman's creed --
She took that ship in tow (HUH!)
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For forty days or even more,
The line went slack then tight once more,
All boats were lost, there were only four
And still that whale did go (HUH!)
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As far as I've heard, the fight's still on,
The line's not cut, and the whale's not gone.
The Wellerman makes his regular call
To encourage the captain, crew and all.
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