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I had this album, been looking for it for years. A few songs you find elsewhere Thank you

Lol....like no disrespect..,but that lady's looks pretty much sums up this song..lol

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Thank you so much, I have never seen this before, very rare content !

Here’s good luck to the pint pot Good luck to the Barley Mow Jolly good luck to the pint pot. Good luck to the Barley Mow Oh the pint pot, half a pint, gill, half a gill, quarter gill, nipikin, and a round bowl Here’s good luck, good luck, good luck to the Barley Mow. Here’s good luck to the half gallon Good luck to the Barley Mow Jolly good luck to the half gallon Good luck to the Barley Mow Oh the half gallon, pint pot, half a pint, gill, half a gill, quarter gill, nipikin, and a round bowl Here’s to good luck good luck, good luck to the Barley Mow Here’s good luck to the gallon Good luck to the Barley Mow Jolly good luck to the gallon Good luck to the Barley Mow Oh the gallon, half gallon, pint pot, half a pint, gill, half a gill, quarter gill, nipikin, and a round bowl Here’s good luck, good luck, good luck to the Barley Mow Here’s good luck to the half barrel Good luck to the Barley Mow Jolly good luck to the half barrel Good luck to the Barley Mow Oh the half barrel, gallon, half gallon, pint pot, half a pint, gill, half a gill, quarter gill, nipikin, and a round bowl Here’s good luck, good luck, good luck to the Barley Mow Here’s good luck to the barrel Good luck to the Barley Mow Jolly good luck to the barrel Good luck to the Barley Mow Oh the barrel, half barrel, gallon, half gallon, pint pot, half a pint, gill, half a gill, quarter gill, nipikin, and a round bowl Here’s good luck, good luck, good luck to the Barley Mow Here’s good luck to the daughter Good luck to the Barley Mow Jolly good luck to the daughter Good luck to the Barley Mow Oh the daughter, barrel, half barrel, gallon, half gallon, pint pot, half a pint, gill, half a gill, quarter gill, nipikin, and a round bowl Here’s good luck, good luck, good luck to the Barley Mow Here’s good luck to the landlord Good luck to the Barley Mow Jolly good luck to the landlord Good luck to the Barley Mow Oh the landlord, daughter, barrel, half barrel, gallon, half gallon, pint pot, half a pint, gill, half a gill, quarter gill, nipikin, and a round bowl Here’s good luck, good luck, good luck to the Barley Mow Here’s good luck to the Brewer Good luck to the Barley Mow Jolly good luck to the Brewer Good luck to the Barley Mow Oh the Brewer, landlord, daughter, barrel, half barrel, gallon, half gallon, pint pot, half a pint, gill, half a gill, quarter gill, nipikin, and a round bowl Here’s good luck, good luck, good luck to the Barley Mow Here’s good luck to the company Good luck to the Barley Mow Jolly good luck to the company Good luck to the Barley Mow Oh the company, Brewer, landlord, daughter, barrel, half barrel, gallon, half gallon, pint pot, half a pint, gill, half a gill, quarter gill, nipikin, and a round bowl Here’s good luck, good luck, good luck to the Barley Mow

