******* The Wild Rover
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I've been a wild rover for many's the year
And I've spent my money for whisky and beer;
But now I'm returning with money in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.

Chorus:
    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 freqent
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me: "Nay!
Such a custom as yours I can have every day!"

Chorus.

I then took from my pocket ten soveriengs bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight;
She said: "I have whisky and wines of the best
And the words that you told me were only in jest (***)"

Chorus.

I'll go home to my parent confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon the prodigal son,
And when they caress me as oft-times (****)  before,
I never will play the wild rover no more.

Chorus.

   (*) Nay - No (old)
  (**) Ale-house - Pub, пивной дом, питейный дом.
 (***) In jest - as a joke, not seriously
(****) Oft-times - often (old)


*******Molly Malone
(In Dublins fair city)
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G                Em              Am
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
  G            E7            A7     D7
I first set my eyes on sweet Molloy Malone
    G                      Em                        D7
She wheeled a wheelbarrow, through streets broad and narrow
 G           D-       Am Em    D   G
Crying: Cockles and Mussels, Alive, Alive O

  G            Em
Chorus:  Alive, alive O
     Am        D7
Alive, alive O
   G           D-
Crying, cockles and Mussels
  Am  Em    D7 G
 Alive, alive O

She was a fishmonger, and sure twas no wonder
For so were her Father and Mother before
And they all wheeled their barrows,
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying: Cockles and Mussels, Alive, alive O

(chorus)

She died of a faver, and no one to grieve 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 O

(chorus)

****** Streets Of London (Streets of Dublin)
--------------------------------------------


DARK STREETS OF LONDON

I like to walk in the summer breeze
Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees
And drink with my friends
In the Hammersmith Broadway
Dear dirty delightful old drunken old days

Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly
The pubs and the bookies where you'd spend all your time
And the old men that were singing
When the roses bloom again
And turn like the leaves
To a new summertime

Now the winter comes down
I can't stand the chill
That comes to the streets around Christmas time
And I'm buggered to damnation
And I haven't got a penny
To wander the dark streets of London

Every time that I look on the first day of summer
Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT
And the drugged up psychos
With death in their eyes
And how all of this really
Means nothing to me

Now the winter comes down
I can't stand the chill
That comes to the streets around Christmas time
And I'm buggered to damnation
And I haven't got a penny
To wander the dark streets of London

Every time that I look on the first day of summer
Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT
And the drugged up psychos
With death in their eyes
And how all of this really
Means nothing to me

Now the winter comes down
I can't stand the chill
That comes to the streets around Christmas time
And I'm buggered to damnation
And I haven't got a penny
To wander the dark streets of London
To wander the dark streets of London
To wander the dark streets of London


****** I'M A MAN YOU DON"T MEET EVERY DAY
--------------------------------------------

[Jock Stewart]

Now, my name is Jock Stewart
I'm a canny gaun man,
And a roving young fellow, I've been.

So be easy and free
When you're drinkin wi' me.
I'm a man you don't meet every day.

I have acres of land;
I have men at command;
I have always a shilling to spare.

Now, I took out my gun,
With my dog I did shoot,
All down by the River Kildare

I'm a piper by trade
And a roving young blade
And many a tune I do play

Let us catch well the hours
And the minutes that fly
And we'll share them together this day

So, come fill up your glasses
Of brandy and wine,
And whatever the cost, I will pay.


[The Pogues' Version]

Oh my name is Jock Stewart
I'm a canny gun man
And a roving young fellow I've been
So be easy and free
when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day

I have acres of land
I have men at command
I have always a shilling to spare
So be easy and free
when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day

So come fill up your glasses
of brandy and wine
Whatever it costs I will pay
So be easy and free
when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day

Well I took out my dog
and him I did shoot
All down in the county Kildare
So be easy and free
when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day


******** Seven Drunken Nights
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Seven Drunken Nights
а
As I went home on Monday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a horse outside the door,
where my old horse should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that horse outside the door,
where my old horse should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before.

As I went home on Tuesdayа night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a coat behind the door,
where my old coat should be.
I called my wife andа I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that coat behind the door,
where my old coat should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
That's a woolen blanket that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before.

As I went home on Wednesday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a pipe upon the chair,
where my old pipe should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that pipe upon the chair
where my old pipe should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
That's a lovely tin-whistle, that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure, I never saw before.

As I came home on Thursday nigh,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw two boots beside the bed,
where my old boots should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns them boots beside the bed
where my old boots should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
They're two lovely flower pots my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but laces in flower pots I never saw before.

As I came home on Friday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a head upon the bed,
where my old head should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that head upon the bed,
where my old headа should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
That's aа baby boy, that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure, I never saw before.

As I came home on a Saturday night,
аas drunk as drunk could be
I spied two hands upon her breasts,
аwhere my old hands should be.
I called to my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
Who's hands are these upon your breasts,
where my old hands should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk,
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see
'Tis nothing but a Living Bra Jane Russell gave to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more,
but fingernails on a Living Bra, I never saw before.

Now when I came home on Sunday night,
аa little after three.
I saw a man running out the door
with his pants about his knee.
So I called to my wife and I said to her:
would you kindly tell to me,
who was that man running out the door
аwith his pants about his knee?
Oh you're drunk, you're drunk,
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see,
Twas nothing but the tax collector the Queen sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But an Englishman that could last 'till three I never saw before.
а

****

Here's an alternative, a bit naughtier version of the Sunday verse:
а

As I came home on Sunday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a .... inside my wife,
where my old .... should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:а 
Would ya kindly tell to me,
who owns that .... outside the.....,
where my old .... should be?
Ah sure, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
That's just the lovely English man that me ma she sent to me.
Well, tis' many a night I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but a English man who could could stay up past three, sure, I've never seen
before.



****THE WILD ROVER
------------------------

I've been a wild rover fo many's the year
And I've spent all me money for whiskey and beer
And now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I'll never will play the wild rover no more

Chorus
And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more
I will play the wild rover
No, never, no more

I went into a alehouse 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 like yours I can have every day"

Chorus


******* CARRICKFERGUS
__________________
Traditional
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I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrand
I would swim over the deepest ocean
Only for nights in Ballygrand

But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
And neither have I the wings to fly
I wish I had a handsome boatman
To ferry me over, my love and I

Now in Killenny it is reported
On marble stones there as black as ink
With gold and silver I would support her
But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink

'Cause I am drunk today and I'm seldom sober
A handsome rover from town to town
Ah but i'm sick now my days are numbered
Come all you young men and lay me down