PmU;֥81 @"DATA.APP1@ +.,2.3/701:@K@   @ K@O&YA _@iTable1 ColA1 2ColB1ColA2ColB2ColA3 Index1ColA12ColA2 6BShe packed my bags last night pre-flightZero hour nine a.m.And I'm gonna be high as a kite by thenI miss the earth so much I miss my wifeIt's lonely out in spaceOn such a timeless flightAnd I think it's gonna be a long long timeTill touch down brings me round again to findI'm not the man they think I am at homeOh no no no I'm a rocket manRocket man burning out his fuse up here aloneMars ain't the kind of place to raise your kidsIn fact it's cold as hellAnd there's no one there to raise them if you didAnd all this science I don't understandIt's just my job five days a weekA rocket man, a rocket manAnd I think it's gonna be a long long time...DThe struggle is over, the boys are defeated,Old Ireland's surrounded with sadness and gloom,We were defeated and shamefuIIy treated,And I, Robert Emmet, awaiting my doom.Hung, drawn and quartered, sure that was my sentence,But soon I will show them no coward am I.My crime is the love of the land I was born in,A hero I lived and a hero I'll die. Chorus:Bold Robert Emmet, the darling of Ireland,Bold Robert Emmet will die with a smile,Farewell companions both loyal and daring,I'll lay down my life for the Emerald Isle. The barque lay at anchor awaiting to bring meOver the billows to the land of the free;But I must see my sweetheart for I know she will cheer me,And with her I will sail far over the sea.But I was arrested and cast into prison,Tried as a traitor, a rebel, a spy;But no man can call me a knave or a coward,A hero I lived and a hero I'll die.  Hark! I the bell's tolling, I well know its meaning,My poor heart tells me it is my death knell;In come the clergy, the warder is leading,I have no friends here to bid me farewell.Goodbye, old Ireland, my parents and sweetheart,Companions in arms to forget you must try;I am proud of the honour, it was only my duty-A hero I lived and a hero I'll die. "EAt Boulavogue, as the sun was settingO'er bright May meadows of Shelmalier,A rebel hand set the heather blazingAnd brought the neighbors from far and near.Then Father Murphy, from old Kilcormack,Spurred up the rocks with a warning cry;"Arm! Arm!" he cried, "for I've come to lead you,For Ireland's freedom we fight or die." He led us on 'gainst the coming soldiers,The cowardly Yeomen we put to flight;'Twas at the Harrow the boys of WexfordShowed Bookey's regiment how men could fight. Look out for hirelings, King George of England,Search every kingdom where breathes a slave,For Father Murphy of the County WexfordSweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave. We took Camolin and Enniscorthy,And Wexford storming drove out our foes;'Twas at Slieve Coillte our pikes were reekingWith the crimson stream of the beaten yeos. At Tubberneering and BallyellisFull many a Hessian lay in his gore;Ah, Father Murphy, had aid come over,The green flag floated from shore to shore! At Vinegar Hill, o'er the pleasant Slaney,Our heroes vainly stood back to back,And the Yeos at Tullow took Father MurphyAnd burned his body upon the rack. God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy,And open Heaven to all your men;The cause that called you may call tomorrowIn another fight for the green again.nGDear Boss I write this note to you to tell you of my plightAnd at the time of writing I am not a pretty sightMe body is all black and blue and me face a deadly grayAnd I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today I was workin' on the 14th floor; some bricks I had to clearAnd throwin' 'em down from such a height was not a good ideaThe foreman wasn't very pleased, he bein' an awful sodAnd he said I'd have to take them down the ladder in me hod Now shiftin' all those bricks by hand it seemed so awful slowSo I hoisted up a barrel and secured a rope belowBut in my haste to do the job I was too blind to seeThat a barrel full of buildin' bricks was heaveier than me Now when I came down I cut the rope and the barrel fell like leadAnd clinging tightly to the rope I started up insteadI shot up like a rocket and to my dismay I foundThat halfways up I met the bloody barrel comin' down Now the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it spedAnd when I reached the top I struck the pulley with me headI still clung on though numbed and shocked from this almighty blowAnd the barrel spilled out half the bricks 14 floors below Now when the bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floorI then outweighed the barrel and I started down once moreStill clinging tightly to the rope I headed for the groundAnd I fell among the broken bricks that were all scatter'd 'round As I lay there moaning on the floor sure I thought I'd passed the worstThen the barrel struck the pulley wheel and didn't the bottom burstA shower of bricks came down on me sure I haven't got a hopeAnd as I was losing consciousness... I let go the bloody rope Now the barrel it being heavier it started down once moreAnd it landed right across me as I lay there on the floorI broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only sayThat I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work todayCI read the news today oh boyAbout a lucky man who made the gradeAnd though the news was rather sadWell I just had to laughI saw the photograph.He blew his mind out in a carHe didn't notice that the lights had changedA crowd of people stood and staredThey'd seen his face beforeNobody was really sureIf he was from the House of Lords.I saw a film today oh boyThe English Army had just won the warA crowd of people turned awaybut I just had to lookHaving read the book.I'd love to turn you onWoke up, fell out of bed,Dragged a comb across my headFound my way downstairs and drank a cup,And looking up I noticed I was late.Found my coat and grabbed my hatMade the bus in seconds flatFound my way upstairs and had a smoke,Somebody spoke and I went into a dreamI read the news today oh boyFour thousand holes in Blackburn, LancashireAnd though the holes were rather smallThey had to count them allNow they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.I'd love to turn you onA  "Arial "ArialG,06720;A&)-6059.;==&*.:<85824=&)))+-,(09"+/76:8;525<;549! "ArialCWords are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universePools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,Possessing and caressing me.Jai guru deva omNothing's gonna change my world,Nothing's gonna change my world.Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,That call me on and on across the universe,Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box theyTumble blindly as they make their wayAcross the universeJai guru deva omNothing's gonna change my world,Nothing's gonna change my world.Sounds of laughter shades of earth are ringingThrough my open views inviting and inciting meLimitless undying love which shines around me like aMillion suns, it calls me on and onAcross the universeJai guru deva omNothing's gonna change my world,Nothing's gonna change my world.DBy lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling,"Michael, they have taken you away!"You stole Tim Valien's corn so the young might see the morn.Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."  Chorus:And low lies the fields of Athen Rye,Where once we watched the small free birds fly.Our love was on the wing; we had dreams and songs to sing,Its so lonely round the fields of Athen Rye. By lonely prison walls, I heard a young man calling,"Nothing matters Mary when you're free. Against the famineAnd the crown I rebelled they cut me down,Now you must raise our child with dignity."  Chorus:And low lies the fields of Athen Rye,Where once we watched the small free birds fly.Our love was on the wing; we had dreams and songs to sing,Its so lonely round the fields of Athen Rye. By lonely harbor wall, she watched the last star falling.As the prison ship sailed out against the sky.Now she lives and hopes and prays for her love in Botany bayIts so lonely round the fields of Athen Rye.  Chorus:And low lies the fields of Athen Rye,Where once we watched the small free birds fly.Our love was on the wing; we had dreams and songs to sing,Its so lonely round the fields of Athen Rye.CFlew in from Miami Beach BOACDidn't get to bed last nightOn the way the paper bag was on my kneeMan I had a dreadful flightI'm back in the U.S.S.R.You don't know how lucky you are boyBack in the U.S.S.R.Been away so long I hardly knew the placeGee it's good to be back homeLeave it till tomorrow to unpack my caseHoney disconnect the phoneI'm back in the U.S.S.R.You don't know how lucky you are boyBack in the U.S.S.R.Well the Ukraine girls really knock me outThey leave the West behindAnd Moscow girls make me sing and shoutThat Georgia's always on my mind.I'm back in the U.S.S.R.You don't know how lucky you are boysBack in the U.S.S.R.Show me round your snow peaked mountains way down southTake me to your daddy's farmLet me hear your balalaika's ringing outCome and keep your comrade warm.I'm back in the U.S.S.R. You don't know how lucky you are boysBack in the U.S.S.R.A  "Arial "Arial (%*)%+("&8)!& "ArialDChorus:You may travel from Clare to the county KildareFrom Francis Street back to the Coombe;But where would you see a fine widow like me?Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe, me boys,Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe. I'm a buxom fine widow, I live in a spotIn Dublin, they call it the Coombe.Me shops and me stalls are laid out on the street,And me palace consists of one room.I sell apples and oranges, nuts and sweet peas,Bananas and sugar stick sweet.On a Saturday night I sell second-hand clothes,From the floor of me stall in the street.   I sell fish on a Friday, spread out on a board;The finest you'll find in the sea.But the best is my herrings, fine Dublin Bay herrings,There's herrings for dinner and tea.I have a son, Mick, he's great on the flute,He plays in the Longford Street band;It would do your heart good for to see him march outOn a Sunday for Dollymount Strand.   In the park, on a Sunday, I make quite a dash;The neighbors look on in surprise.With my Aberdeen shawlie thrown over my head,I dazzle the sight of their eyes.At Patrick Street corner, for sixty-four years,I've stood, and no one can denyThat while I stood there, nobody could dareTo say black was the white of my eye FKOh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it, I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it, I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin', I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin', I saw a white ladder all covered with water, I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken, I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin', Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world, Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin', Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin', Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin', Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter, Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony, I met a white man who walked a black dog, I met a young woman whose body was burning, I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow, I met one man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded with hatred, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin', I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest, Where the people are many and their hands are all empty, Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters, Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison, Where the executioner's face is always well hidden, Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten, Where black is the color, where none is the number, And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it, Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin', But I'll know my song well before I start singin', And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.EIn the first of me downfall I put out the door,And I straight made me way on for Carrick-on-Suir;Going out by Rathronan 'twas late in the nightGoing out the west gate for to view the gaslight Chorus:Radley fal the diddle IRadley fal the riddle airo. There I met with a youth and unto him I said"Would you kindly direct me to where I'll get a bed?"It was then he directed me down to Cook's Lane,To where old Dick Darby kept an old sleeping cage  There I put up and down 'til I found out the door,And I cried, "Must I then spend the night on the floor?"And the missus came out and these words to me said,"If you give me three coppers I'll give you a bed."  