Well we started out from Roda When the sheds had all cut out We’d pockets full of money For we meant to move about So we humped our blueys serenely And we made for Sydney town With a three spot note between us That wanted spreading ‘round We camped at Lazy Harry’s On the road to Gundagai The road to Gundagai Five miles from Boonabrai And we camped at Lazy Harry’s On the road to Gundagai Well we crossed the Murrumbidgee Near Lee Yanko in the wheat We passed through old Nerrandra And crossed the Barkney Creek And we never stopped at Wagga For we’d Sydney in our eyes And we camped at Lazy Harry’s On the Road to Gundagai We camped at Lazy Harry’s On the road to Gundagai The road to Gundagai Five miles from Boonabrai And we camped at Lazy Harry’s On the road to Gundagai Well we all put down our swag packs And we marched into the bar We ordered rum and raspberry And a shilling end cigar But the girl who served the poison She winked at bill and I So we camped at Lazy Harry’s On the Road to Gundagai We camped at Lazy Harry’s On the road to Gundagai The road to Gundagai Five miles from Boonabrai And we camped at Lazy Harry’s On the road to Gundagai Well i’ve seen a lot of girls me boys And drunk a lot of beer I’ve slept out in the outback That left me mighty queer But for beer to knock you sideways And for girls to make you cry You should camp at Lazy Harry’s On the Road to Gundagai We camped at Lazy Harry’s On the road to Gundagai The road to Gundagai Five miles from Boonabrai And we camped at Lazy Harry’s On the road to Gundagai In a week our spree was over And our check was all knocked down So we shouldered our Matildas And turned our backs on town But the girls stood us a knobbler And we softly said goodbye And we tramped from Lazy Harry’s On the Road to Gundagai We camped at Lazy Harry’s On the road to Gundagai The road to Gundagai Five miles from Boonabrai And we camped at Lazy Harry’s On the road to Gundagai And we camped at Lazy Harry’s On the road to Gundagai The road to Gundagai Five miles from Boonabrai And we camped at Lazy Harry’s On the road to Gundagai

Train whistle blowin’ Makes a sleepy noise Underneath their blankets Go all the girls and boys Rock ‘n roll ‘n ridin’ Out along the Bay All bound for Morningtown Many miles away Driver takes the engine Fireman rings the bell Sandman swings the lantern To show that all is well Rock ‘n roll ‘n ridin’ Out along the Bay All bound for Morningtown Many miles away Maybe it is raining Where our train will ride All the little travelers Are snug and warm inside Rock ‘n roll ‘n ridin’ Out along the Bay All bound for Morningtown Many miles away Somewhere there is sunshine Somewhere there is rain Somewhere there is morningtown Many miles away Rock ‘n roll ‘n ridin’ Out along the Bay All bound for Morningtown Many miles away Train whistle blowin’ Makes a sleepy noise Underneath their blankets Go all the girls and boys Rock ‘n roll ‘n ridin’ Out along the Bay All bound for Morningtown Many miles away Rock ‘n roll ‘n ridin’ Out along the Bay All bound for Morningtown Many miles away Many miles away Many miles away

Ah sure if the news is true The shop bills the first thing i’ll pay A new pair of boots and a warm woolen Suit And a tell for Maggie - Hooray Me aul faded shirt I will throw in the dirt In a silk one won’t I look in style And the very first chance I’ll put Davey in pants When The Shipyards go back on full time Our trouble are,o’er Mrs. Woman For oul Francie next door tells me straight That the yards start up full time on Monday That’s what he tells me any rate Sure the boss has just told him this morning As he was collecting the dole That a big one is starting in Belfast And the shipyards are out of the hole Ah sure if the news is true The shop bills the first thing i’ll pay A new pair of boots and a warm woolen suit And a tell for Maggie - Hooray Me aul faded shirt I will throw in the dirt In a silk one won’t I look in style And the very first chance I’ll put Davey in pants When The Shipyards go back on full time Mrs. Campbell throw out your oul wash tub The laundry can have all our trade No more picking coal from the Gasworks We’ll buy everything ready made We’ll make this job last until Christmas And won’t we be living in style Throw another big spud in the soup pot Sure the shipyards are back on full time Ah sure if the news is true The shop bills the first thing i’ll pay A new pair of boots and a warm woolen suit And a tell for Maggie - Hooray Me aul faded shirt I will throw in the dirt In a silk one won’t I look in style And the very first chance I’ll put Davey in pants When The Shipyards go back on full time Ah sure if the news is true The shop bills the first thing i’ll pay A new pair of boots and a warm woolen Suit And a tell for Maggie - Hooray Me aul faded shirt I will throw in the dirt In a silk one won’t I look in style And the very first chance I’ll put Davey in pants When The Shipyards go back on full time

