Song Lyrics
JACKIE STEPHENSON
Me name is Jackie Stephenson this name I do advance
I own a little Galloway and I call her little Chance
Now Chance she has three greasy legs likewise a kittlely back
And gangin' along the gangin' plank kick you can hear the tune man's knack
I was comin' round the turn titty fa la titty fa lay
And she wouldn't move on titty fa la titty fa lay
The tugs they made a click I got out of the way so quick
You buggers you broke the deputy's cest titty fa la titty fa lay
Oh la la la la over the wall's out
Well I knew a Gatesed lassie once her age was thirty four
She hadn't been with a man and so her heart was very sore
One night as she was goin' to bed she thought she heard a sound
And when she look beneath the bed a burglar there she found
She didn't faint nor scream titty fa la titty fa lay
She didn't shout nor roar titty fa la titty fa lay
When she saw it was a man begod she cried hooray
She got up and locked the door titty fa la titty fa lay
Oh me self and the wife and the mother in-law went down by the slivery sea
The mother in-law got into a boat a sailor she would be
She hadn't past about thirty yards when suddenly there's a sound
And when I looked beneath me shoulder there she was flapping about
Sez she I cannot swim titty fa la titty fa lay
Sez I now's your chance to learn titty fa la titty fa lay
The wife she said you hound would you sit and watch her drowned
Sez I no I'll close me eyes titty fa la titty fa lay
Oh la la la la over the wall's out
Well the other I took a walk down the slivery shore
I saw O'Grady's daughter standing by the door
She dragged me in for a cup of tea cause she was all alone
And when the tea was finished she said will I come again
I rub me hand along her thigh titty fa la titty fa lay
Cause I'm the boy to try titty fa la titty fa lay
She's very found of me she loves to sit me on her knee
And I'm a bugger for tea titty fa la titty fa lay
Oh la la la la over the wall's out
JACK'S HEROES
(Terry Woods/Spider Stacy)
They were green and they beautiful their hearts were filled with love
They were pure as any lily as gentle as a dove
Their singing cheering harmony till their throats were crack and sore
But there is no doubt you'll hear them shout when Jackie's Heroes score
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Toor-a-loo Toor-a-loo Toor-a-loo Toor-a-loo
And we'll follow Jack's Heroes what ever we do
They come from Dublin and from Cork from dear old Donegal from
London, Boston and New York from anywhere at all
From Paramatta to Fermoy, Strabane to Skibbereen
And will the shout go up when the world cup is raised on Stephen's Green
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And when we're there in Italy on Itaili's sunny shore
We'll be the boys you want to see the boy's you'll all adore
We'll play like perfect gentlemen to win to lose to draw
For we're here to take the world cup to Paddy's Shamrock Shore
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JAMES CONNOLLY
A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham
With their heads all uncovered, they knelt on the ground
For inside that grim prison lay a true Irish soldier
His life for his country about to lay down
He went to his death like a true son of Ireland
The firing party he bravely did face
Then the order rang out, 'Present arms, Fire!'
James Connolly fell into a ready-made grave
The black flag was hoisted, the cruel deed was over
Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well
There was many a sad heart in Dublin that morning
When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish rebel
Many years have rolled by since the Irish Rebellion
When the guns of Britannia the loudly did speak
And the bold IRA they stood shoulder to shoulder
And the blood from their bodies flowed down Sackville Street
The Four Courts of Dublin, the English bombarded
The spirit of freedom, they tried hard to quell
But above all the din, came the cry, 'No Surrender!'