She took me upstairs and she put out the light,And in less than five minutes I had to show fight.In less than five more, sure the story was worse,For the fleas came about me and brought me a curse.  All round me body they formed an arch,And all round me body they played the dead march.The bloody old major gave me such a nipThat he nearly had taken the use of me hip.Now I'm going to me study, these lines to pen down,  And if any poor traveler should e'er come to town,If any poor traveler benighted like me,Oh, beware of Dick Darby and the black cavalry. @I am a weaver, a Calton weaverI am a brash and a roving bladeI have silver in my pouchesAnd I follow a roving trade Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy whiskeyWhiskey, whiskey, Nancy O As I walked into Glasgow cityNancy Whiskey I chanced to smellI walked in, sat down beside herSeven long years I loved her well  The more I kissed her, the more I loved herThe more I kissed her, the more she smiledI forgot my mother's teachingNancy soon had me beguiled  I'm going back to the guild of weavingI'll really make those shuttles flyI'll make more at the Calton weavingThan ever I did in a roving way  So come all ye weavers, ye Caltonq weaversWeavers where e're ye beBeware of Whiskey, Nancy WhiskeyShe'll ruin you like she ruined me BThe October winds lament around the castle of DromoreYet peace is in her lofty halls, my loving treasure storeThough autumn leaves may droop and die, a bud of spring are you Sing hushabye loo, low loo, low lanHushabye loo, low loo Dread spirits all of black water, Clan Owen's wild bansheeBring no ill wind to him nor us, my helpless babe and meAnd Holy Mary pitying us to Heaven for grace doth sue  Take time to thrive, my ray of hope, in the garden of DromoreTake heed, young eaglet, till thy wings are feathered fit to soarA little rest and then the world is full of work to doA little rest and then the world is full of work to doBHere come old flattop he come grooving up slowlyHe got joo-joo eyeball he one holy rollerHe got hair down to his kneeGot to be a joker he just do what he pleaseHe wear no shoeshine he got toe-jam footballHe got monkey finger he shoot coca-colaHe say "I know you, you know me"One thing I can tell you is you got to be freeCome together right now over meHe bag production he got walrus gumbootHe got Ono sideboard he one spinal crackerHe got feet down below his kneeHold you in his armchair you can feel his diseaseCome together right now over meHe roller-coaster he got early warningHe got muddy water he one mojo filterHe say "One and one and one is three"Got to be good-looking 'cause he's so hard to seeCome together right now over meDIt was upon a Lammas nightWhen the corn rigs were bonnie,Beneath the moon's unclouded lightI held awa' to Annie. The time flew by wi' tentless heed'Til 'tween the late and early, Wi' small persuasion she agreedTo see me thro' the barley. Chorus:Corn Rigs and barley rigsCorn rigs are bonnyI'll ne'eer forget that Lammas nightAmang the rigs wi' Annie. The sky was blue, the wind was still,The moon was shining clearly.I set her down wi' right good willAmang the rigs o' barley.  I kept her heart, was a' my sin.I loved her most sincerely.I kissed her o'er and o'er againAmang the rigs o' barley.  I locked her in my fond embrace.Her heart was beatin' rarely.My blessing on that happy placeAmang the rigs o' barley. But by the moon and stars so brightThat shone that hour so clearly,She aye shall bless that happy nightAmang the rigs of barley.  I hae been blythe wi' comrades dearI hae been merry drinking.I hae been joyful gath'rin' gearI hae been happy thinking. But a' the pleasures e'er I sawTho' three times doubled fairly,That happy night was worth them a'Amang the rigs wi' Annie. CLet the farmer praise his grounds, let the hunter praise his hounds,And the shepherd his sweet scented lawn;But I, more blest than they, spend each happy night and dayWith my charmin' little cruiskeen lawn, lawn, lawnOh, my charmin little cruiskeen lawn. Chorus: Gra-ma-chree ma-cruiskeen, slainte geal mavoorneenGra-machree a cool-in bawn, bawn, bawn,Oh! gramachree a coolin bawn Immortal and divine, great Bacchus, god of wineCreate me by adoption your son.In hopes that you'll comply, THat my glass shall ne'er run dryNor my smilin' little little cruiskeen lawn, lawn, lawnOh, my smilin' little cruiskeen lawn.  And when grim Death appears, in a few but pleasant years,To tell me that my glass has run,I'll say, "Begone, you knave! For great Bacchus gave me leaveTo take another little little cruiskeen lawn, lawn, lawnOh, another' little cruiskeen lawn. EChorus:Don't call me early in the morning,Call me what you want to but leave me alone.Don't call me early in the morning,Just leave me till the cows are coming home. A man or a woman they need their relaxationFrom rising always at the dawnAnd the heart of the matter tomorrow is a SaturdayAnd I'll be lying on. Chorus:Don't call me early in the morning,Call me what you want to but leave me alone.Don't call me early in the morning,Just leave me till the cows are coming home. Sad the lad that can't rest contentedHe has it all but must have more.He fills himself with pills to retire with a million,But falls asleep at sixty-four. Chorus:Don't call me early in the morning,Call me what you want to but leave me alone.Don't call me early in the morning,Just leave me till the cows are coming home. Fair is fair and I've done my share,My nerves are getting on my nerves.If you don't have a pillow of the white swan's feather,I'll do with a corner for my head. Chorus:Don't call me early in the morning,Call me what you want to but leave me alone.Don't call me early in the morning,Just leave me till the cows are coming home. Just a gentle warning for tomorrow morning,No big noises near my room.Cars with no exhaust, Chickens with the hooping cough,And milkmen that whistle out of tune! Chorus:Don't call me early in the morning,Call me what you want to but leave me alone.Don't call me early in the morning,Just leave me till the cows are coming home.DIt ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe It don't matter, anyhow An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you don't know by now When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and I'll be gone You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on Don't think twice, it's all right It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe That light I never knowed An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe I'm on the dark side of the road Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay We never did too much talkin' anyway So don't think twice, it's all right It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal Like you never did before It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal I can't hear you any more I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road I once loved a woman, a child I'm told I give her my heart but she wanted my soul But don't think twice, it's all right I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe Where I'm bound, I can't tell But goodbye's too good a word, gal So I'll just say fare thee well I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind You could have done better but I don't mind You just kinda wasted my precious time But don't think twice, it's all rightBA  "Arial "Arial'-1.'$#04"6,&&--:(,'1$!&-(&% "ArialGAs I went out through Dublin CityAt the hour of twelve o'clock at nightWho should I see but a Spanish ladyWashing her feet by candle light First she washed them and then she dried themOver a fire of ambry coalsIn all my life I never did seeA maid so sweet about the soles Whack fol the toor a loor a laddyWhack fol the toor a loor a layWhack fol the toor a loor a laddyWhack fol the toor a loor a lay I stopped to look but the watchman passedSays he, "Young fellow, the night is lateAlong with you home or I will wrestle youStraight away through the Bridewell gate" I threw a look to the Spanish ladyHot as the fire of ambry coalsIn all my life I never did seeA maid so sweet about the solesAs I walked back through Dublin CityAs the dawn of day was o'erWho should I see but the Spanish ladyWhen I was weary and footsoreShe had a heart so filled with lovingAnd her love she longed to shareIn all my life I never did seeA maid who had so much to spareNow she's no mot for a puddle swaddyWith her ivory comb and her mantle so fineBut she'd make a wife for the Provost MarshallDrunk on brandy and claret wine I got a look from the Spanish ladyHot as a fire of ambry coalsIn all my life I never did meetA maid so sweet about the soles I've wandered north and I've wandered southBy Stoney Batter and Patrick's CloseUp and around by the Gloucester DiamondAnd back by Napper Tandy's house Old age has laid her hands upon meCold as a fire of ashy coalsBut where is the lonely Spanish ladyNeat and sweet about the soles? As I was leaving Dublin CityOn that morning sad of heartLonely was I for the Spanish ladyNow that forever we must partBut still I always will rememberAll the hours we did enjoyBut then she left me sad at partingGone forever was my joyCIt was down by Christ Church that I first met with AnnieA neat little girl and not a bit shyShe told me her father had come from DungallenAnd would take her back home in the sweet bye and bye And what's that to any man, whether or noWhether I'm easy, or whether I'm trueAs I lifted her petticoat, easy and slowAnd I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoeIn city or country, a girl is a jewelAnd well made for holding, the most of the whileBut any young fellow is really a foolIf he tries at the first time to go a bit far We wandered by Thomas Street, down to the levyThe sunlight was gone, and the evening grew darkAlong Whitemans Bridge, and by God in a jiffyMy arm was around her, beyond in the park If you chance for to go the town of DungallenYou can search till your eyeballs are empty and blindBe you sitting or walking or sporting or standingAnother like Annie you never will findCMy father was the keeper of the Eddystone lightAnd he slept with a mermaid one fine nightFrom this union there came threeA porpoise and a porgy and the other was me! Chorus: Yo ho ho, the wind blows free,Oh for the life on the rolling sea! One night, as I was a-trimming of the glimSinging a verse from the evening hymnA voice on the starboard shouted "Ahoy!"And there was my mother, a-sitting on a buoy. "Oh, where are the rest of my children three?"My mother then she asked of me.One was exhibited as a talking fishThe other was served from a chafing dish.  Then the phosphorous flashed in her seaweed hair.I looked again, and my mother wasn't thereBut her voice came echoing back from the night"To Hell with the keeper of the Eddystone Light!" FTim Finnegan lived in Walkin' StreetA gentleman, Irish, mighty odd;He had a brogue both rich and sweetAnd to rise in the world he carried a hod.Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' wayWith a love of the whiskey he was bornAnd to help him on with his work each dayHe'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn. Chorus: Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partnerWhirl the floor, your trotters shake;Wasn't it the truth I told youLots of fun at Finnegan's wake!One mornin' Tim was feelin' fullHis head was heavy which made him shake;He fell from the ladder and broke his skullAnd they carried him home his corpse to wake. They rolled him up in a nice clean sheetAnd laid him out upon the bed,A gallon of whiskey at his feetAnd a barrel of porter at his head.  His friends assembled at the wakeAnd Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,First they brought in tay and cakeThen pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.Biddy O'Brien began to bawlSuch a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"Arragh, hold your gob said Paddy McGhee!Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"Biddy she gave her a belt in the gobAnd left her sprawlin' on the floor.And then the war did soon engageTwas woman to woman and man to man,Shillelagh law was all the rageAnd a row and a ruction soon began. Then Mickey Maloney ducked his headWhen a noggin of whiskey flew at him,It missed, and falling on the bedThe liquor scattered over Tim!The corpse revives! See how he raises!Timothy rising from the bed,Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazesThanum an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?" [D'Twas down the glen one Easter mornTo a city fair rode I.When Ireland's line of marching menIn squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drumDid sound its dread tattooBut the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swellRang out in the foggy dew. Right proudly high over Dublin townThey hung out a flag of war.'