I've travelled this wide world over, And now to another I'll go, For I know that good quarters are waiting to, Welcome old Rosin the Beau. To welcome old Rosin the Beau, To welcome old Rosin the Beau, For I know that good quarters are waiting to, Welcome old Rosin the Beau. When I'm dead and laid out on the counter, A voice you will hear from below, Crying send down a hogshead of whisky to, Drink with old Rosin the Beau. To drink with old Rosin the Beau, To drink with old Rosin the Beau, Crying send down a hogshead of whisky to, Drink with old Rosin the Beau. And when I have drunk me last skinful, The ladies will want to I know, Lift off the lid of me coffin and take, A last look at Rosin the Beau. A last look at Rosin the Beau, A last look at Rosin the Beau, Just lift off the lid of me coffin and take, A last look at Rosin the Beau. Then get a half dozen stout fellows, And prop them all up in a row, And drink out of half gallon bottles to, The memory of Rosin the Beau. The memory of Rosin the Beau, The memory of Rosin the Beau, Drink out of half gallon bottles to, The memory of Rosin the Beau. Then get a full dozen stout fellows, And let them all stagger and go, And dig a great hole in the meadow, And in it throw Rosin the Beau. And in it throw Rosin the Beau, And in it throw Rosin the Beau, Dig a great hole in the meadow, And in it throw Rosin the Beau. Then you get a couple of bottles, Put one on me head and me toe. With a diamond ring scratch upon them, The name of old Rosin the Beau. The name of old Rosin the Beau, The name of old Rosin the Beau. With a diamond ring scratch upon them, The name of old Rosin the Beau. I feel that great tyrant approaching, That cruel remorseless old foe. I lift up me glass in his honour and take, A drink to old Rosin the Beau. A drink to old Rosin the Beau, A drink to old Rosin the Beau. I lift up me glass in his honour and take, A drink to old Rosin the Beau.

I've been a wild rover for many a year, And I spent all me money on whiskey and beer. But now I'm returning with gold in great store, And I promise to play the wild rover no more. Chorus: And its no, nay, never. No, nay, never no more! Will I play the wild rover, No, never no more. I went to an alehouse I used to frequent, And I told the landlady me money was spent. I asked her for credit she answered me nay! Sure custom like yours I can get any day. Chorus- I pulled from me pocket ten sovereign so bright, And the landlady's eyes they lit up with delight. She said I have whiskey and wine of the best, And the words I have spoke sure were only in jest. Chorus- I'll go home to me parents, confess what I've done, And ask them to pardon their prodigal son. And when they've forgive as oft times before, I promise I'll play the wild rover no more. Chorus-

Chorus: Heel ya Ho, boys, Let her go, boys, Bring her head round into the weather, Heel ya Ho, boys, Let her go, boys, Sailing bound, to Mingulay. What care we how white the Minch is? What care we for wind or weather? For we know that every inch we're, Sailing bound for Mingulay. Chorus- Wives are waiting on the banks or, Gazing seaward from the heather. Pull her head round and we'll anchor, Here the sun sets on Mingulay. Chorus-

Let the grasses grow, waters flow in a free and easy way, Just give me enough of the rare old stuff thats made near Galway bay. Come grousers all, from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too, Oh, we'll give them the slip and take a sip of the rare old mountain dew. Chorus: (Folderol) At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still where smoke curls up to the sky, By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell there's poitin brewing by. It fills the air with a perfume rare that bewitch both you and me, As home we roll we can drink a bowl or bucket of the mountain dew. Chorus- Now learned men who can use a pen have written both praises high, Of the rare poitin from Ireland green distilled from wheat and rye. Put away your pills, it'll cure your ills be you pagan, christian or jew. So take off your coat and grease your throat with the rare old mountain dew! Chorus-

I went out a' walking around one night and I met with ol' wild Bill Jones. He was walking he was talking with a girl I love and I bid him for to leave her alone. Well he said, 'Young man, I am twenty two. Too old for to do what's told.' I drew a revolver from my side, I destroyed one poor boys soul. Oh, he rambled and he scrambled all upon the ground and he gave a woefully moan. He looked in the face of his own true love, said, 'Oh, darling you are left alone.' Oh now bring me a pillow for to lay down me head and a hammer to beat out my brains. Corn whiskey has destroyed my body, poor boy, pretty women have run me deranged.

Farewell to Princes' landing stage, River Mersey fare thee well I am bound for California, a place I know right well. Chorus: So fare thee well my own true love, And when I return united we will be, It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me, But my darling when I think of thee. I'm shipped on a yankee clipper ship, 'Davy Crockett' is her name, And Burgess he is the captain of her, they say that she's a floating shame. Chorus- I have sailed with Burgess once before, I think I know him well, If a man's a sailor he will get along, if not then he's sure in hell. Chorus- Farewell to Lower Frederick Street, Anson Terrace and Park Lane, I am bound away for to leave you and never see you again. Chorus- I am bound for California by way of stormy Cape Horn, I will write a letter to thee, love, when I am homeward bound. Chorus-