I danced on the morning when the world began I danced in the moon and the stars and the Sun I came out of Heaven and I danced on the Earth In Bethlehem I had my birth Dance, dance, wherever you may be I am the lord of the dance, said he And I lead you all wherever you may be And I lead you all in the dance, said he I danced for the scribes and the Pharisees They would not dance and they wouldn't follow me I danced for the fishermen James and John They came with me and the dance went on Dance, dance, wherever you may be I am the lord of the dance, said he And I lead you all wherever you may be And I lead you all in the dance, said he I danced on a Sabbath and I cured the lame The holy people thought it was a shame They cut me, they stripped me, and they hung me high And left me there on a cross to die Dance, dance, wherever you may be I am the lord of the dance, said he And I lead you all wherever you may be And I lead you all in the dance, said he I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black It's hard to dance with the Devil on your back They buried my body, but I'd gone I am the dance and I still go on Dance, dance, wherever you may be I am the lord of the dance, said he And I lead you all wherever you may be And I lead you all in the dance, said he Well they cut me down but I lept up high I am the light that will never, never die I live in you and you live in me... I am the lord of the dance, said he Dance, dance, wherever you may be I am the lord of the dance, said he And I lead you all wherever you may be And I lead you all in the dance, said he Dance, dance, wherever you may be I am the lord of the dance, said he And I lead you all wherever you may be And I lead you all in the dance, said he

T’was a cold and frosty morning In December And all of me money it was spent O where it went to the Lord I can’t remember So I down to the shipping office went Paddy lay back, Paddy lay back Take up your slack, take up your slack Take a turn around the capston haul away All ships station boys be handy For we’re bound for Valparaiso round the horn That day there was a great demand for sailors For the colonies for ‘Frisco and for France So I shipped aboard the limey bark the Hotspur And I got paralytic drunk on me advance Paddy lay back, Paddy lay back Take up your slack, take up your slack Take a turn around the capston haul away All ships station boys be handy For we’re bound for Valparaiso round the horn I woke up in the morning sick and sore And i knew that I was on me way again When I hear a voice knocking at me door Get up you bugger and answer to your name Paddy lay back, Paddy lay back Take up your slack, take up your slack Take a turn around the capston haul away All ships station boys be handy For we’re bound for Valparaiso round the horn O I wish that I was in the jolly Sailor Along with Irish Molly drinkin’ beer And I thought what jolly lads were sailors And with me flipper I wiped away a tear Paddy lay back, Paddy lay back Take up your slack, take up your slack Take a turn around the capston haul away All ships station boys be handy For we’re bound for Valparaiso round the horn Yes we’re bound for San Francisco 'round the horn

Up jumps Mr. Paisley the king of the “Prods” Saying don’t call me Ian, boys Just call me god! In this windy old weather, Stormy old weather Why don’t we try and all get together Up jumps Bernadette with her mini skirt on Saying pass ‘round the hat For me friend Mao Tse-Tung In this windy old weather, Stormy old weather Why don’t we try and all get together Up jumps a young Tommy from London he’s come Saying they’re all friggin mad, boys When are we are going home In this windy old weather, Stormy old weather Why don’t we try and all get together Up jumps a young rebel with no work to do Saying i’ll throw a few bombs Get me money from the “breu” In this windy old weather, Stormy old weather Why don’t we try and all get together The queen’s in the palace The pope’s down in Rome While the poor up in Belfast burn Each other’s homes In this windy old weather, Stormy old weather Why don’t we try and all get together There’s a holy war raging For years now it seems Don’t you think it is time We joined orange and green In this windy old weather, Stormy old weather Why don’t we try and all get together In this windy old weather, Stormy old weather Why don’t we try and all get together

I met my love by Woolwich Pier Beneath the big cranes standing And oh the love I felt for her Did pass all understanding Took her sailing on the river Flow sweet river flow London town was mine to give her Sweet Thames flow softly Made the Thames into a crown Flow sweet river flow Made a broach of Silver Town Sweet Thames flow softly By Hampton Yard I held her hand At Blackwall Point I faced her At the Isle of Dogs I kissed her mouth And tenderly embraced her Kissed her once again at Wopping Flow sweet river flow After that there was no stopping Sweet Thames flow softly Limehouse Reach I gave her there Flow sweet river flow As a ribbon for her hair Sweet Thames flow softly From Shadow Dock to Nine Elms Reach We cheek to cheek were dancing Her necklace made of Putney Bridge Her beauty was enhancing Heard the bells of Greenwich ringing Flow sweet river flow All the time my heart was singing Sweet Thames flow softly Gave her Hampton for to twist Flow sweet river flow Into a bangle for her wrist Sweet Thames flow softly But now alas the tide has changed My love she has gone from me And winters frost has touched my heart And put a sadness on me Rain and fog is on the river Flow sweet river flow Sun and moon and stars gone with her Sweet Thames flow softly Swift the Thames flows to the sea Flow sweet river flow Bearing ships and part of me Sweet Thames flow softly