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish skyThan at Suvla or Sud el Bar. And from the plains of Royal MeathStrong men came hurrying through;While Brittania's sons with their long-range gunsSailed in from the foggy dew. 'Twas England bade our wild geese goThat small nations might be free.Their lonely graves are by Suvla's wavesOn the fringe of the grey North Sea But had they died by Pearse's sideOr fought with Valera true,Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep'Neath the hills of the foggy dew. The bravest fell, and the solemn bellRang mournfully and clearFor those who died that EastertideIn the springing of the year. And the world did gaze in deep amazeAt those fearless men and trueWho bore the fight that freedom's lightMight shine through the foggy dew.uBDay after day alone on the hill,The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,But nobody wants to know him,They can see that he's just a fool, And he never gives an answer,But the fool on the hillSees the sun going down,And the eyes in his head,See the world spinning around.Well on his way his head in a cloud,The man of a thousand voices talking percetly loudBut nobody ever hears him,Or the sound he appears to make,And he never seems to notice,But the fool on the hill . . .Nobody seems to like himThey can tell what he wants to do.And he never shows his feelings,But the fool on the hill . . .BTo dream the impossible dream To fight the unbeatable foeTo bear the unbearable sorrowTo run where the brave dare not goTo write the unwritable wrongTo be better far than you areTo try when your arms are too wearyThe reach the unreachable starThis is my quest, to follow that starNo matter how hopeless,No matter how farTo fight for the rightWithout question or pauseTo be willing to march into hellFor a heavenly causeAnd I know if I'll only be trueTo this glorious questThat my heart will be peaceful and calmWhen I'm laid to my restAnd the world would be better for thisThat one man scorned and covered with scarsStill strove with his last ounce of courageTo reach the unreachable star4BThe long and winding road that leads to your door,Will never disappear,I've seen that road before It always leads me here,Leads me to your door.The wild and windy night the rain washed away,Has left a pool of tears crying for the day.Why leave me standing here, let me know the wayMany times I've been alone and many times I've criedAnyway you'll never know the many ways I've tried, butStill they lead me back to the long and winding roadYou left me standing here a long, long time agoDon't leave me waiting here, lead me to you doorDa, da, da, da--@I'm going to rent myself a houseIn the shade of the freewayI'm going to pack my lunch in the morningAnd go to work each dayAnd when the evening rolls aroundI'll go on home and lay my body downAnd when the morning light comes streaming inI'll get up and do it againAmenSay it againAmenI want to know what became of the changesWe waited for love to bringWere they only the fitful dreamsOf some greater awakeningI've been aware of the time going byThey say in the end it's the wink of an eyeAnd when the morning light comes streaming inYou'll get up and do it againAmenCaught between the longing for loveAnd the struggle for the legal tenderWhere the sirens sing and the church bells ringAnd the junk man pounds his fenderWhere the veterans dream of the fightFast asleep at the traffic lightAnd the children solemnly waitFor the ice cream vendorOut into the cool of the eveningStrolls the PretenderHe knows that all his hopes and dreamsBegin and end thereAh the laughter of the loversAs they run through the nightLeaving nothing for the othersBut to choose off and fightAnd tear at the world with all their mightWhile the ships bearing their dreamsSail out of sightI'm going to find myself a girlWho can show me what laughter meansAnd we'll fill in the missing colorsIn each other's paint-by-number dreamsAnd then we'll put out dark glasses onAnd we'll make love until our strength is goneAnd when the morning light comes streaming inWe'll get up and do it againGet it up againI'm going to be a happy idiotAnd struggle for the legal tenderWhere the ads take aim and lay their claimTo the heart and the soul of the spenderAnd believe in whatever may lie In those things that money can buyThought true love could have been a contenderAre you there?Say a prayer for the PretenderWho started out so young and strongOnly to surrenderA  "Arial "Arial@!*"%. *!%,.$&0#&!!'+% $%''/."+)!#.$ "ArialCIt's a little bit funny this feeling insideI'm not one of those who can easily hideI don't have much money but boy if I didI'd buy a big house where we both could liveIf I was a sculptor, but then again, noOr a man who makes potions in a travelling showI know it's not much but it's the best I can doMy gift is my song and this one's for youAnd you can tell everybody this is your songIt may be quite simple but now that it's doneI hope you don't mindI hope you don't mind that I put down in wordsHow wonderful life is while you're in the worldI sat on the roof and kicked off the mossWell a few of the verses well they've got me quite crossBut the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this songIt's for people like you that keep it turned onSo excuse me forgetting but these things I doYou see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blueAnyway the thing is what I really meanYours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seenBOh, a wan cloud was drawn o'er the dim weeping dawnAs to Shannon's side I return'd at last,And the heart in my breast for the girl I lov'd bestWas beating, ah, beating, how loud end fast! While the doubts end the fears of the long aching yearsSeem'd mingling their voices with the moaning flood:Till full in my path, like a wild water wraith,My true love's shadow lamenting stood But the sudden sun kiss'd the cold, cruel mistInto dancing show'rs of diamond dew,And the dark flowing stream laugh'd back to his beam,And the lark soared aloft in the blue; While no phantom of night but a form of delightRan with arms outspread to her darling boy,And the girl I love best on my wild throbbing breastHid her thousand treasures with cry of joy.CLift Mac Cahir Og your face, from brooding o'er the old disgraceWhen Black FitzWilliam stormed your place an drove you to the fern o!Grey said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure,Until he met at Glenmalure, with Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne Chorus:Curse and swear! Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dareNow FitzWilliam have a care! Fallen is your star low!Up with halberd out with sword! On we go for by the lordFiach MacHugh has given the word: Follow me up to Carlow! See the swords at Glen Imael, flash all o'er the English Pale,See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's bannersRooster of a fighting stock, will you let an Saxon cockCry out upon an Irish rock, Fly up and teach him manners!From Tassagart to Clonmore there flows a trail of English gore,Well great is Rory Og O'More, at sending the loons to HadesWhite is sick and Grey is fled, now for Black FitzWilliams headWe'll send it over dripping red, to Liza and her ladiesiCI am a freeborn man of the traveling peopleGot no fixed abode, with nomads I am numberedCountry lanes and byways were always my waysNever fancied being lumbered O we knew the woods, all the resting placesAnd the small birds sang when wintertime was overThen we'd pack our load and be on the roadThey were good old times for the rover There was open ground where a man could lingerStay a week or two for time was not your masterThen away you'd jog with your horse and dogNice and easy, no need to go fasterNow and then you'd meet up with other travelersHear the news or else swap family informationAt the country fairs, we'd be meeting thereAll the people of the traveling nation All you freeborn men of the traveling peopleEvery tinker, rolling stone, or gypsy roverWinds of change are blowing, old ways are goingYour traveling days will soon be oversCYou may talk about your lancers, or your Irish Fusiliers,The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's Own Volunteers;Or any other regiment that's lying for a war,Come give to me the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa. Chorus: And strolling through the green fields on a summer dayWatching all the country girls working at the hay,I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa'When I saw him in the tartan of the gallant Forty TwaOh I never will forget the day his regiment marched pastThe pipes they played a lively tune but my heart was aghast,He turned around and smiled farewell and then from far awa'He waved at me the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa. Once again I heard the music of the pipers from afarThey tramped and tramped, the weary men returning from the warAnd as they nearer drew I brushed a woeful tear awa'For me and my braw laddie of the gallant Forty Twa.DIt's there you'll see confectioners with sugar sticks and dainties,The lozenges and oranges, lemonade and the raisins,The gingerbread and spices to accommodate the ladies,And a big crubeen for threepence to be picking while you're able. It's there you'll see the gamblers, the thimbles and the garters,And the sporting Wheel of Furtune with the four and twenty quarters;There was others without scruple pelting wattles at poor Maggy,And her father well contented and he looking at his daughter. It's there you'll see the pipers and fiddlers competing,And the nimble-footed dancers and they tripping on the daisies.There was others crying segars and lights, and bills of all the races,With the colour of the jockeys, the prize and horses' ages. It's there you'd see the jockeys and they mounted on most stately,The pink and blue, the red and green, the Emblem of our nation.When the bell was rung for starting, the horses seemed impatient,Though they never stood on ground, their speed was so amazing. There was half a million people there of all denominations,The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew and Prespetarian.There was yet no animosity, no matter what persuasion,But failte and hospitality, inducing fresh acquaintance.)DAt Orenmore in the County Galway,One pleasant evening in the month of May,I spied a damsel, she was young and handsomeHer beauty fairly took my breath away. Chorus: She wore no jewels, nor costly diamonds,No paint or powder, no, none at all.But she wore a bonnet with a ribbon on itAnd round her shoulder was a Galway Shawl. We kept on walking, she kept on talking,'Till her father's cottage came into view.Says she: 'Come in, sir, and meet my father,And play to please him "The Foggy Dew."  She sat me down beside the fireI could see her father, he was six feet tall.And soon her mother had the kettle singingAll I could think of was the Galway shawl.  I played "The Blackbird" and "The Stack of Barley","Rodney's Glory" and "The Foggy Dew",She sang each note like an Irish linnet.Whilst the tears stood in her eyes of blue.  'Twas early, early, all in the morning,When I hit the road for old Donegal.She said 'Goodby, sir,'she cried and kissed me,And my heart remained with that Galway shawl. eBGather up the pots and the old tin cansThe corn, the mash, the barley and the branRunning like the devil from the excise manKeep the smoke from rising, Barney Oh the excise men are on their wayThey're hunting all around for the mountain tayOh they won't go away for the devil of a dayIn the hills of Connemaraugh Oh here's a bottle for Uncle TomAnd here's a gallon for Father JohnTo help the poor old man alongThrough the hills of Connemaraugh Well, stand your ground for it's too lateThe excise men are at the gateOh, glory be to Jesus, they're drinking it straightIn the hills of ConnemaraughCJojo was a man who thought he was a lonerBut he knew it wouldn't last.Jojo left his home in Tucson, ArizonaFor some California grass.Get back, get back.Get back to where you once belongedGet back, get back.Get back to where you once belonged.Get back Jojo. Go homeGet back, get back.Back to where you once belongedGet back, get back.Back to where you once belonged.Get back Jo.Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was a womanBut she was another manAll the girls around her say she's got it comingBut she gets it while she canGet back, get back.Get back to where you once belongedGet back, get back.Get back to where you once belonged.Get back Loretta. Go homeGet back, get back.Get back to where you once belongedGet back, get back.Get back to where you once belonged.Get back LorettaYour mother's waiting for youWearing her high-heel shoesAnd her low-neck sweaterGet on home LorettaGet back, get back.Get back to where you once belonged..A  "Arial "Arial#*&$% ! -1$%$%%$ "ArialCDHigh upon the gallows tree swung the noble-hearted Three.By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom;But they met him face to face, with the courage of their race,And they went with souls undaunted to their doom. Chorus: "God save Ireland!" said the heroes;"God save Ireland" said they all.Whether on the scaffold highOr the battlefield we die,0, what matter when for Erin dear we fall! Girt around with cruel foes, still their courage proudly rose,For they thought of hearts that loved them for and near;Of the millions true and brave o'er the ocean's swelling wave,And the friends in holy Ireland ever dear.  Climbed they up the rugged stair, rang their voices out in prayer,Then with England's fatal cord around them cast,Close beside the gallows tree kissed like brothers lovingly,True to home and faith and freedom to the last.  Never till the latest day shall the memory pass away,Of the gallant lives thus given for our land;But on the cause must go, amidst joy and weal and woe,Till we make our Isle a nation free and grand. BI'll sing you twelve O. Green grow the rushes O. What is your twelve O? Twelve for the twelve apostles,Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven, Ten for the ten commandments,Nine for the nine bright shiners,Eight for the eight bold rangers,Seven for the seven stars in the sky, Six for the six proud walkers, Five for the symbol at your door,Four for the Gospel makers,Three for the rivals, Two, two, the lily-white boys, Clothed all in green O, One is one and all alone And ever more shall be so.)CAlas my love you do me wrongTo cast me off discourteouslyAnd I have loved you oh so longDelighting in your companyGreensleeves was my delightGreensleeves was my heart of goldGreensleeves was my heart of joyAnd who but my lady GreensleevesI have been ready at your handTo grant whatever thou wouldst craveI have waged both life and landYour love and goodwill for to haveGreensleeves was my delightGreensleeves was my heart of goldGreensleeves was my heart of joyAnd who but my lady GreensleevesThe petticoat of sendle whiteWith gold embroidered gorgeouslyThe petticoat of silk and whiteAnd these I bought gladlyGreensleeves was my delightGreensleeves was my heart of goldGreensleeves was my heart of joyAnd who but my lady GreensleevesMusic traditional, lyrics by King Henry VIIIBLate spring the leaves have turned green,And there's sheep on the hill side, there's birds on the wing.Over my shoulder the last time I'm seeing,The old home all weathered and grey Chorus:And I'm heading for Halifax to see what's to spare,In the way of some work and if there's nothing there,It's Toronto, Out west, to God only knows where,But there's bound to be friends from back home. We talked till three, my father and me,And the fiddle tunes flowed like the pure Margaree,"Never forget who you are,son", said he.As I followed my brothers away.  One thing I know, wherever I go,My heart's in Cape Breton it will always be so.Whenever the fiddler he rosens his bow,My first and last thoughts are of home. DI left my home at a quarter to tenI headed for the Heavy Water PlantHaven't worked since Heaven's knows whenSinging the Song of Cape Breton Well I picked me pogey up at George StreetAnd I headed for the bank on the cornerWell new life seems to come to me feetSinging the Song of Cape Breton Pogey cash well into me handI headed for the nearest tavernJesus, I'm the king of the landSinging the Song of Cape Breton I took a table down at the backI order two, by Christ I was thirstyFinished them off at the very first crackSinging the Song of Cape Breton In walks MacNeil from MargareeHe must have got his pogey yesterdayHe's so drunk he can hardly seeSinging the Song of Cape Breton Pogey Cash Well into me handI headed for the nearest tavernJesus, I'm the king of the landSinging the Song of Cape Breton Oh.. well it's four o'clock..oh, and much to my sorrowI should have tried the Heavy Water PlantAh, t'hell I'll go tommorrowSinging the Song of Cape Breton I left me home at a quarter to tenI headed for the Heavy Water PlantHaven't worked since Heaven's know whenSinging the Song of Cape BretonSinging the Song of Cape BretonSinging the Song of Cape BretonDHelp, I need somebody,Help, not just anybody,Help, you know I need someone, help.When I was younger, so much younger than today,I never needed anybody's help in any way.But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.Help me if you can, I'm feeling downAnd I do appreciate you being round.Help me, get my feet back on the ground,Won't you please, please help me.And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,My independence seems to vanish in the haze.But every now and then I feel so insecure,I know that I just need you like I've never done before.Help me if you can, I'm feeling downAnd I do appreciate you being round.Help me, get my feet back on the ground,Won't you please, please help me.When I was younger, so much younger than today,I never needed anybody's help in any way.But now these daya are gone, I'm not so self assured,Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.Help me if you can, I'm feeling downAnd I do appreciate you being round.Help me, get my feet back on the ground,Won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.$A  "Arial "Arial!%0*69%%)"0-+9%%)"0*69%%)87 "ArialBThey say ev'rything can be replaced, Yet ev'ry distance is not near. So I remember ev'ry face Of ev'ry man who put me here. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released. They say ev'ry man needs protection, They say ev'ry man must fall. Yet I swear I see my reflection Some place so high above this wall. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released. Standing next to me in this lonely crowd, Is a man who swears he's not to blame. All day long I hear him shout so loud, Crying out that he was framed. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released.@  "Arial "Arial&!&!%+(( ! "Arial IArise ye workers from your slumbers Arise ye prisoners of want For reason in revolt now thunders And at last ends the age of cant. Away with all your superstitions Servile masses arise, arise We'll change henceforth the old tradition And spurn the dust to win the prize.   So comrades, come rally And the last fight let us face The Internationale unites the human race. So comrades, come rally And the last fight let us face The Internationale unites the human race.   No more deluded by reaction On tyrants only we'll make war The soldiers too will take strike action They'll break ranks and fight no more And if those cannibals keep trying To sacrifice us to their pride They soon shall hear the bullets flying We'll shoot the generals on our own side.  No saviour from on high delivers No faith have we in prince or peer Our own right hand the chains must shiver Chains of hatred, greed and fear E'er the thieves will out with their booty And give to all a happier lot. Each at the forge must do their duty And we'll strike while the iron is hot.  Words by Eugene Pottier (Paris 1871)Music by Pierre Degeyter (1888)  The Internationale was written to celebrate the Paris Commune of March-May 1871: the first time workers took state power into their own hands. They established in the Commune a form of government more democratic than ever seen before. Representatives were mandated on policy questions by their electors, they were recallable at any time and were paid wages that reflected those of their constituents. The Commune was a working body, not a talk shop. The distinction between legislative and executive arms of government was abolished. Marx's Civil War in France is a suberb account of the history and significance of the Commune. The Commune was drowned in blood by the conservative French government in Versailles, cheered on by the ruling classes of the world.  Workers have adopted a similar pattern of organisation whenever they have challenged the capitalist class for state power: in the form of the Soviets in Russia in 1917; collectives in Spain in 1937; the Workers Council of Greater Budapest in Hungary in 1956; the cordones in Chile in 1973; and, in many respects, Solidarity in Poland in 1980.mA "Arial "Arial+&$$#,'!,!, !+(%!*,#%,#-!'*%!F"ArialDNobody feels any pain Tonight as I stand inside the rain Ev'rybody knows That Baby's got new clothes But lately I see her ribbons and her bows Have fallen from her curls. She takes just like a woman, yes, she does She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl. Queen Mary, she's my friend Yes, I believe I'll go see her again Nobody has to guess That Baby can't be blessed Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls. She takes just like a woman, yes, she does She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl. It was raining from the first And I was dying there of thirst So I came in here And your long-time curse hurts But what's worse Is this pain in here I can't stay in here Ain't it clear that I just can't fit Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit When we meet again Introduced as friends Please don't let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world. Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do You make love just like a woman, yes, you do Then you ache just like a woman But you break just like a little girl.LA  "Arial "Arial)$+,1!)&4/,1!)! &)*+%-.!'& "ArialkBMama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore. It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is comin' down I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's doorBLady Madonna, children at your feet.Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.Who finds the money? When you pay the rent?Did you think that money was heaven sent?Friday night arrives without a suitcase.Sunday morning creep in like a nun.Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace.See how they run.Lady Madonna, baby at your breast.Wonder how you manage to feed the rest.See how they run.Lady Madonna, lying on the bed,Listen to the music playing in your head.Tuesday afternoon is never ending.Wednesday morning papers didn't come.Thursday night you stockings needed mending.See how they run.Lady Madonna, children at your feet.Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.*CPicture yourself in a boat on a river,With tangerine trees and marmalade skiesSomebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,Towering over your head.Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,And she's gone.Lucy in the sky with diamonds.Follow her down to a bridge by a fountainWhere rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies,Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,That grow so incredibly high.Newpaper taxis appear on the shore,Waiting to take you away.Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,And you're gone.Lucy in the sky with diamonds,Picture yourself on a train in a station,With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes.bCI'd like to be under the seaIn an octopus' garden in the shadeHe'd let us in, knows where we've beenIn his octopus' garden in the shadeI'd ask my friends to come and seeAn octopus' garden with meI'd like to be under the seaIn an octopus' garden in the shade.We would be warm below the stormIn our little hideaway beneath the wavesResting our head on the sea bedIn an octopus' garden near a caveWe would sing and dance aroundbecause we know we can't be foundI'd like to be under the seaIn an octopus' garden in the shadeWe would shout and swim aboutThe coral that lies beneath the waves(Lies beneath the ocean waves)Oh what joy for every girl and boyKnowing they're happy and they're safe(Happy and they're safe)We would be so happy you and meNo one there to tell us what to doI'd like to be under the seaIn an octopus' garden with you.A  "Arial "Arial#'$#$!) ""#&#' #  "ArialEwell everybody knows down Ladbroke Grove you have to leap across the street you can lose your life under a taxi cab you gotta have eyes in your feet you find a nice soft corner and you sit right down take up your guitar and play but then the law man comes says move along so you move along all day well I'm a one man band nobody knows nor understands is there anybody out there wanna lend me a hand with my one man band for three days now I haven't eaten at all my my you must be getting so thin and soon my cap won't be large enough to drop a half a crown in so hey there mister don't you look so sad don't look so ill at ease well I can play you any song you like to cheer up that life you lead well I'm a one man band nobody knows nor understands is there anybody out there wanna lend me a hand with my one man band and oh oh oh look at the rain falling oh oh oh look at it rain oh look at it rain well nobody sees the minstrel boy as he sings his tale of woe nobody sees him coming nobody see him go so hey there mister don't you look so sad don't look so ill at ease well I can play you any song you like to cheer up that life you lead well I'm a one man band nobody knows nor understands is there anybody out there wanna lend me a hand with my one man band well I'm a one man band nobody knows nor understands is there anybody out there wanna lend me a hand with my one man band oh I'm a one man band just a one man band oh I'm a one man bandLeo Sayer & David CourtneyA  "Arial "Arial "Arial8*$)"4,1+#'+' 1'?