INTRO

"Remember,
it’s never too early to buy the band a drink!"
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YE JACOBITES
(Trad. arr.
T. Readman)

CHORUS
Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear, lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name your faults I do proclaim,
Your doctrines I must blame you shall hear, you shall hear,
Your doctrines I must blame you shall hear.
1. What is right
and what is wrong, by the law, by the law,
What is right and what is wrong, by the law,
What is right and what is wrong, a weak arm or a strong,
A short straw or a long for to draw, for to draw,
A short straw or a long for to draw
CHORUS
Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear, lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name your faults I do proclaim,
Your doctrines I must blame you shall hear, you shall hear,
Your doctrines I must blame you shall hear
2. What makes
heroic strife famed afar, famed afar,
What makes heroic strife famed afar,
What makes heroic strife to whet the assassin’s knife
And lose a long child’s life in bloody war, bloody war,
And lose a long child’s life in bloody war.
CHORUS
Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear, lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name your faults I do proclaim,
Your doctrines I must blame you shall hear, you shall hear,
Your doctrines I must blame you shall hear
3. Then leave
your schemes alone in the state, in the state,
Then leave your schemes alone in the state,
Then leave your schemes alone enjoy the rising sun,
And leave the man undone to his fate, to his fate,
And leave the man undone to his fate
CHORUS
Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear, lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name your faults I do proclaim,
Your doctrines I must blame you shall hear, you shall hear,
Your doctrines I must blame you shall hear
CHORUS
Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear, lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name your faults I do proclaim,
Your doctrines I must blame you shall hear, you shall hear,
Your doctrines I must blame you shall hear
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THE COAL QUAY
MARKET SONG

(Trad. arr.
A. Russell)

1. When I went
down to the Coal Quay Port to buy an old chemise
The first thing I picked up in me hand I found it full of fleas
How much do you want for that old thing, Eighteen pence says she
Eighteen pence for that old thing, do you think I am a fool-oh
CHORUS
Kitty pallalla pallalla pallie, kitty pallalla pallie-do
Kitty pallalla pallalla pallie, me whack follol le nai-do
2. So I took it
home and I washed it out, hung it up to dry
How much did you pay for that old thing, Eighteen pence says I
Eighteen pence for that old thing, do you think I am fool
Take it out of the house you dirty old louse, or I’ll wallop
you with a stool-oh
CHORUS
Kitty pallalla pallalla pallie, kitty pallalla pallie-do
Kitty pallalla pallalla pallie, me whack follol le nai-do
3.So I went back
to the Coal Quay Port, says Ma’am would you be so kind
To take back the old chemise that hangs so long behind
The woman she gave a look at me and her lips began to squeeze
And all around the Coal Quay sure, she walloped me with the chemise-oh
CHORUS
Kitty pallalla pallalla pallie, kitty pallalla pallie-do
Kitty pallalla pallalla pallie, me whack follol le nai-do
4. So come all
ye pretty females, if ya want to buy new clothes
Never buy a chemise that ‘ll hang down to your toes
Never let your man interfere with your starch and blue
And if you’re gonna buy a chemise, be sure ya buy one new
CHORUS
Kitty pallalla pallalla pallie, kitty pallalla pallie-do
Kitty pallalla pallalla pallie, me whack follol le nai-do
Kitty pallalla pallalla pallie, kitty pallalla pallie-do
Kitty pallalla pallalla pallie, me whack follol le nai-do
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THE SHORTS
ALL YEAR ROUND BOYS

(T. Readman)

