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Finnegan's Wake
02:58
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Tim Finnegan lived on Walker Street
and a gentle Irishman, mighty odd.
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
and to rise in the world, he carried a hod.
See he'd sort of a tipplin' way.
With a love of the liquor, poor Tim was born.
To help him on with his work each day,
he'd a drop of the craythur every morn.
Whack fol the die do! Dance to your partner!
Welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth I told ya?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
One morning', Tim was rather full.
His head felt heavy which made him shake.
He fell from the ladder and broke his skull.
They carried him home, his corpse to wake.
Wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet,
and they laid him out upon a bed
with a gallon of whiskey at his feet
and a barrel or porter at his head.
Whack fol the die do! Dance to your partner!
Welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth I told ya?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
His friends assembled at the wake,
and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch.
First they brought in tea and cake
then pipes, tobacco and whisky punch.
Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see?
Tim mavourneen, why did ye die?"
"O hold your gob," says Patty MacGee.
Whack fol the die do! Dance to your partner!
Welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth I told ya?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
Maggie O'Connor took the job.
"Biddy," says she, "you're wrong, I'm sure!"
Biddy gave Maggie a belt in the gob
and left her sprawlin' on the floor.
Then the war did soon engage.
'Twas woman to woman and man to man.
Shillelagh law was all the rage,
and the row and eruption soon began.
Whack fol the die do! Dance to your partner!
Welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth I told ya?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
Mickey Maloney raised his head
when a noggin of whiskey flew at him.
Missed and fallen on the bed,
the liquor scattered over Tim.
Tim revived! See how he raises.
Timothy, rising from the bed,
says, "Wheel your whiskey 'round like blazes!
Thanum o'n dhoul! Did ye think I's dead?"
Whack fol the die do! Dance to your partner!
Welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth I told ya?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
Whack fol the die do! Dance to your partner!
Welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth I told ya?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
Whack fol the die do! Dance to your partner!
Welt the floor, your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth I told ya?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
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2. |
The Gypsy Rover
05:08
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3. |
Old Blue
03:01
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4. |
Tell Old Bill
04:19
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5. |
Bonny Ship the Diamond
02:41
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Seedling Pine
02:26
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There's a little seedling pine on the mountain
that reminds me of my early love with you.
Though we've stood the test of time like the old tall pines,
like that little seedling pine, our love's still new.
Though in winter, it bends with the snowfall,
and the windstorms cause it to shake,
we have weathered our own storms since our love was newborn.
Like that little seedling pine, we'll never break.
It has been many years since our wedding
in that little country chapel in the pine.
From the mountains to the sea, you're the one for me.
You will always be my lovely Valentine.
Though that seedling will rise toward the heavens,
from the earth will grow another seedling too
to remind us of our love and our blessings from above.
Like that little seedling pine, our love's still new.
Though that seedling will rise toward the heavens,
from the earth will grow another seedling too
to remind us of our love and our blessings from above.
Like that little seedling pine, our love's still new,
ever faithful, evergreen, ever true.
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Worried Man's Light
02:16
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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Down By the Riverside
02:50
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Granny's tea is famous
to everyone in town.
Everyone who drinks it,
drinks the whole glass down.
They say, "Granny, how'd you make it?"
But she won't say, I suppose,
'cause that recipe's top secret,
and only Granny knows
that it's one cup of sugar in the tea,
exactly one cup of sugar in the tea.
It's a secret recipe:
One cup of sugar in the tea.
Well it's time for the sweet tea contest
the town holds once a year,
and somehow Granny always loses
to old Mabel McGear.
She says, "Not this year, Mabel!
I smell victory in the air,
and how could your old nasty tea
hope to compare to
one cup of sugar in the tea,
just one cup of sugar in the tea?
It's a secret recipe:
One cup of sugar in the tea."
Well Granny starts a-brewin'
and Grandpa steals a taste,
but he recoils and coughs and gags
'cause the tea tastes just like paste.
He don't know that his taste buds
are old and plum wore out,
so he grabs that can of sugar
and adds just about
oh one cup of sugar in the tea,
just one cup of sugar in the tea.
It's a family recipe:
Two cups of sugar in the tea.
Pastor Brown comes a-callin'
to check on Granny's tea.
Granny offers him a glass
but it tastes like horse's pee.
He's too proud to admit that
he's fighting allergies,
so he decides to doctor up
Granny's recipe.
He adds one cup of sugar in the tea,
one cup of sugar in the tea.
It's a secret recipe:
Three cups of sugar in the tea.
Granny's seven grandkids
creep in to have a snoop.
Each child is blessed with
and insatiable sweet tooth.
They drink Granny's tea with every meal.
They really like the stuff,
but personally speaking,
it's never sweet enough.
Each adds one cup of sugar in the tea,
one cup of sugar in the tea.
It's a family recipe:
Ten cups of sugar in the tea.
Well the contest is upon us,
and the judges take a draught.
Just one sip, their hair stands on end,
their hearts begin to thrash.
Old Mabel McGear drops dead
right there and then.
The judges give Granny the blue ribbon
before she can kill again
with one cup of sugar in the tea,
just one cup of sugar in the tea.
It's a family recipe:
One cup of sugar in the tea.
One cup of sugar in the tea,
exactly one cup of sugar in the tea.
It's a secret, family, award-winning recipe.
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Nancy Whiskey
04:44
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The Brazos River
03:47
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Home On the Range
03:28
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Davis Quinn Buffalo, New York
Davis Quinn is a singer/songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, and traditional folk enthusiast. He has been performing and recording for over twenty years and lives in Buffalo, NY with his wife and dog.
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