+' 11 "ArialCEv'rybody's building the big ships and the boats, Some are building monuments, Others, jotting down notes, Ev'rybody's in despair, Ev'ry girl and boy But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, Ev'rybody's gonna jump for joy. Come all without, come all within, You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. I like to do just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet, But guarding fumes and making haste, It ain't my cup of meat. Ev'rybody's 'neath the trees, Feeding pigeons on a limb But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, All the pigeons gonna run to him. Come all without, come all within, You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. A cat's meow and a cow's moo, I can recite 'em all, Just tell me where it hurts yuh, honey, And I'll tell you who to call. Nobody can get no sleep, There's someone on ev'ryone's toes But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, Ev'rybody's gonna wanna doze. Come all without, come all within, You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.A  "Arial "Arial 3&!$/"&H$/5) $&$.- "ArialCRollin', rollin', rollin'Rollin', rollin', rollin'Rollin', rollin', rollin'Rollin', rollin', rollin'Rawhide!Rollin', rollin', rollin'Though the streams are swollenKeep them dogies rollin'RawhideThrough rain and wind and weatherHell bent for leatherWishin' my gal was by my sideAll the things I'm missin'Good vittles, love and kissin'Are waiting at the end of my rideCHORUSMove 'em on, head 'em upHead 'em up, move 'em onMove 'em on, head 'em upRawhideCount 'em out, ride 'em inRide 'em in, count 'em outCount 'em out, ride 'em inRawhideKeep movin', movin', movin'Though they're disapprovin'Keep them dogies movin'RawhideDon't try to understand 'emJust rope 'em, pull and brand 'emSoon we'll be living high and wideMy hearts calculatin'My true love will be waitin'Be waitin' at the end of my rideCHORUSMove 'em on, head 'em upHead 'em up, move 'em onMove 'em on, head 'em upRawhideCount 'em out, ride 'em inRide 'em in, count 'em outCount 'em out, ride 'em inRawhide~A "Arial  "Arial0 """#!"ArialCFarewell to all our Scottish fameFarewell our ancient gloryFarewell even to our Scottish nameSo famed in martial storyThe salt runs over the Solway sandsAnd Tweed runs to the oceanTo mark where England's province standsSuch a parcel of rogues in a nationWhat force or guile could not subdueThrough many warlike agesIs robbed now by a coward fewFor hireling traitors' wagesThe English steel we could disdainSecure in balustrationBut English gold has been our baneSuch a parcel of rogues in a nationOh would our eye not seen the dayThat treason thus could sell us My old grey head had lain in clayWith Bruce and loyal WallaceBut if I've power, to my last hourI'll make this declarationWe were bought and sold for English golldSuch a parcel of rogues in a nationHWhen that I was and a little, tiny boy, Me daddy said to me, 'The time has come, me bonny, bonny bairn, To learn your ABC.'  Now Daddy was a lodge chairman In the coalfields of the time And his ABC was different From the Enid Blyton kind.  He sang, 'A is for Alienation That made me the man that I am, and  B's for the Boss who's a Bastard, A Bourgeois who don't give a damn.  C is for Capitalism, The bosses' reactionary creed, and  D's for Dictatorship, laddie, But the best proletarian breed.  E is for Exploitation That workers have suffered so long, and  F is for old Ludwig Feuerbach, The first one to say it was wrong.  G is all Gerrymanderers, Like Lord Muck and Sir Whatsisname, and  H is the Hell that they'll go to When the workers have kindled the flame.  I's for Imperialism, And America's kind is the worst, and  J is for sweet Jingoism, That the Tories all think of the first.  K is for good old Kier Hardy, Who fought out the working class fight, and  L is for Vladimir Lenin, Who showed him the left was all right.  M is of course for Karl Marx, The daddy and the mommy of them all, and  N is for Nationalisation - Without it we'd tumble and fall.  O is for Overproduction, That capitalist economy brings, and  P is for all Private Property, The greatest of all of the sins.  Q's for the Quid pro quo, That we'll deal out so well and so soon, when  R for Revolution is shouted and The Red Flag becomes the top tune.  S is for Sad Stalinism That gave us all such a bad name, and  T is for Trotsky, the hero, Who had to take all of the blame.  U's for the Union of Workers - The Union will stand to the end, and  V is for Vodka, yes, Vodka, The vun drink that vont bring the bends.  W's for all Willing Workers, And that's where the memory fades,  For X, Y, and Zed,' my dear daddy said, 'Will be written on the street barricades.'  Now that I'm not a little tiny boy, Me daddy says to me, 'Please try to forget those thing that I said, Especially the ABC.'  For daddy is no longer a union man, And he's had to change his plea. His alphabet is different now, Since they made him a Labour MP.by Alex GlasgowThese lyrics are available with the kind permission of Alex Glasgow.B "Arial"Arial^), %#$$!) $)"*&)-(*"% "/!$'# &*$)-%0%" ! E"Arial"ArialC"Arial"Arial@Something in the way she movesAttracts me like no other loverSomething in the way she woos meI don't want to leave her nowYou know I believe her nowSomewhere in her smile she knowsThat I don't need no other loverSomething in her style that shows meDon't want to leave her nowYou know I believe her nowYou're asking me will my love growI don't know, I don't knowYou stick around now it may showI don't know, I don't knowSomething in the way she knowsAnd all I have to do is think of herSomething in the things she shows meDon't want to leave her nowYou know I believe her nowGNow when I was a young man I carried me packAnd I lived the free life of the rover.From the Murry's green basin to the dusty outback,Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.Then in 1915 my country said, "Son,It's time you stop rambling, there's work to be done."So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gunAnd they marched me away to the war. And the band played Waltzing Matilda,As the ship pulled away from the quayAnd midst all the cheers, flag waving and tears,We sailed off for GallipoliAnd how well I remember that terrible day,How our blood stained the sand and the waterAnd of how in that hell that they called Subla BayWe were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well.He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shells,And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell,Nearly blew us back home to Australia. And the band played Waltzing Matilda,As we stopped to bury our slain,We buried ours, the Turks buried theirs,Then we started all over again. And those that were living, well we tried to surviveIn that mad world of blood, death and fireAnd for ten weary weeks I kept myself aliveThough around me the corpses piled higher.Then a big Turkish shell knocked me ass over headAnd when I awoke in me hospital bedAnd saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead.Never knew there were worse things than dying. For no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda,All around the green bush far and freeTo hunt, tent and pegs, a man needs both legs,No more waltzing Matilda for me So they collected the crippled, the wounded, and maimed,And they shipped us back home to Australia.The legless, the armless, the blind and insane,Those proud wounded heroes of Subla.And when our ship pulled into Circular QuayI looked at the place where me legs used to beAnd I thank Christ there was nobody there waiting for meTo grieve, to mourn and to pity. But the Band played Waltzing MatildaAs they carriedCOn St. Patrick's Day the seventeenth from New York we set sail.Kind fortune did favor us with a sweet and pleasant gale,We bore away from America; the wind being off the land.And with courage brave we plowed the waves bound down for Newfoundland. Our Captain's name was Nelson just twenty years of age.As true and brave a sailor lad as ever plowed the waves."The Evelyn" our brig was named belonging to MacLean.And with courage brave we plowed the waves bound down for Newfoundland Now when three days out to our surprise the Captain he falls sickIn short he was not able to take his turn on deckThe fever raged which made us think that death was close at hand, So we bore away from Halifax bound down for Newfoundland. Now at three O'Clock we sighted a light that we were glad to see,The small pox had been raging; its what it proved to be, And at four O'Clock in the afternoon as sure as God's command, Oh he past away off Arichat bound down for Newfoundland.BOh, the summer time is coming,And the trees are sweetly blooming,And the wild mountain thymegrows around the blooming heather. Chorus:Will you go, lassie, go?And we'll all go togetherTo pull wild mountain thymeAll around the blooming heather,Will you go lassie, go? I will build my love a bowerBy yon clear and crystal fountain,And on it I will pileAll the flowers of the mountain  If my true love, she won't have me,I will surely find anotherTo pull wild mountain thymeAll around the blooming heather  Oh, the summer time is comingAnd the trees are sweetly bloomingAnd the wild mountain thymeGrows around the blooming heather. DIt was early, early in the springThe birds did whistle and sweetly sing,Changing their notes from tree to treeAnd the song they sang was Old Ireland free. It was early early in the night,The yeoman cavalry gave me a fright;The yeoman cavalry was my downfallAnd I was taken by Lord Cornwall. 'Twas in the guard-house where I was laid,And in a parlour where I was tried;My sentence passed and my courage lowWhen to Dungannon I was forced to go. As I was passing my father's doorMy brother William stood at the door;My aged father stood at the doorAnd my tender mother her hair she tore. As I was going up Wexford StreetMy own first cousin I chanced to meet;My own first cousin did me betrayAnd for one bare guinea swore my life away. As I was walking up Wexford HillWho could blame me to cry my fill?I looked behind, and I looked beforeBut my aged mother I shall see no more And as I mounted the platform highMy aged father was standing by;My aged father did me denyAnd the name he gave me was the Croppy Boy. It was in Dungannon this young man diedAnd in Dungannon his body lies.And you good people that do pass byOh shed a tear for the Croppy Boy.EAbide with me,Fast falls the eventide.The darkness deepens;Lord, with me abide.When other helpers failAnd comforts flee,Help of the helpless,Oh, abide with me. I need thy presenceEvery passing hour;What but thy graceCan foil the tempter's pow'r?Who like thyselfMy guide and stay can be?Through cloud and sunshineOh, abide with me. Swift to it's closeEbbs out life's little day;Earth's joys grow dim,It's glories pass away;Change and decayIn all around I see;O thou who changest not,Abide with me Not a brief glance I beg,A passing word,But as Thou dwell'stWith Thy disciples, Lord,Familiar, condescending,Patient, free.Come not to sojourn,But abide with me. Come not in terror,As the King of kings,But kind and good,With healing in Thy wings;Tears for all woes,A heart for every plea.Come, Friend of sinners,Thus abide with me. Thou on my headIn every youth didst smile,And though rebelliousAnd perverse meanwhile,Thou hast not left me,Oft as I left Thee.On to the close,O Lord, abide with me. I fear no foe,With thee at hand to bless;Ills have no weight,And tears no bitterness.Where is death's sting?Where, grave, thy victory?I triumph still,If thou abide with me! Hold thou thy crossBefore my closing eyes,Shine through the gloom,And point me to the skies;Heav'n's morning breaks,And earth's vain shadows flee;In life, in death,O Lord, abide with me.A  "ArialG "ArialzAHoll amrantau'r sr ddywedantAr hyd y nos'Dyma'r ffordd i fro gogoniantAr hyd y nos.Golau arall yw tywyllwchI arddangos gwir brydferthwchTeulu'r nefoedd mewn tawelwchAr hyd y nos.O mor siriol gwen a serenAr hyd y nosI oleuo-i chwaer ddae ar enAr hyd y nos.Nos yw henaint pan ddaw cystuddOnd i harddu dyn a'i hwyr dyddRhown ein goleu gwan i'n gilyddAr hyd y nos.DThe land of my fathers, the land of my choice,  The land in which poets and minstrels rejoice;  The land whose stern warriors were true to the core,  While bleeding for freedom of yore.  (Chorus)  Wales! Wales! fav'rite land of Wales!  While sea her wall, may naught befall  To mar the old language of Wales.   Old mountainous Cambria, the Eden of bards,  Each hill and each valley, excite my regards;  To the ears of her patriots how charming still seems  The music that flows in her streams.   My country tho' crushed by a hostile array,  The language of Cambria lives out to this day;  The muse has eluded the traitors' foul knives,  The harp of my country survives.   Ebenezer Thomas (Eben Fardd)AlternativeLand Of My FathersThe land of my fathers is dear unto meThe land of the poets, the land of the free Her patriots and heroes, her warriors so braveFor freedom their life's blood they gave.Wales! Wales!Pledged am I to WalesWhilst seas surroundThis land so proudOh, long may our old tongue remain.;A "Courier!017& (($.07'.11# ']*$#"CourierHYm mhalas Llwyn Onn gynt, fe drigai pendefig,Efe oedd ysgweiar ac arglwydd y wlad;Ac iddo un eneth a anwyd yn unig,A hi nl yr hanes oedd aeres ei thad.Aeth cariad i'w gweled yn ln a phur lencyn,Ond codai'r ysgweiar yn araf ac erch,I aethu'r bachgennyn, ond gwyrodd ei linyn,A'i ergyd yn wyrgam i fynwes ei ferch.Rhy hwyr ydoedd galw y saeth at y llinyn _'r llances yn marw yn welw a gwan;Bygythiodd ei gleddyf trwy galon y llencyn,Ond ni redai cariad un fodfedd o'r fan.Roedd golud, ei darpar, yn hen ac anynad,A geiriau diwethaf yr aeres hardd hon,Oedd, 'Gwell gennyf farw trwy ergyd fy nghariadNa byw gyda golud ym mhalas Llwyn Onn.'Y lloer oedd yn codi dros gopa'r hen dderwenA'r haul a fachludai i ddyfnder y don.A minnau mewn cariad a'm calon yn curo,Yn disgwyl f'anwylyd dan gysgod Llwyn Onn.Mor wyn y bythynnod gwyngalchog ar wasgarHyd erchwyn cyfoethog mynyddig fy mro:Adwaenwn bob tyddyn, pob boncyff a brigynLle deuai cariadon i rodio'n eu tro.Mor hir y bu'r disgwyl o fore hyd noswyl,Mor gyndyn bu'r diwrnod yn dirwyn i ben:A minnau mor hapus, ac eto mor glwyfus,A'm meddwl a'm calon yn eiddo i Gwen:Cysgodion yr hwyr oedd yn taenu eu cwrlid,A hir oedd ymaros ar noson fel hon;Ond pan ddaeth fy nghariad cyflymai pob eiliad,Aeth awr ar amrantiad, dan gysgod Llwyn Onn. The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly 'tis speakingThe harp through it playing has language for meWhenever the light through its branches is breakingA host of kind faces is gazing on me.The friends of my childhood again are before meEach step wakes a mem'ry, as freely I roamWith soft whispers laden, its leaves rustle o'er meThe ash grove, the ashgrove alone is my home.My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightnessNo dream of the future my spirit can cheerI only can brood on the past and its brightnessThe dead I have mourned are again living here.From ev'ry dark nook they press forward to meet meI lift up my eyes to the broad leafy domeAnd others are there, looking downward to greet meThe ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.VA  "Arial2.&"&-&,')%,(*'0(-'(+*'*%*)(&+$0.04&0+4.4+0/3*3/. "Arial>CWele goelcerth wen yn fflamioA thafodau tn yn bloeddioAr i'r dewrion ddod i daroUnwaith eto'n unGan fanllefau tywysogionLlais gelynion, trwst arfogionA charlamiad y marchogionCraig ar graig a g ryn.Arfon byth ni orfyddCenir yn dragywyddCymru fydd fel Cymru fuYn glodfawr ym mysg gwledydd.Yng ngwyn oleuni'r goelcerth acwTros wefusau Cymro'n marwAnnibyniaeth sydd yn galwAm ei dewraf ddyn.Ni chaiff gelyn ladd ac ymlidHarlech! Harlech! cwyd i'w herlidY mae Rhoddwr mawr ein RhyddidYn rhoi nerth i ni.Wele Gymru a'i byddinoeddYn ymdywallt o'r mynyddoedd!Rhuthrant fel rhaeadrau dyfroeddLlamant fel y lli!Llwyddiant i'n marchogionRwystro gledd yr estron!Gwybod yn ei galon gaiffFel bratha cleddyf BrythonY cledd yn erbyn cledd a chweryDur yn erbyn dur a deryWele faner Gwalia'i fynyRhyddid aiff hi!BPa ham mae dicter, O MyfanwyYn llenwi'th lygaid duon ddi?A'th ruddiau tirion, O MyfanwyHeb wrido wrth fy ngweled i?Pa le mae'r wen oedd ar dy wefusFu'n cynnau 'nghariad ffyddlon ffol?Pa le mae sain dy eiriau melysFu'n denu'n nghalon ar dy l?Pa beth a wneuthym, O MyfanwyI haeddu gwg dy ddwyrudd hardd?Ai chwarae oeddit, O Myfanwy_ thanau euraidd serch dy fardd?Wyt eiddo im drwy gywir amodAi gormod cadw'th air i mi?Ni cheisiaf fyth mo'th law, MyfanwyHeb gael dy galon gyda hi. Myfanwy boed yr holl o'th fywydDan heulwen disglair canol dyddA boed i rosyn gwridog ienctidI ddawnsio ganmlwydd ar dy rudd.Aug hofiar oll o'th add ewidionA wnest i rywun, 'ngeneth ddelA rho dy law, Myfanwy dirionI ddim ond dweud y gair "Ffarwel".CMae bys Mary Ann wedi brifoA Dafydd y gwas yn teimlo'n salMae'r baban yn y cryd yn crioA'r gath wedi sgrapo Jonni bach.Sosban fawr yn berwi ar y llawr,Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tanA'r gath wedi sgrapo Jonni bach.Mae bys Mari Ann wedi gwellaA Dafydd y gwas yn ei feddMae'r baban yn y cryd yn ddistawA'r gath nawr yn cysgu mewn hedd.Sosban fawr yn berwi ar y llawr,Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tanA'r gath nawr yn cysgu mewn hedd. Mary Anne's gone and broken her fingerAnd Davey the ploughboy's taken illThe baby in the cradle is cryingThe cat's gone and scratched poor little Bill.Sosban fach boiling by the doorSosban fawr boiling on the floorThe cat's gone and scratched poor little Bill.Mary Anne's little finger is betterPoor Dave in his grave now lies deepThe baby in the cradle is silentThe cat now in peace lies asleep.Sosban fach boiling by the doorSosban fawr boiling on the floorThe cat now in peace lies asleep.BMorning has broken, like the first morning Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for the springing fresh from the world Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven Like the first dewfall, on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung in completeness where his feet pass Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning Born of the one light, eden saw play Praise with elation, praise every morning God's recreation of the new day@ >Cruiskeen LawnLet the fa0QDon't Call Me Early in the MorningChorus:Do XFollow me up to Carlow!Lift Mac Cp ^Gather up the PotsGather up mGod Save the QueenGod save o 08HelpHelp, I ne Just Like a WomanNobody fee0   Men of Harlech (Version 2)Men of Har Mr Tambourine ManHey! Mr. T0 RawhideKeep movinP ;Sloop John BWe come on@ 8The Braes o' Balquiddher (Wild Mountain Thyme)Oh, the su@ The Impossible DreamTo dream t0oThe Star Spangled BannerOh, say cap@  bHeavy Water PlantI left my p jRogues in a NationFarewell t VThe Foggy Dew (Revolutionary)'Twas down   bHeavy Water PlantI left my p jRogues in a NationFarewell t VThe Foggy Dew (Revolutionary)'Twas down   bHeavy Water PlantI left my p jRogues in a NationyFarewell t VThe Foggy Dew (Revolutionary)'Twas down   bHeavy Water PlantI left my p jRogues in a NationFarewell t VThe Foggy Dew (Revolutionary)'Twas down   bHeavy Water PlantI left my p jRogues in a NationFarewell t VThe Foggy Dew (Revolutionary)'Twas down   bHeavy Water PlantI left my p jRogues in a NationFarewell t VThe Foggy Dew (Revolutionary)'Twas down   bHeavy Water PlantI left my p jRogues in a NationFarewell t VThe Foggy Dew (Revolutionary)'Twas down   bHeavy Water PlantI left my p jRogues in a NationFarewell t VThe Foggy Dew (Revolutionary)'Twas down   bHeavy Water PlantI left my p jRogues in a NationFarewell t VThe Foggy Dew (Revolutionary)'Twas down   bHeavy Water PlantI left my p jRogues in a NationFarewell t VThe Foggy Dew (Revolutionary)'Twas down   bHeavy Water PlantI left my p jRogues in a NationFarewell t VThe Foggy Dew (Revolutionary)'Twas down   bHeavy Water PlantI left my p jRogues in a NationFarewell t VThe Foggy Dew (Revolutionary)'Twas down  bHeavy Water PlantI left my p jRogues in a NationFarewell t VThe Foggy Dew (Revolutionary)'Twas down DNid wy'n gofyn bywyd moethusAur y byd na'i berlau mnGofyn rwyf am calon hapusCalon onest, calon ln. Cytgan:Calon ln yn llawn daioniTecach yw na'r lili dlosDoes ond calon ln all ganuCanu'r dydd a chanu'r nos. CytganPe dymunwn olud bydolChwim adenydd iddo syddGolud calon ln rinweddolYn dwyn bythol elw fydd. Cytgan: Hwyr a bore fy nymuniadEsgyn ar adenydd cnAr i Dduw, er mwyn fy NgheidwadRoddi imi galon ln. Cytgan: Translation/English version:I ask not for ease and richesNor earth's jewels for my partBut I have the best of wishesFor a pure and honest heart. ChorusOh, pure heart so true and tenderFairer than the lilies whiteThe pure heart alone can renderSongs of joy both day and night. Should I cherish earthly treasureIt would fly on speedy wingsThe pure heart a plenteous measureOf true pleasure daily brings. Chorus Eve and morn my prayers ascendingTo God's heaven on wings of songSeek the joy that knows no endingThe pure heart that knows no wrong. ChorusA  "Arial "Arial7   " ""# "!"% "Arial "ArialCHarlech, raise thy banners o'er usSee the foe array'd before usMen of Meirion shout the chorusCambria live for aye!Should until the cry is soundingTo our land's remotest boundingAnd Eryri is resoundingCambria live for aye!Heroes, soldiers, rallyOn the foe we'll sallyWe will chase the hostile raceFrom stream and hill and valleyConquest's banner proudly bearingWe'll exult in their despairingVictory the shout declaringCambria live for aye!Swords are reddening, life-blood pourethLoud the din of battle roarethLouder still the war-cry soarethCambria live for aye!Spears and arrows swift are glancingTrumpets sounding, charges prancingSerried ranks with shouts advancingCambria live for aye!Fierce his spirit ragesWho with foe engagesHand to hand for FatherlandWith honour held for ages.Wild the conflict, see they're reelingVengeance now the sword is dealingVictory is thunder pealingCambria live for aye!A  "Arial!# !  " )!%$$'# "ArialCMen of Harlech, march to glory, victory is hov'ring oe'r ye,Bright-eyed freedom stands before ye, hear ye not her call?At your sloth she seems to wonder, rend the sluggish bonds asunder,Let the warcry's deaf'ning thunder ev'ry foe appal.Echoes loudly waking hill and valley shaking:Till the sound spreads wide around, the Saxon's courage breaking:Your foes on ev'ry side assailing, forward press with heart unfailing,Till invaders learn with quailing, Cambria ne'er can yield.  Thou who noble Cambria wrongest know that freedom's cause is strongestFreedom's courage lasts the longest, ending but with death!Freedom countless hosts can scatter, freedom stoutest mail can shatter,Freedom thickest walls can batter, fate is in her breath.  See they now are flying! Dead are heaped with dying!Over might hath triumphed right, our land to foes denying:Upon their soil we never sought them, love of conquest hither brought them,But this lesson, we have taught them, "Cambria ne'er can yield."CHark, I hear the foe advancingBarbed steeds are proudly prancingHelmets in the sunbeams glancingGlitter through the trees.Men of Harlech, lie ye dreamingSee ye not their falchions gleamingWhile their pennons gaily streamingFlutter in the breeze.From the rocks resoundingLet the war cry soundingSummon all at Cambria's callThe haughty foe surroundingMen of Harlech, on to glorySee your banner famed in storyWaves these burning words before ye,"Britain scorns to yield!"Mid the fray see dead and dyingFriend and foe together lyingAll around the arrows flyingScatter sudden death.Frightened steeds are wildly neighingBrazen trumpets loudly brayingWounded men for mercy praying With their parting breath.See they're in disorder, Comrades, keep close orderEver they shall rue the day,They ventured o'er the border.Now the Saxon flees before us,Victr'ry's banner floateth oe'er us,Raise the loud exulting chorus,"Britain wins the field!"=A  "Arial "Arial&#! $$% &8%  "ArialrCSome boys kiss me, some boys hug meI think they're o.k.If they don't give me proper creditI just walk awayThey can beg and they can pleadBut they can't see the light, that's right'Cause the boy with the cold, hard cashIs always Mister Right'Cause we're living in a material worldAnd I am a material girlYou know that we are living in a material worldAnd I am a material girlSome boys romance, some boys slow danceThat's all right with meIf they can't raise my interest than IHave to let them beSome boys try and some boys lie butI don't let them playOnly boys that save their penniesMake my rainy dayBoys may come and boys may goAnd that's all right you seeExperience has made me richAnd now they're after me'Cause everybody's living in a material worldAnd I am a material girlYou know that we are living in a material worldAnd I am a material girlB Abide with meAbide with 0Athen RyeBy lonely  4Black CavalryIn the fir QDon't Call Me Early in the MorningChorus:Do XFollow me up to Carlow!Lift Mac Cp ^Gather up the PotsGather up mGod Save the QueenGod save o 0B YFreeborn Man of the Travelling PeopleI am a fre[Galway BayIf you eve\Galway RacesIt's there^Gather up the PotsGather up B 9Calton WeaverI am a wea iLucy in the Sky with DiamondsPicture yo Bp Don't Think Twice, it's All RightIt ain't nRDublin CityAs I went SEasy and SlowIt was dowTEddystone LightMy father eEleanor RigbyAh, look aUFinnegan's WakeTim FinnegXFollow me up to Carlow!Lift Mac CB0=The Croppy BoyIt was earWThe Foggy Dew (Love)Oh, a wan VThe Foggy Dew (Revolutionary)'Twas downlThe Fool on the HillDay after ZThe Gallant Forty TwaYou may ta]The Galway ShawlAt Orenmor The Impossible DreamTo dream tB  Great Balls Of FireYou shake lGreen Grow the Rushes OI'll sing kGreensleevesAlas my lo`HarriganH - A doubaHeading for HalifaxLate sprinbHeavy Water PlantI left my 8HelpHelp, I neB@ 3SomethingSomething Sosban FachMae bys Ma=Surfin' U. 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A.If everybo1The Band Played Waltzing MatildaNow when I2The Banks of NewfoundlandOn St. Pat5The Black Velvet BandIn a neat 8The Braes o' Balquiddher (Wild Mountain Thyme)Oh, the suB 01Get BackJojo was a<God only KnowsI may not _God Save IrelandHigh upon mGod Save the QueenGod save okGreensleevesAlas my lo`HarriganH - A doubaHeading for HalifaxLate sprinB@ nRawhideRollin', r Rhyfelgyrch Gwyr HarlechWele goelcRocket ManShe packedjRogues in a NationFarewell t SatisfactionI can't geShenandoahShenandoah;Sloop John BWe come on@9Ticket to RideI think I'dWhere do you go to my Lovely?You talk lfYellow SubmarineIn the tow:YesterdayYesterday,Your SongIt's a litlBp@gThe InternationaleArise ye wiThe Land of my FathersThe land o7The Long and Winding RoadThe long aThe Mighty QuinnEv'rybody'?The PretenderI'm going fThe Socialist ABCWhen that oThe Star Spangled BannerOh, say caB Knockin' on Heaven's DoorMama, take La MarseillaiseAllons enfbLady MadonnaLady Madon5Let it BeWhen I fin>Little Deuce CoupeLittle deu Llwyn Onn / The Ash GroveYm mhalas iLucy in the Sky with DiamondsPicture yoB0 nHey JudeHey Jude, cHouse of the Rising SunThere is aHouse of the Rising Sun (Version 2)There is aI Shall be ReleasedThey say e JerusalemAnd did thJust Like a WomanNobody feeiLucy in the Sky with DiamondsPicture yoB 6Across the UniverseWords are All Through The NightSleep, my kAll you need is LoveLove, Love America the BeautifulO beautifu`American PieA long, lo Ar Hyd Y NosHoll amran0Athen RyeBy lonely B jA Day in the LifeI read theA Hard Rain's A-Gonna FallOh, where hA Little Help from my FriendsWhat wouldAbide with meAbide withkAll you need is LoveLove, Love`American PieA long, lo0Athen RyeBy lonely B Blue Suede ShoesWell, it's6Bold Robert EmmetThe strugg7BoulavogueAt Boulavo Calon LanNid wy'n g9Calton WeaverI am a weaB aBack in the USSRFlew in fr Battle Hymn of the RepublicMine eyes 3Biddy Mulligan, the Pride of the CoombeChorus:Yo4Black CavalryIn the fir6Bold Robert EmmetThe strugg7BoulavogueAt Boulavo9Calton WeaverI am a weaB  Cwm RhonddaGuide me, ?Danny BoyOh Danny bPDear BossDear Boss Deutschland, Deutschland ber allesDeutschlanQDon't Call Me Early in the MorningChorus:DoB0:Castle of DromoreThe Octobe2Come TogetherHere come <Corn Rigs (or Rigs O'Barley)It was upo>Cruiskeen LawnLet the fa?Danny BoyOh Danny bPDear BossDear Boss QDon't Call Me Early in the MorningChorus:DoBP  MyfanwyPa ham maeNo Woman No CryNo, woman,0Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-DaDesmond hacOctopus's GardenI'd like tOne Man Bandwell everygPenny LaneIn Penny L RawhideKeep movinB0 Men of Harlech (Version 3)Harlech, r Men of Harlech (Version 4)Hark, I he Morning has BrokenMorning haMr Tambourine ManHey! Mr. TB hMae hen wlad fy nhadauMae hen wl Material GirlSome boys eMen of Harlech (Version 1)Men of Har Men of Harlech (Version 2)Men of Har Men of Harlech (Version 4)Hark, I he Morning has BrokenMorning haMr Tambourine ManHey! Mr. TBSleep, my child, and peace attend theeAll through the nightGuardian angels God will send theeAll through the nightSoft the drowsy hours are creepingHill and dale in slumber steepingI my loving vigil keepingAll through the night.While the moon her watch is keepingAll through the nightWhile the weary world is sleepingAll through the nightO'er thy spirit gently stealingVisions of delight revealingBreathes a pure and holy feelingAll through the night.Though I roam a minstrel lonelyAll through the nightMy true harp shall praise sing onlyAll through the nightLove's young dream, alas, is overYet my strains of love shall hoverNear the presence of my loverAll through the night.DWhat would you think if I sang out of tune,Would you stand up and walk out on me?Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,And I'll try not to sing out of key.I get by with a little help from my friends,I get high with a little help from my friends,Going to try with a little help from my friends.What do iI do when my love is away.(Does it worry you to be alone)How do I feel by the end of the day(Are you sad because you're on your own)No I get by with a little help from my friends,Do you need anybody,I need somebody to love.Could it be anybodyI want somebody to love.Would you believe in a love at first sight,Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.What do you see when you turn out the light,I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,Do you need anybody,I just need somebody to love,Could it be anybody,I want somebody to love.I get by with a little help from my friends,Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,With a little help from my friends.DLove, Love, Love.Love, Love, Love.Love, Love, Love.There's nothing you can do that can't be done.Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.It's easy.Nothing you can make that can't be made.No one you can save that can't be saved.Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.It's easy.All you need is love.All you need is love.All you need is love, love.Love is all you need.All you need is love.All you need is love.All you need is love, love.Love is all you need.Nothing you can know that isn't known.Nothing you can see that isn't shown.Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.It's easy.All you need is love.All you need is love.All you need is love, love.Love is all you need.All you need is love (All together, now!)All you need is love. (Everybody!)All you need is love, love.Love is all you need (love is all you need).Yee-hai!Oh yeah!She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.VA  "Arial "Arial+/)< ))< '&8 *#-   "ArialCO beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea. O beautiful for pilgrim feet, Whose stern, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine ev'ry flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law. O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine, Till all success be nobleness, And ev'ry gain divine. O beautiful for patriot dream That sees, beyond the years, Thine alabaster cities gleam- Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea. A  "Arial#!%!!#( % "ArialEMine eyes have seen the gloryOf the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintageWhere the grapes of wrath are stored;He hath loosed the fateful lightningOf His terrible swift sword;His truth is marching on. Chorus:Glory! glory, hallelujah!Glory! glory, hallelujah!Glory! glory, hallelujah!Our God is marching on. I have seen Him in the watchfiresOf a hundred circling camps;They have builded Him an altarIn the evening dews and damps;I can read His righteous sentenceBy the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on.Chorus I have read a fiery gospelWrit in burnished rows of steel;"As ye deal with my condemners,So with you my grace shall deal."Let the hero born of womanCrush the serpent with his heel,Since God is marching on!Chorus He has sounded forth the trumpetThat shall never sound retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of menBefore His judgment seat; O be swift, my soul, to answer Him;Be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. ChorusIn beauty of the lilies,Christ born across the sea, With a glory in His bosomThat transfigures you and me; As he died to make men holy,Let us live to make men free, While God is marching on. Chorus:He is coming like the gloryOf the morning on the wave; He is wisdom to the mighty,He is honor to the brave; So the world shall be His footstool,And the soul of wrong His slave. Our God is marching on. Chorus:A  "Arial "Arial "Arial> &%"":! "!!!$$%" "ArialBWell, it's one for the money,Two for the show,Three to get ready,Now go, cat, go.But don't you step on my blue suede shoes.You can do anything but lay off of my Blue suede shoes.Well, you can knock me down,Step in my face,Slander my nameAll over the place.Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh, Honey, lay off of my shoesDon't you step on my Blue suede shoes.You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.You can burn my house,Steal my car,Drink my liquor From an old fruitjar.Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh, Honey, lay off of my shoesDon't you step on my blue suede shoes.You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.A  "Arial "Arial+8-'8-'87 "ArialmDGuide me, O Thou great JehovahPilgrim through this barren landI am weak but Thou art mightyHold me with Thy powerful hand.Bread of heaven, bread of heavenFeed me till I want no moreFeed me till I want no more.Open now the crystal fountainWhence the healing waters flowLet the fiery, cloudy pillarLead me all my journey through.Strong Deliv'rer, Strong Deliv'rerBe Thou still my strength and shieldBe Thou still my strength and shield.When I tread the verge of JordanBid my anxious fears subsideBear me through the swelling currentLand me safe on Canaan's sideSongs of praises, songs of praisesI will ever give to TheeI will ever give to Thee. Wele'n sefyll rhwng y myrtwyddWrthddrych teilwng o fy mrydEr o'r braidd 'rwy'n Ei adnabodEf uwchlaw gwrthrychau'r bydHenffych fore!Caf ei weled fel y mae.Rhosyn Saron yw Ei enwGwyn a gwridog, hardd Ei bryd!Ar ddeng mil y mae'n rhagoriO wrthddrychau penna'r bydFfrind pechadur!Dyma'r llywydd ar y mor.Beth sydd imi mwy a wnelwyfAg eilunod gwael y llawr?Tystio 'r wyf nad yw eu cwmniI'w gymharu a'm Iesu Mawr.O! am arosYn Ei gariad ddyddiau f'oes.=A  "Arial-! ! #%&!%#   "ArialBOh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are callingFrom glen to glen, and down the mountain sideThe summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying'tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come you back when summer's in the meadowOr when the valley's hushed and white with snow'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadowOh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And if you come, when all the flowers are dyingAnd I am dead, as dead I well may beYou'll come and find the place where I am lyingAnd kneel and say an "Ave" there for me And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above meAnd all my dreams will warm and sweeter beIf you'll not fail to tell me that you love meI simply sleep in peace until you come to me.@Deutschland, Deutschland ber alles,ber alles in der Welt,Wenn es stets zu Schutz und TrutzeBrderlich zusammenhlt,Von der Maas bis an die Memel,Von der Etsch bis an den Belt -Deutschland, Deutschland ber alles,ber alles in der Welt.Deutsche Frauen, deutsche Treue,Deutscher Wein und deutscher SangSollen in der Welt behaltenIhren alten schnen Klang,Uns zu edler Tat begeisternUnser ganzes Leben lang.Deutsche Frauen, deutsche Treue,Deutscher Wein und deutscher Sang. Einigkeit und Recht und FreiheitFr das deutsche Vaterland!Danach lat uns alle strebenBrderlich mit Herz und Hand!Einigkeit und Recht und FreiheitSind des Glckes Unterpfand.Blh' im Glanze dieses Glckes,Blhe, deutsches Vaterland. Deutschland, Deutschland ber alles,Und im Unglck nun erst recht.Nur im Unglck kann die LiebeZeigen, ob sie stark und echt.Und so soll es weiterklingenVon Geschlechte zu Geschlecht:Deutschland, Deutschland ber alles,Und im Unglck nun erst recht.Germany, Germany above all *Above everything in the world *When, always, for protection and defenseBrothers stand together.From the Maas to the MemelFrom the Etsch to the Belt,Germany, Germany above allAbove all in the world. German women, German fidelity,German wine and German song,Shall retain, throughout the world,Their old respected fame,To inspire us to noble deedsFor the length of our lives.German Women, German fidelity,German wine and German song. Unity and rights and freedomFor the German FatherlandFor this let us all striveBrotherly, with heart and hand.Unity and rights and freedomAre the pledge of fortune.Unity and rights and freedomFor the German Fatherland.A  "Arial "Arial@%# %!"