1. I’ve sung
you the song of the T-Shirt in winter boys
How you see them coming and you hear their noise,
But they cannot hear you they’re too far away,
So let’s sing of something we see every day
CHORUS
The shorts all year round boys they are so cool,
If you wear shorts in winter you look like a fool,
But a fool at least has the sense to know that he’s daft,
When I first saw shorts all year round boys how I laughed.
2. You see Vancouver
town is a real laid back place,
You don’t need to worry you can keep up with the pace
But the shorts all year round boys they irritate and rankle
because they are naked from their thigh to their ankle
3. I wonder if
they realise how daft they look
Do they have any insight to the liberty they took,
When they decided to wear the shorts all year round,
But it’s obviously catching because they abound
CHORUS
The shorts all year round boys they are so cool,
If you wear shorts in winter you look like a fool,
But a fool at least has the sense to know that he’s daft,
When I first saw shorts all year round boys how I laughed.
4. Well the cut
of their shorts is an insult to fashion,
And the sight of their legs is guaranteed to kill passion,
I beg and I pray and I ask you all please,
Don’t inflict on me the sight of your knees
5. ‘Cos whether
translucent or quite deeply tanned,
I’ve got something to say to every man,
Wear shorts when you’re playing a sport or a game,
Then cover them up, Because it’s a shame,
6. To see another
parade of ugly legs,
When it comes right down to it, you are the dregs,
Of fashion and style and you’ll never advance,
Till you have the decency to buy some long pants
CHORUS
The shorts all year round boys they are so cool,
If you wear shorts in winter you look like a fool,
But a fool at least has the sense to know that he’s daft,
When I first saw shorts all year round boys how I laughed.
CHORUS
The shorts all year round boys they are so cool,
If you wear shorts in winter you look like a fool,
But a fool at least has the sense to know that he’s daft,
When I first saw shorts all year round boys how I laughed
When I first saw shorts all year round boys oh how I laughed.
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THE WIDOW

(Mick Ryan
arr. T. Readman/A. Russell) c&p PRS/MCPS

1 High upon a lonely moor a widow lived alone
An inn she kept and as she slept the pillow, the pillow heard her
moan
Oh many is the traveller who’s spent the night with me
But there’s not a man in all creation who’s contenting me
2. Well some can
manage once or twice, and some may three or four
But it seems to me a rarity is the man who can do more
I’ll do anything to find him, in Heaven or in Hell
And as these words were spoken then she heard the front doorbell
CHORUS
The wind blew cold and lonely across the widow’s moor
She never ever turned away a traveller from the door
3. Boldly then
the widow ran, the door she opened wide
And as she did a tall and handsome stranger stepped inside
She gave him bread and brandy and when that he was fed
He said my dear now have no fear it’s time to come to bed
4. For I heard
your call way down in me hall, and I’ve come to see ya right
But you must go to hell with me if I can last the night
She said you Randy Devil to this bargain I’ll agree
For hell on earth or hell in hell, it’s all the same to me
CHORUS
The wind blew cold and lonely across the widow’s moor
She never ever turned away a traveller from the door
5. When they both
fell into bed the Devil was working well
He thought before the night as through, she’d be in his hell
But when they came to number nine, the widow cried out, more!
And when the twelfth time came around, again she cried for more
6. At twenty-five
the Devil felt compelled to take a rest
The widow she said- Come raise your head now, put me to the test
At sixty-nine the widow laughed Again again she cried
The Devil said, well I can see just how your husband died
CHORUS
The wind blew cold and lonely across the widow’s moor
She never ever turned away a traveller from the door
7. At ninety-nine
the Devil he began to cry and weep
He said I’ll give you anything if you’ll let me go to sleep
Before the morning light was up the Devil hobbled home
The widow still not satisfied once more was left alone
8. Well there
she lay and grumbled as she thought of ninety-nine
If only that old Devil, could have made it one more time
I’ll call him up again tonight to see what can be done
With a bit more application, he could have made the ton

9. When she called
to him that night , the Devil did appear
For the first time in eternity, the Devil he shook with fear
He said of all the torment I witnessed down in hell
I never knew what pain was, ‘til I rang your front doorbell
CHORUS
The wind blew cold and lonely across the widow’s moor
She never ever turned away a traveller from the door
CHORUS (acapella)
The wind blew cold and lonely across the widow’s moor
She never ever turned away a traveller from the door
Never ever turned away a traveller from the door
Never ever turned away a traveller from the door
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BARRACK STREET

(Trad. arr.
T. Readman)

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK
1. Well sailor
boys come lend an ear come listen to my song,
About a game life played on me and I won’t detain you long,
I come from sea the other day and a girl I chance to meet ,
She invited me to accompany her to a dance in Barrack Street.
2. Well I said
my fine young maid I cannot dance so well,
Besides I am for Windsor bound where all my friends do dwell
I’ve been to sea the past two years and I saved up thirty pounds,
My friends will be expecting me tonight in Windsor town.
3. Well if you
cannot dance she said well you will stand a treat,
Have a glass or two of Brandy and then something good to eat,
At six o’clock this evening I’ll meet you off the train,
Don’t forget to give a call when you come to town again,
Don’t forget to give a call when you come to town again.
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK
4. At eight o’clock
that evening the drinking did begin,
And when we all had drank our fill the dancing did begin,
My love and me danced round the room to a merry tune, She said "Why
don’t you come with me to a chamber all alone?"
5. Well dancing
being over then to bed we did repair,
But there I did fall fast asleep the truth I do declare,
My lover with my thirty pounds, gold watch and chain has fled,
And left me here poor Jack alone, stark naked in bed.
6. Well I looked
all around me and there’s nothing I could spy,
But a women’s skirt and apron all on the bed did lie,
I rubbed my hands I pulled my hair, said ,"Oh what should I do,"
Fare thee well sweet Windsor town, I’m sure I’ll never see
you,
Fare thee well sweet Windsor town, I’m sure I’ll never see
you.
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK
7. Well everything
being silent and the hour but twelve o’clock,
I put on my skirt and apron and I steered for Cronan’s dock’
The captain said, "Why jack I thought you were for Windsor bound,
And you might have got a better suit than that for thirty pounds."
8. Well I might
have got a better suit if I had had the chance,
I met a girl in Barrack Street and she took me to the dance,
I danced my own destruction, I got stripped from head to feet,
I swear that I will never go back to Barrack Street.
9. So all of you
young sailor boys a warning take from me, Be careful of your company
when you go out on a spree,
And keep away from Barrack Street or else you’ll be me,
In a woman’s skirt and apron they will rig you out for sea,
In a woman’s skirt and apron they will rig you out for sea.
And I might have got a better suit than that for thirty pounds,
I might have got a better suit than that for thirty pounds,
I might have got a better suit than that for thirty pounds,
I might have got a better suit than that for thirty pounds.
INSTRUMENTAL OUTRO.


AINT NO SWEET
MAN WORTH THE SALT OF MY TEARS

(Fred Fisher)
c Sony/ATV Tunes LLC 1965

A. Shakin’ like
a leaf on a tree that’s coming loose from its stem
Just shakin’ like a leaf on a tree, because I’m comin’
loose from my man
I’m like a weepin’ willow, weepin’ on my pillow-it’s been
for years
There ain’t no sweet man that’s worth the salt of my tears
Down and down he dragged me, like a pain he nagged me- for years and
years
There ain’t no sweet man that’s worth the salt of my tears
B. Although I
may be low still I know, I must tell him goodbye
Rather than have that man see me lay down and die
So broken hearted sisters, aggravating misters-lend me your ears
There ain’t no sweet man that’s worth the salt of my tears
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK
B. Although I
may be low still I know, I must tell him goodbye
Rather than have that man see me lay down and die
So broken hearted sisters, aggravating misters-lend me your ears
There ain’t no sweet man that’s worth the salt of my tears

A. Shakin’ like a leaf on a tree that’s comin’ loose from its
stem
Just shakin’ like a leaf on a tree, because I’m comin’
loose from my man
I’m like a weepin’ willow, weepin’ on my pillow-it’s been
for years
There ain’t no sweet man that’s worth the salt of my tears
Down and down he dragged me, like a pain he nagged me- for years and
years
There ain’t no sweet man that’s worth the salt of my tears
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HOME TRUTHS

