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Health to the Company performed by Wakefire from the album Midnight Circus

https://www.wakefiremusic.com/ 

John Barleycorn performed by Water Street Bridge from the album Danse Macabre

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The Night Pat Murphy Died performed by Whirly Jig from the album Thing A Ma Jig

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Great To Be A Pirate performed by Whiskey Bards from the album The Recruiter...Free Rum Ain't Free

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Wild Mountain Thyme V4 performed by Whiskey Bay Rovers from the album Broadsides and Ballads

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Hammered (Live) performed by Wicked Tinkers from the album Banger for Breakfast

Two Guitars performed by Gypsy Rox from the album A Fiddler in Every Port

Gypsy Laddio/Cantiga 353 performed by Gypsy Rox from the album A Fiddler in Every Port

www.gypsyrox.com 

The Rosie performed by Fugli

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The Man In The Moon performed by Withe & Stone from the album The Circle Path

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Schottish (Trad.) performed by Wolgemut(“to be in a good mood”) from the album Danza

https://wolgemut.net 

Tempest performed by Voltaire from the album To the Bottom Of The Sea

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Bonnie Ship The Diamond (Live) performed by Village Idiots from the album Guardians of the Renfaire

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We Are Ye Banished Privateers performed by Ye Banished Privateers from the album First Night Back In Port

http://yebanishedprivateers.com/ 

Bardsong performed by Zoe Alexander from the album Bardsong


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SONG LYRICS


A Health to the Company


Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme

Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine

Come lift up your voices, all grief to refrain

For we may or might never all meet here again

So here's a health to the company and one to my lass

Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass

Let's drink and be merry, all grief to refrain

For we may or might never all meet here again

Here's a health to the wee lass that I love so well

For style and for beauty there's none can excel

There's a smile on her countenance as she sits upon my knee

There is no man in this wide world as happy as me

So here's a health to the company and one to my lass

Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass

Let's drink and be merry, all grief to refrain

For we may or might never all meet here again

Our ship lies at anchor, she is ready to dock

I wish her safe landing without any shock

And if ever I should meet you by land or by sea

I will always remember your kindness to me

So here's a health to the company and one to my lass

Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass

Let's drink and be merry, all grief to refrain

For we may or might never all meet here again



John Barleycorn


There were three men, came out of the west

Their fortunes for to try

And these three men made a solemn vow

John Barleycorn must die!

Well, they've ploughed,

They've sown, they've harrowed him in

Threw clouds upon his head

Till these three men were satisfied

John Barleycorn was dead

They've let him lie for a long long time

Till the rains from heaven did fall

And little sir John sprang up his head

And so amazed them all

They let him fly till the midsummer's day

Till he looked both pale and wan, oh

Then little Sir John has grown a long long beard

And so became a man

They have hired men with the scythes so sharp

To cut him off at the knee,

They rolled and they tied him around the waist

Serving him most him barbarously

They hired men with the sharp pitchforks

To prick him to the heart

And the loader he has served him worse than that

For he's bound him to the cart

Well, they've wheeled him 'round and 'round the field

Till they came onto a barn

And there they made their solemn oath

Concerning a Barleycorn

They hired men with the crab tree sticks

To split him skin from bone, yeah

But the miller he has served him worst and bad

For he ground him between two stones

Well there's beer all in the barrel

And brandy in the glass,

But little old sir John with his nut-brown bowl

Proved the strongest man at last

John Barleycorn, throw him up, throw him up!

Now the huntsman, he can't hunt the fox

Nor loudly blow his horn

And the tinker he can't mend his pots

Without John Barleycorn,

John Barleycorn, John Barleycorn

Barleycorn, Barleycorn

John Barleycorn, John Barleycorn



The Night Pat Murphy Died


Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget

Some of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain't got sober yet;

As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay

O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play

That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy

That's how they showed their honour and their pride;

They said it was a sin and shame and they winked at one another

And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died

As Mrs. Murphy sat in the corner pouring out her grief

Kelly and his gang came tearing down the street

They went into an empty room and a bottle of whiskey stole

They put the bottle with the corpse to keep that whiskey cold

That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy

That's how they showed their honour and their pride;

