Siúil a Rún
(Traditional)

Chorus:
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rún,
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin,
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom,
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán.

(Shool, shool, shool aroon, 
Shool guh suck-ir agus, shool guh k’ewn,
Shool guh durris agus ay-lee lum,
Iss guh day too ma-vor-neen slawn.)

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 mhúirnín slán.

(Chorus)

I’ll sell my rock, I’ll sell my reel,
I’d sell my only spinning wheel,
To buy my love a sword of steel.
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán.

(Chorus)

I’ll dye my petticoats, I’ll dye them red,
Around the world I’ll beg my bread,
Until my parents shall wish me dead,
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán.

(Chorus)

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.

(Chorus)

But now my love has gone to France,
To seek his fortune to advance;
If he e’er comes back, ah, ’tis but a chance,
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán.

(Chorus 2x)

House of the Rising Sun
(Traditional)

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun,
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
And God, I know I'm one.

If I had listened, what mama said, 
I’d be at home today, 
But bein’ so young and foolish, Lord, Lord, 
Let a rambler lead me astray.

Go tell my baby Sister, 
Never do like I have done, 
To shun that house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun.

My mother she’s a tailor,
She sewed my old blue jeans.
My father was a gamblin' man,
Way down in New Orleans.

The only thing a gambler needs,
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he's satisfied,
Is when he's on a drunk.

Fills his glasses to the brim,
And passes them around, 
The only pleasure he get’s out of life, 
Is stumblin’ from town to town.

One foot on the platform,
The other foot on the train,
I'm goin' back to New Orleans,
To wear that ball and chain.

Goin’ back to New Orleans, 
My race is almost run, 
I’m goin’ back to spend my days, 
Beneath that Risin’ Sun.

Well, there is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun,
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
And God, I know I'm one.

And God, I know I'm one.

Banks of the Lee
(Traditional)

When two lovers meet down, beside the green bower,
When two lovers meet down, beneath the green tree.
When Mary, fond Mary, declared to her lover;
"You have stolen my poor heart, from the Banks of the Lee”.

Chorus: 
I loved her very dearly, so true and sincerely,
There was no one in this wide world I loved better than she.
Every bush, every bower, every sweet Irish flower,
Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee.

"Don't stay out late, love, on the moorlands, my Mary;
Don't stay out late, love, on the moorlands from me”.
How little was our notion, when we parted on the ocean,
That we were forever parted, from the banks of the Lee.

(Chorus)

I will pluck her some roses, some blooming Irish roses;
I will pluck her some roses, the fairest that ever grew.
And I'll leave them on the grave of my own true lovely Mary,
In that cold and silent churchyard, where she sleeps 'neath the dew.

(Chorus)

Bonnie Ship the Diamond
(Traditional)

The Diamond is a ship, m’lads, for the Davis Straights she’s bound,
And the quay it is all garnished with bonny lasses ‘round.
Captain Thomas gives the orders, to sail the ocean wide,
And the sun it never sets m’lads, nor darkness dims the sky.

Chorus:
And it’s cheer up me lads! Let your hearts never fail!
For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a fishin’ for a whale! (2x)

Upon the quay at Peterhead, the lasses gather ‘round,
With their shawls all pulled about them, and the salt tears running down.
Now don’t you cry my bonny lass, though you’ll be left behind,
For the rose will grow on Greenland’s ice before I’ve changed my mind!

(Chorus)

Here’s health to the Resolution, likewise the Eliza Dame,
Here’s health to the Battle of Montrose, and the Diamond ship of fame!
We wear the trousers of the white, and the jackets of the blue,
When we return to Peterhead, we’ll have sweethearts anew!

(Chorus)

It’ll be bright both the day and night, when the Greenland lads return,
With a ship that’s full of oils m’lads, and monies for to burn!
We’ll make a cradle for to rock, and the blankets for to tear,
And every lass in Peterhead will sing “Hush-a-bye my dear!”.

(Chorus)

And it’s cheer up me lads! Let your hearts never fail!
For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a fishin’ for a whale!

Star of the County Down
(Traditional)

Near Banbridge town in the County Down, one morning last July,
Down a boreen green came a sweet Colleen, and she smiled as she passed me by. 
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet, to the sheen of her nut-brown hair. 
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook meself, for to see 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 sure I shook me head, and I looked with a feeling rare.
And I said, says I, to a passer-by, ”Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
He smiled at me and he says, says he, "That's the gem of Ireland's crown,
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, she's the star of the County Down”.
              
(Chorus)

At the harvest fair she'll be surely there, and I'll dress in me Sunday clothes,
With me shoes shone bright, and me hat cocked right, for a smile from the nut-brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke, ’til me plough rust-colored brown. 
’Til a smiling bride by my own fireside, sits the star of the County Down.

(Chorus 2x)

As I Roved Out
(Traditional)

Who are you, me pretty fair maid, who are you, me honey?
And who are you, me pretty fair maid, who are you, me honey?
She answered me quite modestly, "I am me mother's darling,”
With me, too-ree-ai, fa-da-diddle-die, dearie, fol-diddle-dar-ee-oh.

And will you come to me mother's house, when the moon is shining clearly,
And will you come to me mother's house, when the moon is shining clearly,
I'll open the door and I'll let you in, divil 'o one would hear us,
With me, too-ree-ai, fa-da-diddle-die, dearie, fol-diddle-dar-ee-oh.

So I went to her house in the middle of the night, when the moon was shining clearly,        
So I went to her house in the middle of the night, when the moon was shining clearly,
And she opened the door and she let me in, divil ‘o one would hear us,
With me, too-ree-ai, fa-da-diddle-die, dearie, fol-diddle-dar-ee-oh.

She took my horse by the bridle and the bit, and led him to the stable,
She took my horse by the bridle and the bit, and led him to the stable,
Saying, "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse, to eat it if he is able”,
With me, too-ree-ai, fa-da-diddle-die, dearie, fol-diddle-dar-ee-oh.

Then she took me by the lily-white hand, and led me to the table,
Then she took me by the lily-white hand, and led me to the table,
Saying, "There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy, to drink if he is able”,
With me, too-ree-ai, fa-da-diddle-die, dearie, fol-diddle-dar-ee-oh.

Then I got up and I made the bed, and I made it nice and aisy,
Then I got up and I made the bed, and I made it nice and aisy,
Then I got up and laid her down, saying, "Lassie, are you able?"
With me, too-ree-ai, fa-da-diddle-die, dearie, fol-diddle-dar-ee-oh.

And there we lay till the break of day, and divil a one did hear us,
And there we lay till the break of day, and divil a one did hear us,
Then I arose, put on me clothes, saying, "Lassie, I must leave you”,
With me, too-ree-ai, fa-da-diddle-die, dearie, fol-diddle-dar-ee-oh.

And when will you return again, when will we be married?
And when will you return again, when will we be married?
When broken shells make Christmas bells, we might then get married.
With me, too-ree-ai, fa-da-diddle-die, dearie, fol-diddle-dar-ee-oh.

Too-ree-ai, fa-da-diddle-die, dearie, fol-diddle-dar-ee-oh. (3x)

Molly Malone
(Traditional)

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
I first set me eye on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow, through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

Chorus:
"Alive, alive, oh!
Alive, alive, oh!”,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!” (2x)

She was a fishmonger, and 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, oh!"

(Chorus)

She died of a fever, and no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow, through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

(Chorus)

Danny Boy
(Traditional)

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 roses fallin’;
It's you, it's 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.
It’s I'll be here, in sunshine, or in shadow;
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so!


But when ye come, and all the flow'rs are dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be;
Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.


And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me;
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend, and tell me that you love me;
And I shall sleep in peace, until you come to me!

Sugar in the Hold
(Traditional)

Well, I wish I was in Mobile Bay,
Screwing cotton all the day,
But I'm stowin’ sugar in the hold below,
Below, below, below.

Chorus:
Hey, ho, below, below,
Stowin’ sugar in the hold below! Huh!
Hey, ho, below, below,
Stowin’ sugar in the hold below.

Well the J.M. White, she's a new boat,
Stem to stern she's mighty fine,
Beat any boat on the N’awlin’s line,
Stowin’ sugar in the hold below. Huh!

(Chorus)

Well, the engineer shouts through his trumpet,
"Tell the mate, we got bad news,
Can't get the steam for the fire in the flue”,
Stowin’ sugar in the hold below. Huh!

(Chorus)

Well, the captain's on the quarter deck,
Scratchin' 'way at his ol’ neck,
And he cries out, "Heave the larboard lead!"
Stowin’ sugar in the hold below. Huh!

(Chorus 2x)

The Bard
(Music & lyrics by Luke Stearns)

When I was a lad, I longed to roam far from my land.
I charmed the very birds out of their nesting places,
And every lass in town was sure to know my face.
And my friends and family gathered ‘round me,
Smokin’ their pipes and drinking stout, mead, and ale.
And my father said, “Lad, you’ll be a bonny bard someday!
Ah yes, a bonny bard someday!”

I lived song by song, I traveled far and wide.
I shared stories from my home and slept ‘neath the starry, starry skies.
But now I’m dreaming of home, wanting to go back!
Oh, Ireland, she’s calling me, and I wait for the Emerald Angels to carry me home.
To carry me home… Oh…

Well money gets paid and deals get made,
And for the right amount of gold, they’ll take away your very soul!

So now I’m dreaming of home, wanting to go back.
Oh, Ireland, she’s calling me, and I wait for the Emerald Angels to carry me home.
To carry me home… Oh…

My sons and daughters, listen to what I say:
Don’t let them tempt you with their gold,
Don’t let them take you from your home.
Don’t let them take your Ireland away!
My sons and daughters, you’ll all be bonny bards someday.
Ah, yes, bonny bards someday!

Parting Glass
(Traditional)

Oh, all the money that e'er I spent, I spent it in good company.
And all the harm that e'er I've done, 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.

Oh, all the comrades that e'er I've had, are sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts that e'er I've had, would 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 I'll softly call, good night, and joy be with you all.

If I had money enough to spend, and leisure time to sit awhile, 
There is a fair maid in this town, who 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.

Good night and joy be with you all!