Teksty - wybór piosenek z repertuaru zespołu

0. Annie Laurie
1. Auld Lang Syne
2. Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms
3. Bonny Boy
4. Carrickfergus
5. Cliffs Of Doneen
6. Crow On the Cradle
7. Danny Boy (Derry Air)
8. Dirty Old Town
9. Johny Cope
10. Lea Rig
11. Loch Lomond
12. Molly Malone
13. Nancy Whisky
14. Nodding Song
15. Raggle Taggle Gypsies
16. Scotland The Brave
17. Shearing's No For You
18. When The Saints Go Marching In
19. Whisky In The Jar
20. Wild Mountain Thyme
21. Wild Rover
22. Ye Banks And Braes



Annie Laurie

Maxwellton braes are bonnie,
Where early fa's the dew,
And 'twas there that Annie Laurie
Gave me her promise true.
Gave me her promise true,
Which ne'er forgot will be,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I lay me doon and dee.

Her brow is like the snowdrift,
Her throat is like a swan,
Her face it is the fairest
That e'er the sun shone on.
That e'er the sun shone on,
And dark blue is her ee,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I lay me doon and dee.

Like dew on th' gowan lying,
Is the fa' o' her fairy feet,
And like winds in summer sighing
Her voice is low and sweet.
Her voice is low and sweet,
And she's a' the world to me,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I lay me doon and dee.



Auld Lang Syne

We twa hae run about the braes.
An' pu'd the rowans fine.
But wandered mony (a) weary foot,
sin Auld Lang Syne.

We twa hae paidl'd in the burn
fra mornin' sun till dine.
But seas between us braid hae roared,
sin Auld Lang Syne.

And for Auld Lang Syne, My Jo!
For Auld Lang Syne
we'll tak a cup o'kindness yet,
for Auld Lang Syne!

And surely ye'll be yer pint stop
and surely ye'll be mine.
We'll tak' a cup o' kindnes yet
for Auld Lang Syne.

And there's a hand my trusty fiere,
and gie's a hand o'thine.
We'll tak' a right gudewill waught.
for Auld Lang Syne.



Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms

Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms
which I gaze on so fondly today.
Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms
like fairy gifts fad-ing away.

Thou would'st still b adored as this moment thou art,
Let the lovliness fade as it will.
And a-round the dear ruin each wish of my heart
would en twine it self ver-dent-ly still.

It is not while bea-uty and truth are thin own;
and thy cheeks unprofaned by tear.
That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known;
to which time will but make thee more dear

No the heart truly loved wouldn't ever forget;
but as tru-ly loves on to the close
As the sunflower turns on her God when he sets;
the same look which she turned when he rose.



Bonny Boy

The trees are growing high my love
And the grass is growing green
And many a cold and winter night
That I alone have been
It is a cruel and bitter night
That I must lie alone
Oh! the Bonny Boy is young
But he is growing

Oh! father, dear father
I think you did me wrong
For to go and get me married
To one that is so young
He is but sixteen years
And I am twenty-one
Oh! the bonny boy is young
And he's growing

Oh! daughter, dear daughter
I did not do you wrong
For to go and get you married
To one that is so young
He will be a match for you
When I am dead and gone
Oh! the bonny boy is young
But he is growing

Oh! father, dear father
I'll tell you what I'll do
I'll send my love to college
For another year or two
And all around his college cap
I'll bind a ribbon blue
For to let the ladies know
That he's married

A year it went by
And I passed the college wall
And saw the young collegians
A-playing at the ball
I spied him in among them
The fairest of them all
Oh! my bonny boy was young
And still growing

At the age of sixteen years
He was a married man
And at the age of seventeen
The father of a son
But at the age of eighteen
O'er his grave the grass grew green
Cruel death put an end
To his growing

I'll buy my love a shroud
Of the Holland linen brown
And whilst they are making it
The tears they will run down
It's once I had a true love
But now he's lying low
And I'll nurse his bonny boy
While he's growing



Carrickfergus

I wished I had you in Carrickfergus,
Only for nights in Ballygrand,
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
The deepest ocean to be by your side.

But the sea is wide and I can't swim over
And neither have I wings to fly.
I wish I could find me a handy boatman
To ferry me over to my love and die.