(T. Readman/Martin
Kavanagh)

1. From distant lands and far away places
They sing of the Tyne and the Blaydon Races
Of Shipyards and coal mines and Newcastle Brown
And Friday nights getting wrecked down the town
With heads full of memories and tears in their eyes
They regret they decided to sever their ties
2. From childhood
years spent twixt Tyne and Tees
They remember fresh stotties and hot pies and peas
Panackalty, paste eggs and bowls of hot broth
And leek puddin’ treats wrapped up in a cloth,
They miss New Years Eve falling out of the pub
‘Cos it’s not quite the same in a Vancouver club
CHORUS
And it’s never simple and it’s never pure,
Home truths are hard truths of that I am sure,
And it’s never easy to forget your youth,
so you swallow hard and face up to home truths.
3. This rose tinted
spectacle view of the past,
is matched by communities vanishing fast,
No spirit to fight the decline and decay
Life on the breadline, dole or low pay,
The poor are forgotten and blamed for our ills,
And blot out their future with tablets and pills.
4. Mr. Black,
Sally Wheatley long since are wed,
And poor Cushy Butterfield many years dead,
And dear Alan Hull, the master of rhyme,
Will no longer sing of the Fog on the Tyne,
The pubs do not echo with patter and crack,
But strobe lights and techno and other such tack.
CHORUS
And it’s never simple and it’s never pure,
Home truths are hard truths of that I am sure,
And it’s never easy to forget your youth,
so you swallow hard and face up to home truths.
5. We’ve
Nissan, Fujitsu, the future’s arrived,
But sometimes we wonder how we can survive,
How can you look forward when you’ve lost so much?
How can I keep up when I’m so out of touch?
So come see it all and observe with your eyes,
Have I told you the truth or is it all lies?
CHORUS
And it’s never simple and it’s never pure,
Home truths are hard truths of that I am sure,
And it’s never easy to forget your youth,
so you swallow hard and face up to home truths.
And it’s never easy when you’ve gone away,
Sometimes you wish you’d decided to stay,
And you have to face it, it’s all in the past,
The hard truth, the home truth is nothing can last.
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THE BLAYDON
RACES

(Geordie Ridley
arr. T. Readman)

1.Well we went
to Blaydon Races, it was on the 9th of June,
Eighteen Hundred and sixty-two on a summer’s afternoon,
We took the bus from Balmbra’s and she was heavy laden,
Away we went along Colingwood Street, that’s on the road to Blaydon.
CHORUS
Oh me lads, yer shoulda seen us gannin,
Passin’ the folks along the road, just as they were standin’,
All the lads and lasses there, and all wi’ smilin’ faces,
Gannin along the Scotswood Road to see the Blaydon Races.
2. Well we flew
past Armstrong’s Factory and on to the Robin Adair,
And when we got to the Railway Bridge the bus wheel flew off there,
The lasses lost their crinolines and the veils that hide their faces,
Got two black eyes and a broken nose gannin t’the Blaydon Races.
CHORUS
Oh me lads, yer shoulda seen us gannin,
Passin’ the folks along the road, just as they were standin’,
All the lads and lasses there, and all wi’ smilin’ faces,
Gannin along the Scotswood Road to see the Blaydon Races.
3. Aye and when
we got the wheel put on away we went again,
And them that had their noses broke they went back ower hyem,
Some went to the dispensary and others to Dr. Gibbs,
And some went to the infirmary to mend their broken ribs.
CHORUS
Oh me lads, yer shoulda seen us gannin,
Passin’ the folks along the road, just as they were standin’,
All the lads and lasses there, and all wi’ smilin’ faces,
Gannin along the Scotswood Road to see the Blaydon Races.
4. And when we
got to the Paradise pub then bonny games began,
There was fower and twenty on the bus man how we danced and sung,
They called on me to sing a song, I sang them Paddy Fagan,
I danced a jig and I shook me twig the day we went to Blaydon.
CHORUS
Oh me lads, yer shoulda seen us gannin,
Passin’ the folks along the road, just as they were standin’,
All the lads and lasses there, and all wi’ smilin’ faces,
Gannin along the Scotswood Road to see the Blaydon Races.
5. We flew across
the Chain Bridge right into Blaydon Town,
The bellman he was callin’ there they called him Jackie Brown,
I saw him talking to some cheps and them he was persuading,
To gan and see Geordie Ridley at the Mechanics Hall at Blaydon.
CHORUS
Oh me lads, yer shoulda seen us gannin,
Passin’ the folks along the road, just as they were standin’,
All the lads and lasses there, and all wi’ smilin’ faces,
Gannin along the Scotswood Road to see the Blaydon Races.
6. Well the rain
it poured all day and night and it made the ground quite muddy,
Coffee Johnny had a white hat on, he was shouting’, "He stole
the cuddy?",
There was spice stalls and monkey stalls and old women selling ciders,
And a chap with a ha’penny roundabout sayin’, "Now me lads
for riders".
CHORUS
Oh me lads, yer shoulda seen us gannin,
Passin’ the folks along the road, just as they were standin’,
All the lads and lasses there, and all wi’ smilin’ faces,
Gannin along the Scotswood Road to see the Blaydon Races.
Oh me lads, yer shoulda seen us gannin,
Passin’ the folks along the road, just as they were standin’,
All the lads and lasses there, and all wi’ smilin’ faces,
Gannin along the Scotswood Road to see the Blaydon Races.
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THE SEAHAM
SONG