'Twas the voice of James Connolly, the Irish rebel
God's curse on you England, you cruel hearted monster
Your deeds they would shame all the devils in hell
There are no flowers blooming, but the shamrock is growing
On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish rebel
JAMES CONNOLLY—THE WORKERS HERO
(Pete St. John)
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And they sang those working Paddies
And they shared their dreams with me
Of a hero a workers hero by the name of James Connolly
And they sang their praise down all of our days
And they shared their dreams with me
That prince of men who showed them when
Was the brave James Connolly
And we toiled and sang and laboured in a pit as black as ink
Till the mine gave up its harvest then we shared one parting drink
Then I made my way through Nova Scotia anywhere I could find me a feed
Till I earned a one way ticket to the land of James Connolly
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And they sang those working Paddies
And they shared their dreams with me
Of a hero a workers hero by the name of James Connolly
Then I stood in Dublin City and the worker I asked there
Where I'd find the grave of Connolly and he smiled with time to spare
Ah friend you know we honoured him well and we laid him down with pride
By Arbour Hill he's remembered still and down by the Liffey side
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And they sang those working Paddies
And they shared their dreams with me
Of a hero a workers hero by the name of James Connolly
Then my new found friend stepped lightly like a smiling raparee
Till bare headed we stood in silence by the grave of James Connolly
That darlin' he whispered low gave us back our dignity
Then he wished me farewell while the sweet Liffey bell
Sang theirs chimes for the great Connolly
JAMIE FOYERS
(Ewan McColl)
Far distant, far distant lies Foyers the brave,
No tombstone memorial shall hallow his grave,
His bones they are scattered on the rude soil of Spain
For young Jamie Foyers in battle was slain
He's gane frae the shipyard that stands on the Clyde
His hammer is silent, his tools laid aside
To the wide Ebro river young Foyers has gane
To fecht by th side o' the people o' Spain
There wasna his equal at work or at play
He was strang in the union till his dying day
He was grand at the footba', at the dance he was braw
O! young Jamie Foyers was the floo'er o' them a'
He cam' frae the shipyard, took off his working claes
Oh, I mind that time weel in the lang simmer days
He said, "Fare ye weel, lassie, I'll come back again"
But young Jamie Foyers in battle was slain
In the fight for Belchite he was aye to the fore
He focht at Grandesa till he couldna fight more
He lay owre his machine-gun wi' a bullet in his brian
And young Jamie Foyers in battle was slain
JAR OF PORTER
If you want your child to grow
Your child to grow, your child to grow
If you want your child to grow
Give him a jar of porter
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Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la; give him a jar of porter
When I was young and cradle cake
No drop of milk now would I take
My father up and had his spake
Give child a jar of porter
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Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la; give the child a jar of porter
And when I'm dead and in my grave
I hope for me a prayer you'll say
And as you're passin' by
That you'll throw in a jar of porter
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Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la; throw in a jar of porter
And when I reach the holy gates
I hope you'll not have long to wait
I'll call St. Peter aside and say
Brought you up a jar of porter
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Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la, brought you up a jar of porter
THE JEELY PIECES SONG
(Adam McNaughtan)
I'm a skyscraper wain, I live on the nineteenth floor
But I'm no goin' out to play anymore
Since we moved to Castle Milk, I'm wastin' away
Cause, I'm gettin' one less meal everyday
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Oh, you can't fling pieces from a twenty story flat
Seven hundred, hungry, wains will testify to that
If it's butter, cheese or jeely, if the bread be plain or pan
The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-nine to one
On the first day my ma flung me a piece of Hovis brown
It went flying out the window and went up instead of down
Now every twenty-seven hours it comes back into sight
For me piece went into orbit, and became a satellite
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On the second day my ma thought she'd try another throw
But the Salvation Army Band was playing down below
Onward Christian Soldiers was the piece they should have played
But the Omp-pah man was playing a piece in marmalade
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On the third day my mother thought that she'd try once again
But it went and hit the pilot of a fast low flying plane
As he scrapped off the window, shoutin' through the intercom
"Those Glasgow Reds have got me, with a bread and jelly bomb"
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So we're goin' up to Ox-Farm, to try and get some aid
And all kids in Castle Milk have join a piece brigade
We're marching now to City Hall, demanding civil rights
Like no more housing, over piece flinging heights
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