My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy days so long ago.
My boyhood friends and my own relations.
Have all passed on like the melting snow.

So I'll spend my days in endless roving,
Soft is the grass and my bed is free.
Oh to be home now in Carrickfergus,
On the long road down to the salty sea.

And in Kilkenny it is reported
On marble stone there as black as ink,
With gold and silver I did support her
But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink.

I'm drunk today and I'm rarely sober,
A handsome rover from town to town.
Oh but I am sick now and my days are numbered
Come all ye young men and lay me down.



Cliffs Of Dooneen

You may travel far, far from your own native home,
Far away o'er the mountains, far away o'er the foam,
But of all the fine places that I've ever been,
Oh, there's none can compare with the Cliffs of Dooneen.

It's a nice place to be on a fine summer's day,
Watching all the wild flowers that ne'er do decay,
Oh, the hare and the pheasant are plain to be seen,
Making homes for their young round the Cliffs of Dooneen.

Take a view o'er the mountains, fine sights you'll see there;
You'll see high, rocky mountains on the west coast of Clare,
Oh, the towns of Kilkee / and Kilrush can be seen,
From the high, rocky slopes 'round the Cliffs of Dooneen.

So fare thee well to Dooneen, fare thee well for a while,
And although we are parted by the raging sea wild,
Once again I will wander with my Irish colleague,
Round the high rocky slopes of the Cliff of Dooneen.
Cliffs of Dooneen
Cliffs of Dooneen
Cliffs of Dooneen ...



Crow On the Cradle

The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn
Now is the time for a child to be born
He'll laugh at the moon and he'll cry for the sun
And if it's a boy he will carry a gun
Sang the crow on the cradle

And if it should be that this baby's a girl
Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
And a bomber above her wherever she goes
Sang the crow on the cradle

A crow on the cradle, the black and the white
Somebody's baby is born for a fight
The crow on the cradle, the white and the black
Somebody's baby is not coming back
Sang the crow on the cradle

Your mother and father will sweat and they'll save
To build you a coffin and dig you a grave
Hush-a-bye little one, never you weep
For we've got a toy that can put you to sleep
Sang the crow on the cradle

Oh bring me my gun and I'll shoot that bird dead
That's what your mother and father once said
A crow on the cradle, what can we do?
Well this is a thing that I'll leave up to you
Sang the crow on the cradle



Danny Boy (Derry Air)

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say / an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.



Dirty Old Town

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Dirty old town
Dirty old town



Johnny Cope

Cope sent challenge frae Dunbar
Sayin "Charlie meet me an' ye daur;
An' I'll learn yeh da airt o' war,
If yeh'll meet me in da morning."

When Charlie looked da letter upon,
He drew his sword and scabbard from,
Come, follow me, my merry merry men,
We'll meet Johnnie Cope in da morning.

O Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet?
Or are yer drums a-beating yet?
If yeh were waukin' I wad wait,
Tae gang tae da coals in da morning.

Now Johnnie, be as good as yer word,
Come, let us try baith fire and sword,
And dinna flee like a frichted bird,
That's chased frae its nest i' da morning.

When Johnnie Cope he heard o' this,
He thocht it wouldna be amiss,
Tae hae a horse in readiness,
Tae flee awa in da morning.

O Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet?
Or are yer drums a-beating yet?
If yeh were waukin' I wad wait,
Tae gang tae da coals in da morning.

Fye now, Johnnie, get up an' rin,
Da Highland bagpipes mak' a din,
It's better tae sleep in a hale skin,
For it will be a bluidie morning.

When Johnnie Cope tae Dunbar cam,
They speired at him, "Where's a' yer men"
"Da de'il confound me gin I ken,
For I left them a' in da morning."

O Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet?
Or are yer drums a-beating yet?
If yeh were waukin' I wad wait,
Tae gang tae da coals in da morning.

Now Johnnie, troth yeh werena blate,
Tae come wi' news o' yer ain defeat,
And leave yer men in sic a strait,
Sae early in da morning.

In faith, quo Johnnie, I got sic flegs
Wi' their claymores an' philabegs,
Gin I face them again, de'il brak my legs,
So I wish yeh a' good morning.

O Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet?
Or are yer drums a-beating yet?
If yeh were waukin' I wad wait,
Tae gang tae da coals in da morning.