(T. Readman/Naomi
Readman)

INSTRUMENTAL
1. There’s
a shopping place in Seaham,
"Down the Harbour" is what we say,
Where all the locals congregate, every single day,
Young lasses pushing buggies,
None of them ower sixteen,
And everybody greeting everyone else,
"Now Geordie, how’ve yer been".
2. This woman
told the story,
In the shop that sells the ket,
About her crazy brother who would run at you, whenever he got upset,
"Whenever we had visitors,
It was too much to bear,
So me mother locked him in the cupboard,
Underneath the stairs."
CHORUS It’s
true, You know it’s true, we saw it me and him,
We heard them say it , saw them all, while doing our shopping.
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK
3. "Can yer
give us a carrier bag now pet,"
"Are yer sure ‘cos they’re 5p.,
People here don’t buy them much, ‘cos times are hard you
see,"
We walked past Valente’s cafe,
And peered in at the dingy place,
And all the people were smokin’ tabs,
And staring into space.
4. My brother
fell in love in the butchers,
Says "Give us half a pound,
I don’t mind if yer finger’s sampled it,
It’s the best pease puddin’ in town,
I can’t see yer ham but if yer’ve got any,
I want some of that too,"
Then they carried it out from the back of the shop,
Like it was the crown jewels.
CHORUS It’s
true, You know it’s true, we saw it me and him,
We heard them say it , saw them all, while doing our shopping.
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK
5. It’s time
for some refreshment,
Lets try the "Harbour View",
"What’s in the Seaham pie," we asked,
She says, "well, ham…and seafood too,"
"Well can we have some coffee,"
"Well there’s different kinds you know,"
We looked at the menu, laughed and said,
"A CUPPOCHINO!"
6. There’s
no jobs left in Seaham,
Unemployment is the norm,
Kwik-Save and Job-Lot’s where you shop,
Money’s tight but they ride the storm,
There’s always a joke and a bit of crack,
A "Haway man" and a "Why aye",
A meat slice and a nice pork dip,
A stotty cake or a Murley’s pie.
CHORUS It’s
true, You know it’s true,
We saw it me and him,
We heard them say it, saw them all,
While doing our shopping.
CHORUS It’s
true, You know it’s true, We saw it me and him,
We heard them say it , saw them all, While doing our shopping.
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK
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SOCIABLE
(T. Readmanl)

