Changing Your DemeanourHere we are we've come to call
With pipes and flutes and fiddles and all
In case of death we've even brought a keener
So if you're glum and feeling down
Just feel like us and act the clown and soon
There'll be a change in your demeanour
I put me money on a horse today
Cotton-Eyed JoeIf it hadn't been for cotton-eye joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go
Where did you come from cotton-eye joe
Get out your fiddle, rosin' up your bow
Play an old tune called Cotton-Eyed Joe
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Down The Old Plank RoadRather be in Richmond with all the hail and rain
Than to be in Georgia boys wearin' that ball and chain
Won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more
Way down the Old Plank Road
Here's a Health to the CompanyFine friends and companions
Come join me in rhyme
Come lift up your voices
In chorus with mine
Come lift up your voices,
All grief to refrain
For we may or might never
All meet here again
Lambs in the GreenfieldsThe lambs on the greenfield they sport and they play
and many strawberries grow 'round the salt sea.
And many strawberries grow 'round the salt sea
and many a ship sails the ocean.
The bride and bride's party to church they did go
the bride she rode foremost . she bares the best show.
oh I followed after / with my heart filled with woe
Past Three O'ClockPast three a clock,
And a cold frosty morning,
Past three a clock;
Good morrow, masters all!
Born is a Baby,
Gentle as may be,
Son of the eternal
Rattlin' Roarin'WillieO, rattlin, roarin Willie,
O, he held to the fair,
An for to sell his fiddle
An buy some other ware;
But parting wi' his fiddle,
The saut tear blin't his e'e-
And rattlin, roarin Willie,
Ye're welcome hame to me.
St. Stephen's Day MurdersI knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas,
And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve.
I wonder if they grew up hating the season,
The good will that lasts til the Feast of St. Stephen
For that is the time to eat, drink, and be merry,
Til the beer is all spilled and the whiskey has flowed.
And the whole family tree you neglected to bury,
The Foggy DewКогда горной долиной пасхальным утром
В город на ярмарку ехал я,
Вооруженные строевые ряды из марширующих людей
Эскадронами прошли мимо меня.
Не гудела волынка, не отбивал
свой жуткий такт военный барабан,
Но молитвенный колокол над зыбью Лиффи
Раздался сквозь туманную росу.
The Rocky Road To DublinIn the merry month of May
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,
When A Man's In LoveWhen a man's in love he feels no cold
As I not long ago
As a hero bold to see my girl
I ploughed through frost and snow
And moon she gently shed her light
Along my dreary way
Until at length I came to the spot