Lea Rig

When o'er the hill the eastern star
Tells bughtin time is near, my jo,
And owsen frae the furrow'd field
Return sae dowf and weary O;
Down by the burn, where birken buds
Wi' dew are hangin clear, my jo,
I'll meet thee on the lea-rig,
My ain kind Dearie O.

At midnight hour, in mirkest glen,
I'd rove, and ne'er be eerie, O,
If thro' that glen I gaed to thee,
My ain kind Dearie O;
Altho' the night were ne'er sae wild,
And I were ne'er sae weary O,
I'll meet thee on the lea-rig,
My ain kind Dearie O.

The hunter lo'es the morning sun;
To rouse the mountain deer, my jo;
At noon the fisher seeks the glen
Adown the burn to steer, my jo:
Gie me the hour o' gloamin' grey,
It maks my heart sae cheery O,
To meet thee on the lea-rig,
My ain kind Dearie O.



Loch Lomond

By yon bonnie banks, / and by yon bonnie braes
Where da sun shines bright / on Loch Lomond
There me and my love / spent mony happy days
On da bonnie, bonnie banks / o' Loch Lomond.

Oh, ye'll tak' da high road, / and I'll tak' da low road
And I'll be in Scotland / before ye
But trouble it is there, / and mony hearts are sair
On da bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.

'Twas there that wi parted / in yon bonnie glen
On da steep, steep side / o' Ben Lomond
Where in purple hue / da Highland hills wi view
And da moon gliints out / in da gloamin'.

There da wild flowers spring
/ and da wee birdies sing
And in sunshine / waters are sleepin'
But da broken heart / it kens nae second spring
Though resigned wi may be while wi're greetin'.



Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city
Where girls are so pretty
Twas there that I first met
Sweet Molly Malone

As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh

Now she was a fishmonger
And sure twas no wonder
For so were her mother
And father before

And they each wheeled their barrows
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh

She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end
Of sweet Molly Malone

Now her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets Broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh



Nancy Whisky

As I walked into Glasgow City
Just to see what I might spy
Who should I see but Nancy Whisky
A little twinkle in her eye.

I bought her, I drank her, I had myself another
Ran out of money so I did steal
She ran me ragged, Nancy Whisky
For seven years a rolling wheel.

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

The more I held her, the more I loved her
Nancy had her spell on me
All I knew was lovely Nancy
The things I needed I couldnae see.

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

As I arose to slake my thirst
As I tried crawling from my bed
I couldnae walk, no I couldnae even stagger
Cos Nancy she held me by the legs.

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

Come on landlady and tell me what's the owing
Tell me what there is to pay
Fifteen shillings, she told me that's the reck'ning
Now pay me quickly and get on your way.

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O



Nodding Song

We're a' noddin,
Nid nid noddin,
We're a' noddin,
At our house at hame!

'Guid e'en to you, kimmer,
And how do ye do?'
'Hiccup!' quo' kimmer,
'The better that I'm fou'!

Kate sits i' the neuk,
Suppin hen-broo.
Deil tak Kate
An she be na noddin too!

'How's a' wi' you, kimmer?
And how do you fare?'
' A pint o' the best o't,
And twa pints mair!'

'How's a' wi' you, kimmer?
And how do you thrive?
How monie bairns hae ye?'
Quo' kimmer, ' I hae five.'

'Are they a' Johnie's?'
'Eh! atweel na:
Twa o' them were gotten
When Johnie was awa!'

Cats like milk,
And dogs like broo;
Lads like lasses weel,
And lasses lads too.



Raggle Taggle Gypsies

Three gypsies come to our hall door,
And down stairs ran this a-lady, O.
One sang high and another sang low
And the other sang bonny Biscay O
Then she pulled off her silk finished gown,
And put on hose of leather, O
The ragged ragged rags about our door
And she's gone with the Raggle, taggle gypsies O

It was late last night when my lord came home,
Inquiring for his a-lady O
The servants said on every hand
She's gone with the raggle-taggle gypsies, O
O saddle to me my milk-white steed
And go and fetch me my pony, O
That I may ride and seek my bride,
Who's gone with the raggle-taggle gypsies O

O he rode high, and he rode low
He rode through wood and copses too,
Until he came to a wide open field,
And there he espied his a-lady O
What makes you leave you house and land?
What makes you leave you money, O?
What makes you leave you new-wedded lord,
To follow the raggle-taggle gypsies, O.