"Sociable!"
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MARY MAC

(Trad arr.
T. Readman/A. Russell)

CHORUS
Mary Mac’s mother’s making Mary Mac marry me
My mother’s making me marry Mary Mac
I’m gonna marry Mary so my Mary can take care of me
We’ll all be makin’ merry when I marry Mary Mac
1. There’s
a nice wee lass an’ her name is Mary Mac
Make no mistake she’s the girl I’m gonna take
A lot of other fellas like to get up on her track
But I’m thinkin’ that they’d have to get up early
CHORUS
Mary Mac’s mother’s making Mary Mac marry me
My mother’s making me marry Mary Mac
I’m gonna marry Mary so my Mary can take care of me
We’ll all be makin’ merry when I marry Mary Mac
2. This wee lass
she’s got as lot of cash
She’s got a lot of brass, and her father thinks I’m gas

I’d be a silly ass to let the matter pass
Her father thinks she suits me very fairly
CHORUS
Mary Mac’s mother’s making Mary Mac marry me
My mother’s making me marry Mary Mac
I’m gonna marry Mary so my Mary can take care of me
We’ll all be makin’ merry when I marry Mary Mac
(Fanna diddle doodle diddle, fanna diddle-oo-de-lay)
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK
CHORUS
Mary Mac’s mother’s making Mary Mac marry me
My mother’s making me marry Mary Mac
I’m gonna marry Mary so my Mary can take care of me
We’ll all be makin’ merry when I marry Mary Mac
3. Now Mary and
he mother gang an awful lot together
In fact you hardly ever see the one without the other
And all the fellas wonder is it Mary or her mother
Or the both of them together that I’m courtin’
CHORUS
Mary Mac’s mother’s making Mary Mac marry me
My mother’s making me marry Mary Mac
I’m gonna marry Mary so my Mary can take care of me
We’ll all be makin’ merry when I marry Mary Mac
4. The wedding
day’s on Wednesday, everything’s arranged
Her name will soon be changed to mine, unless her mind be changed
I’m makin’ the arrangements and I’m just about deranged
Marriage is an awful undertaking!
CHORUS (acapella)
Mary Mac’s mother’s making Mary Mac marry me
My mother’s making me marry Mary Mac
I’m gonna marry Mary so my Mary can take care of me
We’ll all be makin’ merry when I marry Mary Mac
CHORUS
Mary Mac’s mother’s making Mary Mac marry me
My mother’s making me marry Mary Mac
I’m gonna marry Mary so my Mary can take care of me
We’ll all be makin’ merry
Say we’ll all be makin’ merry
Yeah we’ll all be makin’ merry, when I marry Mary Mac


THE HEART I
SENT TO YOU

(T. Readman)
INTRO
1. I’m sick and tired of loneliness, I’ll post my heart
to your address,
I hope that when you open it, you’ll always take good care of
it,
Always take good care of it, always take good care of it,
Always take good care of it, the heart I sent to you.
2. I’m feeling
like I’m all alone, so I walk upon the beach,
The beauty screams but life is tough, my lonely dreams are not enough,
Lonely dreams are not enough, lonely dreams are not enough,
Lonely dreams are not enough, for the heart I sent to you.
Et toi.
ACCORDION SOLO
3. Well sometimes
beauty’s not enough, it gets too smooth I want it rough,
Being here and now and then we get confused, and then we wonder when,
Wonder when we’ll feel at home, wonder when we’ll feel at
home,
Wonder when we’ll feel at home, with the heart I sent to you.
4. I’m sick
and tired of loneliness, I’ll post my heart to your address,
I hope that when you open it, You’ll always take good care of
it,
Always take good care of it, always take good care of it,
Always take good care of it, the heart I sent to you,
Always take good care of it, always take good care of it,
Always take good care of it, the heart I sent to you. Et toi.
ACCORDION SOLO
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NEW YORK GIRLS
(Trad. arr.
T. Readman)

