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Tarry Trousers
Traditional
Performed by Allison Crowe
As I roved out one fine Summer's ev'ning
to view those flow'rs and to take the air
't'was there I spied a tender mother
talking to her daughter dear
Singing, "Daughter, o daughter, I'll have you to marry"
"No longer to live a sweet single, life"
"O mother, o mother, I 'd rather to tarry"
"To be some brave young sailor's wife"
"A sailor shy sits all for to wander"
"To some foreign count'r'y he'd go"
"They will cause you to sigh and to murmur"
"They will prove your overthrow"
"Or, if you could get me to wed with a farmer"
"To be your joy and heart's delight"
"But give me the boy with the tarry, tarry trousers"
"To shine in my eyes like a diamond bright"
She hung her head on the top of her shoulders
Tears from her eyes like a fountain flowed
"I'll stay at home and be true-hearted"
"whilst my love to the sea doth go"
"Hark, o hark, how the great guns are rattling"
"Big and small, they all make noise"
"My true love's in the field of battle"
"Now fight on, my gallant boy"
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The Water Witch
Author Unknown - Original Newfoundland Song
Performed by Allison Crowe
All true-born Newfoundlanders pray harken unto me
and hear your mess-mates tell you all of the dangers of the sea.
You all remember Pouch Cove well and the true sons so brave
who saved the crew of The Water Witch so near a wat'ry grave.
On Christmas Eve this craft did leave as loud the wind did roar.
And on a reef she came to grief not far from the Pouch Cove shore,
a place well called the Horrid Gulch the schooner headed on.
And in the twinkling of an eye three poor, dear, souls were gone.
Two seamen from The Water Witch leapt when they heard the shock.
The rest belonged to that doomed ship were huddled on a rock
to wait for hours through hail and showers as loud the sea did dash,
and t'see their schooner breaking hard on the cliff did crash.
Punts, ropes and lanterns soon were brought by kind and willing hands.
The shrieks of females in distress our fishermen could not stand.
And how to face the Horrid Gulch six hundred feet to go
to save those souls half dead with cold who waited down below.
Brave Alfred Moores, a Pouch Cove man, "I'll take the lead," he cried
while 'round his waist strong hempen ropes with heavy knots they tied.
And now strong men are on the top to lower him o'er the cliff
to dash our hero down below 'neath blinding snow and drift.
Three times they swung him in the dark, through blinding drift and cold,
before his feet could get a place to give him any hold.
At last he found a resting place just 'neath a shelving stone
where he could see those souls below and hear each dismal moan.
And now to save this shipwrecked crew his heart is filled with hope.
Six more brave Pouch Cove 'men like heroes man the rope.
And now a small hand-line by Moores he managed for to lower
'til a' The Water Witch's crew all landed safe on shore.
But, hark - another scream is heard! The people get a shock.
Another female left below to perish on the rock
when Alfred makes another dash, as loud the wind do roar,
and brings the woman in his arms in safety to the shore.
The news was soon in town next day about The Water Witch.
The whole community got a shock - the poor as well as rich.
The Governor soon sent home the word, in letters bold and grand,
to tell ' the pluck of the fishermen belong to Newfoundland.
The Humane Society of Liverpool did very soon send here
gold medals for our fishermen that never knew no fear.
The Governor's Lady pinned them on, those medals rare and rich,
the Pouch Cove men who saved the lives a' board The Water Witch.
So here's success to our bold men who risk, in storms and breeze,
their precious lives for saving souls who venture on the seas.
May peace and plenty be their lot, oh, this true and sterling band.
Brave Alfred Moores and all the rest belong to Newfoundland.
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Paddy McGinty's Goat
Composed by R.P. Weston, Bert Lee, Bob Adams & Bob Allen.
Performed by Allison Crowe
Now Patrick McGinty, an Irishman of note,
came into a fortune and he bought himself a goat.
Said ', "Sure of goat's milk I soon will have me fill"
but when he brought the nanny home he found it was a bill.
All the young ladies who live in Killaloe
they're all wearing bustles like their mothers used to do
They each wear a bolster beneath their petticoat
and leave the rest to Providence and Paddy McGinty's goat
Now Mrs. Burke to her daughter said, "Listen, Mary Jane
Who was the lad you were cuddling in the lane
' long wiry whiskers a'hanging from his chin?"
" 't'was only Paddy McGinty's goat," she answered with a grin.
She went away from the village in disgrace
she came back with powder and paint upon her face
she'd rings on her fingers, and she wore a sable coat
you bet your life she didn't get that from Paddy McGinty's goat.
Well Norah McCarthy the knot was going to tie
she washed out her trousseau and she hung 'em out to dry;
Along came the goat and he saw the bits of white
he chewed up all her folderols upon on her wedding night.
"Oh turn out the lights!" she shouted out to Pat
"For though I'm your bride well I'm not worth looking at
I had two of ev'rything, I told you when I wrote
but now I've got nothing at all thro' Paddy McGinty's goat."
Now old Paddy's goat had a wondrous appetite
and early one morning he ate some dynamite
a big box of matches he swallowed all serene
and then he went and swallowed up a quart of gasoline.
Well, he sat by the fire' he didn't give a hang
he swallowed a spark and exploded with a bang.
So if you go to Heaven you can bet a dollar note
that the angel with the whiskers is Paddy McGinty's goat.
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The Wild Rover
Traditional - Author Unknown
Performed by Allison Crowe
And it's no, nay, never
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover
no, never, no more.
Well, I played the wild rover for many's the year
and I spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
and I promise to play the wild rover no more
And it's no, nay, never
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover,
no, never, no more.
I went into an ale-house I used to frequent,
and I told the landlady me money's all spent.
I asked her for credit and she answered me, "Nay,
so a custom like yours I could have any day."
And it's no, nay, never
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover
no, never, no more.
And out of my pocket I took handfuls of gold
and upon the round table they glittered and rolled.
She said, "I have whiskey and meals of the best
and the words that I told you they were only in jest."
And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover,
no, never, no more.
And out of my pocket I took sovereigns bright
and the landlady's legs opened wide with delight.
She said, "I have whiskey and beers of the best
and I'll take you upstairs and I'll show you the rest."
And it's no, nay, never,
No, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover,
No, never, no more.
I'll go back to my parents, confess what I've done,
and I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they forgive me as ofttimes before
But I'll promise to play the wild rover no more.
And it's no, nay, never,
No, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover,
No, never, no more.
And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more.
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