What care I for my house and land?
What care I for my money,O?
What care I for my new-wedded Lass,
I'm off with the raggle-taggle gypsies, O!



Scotland The Brave

Hark when the night is falling, hear! hear the pipes are calling.
Loudly and proudly calling, down through the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping, now feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.

Towerning in gallant fame, Scotlands my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards gloriously wave.
Land o'my high edeavor, land o'the shining river,
Land o'my heart forever, Scotland the brave.

High in the misty Highlands, out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you, staunch are the friends that greet you,
Kind as the love that shines from fair maiden's eyes.

Far off in sunlit places, sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the kiss of sweet Scottish rain.
Where tropic skies are beaming, love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.



Shearing's No For You

It was in the month of May, my bonny lassie o,
It was in the month of May, my bonny lassie o,
It was in the month of May
When the flowers they were gay,
And the lambs did sport and play, my bonny lassie o.

Don't you mind on yonder hill, my bonny laddie o,
Don't you mind on yonder hill, my bonny laddie o,
Don't you mind on yonder hill
When you swore you would me kill
If you did not get your will, my bonny laddie o.

O the shearing's not for you, my bonny lassie o,
O the shearing's not for you, my bonny lassie o,
The shearing's not for you
For your back it winna bow,
And your belly's rolling fu', my bonny lassie o.

Don't you mind the banks of Ayr, my bonny laddie o,
Don't you mind the banks of Ayr, my bonny laddie o,
Don't you mind the banks of Ayr
When you drew me in your snare,
And you left me in despair, my bonny laddie o.

Now the pipes do sweetly play, my bonny lass(dd)ie o,
The pipes do sweetly play, my bonny ladd(ss)ie o,
The pipes do sweetly play
And the soldiers march away,
And it's here I will not stay, my bonny lass(dd)ie o.



When The Saints Go Marching In

We're traveling in the footsteps
Of those who've goone before
But if we stand reunited
Then a new world is in the store

Oh when the saints go marching in
When all the saints go marching in
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When all the saints go marching in

When the sun begins to shine
When the sun begins to shine
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When all the saints go marching in

When the moon turns red with blood
When the moon turns red with blood
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When all the saints go marching in

When stars will sing hallelujah!
When stars will sing hallelujah!
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When all the saints go marching in

Oh when the pipes will sound the call
Oh when the pipes will sound the call
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When all the saints go marching in



Whisky In The Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I came on Captain Farrell, and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said "Stand and deliver, or the devil he may take ya

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money, yeah, and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me, no, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy

Now being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels

Now some men like a fishin', and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like to hear, the cannonball a-roarin'
But me, I like sleepin', especially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah



Wild Mountain Thyme

O the summertime is coming
and the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
grows around the purple heather.

Will you go, lassie, go?

And we'll all go together
to pluck wild mountain thyme,
all around the blooming heather
Will you go, lassie, go?

I will build my love a bower
by yon pure crystal fountain.
And on it I will pile
all the flowers of the mountain.

Will you go, lassie, go?

If my true love she were gone
I will surely find another.
Where the wild mountain thyme
grows around the purple heather.

Will you go, lassie, go?

I will build my love a shelter
on yon high mountain green.
And my love shall be the fairest
that the summer sun has seen.

Will you go, lassie, go?



Wild Rover

I've been a Wild Rover for many a year
and I spent all my money on whiskey and beer.
And now I'm returning with gold in great store
and I never will 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 to an ale-house I used to frequent
and I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me Nay!
Such a custom as yours I could have any day.

I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
and the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said I have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that I told you were only in jest.

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
and I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And when they've caressed me as oft times before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.



Ye Banks And Braes

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chaunt, ye little birds
And I sae weary full o' care?
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird
That wantons thro' the flow'ry thorn
Ye mind o' departed joys
Departed never to return.

Oft hae I roved by bonnie Doon
To see the rose and woodbine twine
And ilka bird sang o' its love
And fondly sae did I o' mine
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
Full sweet upon its thorny tree
And my fause lover stole my rose
But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.