We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Newfoundlanders Rant and we’ll roar on deck or below Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers Straight through the channel To Toslow we’ll go Well me name it is Robert they call me Bob Pittman I sailed on the ino with skipper Joe Brown I’m bound to have Polly or Biddy or Molly As soon as im able to bank the cash down We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Newfoundlanders Rant and we’ll roar on deck or below Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers straight through the channel To Toslow we’ll go I’m a son of a sea cook and a cook in a “trader” I can dance, I can sing, I can swing The main boom I can hable the jiggers and I cuts a fine figure Whenever I gets in a boats standing room We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Newfoundlanders Rant and we’ll roar on deck or below Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers straight through the channel To Toslow we’ll go If the voyage is good then next fall i will do it I wants two pounds ten for a ring and a priest A couple of dollars for clean shirt and collars And a handful of coppers to make me a feast We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Newfoundlanders Rant and we’ll roar on deck or below Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers straight through the channel To Toslow we’ll go We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Newfoundlanders Rant and we’ll roar on deck or below Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers straight through the channel To Toslow we’ll go

Step it out Mary, my fine daughter Step it out Mary if you can Step it out Mary, my fine daughter Show your legs to the country man Show your legs to the country man In the village of Kildoren Lived a maiden young and fair Her eyes they shone like diamonds She had long golden hair When the country man came riding To her daddy’s gate Mounted on a milk white stallion He came at the stroke of eight Step it out Mary, my fine daughter Step it out Mary if you can Step it out Mary, my fine daughter Show your legs to the country man Show your legs to the country man I have come to court your daughter, Mary of the golden hair I have goods and I have money I have lands beyond compare I will buy her silks and satin, And a gold ring for her hand, I will build for her a mansion She’ll have servants to command Step it out Mary, my fine daughter Step it out Mary if you can Step it out Mary, my fine daughter Show your legs to the country man Show your legs to the country man Oh Kind sir, I love a soldier I have pledged to him my hand I don’t want your land nor silver I don’t want your house nor land Mary’s daddy spoke up sharply, You will do as you are told You will marry him on Sunday And you’ll wear the ring of gold Step it out Mary, my fine daughter Step it out Mary if you can Step it out Mary, my fine daughter Show your legs to the country man Show your legs to the country man In the village if Kildoren There’s a deep stream running by They found Mary there at midnight She drowned with her soldier boy In the cottage there was music, You can hear her daddy say Step it out Mary, my fine daughter Sunday is your wedding day. Step it out Mary, my fine daughter Step it out Mary if you can Step it out Mary, my fine daughter Show your legs to the country man Show your legs to the country man Step it out Mary, my fine daughter Step it out Mary if you can Step it out Mary, my fine daughter Show your legs to the country man Show your legs to the country man