They said it was a sin and shame and they winked at one another

And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died

About two o'clock in the morning after empty'ing the jug

Doyle rolls up the ice box lid to see poor Paddy's mug

We stopped the clock so Mrs. Murphy couldn't tell the time

And at a quarter after two we argued it was nine

That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy

That's how they showed their honour and their pride;

They said it was a sin and shame and they winked at one another

And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died

They stopped the hearse on George Street outside Sundance Saloon

They all went in at half past eight and staggered out at noon

They went up to the graveyard, so holy and sublime

Found out when they got there, they'd left the corpse behind!

That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy

That's how they showed their honour and their pride;

They said it was a sin and shame and they winked at one another

And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died

Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget

Some of the boys got loaded drunk and they ain't been sober yet;

As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay

O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play

That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy

That's how they showed their honour and their pride;

They said it was a sin and shame and they winked at one another

And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died



Great to be a Pirate


Soon you'll be a dead man


Ain't it great to be a pirate, laddie

To sail the seas and to end just like your daddy

Draw your cutlass, spark your pistol's flash pan

Steal gold to spend before you are a dead man soon you'll be a dead man.


Welcome to the ship, you're now one of the crew

We've lots of fun since we have so much to do

We've sails to mend, and decks for which to swab

A bilge to pump, and lots of other jobs


There's lots of ropes, a-ready for the climbing

We need a nesting' crow, since our last he went deck divin'

And if you find, in Hell you are a doubter

We're always runnin' short, of monkeys for the powder


Down in the galley, the bread is cooked with raisins

To hide the maggots, in the flower Cookie's raisin'

The water's going bad, in the barrels where its keepin'

The rum is getting stronger, since the First Mate's heads been steepin'


In every port, the ladies there are waitin'

To take the gold, from each man whose loins are achin'

Then back to sea, to start it all again

Or face the gallows, and become a freer man


<2nd Chorus> all together tenor and bass finish with ""for soon you'll be a dead man.""


Ain't it great, to be a pirate, Laddie

To sail the seas, and to hang just like your daddy

Draw your cutlass, spark your pistol's flash pan

Steal gold to spend, for soon you'll be a dead man for soon you'll be a dead man.



Wild Mountain Tyme


Oh, the summertime is comin'

And the trees are sweetly bloomin'

And the wild mountain thyme

Grows around the purple heather

Will you go? Lassie, will you go?

And we'll all go together

To pick wild mountain thyme

All around the purple heather

Will you go? Lassie, will you go?

I will build my love a tower

By yon pure and crystal fountain

Yes and on it I will lay

All the flowers of the mountain

Will you go? Lassie, will ya go?

And we will all go together

To pick wild mountain thyme

All around the purple heather

Will you go? Lassie, will you go?

If my true love won't come with me

Then I would surely find another

To pick wild mountain thyme

All around the purple heather

Will you go? Lassie, will ya go?

And we will all go together

To pick wild mountain thyme

All around the purple heather

Will you go?

Will you go?

Lassie will you go?



The Man in the Moon


The man in the moon dropped in last night

He and Miss Muffet stopped in for a bite

They said little boy blue was out for the night

Chasing cows through the Milky Way

They ask my opinion on kippers and kings

And did I think trouble went around like a ring

Did you ever hear such a curious thing

Did you think it would make me cry

I say to myself down and said where did you go

Why did you leave as I started to grow

They both shake their heads and softly said no

It’s a trick of perspective you see

Like all the king’s horses and all the kings men

You’ve been marching away since this story began

You went straight away in search of an end

For something you thought might be

Now I sit at a desk while my dreams all die

The telephone rings, the debts pile high

While I’d rather be somewhere up in the sky

Singing songs with the man in the moon

Twinkle twinkle little star

How I wonder what you are

Op above the world so high

A diamond in the sky

They both smiled and stood and said thanks for the tea

But they had an appointment at a quarter to three

They said look them up if by chance I was free

They’d be happy to shine on down

So I’m sleeping out in the yard tonight

And I don’t care if the midges may bite

For the stars overhead are a beautiful sight

And the moon is shining down

So when you sit at your desk in your dreams all die

The telephone rings and the debts pile high

Wouldn’t you rather be up in the sky

Singing songs with the man in the moon

Oh what a wonderful tune

Singing songs with the man on the moon.