1. As I walked
down the Broadway one evening in July,
I met a maid who asked my trade and a sailor boy says I.
CHORUS
And away you Santee, my dear Annie,
Oh you New York girls, can’t you dance the Polka.
2. To Tiffany’s
I took her, I did not mind expense,
I bought her two gold earrings, they cost me fifty cents.
CHORUS
And away you Santee, my dear Annie,
Oh you New York girls, can’t you dance the Polka.
3. Said she you
lime juice sailor, now take me home you say,
But when we reached her cottage door, this she to me did say.
CHORUS
And away you Santee, my dear Annie,
Oh you New York girls, can’t you dance the Polka.
4. My flash man
he’s a sailor, with his hair cut short behind,
He wears a pair of long sea boots and he sails in the Blackball line.
CHORUS
And away you Santee, my dear Annie,
Oh you New York girls, can’t you dance the Polka.
5. He’s coming
home this evening and with me he will stay,
So get a move on sailor boy, get cracking right away.
CHORUS
And away you Santee, my dear Annie,
Oh you New York girls, can’t you dance the Polka.
6. So I kissed
her hard and proper, and to the dock did steer,
I’m never going out with girls, you’re better off drinking
beer.
CHORUS
And away you Santee, my dear Annie,
Oh you New York girls, can’t you dance the Polka.
7. I joined a
Geordie beer boat and I sailed away next morn,
I’m never coming back again, I’m better off off Cape Horn.
CHORUS
And away you Santee, my dear Annie,
Oh you New York girls, can’t you dance the Polka.
8. As I walked
down the Broadway one evening in July,
I met a maid who asked my trade and a sailor boy says I.
CHORUS
And away you Santee, my dear Annie,
Oh you New York girls, can’t you dance the Polka.
And away you Santee, my dear Annie,
Oh you New York girls, can’t you dance the Polka.
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WHIP JAMBOREE
(Trad. arr./additional
lyrics T. Readman)

CHORUS
Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree, With your pig tail sailor hangin’ down
behind
Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree, Oh Jenny get your oat cakes done
1. And now me
lads be of good cheer, the Irish coast is drawing near ,
And we will soon be drinking beer, Jenny get your oat cakes done.
CHORUS
Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree, With your pig tail sailor hangin’ down
behind
Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree, Oh Jenny get your oat cakes done
2. And now the
time has come at last, you’re tied down to the mizen mast,
And you hope this day will be your last, When Jenny gets her oat cakes
done.
CHORUS
Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree, With your pig tail sailor hangin’ down
behind
Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree, Oh Jenny get your oat cakes done
FIDDLE SOLO
3. And now the
day is almost done, you’re tired of drinking Navy Rum,
And you hope the day will soon be come, When Jenny gets her oat cakes
done.
CHORUS
Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree, With your pig tail sailor hangin’ down
behind
Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree, Oh Jenny get your oat cakes done
4. And now the
time is almost here, you’re tired of drinking American Beer,
And the Irish coast is drawing near, Jenny get your oat cakes done.
CHORUS
Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree, With your pig tail sailor hangin’ down
behind
Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree, Oh Jenny get your oat cakes done
FIDDLE SOLO/BASS
SOLO/SHOTS
5. And now I’m
almost done me time, sailing on the ocean brine,
And one day soon I’m gonna stand in line, till Jenny gets her
oat cakes done.
Chorus
Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree, With your pig tail sailor hangin’ down
behind
Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree, Oh Jenny get your oat cakes done
Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree, With your pig tail sailor hangin’ down
behind
Whip Jamboree, Whip Jamboree, Oh Jenny get your oat cakes done
Oh Jenny get your oat cakes done
Oh Jenny get your oat cakes done
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BARRETT’S
PRIVATEERS

(Stan Rogers
arr. A. Russell)

1. Oh the year
was seventeen seventy-eight
I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
A letter of marque came from the King
To the scummiest vessel I’d ever seen
CHORUS
God damn them all
I was told we’d cruise the seas
For American gold we’d fire no guns, shed no tears
I’m a broken man on a Halifax peer, the last of Barrett’s
Privateers
2. Oh Elcid Barrett
cried the Town
I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
For twenty brave men all fishermen who
Would make for him the Antelope’s crew
CHORUS
God damn them all
I was told we’d cruise the seas
For American gold we’d fire no guns, shed no tears
I’m a broken man on a Halifax peer, the last of Barrett’s
Privateers
3. The Antelope
Sloop was a sickening sight
I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She’d a list to the port and her sail in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags
CHORUS
God damn them all
I was told we’d cruise the seas
For American gold we’d fire no guns, shed no tears
I’m a broken man on a Halifax peer, the last of Barrett’s
Privateers
4. On the King’s
birthday we put to sea
I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
We were ninety-one days to Montego Bay
Pumpin’ like madmen all the way
CHORUS
God damn them all
I was told we’d cruise the seas
For American gold we’d fire no guns, shed no tears
I’m a broken man on a Halifax peer, the last of Barrett’s
Privateers
5. On the ninety-sixth
day we sailed again
I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight
CHORUS
God damn them all
I was told we’d cruise the seas
For American gold we’d fire no guns, shed no tears
I’m a broken man on a Halifax peer, the last of Barrett’s
Privateers
6. That Yankee
lay low down with gold
I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She was broad and fat and loose in stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days
CHORUS
God damn them all
I was told we’d cruise the seas
For American gold we’d fire no guns, shed no tears
I’m a broken man on a Halifax peer, the last of Barrett’s
Privateers
7. At length we
stood two cables away
I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din
But with one fat ball Yank stove us in
CHORUS
God damn them all
I was told we’d cruise the seas
For American gold we’d fire no guns, shed no tears
I’m a broken man on a Halifax peer, the last of Barrett’s
Privateers
8. The Antelope
shook and pitched on her side
I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the main truck carried off both me legs

CHORUS
God damn them all
I was told we’d cruise the seas
For American gold we’d fire no guns, shed no tears
I’m a broken man on a Halifax peer, the last of Barrett’s
Privateers
9. So here I lay
in my twenty-third year
I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
It’s been six years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
CHORUS
God damn them all
I was told we’d cruise the seas
For American gold we’d fire no guns, shed no tears
I’m a broken man on a Halifax peer, the last of Barrett’s
Privateers
I was told we’d
cruise the seas
For American gold we’d fire no guns, shed no tears
I’m a broken man on a Halifax peer, the last of Barrett’s
Privateers
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THE MAGPIE
SONG

(1998 version)
(T. Readman)

1. When I landed
on these shores 10 years ago today
I didn’t know what I was coming to but I had to get away
From harder times, the cold, the wind, the Tories and bad news,
But I’m lying if I say I never get the homesick blues
CHORUS
And I miss the pubs and I miss the brown and I miss the black and
white,
Magpie with his top hat on and the stotty cake so white
2. Vancouver BC
Canada has now become my home,
But my thoughts are back in the old North-East ‘cos that’s
where my heart roams,
I think about my friends back there and I miss them every one,
Then I realise that the times have changed, since I have been gone
CHORUS
And I miss the pubs and I miss the brown and I miss the black and
white,
Magpie with his top hat on and the stotty cake so white

3. A friend of mine he moved out here and he says the pub’s a
ghost,
And the brown isn’t what it used to be but the Tory party’s
toast, (Yahoo!)
The stotty cake is now whole wheat with budgie seed on top,
And the lads are in the Premier division, but we never won the World
Cup
CHORUS
And he misses the pubs and he misses the brown and he misses the black
and white,
Magpie with his top hat on and the stotty cake so white
CHORUS
And we miss the pubs and we miss the brown and we miss the black and
white,
Magpie with his top hat on and the stotty cake so white
Here we go. Yo!
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