I’ve tramped over Kerry, I’ve walked to Tipperary I’ve wandered through Galway as well I’ve poached pheasant and hare In the County Kildare There’s many strange tales I could tell My kit bag has oft been my pillow The heather has oft been my bed And sooner than leave my own country I think I would rather be dead. I’m a Rambler, I'm a Rambler from Paddy’s green shore I get all my pleasure on the wild heather moors I may be a wage slave on Monday But I’ll be a freeman on Sunday I met with a maid an oul tinker by trade Her feet were as cold as the tomb But her lovely cock eye made me want to die And I loved her from April till June On the day that we should have been married I went for a ramble instead And sooner than wed that oul tinker I think I would rather be dead. I’m a Rambler, I'm a Rambler from Paddy’s green shore I get all my pleasure on the wild heather moors I may be a wage slave on Monday But I’ll be a freeman on Sunday So i’ll go walk where I will, over Mooreland and hill With my fiddle strapped under me arm I’ve known from Dungannon to the banks of the Shannon And ladies all went for me charms I have seen the white hare in the gullies And the curlew fly high over head And sooner than leave my own country I think I would rather be dead. I’m a Rambler, I'm a Rambler from Paddy’s green shore I get all my pleasure on the wild heather moors I may be a wage slave on Monday But I’ll be a freeman on Sunday I’m a Rambler, I'm a Rambler from Paddy’s green shore I get all my pleasure on the wild heather moors I may be a wage slave on Monday But I’ll be a freeman on Sunday

What wid ye do if you married a soldier? What wid I do but to follow the gun What wid ye do if he died in the ocean? What wid I do but to marry again! Da row dada de da dum diddly da dum Da row dada de da dum diddly da dum Dada diddly da dum da de da dum Da diddly da dee da diddly da dum What wid ye do if the kettle boiled over? What wid I do but to fill it again What wid ye do if the cow ate the clover What wid I do but to set it again Da row dada de da dum diddly da dum Da row dada de da dum diddly da dum Dada diddly da dum da de da dum Da diddly da dee da diddly da dum The spuds are all dug and the frost is all over Kitty lie over next to the wall Your husband’s away and now we’re in clover Kitty lie over next to the wall Da row dada de da dum diddly da dum Da row dada de da dum diddly da dum Dada diddly da dum da de da dum Da diddly da dee da diddly da dum Da row dada de da dum diddly da dum Da row dada de da dum diddly da dum Dada diddly da dum da de da dum Da diddly da dee da diddly da dum What wid ye do if you married a soldier? What wid I do but to follow the gun What wid ye do if he died in the ocean? What wid I do but to marry again! Da row dada de da dum diddly da dum Da row dada de da dum diddly da dum Dada diddly da dum da de da dum Da diddly da dee da diddly da dum Da row dada de da dum diddly da dum Da row dada de da dum diddly da dum Dada diddly da dum da de da dum Da diddly da dee da diddly da dum

Played this at my late wife funeral this January

To have lived to watch these talented musicians every week and to now be able to see them on the internet knowing two are gone.

Thank you for showing.. It's wonderful it's brilliant

Having fun on stage. Great sports.

Wonderful ❤

Just a great bar song.

Ahhh, my boys. I met them in my teens with The Unicorn. Got to see them in seattle, in okanogan, WA, without Will, live. Will always love you

He was one of the best!

This song will never get old

I read the lyrics to this tune. It sounds and reminds me a lot of jelly roll saved me.

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Good

Keely was a better singer, Gia is a freer actress and wild entertainer. Love them both and all. Some of the best pure entertainment ever; never seen an act like Louis, like before or since.

Jsem moc ráda,že mnozí z nás je viděli na živo,jsou moc fajn,řekla bych čím dál oblíbenější,palec nahoru.

Hay fechas para presentarse en México?

I have been digging for this one for years, thank you for the upload. I kept running into the version by Brendan Grace. I know the live version narrative is rushed compared to the recorded one.

Денні, якщо ти такий же крутий, як твоя музика, то... Запрошую тебе в Україну Прям зараз Зроби себе ще крутіше І допоможи нам своїм неперевершеним вокалом, він чудовий

First comment, this is the only place I can find a live version from the Irish Rovers.

Love it

ありがとう！この曲聴きたかった！

Thank you for uploading. I love how they all sing in this version, when George usually sings all of it. I love Jimmy's voice the most

Bro whens the next concert? Cuz i needa be there 😅

Great tune

My uncle shay what a great guy , true Irish man starred in many movies including titanic

Thank you so much for all your sharing about the Irish Rovers, it's so rare to find things about them on internet, and almost nothing here in Europe

Prima 😃

Please upload more of them! I adore these videos ❤

Been a fan of Irish Rovers 55 years and never heard this version. Been a fan of Bee Gees 50 years and heard their version!