!$!! %% )$  "ArialCAh, look at all the lonely peopleAh, look at all the lonely peopleEleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has beenLives in a dreamWaits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the doorWho is it for?All the lonely peopleWhere do they all come from ?All the lonely peopleWhere do they all belong ?Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hearNo one comes near. Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody thereWhat does he care?All the lonely peopleWhere do they all come from?All the lonely peopleWhere do they all belong?Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her nameNobody cameFather McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the graveNo one was savedAll the lonely peopleWhere do they all come from?All the lonely peopleWhere do they all belong?.A "Arial  "Arial ""GJDND J"ArialCIf you ever go across the sea to Ireland,Then maybe at the closing of your day,You will sit and watch the moon rise over CladdaghAnd see the sun go down on Galway Bay. Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,The women in the meadow making hay,And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin,And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play. For the breezes blowing o'er the seas from Ireland,Are perfum'd by the weather as they blow,And the women in the uplands diggin' praties,Speak a language that the strangers do not know. For the strangers came and tried teach us their way,They scorn'd us just for being what we are,But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams,Or light a penny candle from a star. And if there is going to be a life hereafter,And somehow I am sure there's going to be,I will ask my God to let me make my heaven,In that dear old land across the Irish sea.A&&X*.22N(,484 Dear Bossn"Don't Call Me Early in the Morning  Dublin City Easy and SlowEddystone LightFinnegan's WakeDThe Foggy Dew (Revolutionary)[The Foggy Dew (Love)sFollow me up to Carlow!%Freeborn Man of the Travelling PeopleiThe Gallant Forty Twase Galway Bay Galway Races The Galway Shawl!)Gather up the Pots"eGod Save IrelandvCXDI may not always love youBut long as there are stars above youYou never need to doubt itI'll make you so sure about itGod only knows what I'd be without youIf you should ever leave meThough life would still go on believe meThe world could show nothing to meSo what good would living do meGod only knows what I'd be without youGod only knows what I'd be without youIf you should ever leave meWell life would still go on believe meThe world could show nothing to meSo what good would living do meGod only knows what I'd be without youGod only knows what I'd be without youGod only knowsGod only knows what I'd be without youGod only knows what I'd be without youGod only knowsGod only knows what I'd be without youGod only knows what I'd be without youGod only knowsGod only knows what I'd be without youGod only knows what I'd be without youGod only knowsGod only knows what I'd be without youGod only knows what I'd be without youGod only knowsGod only knows what I'd be without youGod only knows what I'd be without youGod only knowsGod only knows what I'd be without youGA  "Arial "Arial(&')# '''# '''''''''''''& "ArialBGod save our gracious Queen, Long live our noble Queen, God save the Queen. Send her victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us. God save the Queen.  O Lord our God arise, Scatter her enemies, And make them fall. Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks, On Thee our hopes we fix. God save us all.  Thy choicest gifts in store On her be pleased to pour; Long may she reign. May she defend our laws, And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice. God save the Queen.BYou shake my nerves and you rattle my brainToo much love drives a man insane You broke my will, but what a thrill Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funnyYou came along and moved me honey I've changed my mind, your love is fine Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire Kiss me baby, woo feels good Hold me baby, wellllll I want to love you like a lover should Your fine, so kindI want to tell the world that your mine mine mine mine I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbsI'm real nervous, but it sure is fun Come on baby, drive my crazy Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!!DHey Jude, don't make it bad.Take a sad song and make it better.Remember to let her into your heart,Then you can start to make it better.Hey Jude, don't be afraid.You were made to go out and get her.The minute you let her under your skin,Then you begin to make it better.And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain,Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.For well you know that it's a fool who plays it coolBy making his world a little colder.Hey Jude, don't let me down.You have found her, now go and get her.Remember to let her into your heart,Then you can start to make it better.So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin,You're waiting for someone to perform with.And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do,The movement you need is on your shoulder.Hey Jude, don't make it bad.Take a sad song and make it better.Remember to let her under your skin,Then you'll begin to make itBetter better better better better better, oh.Da da da da da da, da da da, hey Jude....A  "Arial "Arial $%&%("2+5%(%&.,<+$%/*) "ArialBThere is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising SunIts been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God I know I'm oneMy mother was a tailor, sewed my new blue jeansMy father was a gamblin man down in New OrleansNow the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunkAnd the only time he'll be satisfied is when he's all a-drunkOh mother tell your children not to do what I have doneSpend your life in sin and misery in the house of the Rising SunWell I've got one foot on the platform the other foot on the trainI'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chainThere is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising SunIts been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God I know I'm oneCThere is a house down in New Orleans They call the risin sun. Its been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one. My mother was a tailor She sewed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler Down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he is satisfied Is when he's on a drunk. He'll fill his glasses up to the brim And he'll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life Is ramblin from town to town. Oh tell my baby sister Not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call the risin sun. And its one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train I'm goin back to New Orleans To wear my ball and chain. I'm going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm goin back to end my life Down in the risin sun. There is a house in New Orleans They call the risin sun. Its been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, Im one.BA  "Arial "Arial'&' $#'!+$"!!' "ArialBAnd did those feet in ancient timeWalk upon England's mountains green?And was the Holy Lamb of GodOn England's pleasant pastures seen?And did the countenance divineShine forth upon our clouded hills?And was Jerusalem builded hereAmong these dark satanic mills. Bring me my bow of burning gold!Bring me my arrows of desire!Bring me my spear! O clouds unfold!Bring me my chariot of fire!I will not cease from mental fightNor shall my sword sleep in my handTill we have built JerusalemIn England's green and pleasant land.GAllons enfants de la patrie,Le jour de gloire est arriv!Contre nous de la tyrannieL'etendard sanglant est lev! (bis)Entendez vous dans les campagnes,Mugir ces feroces soldats?Ils viennent jusque dans nos brasEgorger nos fils, nos compagnes!RefrainAux armes, citoyens!Formez vos bataillons!Marchons! Marchons!Qu'un sang impurAbreuve nos sillons!Que veut cette horde d'esclaves,de traitres, de rois conjurs?Pour qui ces ignobles entravs,Ces fers des longtemps prepars? (bis)Francais! pour nous, ah! Quel outrage!Quels transports il doit exciter!C'est nous qu'on ose mediterDe rendre a l'antique esclavage!Quoi! Ces cohortes trangresFeraient la loi dans nos foyers!Quoi! Ces phalanges mercenairesTerrasseraient nos fiers guerriers! (bis)Grand Dieu! Par des mains enchainesNos fronts sous le joug ploiraient!De vils despots deviendraientLes maitres de nos destines!Tremblez tyrans! Et vous, perfides,L'opprobre de tous les partis,Tremblez! Vos projets parricidesVont enfin recevoir leur prix! (bis)Tout est soldat pour vous combattre.S'ils tombent, nos jeunes hros,La France en produit de nouveaux,Contre vous tout prets se battre!Francais, en guerriers magnanimes,Portez ou retenez vos coups!Epargnez ces tristes victimes,A regret s'armant contre nous. (bis)Mais ces despots sanguinaires,Mais ces complices de Boulle,Tous ces tigres qui, sans pitie,Dchirent le sein de leur mere!...Amour sacre de la patrie,Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs!Libert, Libert chrie,Combats avec tes defenseurs! (bis)Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoireAccoure a tes males accents!Que tes ennemis expirantsVoient ton triomphe et notre gloire!Nous entrerons dans la carrireQuand nos aines n'y seront plus;Nous y trouverons leur poussireEt la trace de leurs vertus. (bis)Bien moins jaloux de leur survivreQue de partager leur cercueil,Nous aurons le sublime orgueilDe les venger ou de les suivreA "Arial  "ArialE$""!! ''"!! *%$$!%%!"$#% !#%##% !!## "ArialPCWhen I find myself in times of troubleMother Mary comes to meSpeaking words of wisdom, let it be.And in my hour of darknessShe is standing right in front of meSpeaking words of wisdom, let it be.Let it be, let it be.Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.And when the broken hearted peopleLiving in the world agree,There will be an answer, let it be.For though they may be parted there isStill a chance that they will seeThere will be an answer, let it be.Let it be, let it be. YeahThere will be an answer, let it be.And when the night is cloudy,There is still a light that shines on me,Shine on until tomorrow, let it be.I wake up to the sound of musicMother Mary comes to meSpeaking words of wisdom, let it be.Let it be, let it be.There will be an answer, let it be.Let it be, let it be,Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. A  "Arial "Arial'%%%$#$'"$$*$ %$$# "ArialELittle deuce Coupe You don't know what I got Little deuce Coupe You don't know what I got Well I'm not braggin' babe so don't put me down But I've got the fastest set of wheels in town When something comes up to me he don't even try Cause if I had a set of wings man I know she could fly She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I got (My little deuce coupe) (You don't know what I got) Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill But she'll walk a Thunderbird like (sheis) it's standin' still She's ported and relieved and she's stroked and bored. She'll do a hundred and forty with the top end floored She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I got (My little deuce coupe) (You don't know what I got) She's got a competition clutch with the four on the floor And she purrs like a kitten till the lake pipes roar And if that aint enough to make you flip your lid There's one more thing, I got the pink slip daddy And comin' off the line when the light turns green Well she blows 'em outta the water like you never seen I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer When I get rubber in all four gears She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I got (My little deuce coupe) (You don't know what I got) She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I got (My little deuce coupe) (You don't know what I got) She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I goteA  "Arial "Arial.10181@88;633482% "Arial@Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi, Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri; Ei gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarwyr tra mad, Tros ryddid collasant eu gwaed.  (Chorus) Gwlad, Gwlad - pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad, Tra mor yn fur i'r bur hoff bei, O bydded i'r hen iaith barhau.  Hen Gymru fyn