Bonnie Ship the Diamond


The Diamond is a ship, my lads

For the Davis Strait we're bound

The quay it is all garnished

With bonnie lasses 'round

Captain Thompson gives the order

To sail the ocean wide

Where the sun it never sets, my lads

Nor darkness dims the sky

For it's cheer up my lads

Let your hearts never fail

For the bonnie ship the Diamond

Goes a-hunting for the whale

Along the quay at Peterhead

The lasses stand aroon

Wi' their shawls all pulled around them

And the saut tears runnin' doon

Don't you weep, my bonnie wee lass

Though you be left behind

For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice

Before we change our mind

For it's cheer up my lads

Let your hearts never fail

For the bonnie ship the Diamond

Goes a-hunting for the whale

Here's a health to the Resolution

Likewise the Eliza Swan

Three cheers for the Battler of Montrose

And the Diamond, ship of fame

We wear the trousers o' the white

The jackets o' the blue

When we get back to Peterhead

We'll hae sweethearts enou'

For it's cheer up my lads

Let your hearts never fail

For the bonnie ship the Diamond

Goes a-hunting for the whale

It will be bright both day and night

When the Greenland lads come hame

Our ship full up with oil, my lads

And money to our name

We'll make the cradles for to rock

And the blankets for to tear

And every lass in Peterhead sing

""Hushabye, my dear""

For it's cheer up my lads

Let your hearts never fail

For the bonnie ship the Diamond

Goes a-hunting for the whale

For it's cheer up my lads

Let your hearts never fail

For the bonnie ship the Diamond

Goes a-hunting for the whale



We are Ye Banished Privateers


Ye Banished Privateers

In a filthy old tavern in the port of Belfast

There sat a drunken laddie, he was tall as a scooner's mast

He said ""My name is Charles and I am your king

An' my royal arse on your ship you shall bring!""

Well I said ""You sure can swagger, but a king you are not""

And if I had that fucker here, I'd sure have him shot!

""But I need one more swabber, and we're leavin' tonight

And you'll find the pay is good, can you sail, can you fight.""

We are Ye Banished Privateers

We are King Charlie's rovers, we're sailors besmeared

We are Ye Banished Privateers

We'll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer

But Charlie was a weak one, a real worthless prick

He threw up all the time 'cause the salt made 'em sick

And when we were plundering a rich merchant ship

He ran into hiding, trembling his lip

But sea legs can grow on the weakest of lads

It turned out some talent in fencing I had

Once I grew fond of the pirate charade

I'd be the first to dive into the fray

We are Ye Banished Privateers

We are King Charlie's rovers, we're sailors besmeared

We are Ye Banished Privateers

We'll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer

We roamed all over the seven seas

We plundered wherever there riches may be

From ye coast of Tortuga to ye shores of Cape Horn

We looted n' pillaged both poor and well born

For each passing year an' each bottle of rum

Had Charlie a more vicious pirate become

One with the laddies so fearful and great

He advanced to the rank of first mate

We are Ye Banished Privateers

We are King Charlie's rovers, we're sailors besmeared

We are Ye Banished Privateers

We'll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer

But each thing so good, must come to an end

And Charlie a letter from England was sent

It turned that rascal was truly our king

He returned from his exile during the spring

I gave them my blessing to rove n' I said

""A yearly wager in gold you'll be paid

But back home to England you cannot return

For you are the scum of the Earth I have learned!""

We are Ye Banished Privateers

We are King Charlie's rovers, we're sailors besmeared

We are Ye Banished Privateers

We'll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer

We are Ye Banished Privateers

We are King Charlie's rovers, we're sailors besmeared

We are Ye Banished Privateers

We'll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer

We are Ye Banished Privateers

We are King Charlie's rovers, we're sailors besmeared

We are Ye Banished Privateers

We'll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer!