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FALL DOWN BILLY O'SHEA

We all got drunk in Dublin City

Fall down me Billy

We all got drunk, sure, more's the pity

Fall down Billy O'Shea

[Chorus]

Fall down, fall down, Fall down me Billy

We're bound away for Americay,

Fall down Billy O'Shea

We lay ourselves down on Sir Rogerson's Quay

Fall down me Billy

And when we woke up we were out to sea

Fall down Billy O'Shea

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We are no sailors Captain Drew

Fall down Billy O'Shea

And quite unhappy to sail with you

Fall down Billy O'Shea

[Chorus]

The Captain said, "I've a cure for that.

Fall down me Billy

And here for a start is a dose of the cat."

Fall down Billy O'Shea

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He sent him up to the topmast yard

Fall down me Billy

When he hit the deck, oh!

He took it hard

Fall down Billy O'Shea

[Chorus]

We sewed him up in a canvas sail

Fall down me Billy

And we lowered him gently o'er the rail

Fall down Billy O'Shea

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Over the side and down he goes

Fall down me Billy

He's gone to Davy Jones

with a stitch through his nose

Fall down Billy O'Shea

[Chorus]

Farewell, farewell, farewell me Billy

For I am bound for TAMPA BAY,

Farewell Billy O'Shea

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FIDDLER'S GREEN

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 a song

'Oh take me away boys, my time is not long'

Chorus:

Dress me up in me oilskin and jumper

No more on the docks I'll be seen

Just tell me old shipmates

I'm taking a trip mates

And I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green

Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell

Where the fishermen 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

Chorus:

The skies are always clear and there's never a gale

And the fish jump on board with a flip of their tail

Where you lie at your leisure there's no work to do

And the skipper's below making tea for the crew

Chorus:

An when you’re in dock

and the long trip is through

There's pubs and there's clubs

and there's lassies there too

Now the girls are all pretty

and the beer it is free

And there's bottles of rum

hanging from every tree.

Chorus:

I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me.

Just give me a breeze on a good rolling sea

I'll play me old squeezebox as we sail along

With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song

Chorus:

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GLENDY BURKE (Stephen Foster - 1860)

The Glendy Burke is a mighty fast boat

With a mighty fast captain, too

He sits up there on the hurricane roof

And he keeps his eye on the crew.

I can't stay here for they work too hard

I'm bound to leave this town,

I'll take my duds and tote 'em on my back

When the Glendy Burke comes down.

CHORUS:

Ho for Lousiana,

I'm bound to leave this town,

I'll take my duds and tote 'em on my back

When the Glendy Burke comes down.

The Glendy Burke has a funny old crew

And they sing the boatman's song;

They burn the pitch and the pine knot too

For to shove the boat along.

The smoke goes up and the engine roars

And the wheel goes round and round,

So fare you well for I'll take a little ride,

When the Glendy Burke comes down.

CHORUS:

I'll work all night in the wind and storm

I'll work all day in the rain,

'Til I find myself on the levy-dock

In New Orleans again.

They make me mow in the hay-field here

And knock my head with the flail,

I'll go where they work

with the sugar and the cane

And roll on the cotton bale.

CHORUS:

My lady love is as pretty as a pink,

I'll meet her on the way,

I'll take her back to the sunny old south,

And there I'll make her stay.

So don't you fret my honey, dear

Oh don't you fret Miss Brown;

I'll take you back 'fore

the middle of the week

When the Glendy Burke comes down.

CHORUS:

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GENERAL TAYLOR

General Taylor gained the day
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Oh, General Taylor gained the day
Carry him to his burying ground

Chorus (after each verse):
T' me way hey, you Stormy
Walk him along, John, carry him along
T' me way hey, you Stormy
Carry him to his burying ground

Oh I wish I was old Stormy’s son

Walk him along, John, carry him along
I’d build a ship ten thousand tons