In eighteen hundred and forty-one Me corduroy breeches I put on Me corduroy breeches I put on To work upon the railway, The railway, I'm weary of the railway Poor Paddy works on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty-two From Hartlepool I moved to Crewe Found myself a job to do A working on the railway Chorus: I was wearing corduroy breeches Digging ditches, pulling switches Dodging pitches, I was working on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty-three I broke a shovel across me knee Went to work for the company Leeds to Selby railway Chorus- In eighteen hundred and forty-four I landed on the Liverpool shore My belly was empty me hands were raw From working on the railway, The railway I'm sick to my guts of the railway Poor Paddy works on the railway In eighteen hundred and forty-five When Daniel O'Connell he was alive When Daniel O'Connell he was alive And working on the railway Chorus- In eighteen hundred and forty-six I changed my trade to carrying bricks I changed my trade to carrying bricks To work upon the railway Chorus- In eighteen hundred and forty-seven Poor Paddy was thinking of going to heaven Poor Paddy was thinking of going to heaven To work upon the railway, The railway I'm sick to my death of the railway Poor paddy works on the railway Chorus-

As I was a going over the far famed Kerry mountains, I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting, I then produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier, Saying "Stand and deliver" for you are a bold deceiver. Chorus: Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da, Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar. I counted out his money and I made a pretty penny, I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny, She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me, But the devil take the women for she never can be easy. Chorus- I went up to my chamber, for all to take a slumber, I dreamt of golden jewels and for sure it was no wonder, But Jenny blew me charges and filled them up with water, And sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter. Chorus- Now i't was early in the morning, before I rose to travel, Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell, I then produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier, I couldn't shoot for water, so a prisoner I was taken. Chorus- There's some that take delight in the carriages a rolling, Some that take delight in the hurling and the bowling, but I take delight in the juice of the barley, and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early. Chorus- If anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army, If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney, If he'll go with me, we'll go roving' through Killkenney, And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my poor old sporting Jenny. Chorus-

Looms are swept and the brass is drawn, Me and Jack will be up at dawn, And we're off to beg or steal or pawn, For July Wakes. We've swept for one and fifty weeks, And human limbs, like looms, will creak, So we'll go and climb up Pendle cheek, And rest those limbs. We'll roam in woods and sprawl in hay, Watch great clouds spring up at play, And if they brast then we shall turn that way, And taste the clean rain. We'll follow river up to the sky, Watch great fishes swimming by, Sup from brook when we get dry, And stand up men. Days carefree till Jack downcast, Watching larks and linnets racing past, Hear the hooters moan through linnets blast, To hell with the looms. Cause Sunday will see us back in the shed, Watching shuttles spew out miles and miles of thread, And we'll be weaving fifty one weeks of bread, And one of life.

In Oranmore, in the county Galway, One pleasant evening in the month of May. I spied a colleen so fair and handsome, Her beauty stole my breath away. Chorus: She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds, No paint nor powder, no none at all. She wore a bonnet, with ribbons on it, And round her shoulders the Galway shawl. As we were walking, we still kept talking, Till her fathers cabin came in to view. She said, “come in and meet my father, And play to please him, ‘The Foggy Dew.’” She sat me down besides the fire, Besides her father who was six foot tall. And very soon she had the kettle boiling, But all I could think of was the Galway shawl. Chorus- I played the ‘Blackbird,’ ‘The Stock o’ Barley,’ ‘Rodney’s Glory’ and ‘The Foggy Dew.’ She sang each note like an Irish Linnet, While tears ran down her eyes so blue. I started off early next morning, To hit the road for Donegal. She sighed and kissed me, and then she left me, She stole my heart in her Galway shawl. Chorus-

Me bully boys o' Liverpool, I'll have you to beware, When ye sail in the packet ship, no dungaree jumpers wear; But have a big monkey jacket all ready to your hand, For there blows some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland! Chorus: We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her down, With holystone and sand, And think of them cold nor'westers On the Banks of Newfoundland. There was Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch, Mike Murphy and some more, I tell ye where, they suffered like hell on the way to Baltimore; They pawned their gear in Liverpool and they sailed as they did stand, And there blows some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland. Chorus- The mate he stood on the fo'c'sle head, and loudly he did roar: “Now rattle her in, my lucky lads! We're bound for America's shore! Go wash the mud off that dead-man's face and heave to beat the band, For there blows some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland!” Chorus- So now it's reef and reef, me boys, with the canvas frozen hard, And it's mount and pass every mother's son on a ninety-foot tops'l yard. Never mind about boots and oilskins, but haul or you'll be damned! For there blows some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland. Chorus- And now we're off the Hook, me boys, and the lands are white with snow, But soon we'll see the pay table and have all night below; And on the docks, come down in flocks, them pretty girls will stand, Saying, “It's snugger with me than it is at sea on the Banks of Newfoundland.” Chorus-

In a neat little town they call Belfast, Apprentice to trade I was bound. And many an hour’s sweet happiness, I have spent in that neat little town. A sad misfortune came over me, Which caused me to stray from the land. Far away from my friends and relations, Betrayed by the black velvet band. Chorus: Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land. And her hair it hung over her shoulders, Tied up with the black velvet band. As I took stroll down broadway, Meaning not long for to stay. When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid, Come a-traipsing along the highway. She was both fair and handsome, Her neck it was just like a swan. And her hair it hung over her shoulders, Tied up with the black velvet band. chorus- I took a stroll with this fair maid, When a gentleman passed us by. Well I knew she meant the doing of him, By the look in her roguish black eye. A gold watch she took from his pocket, And placed it into my right hand. And the very next thing I knew was, I’d landed in Van Diemans land. chorus- Before the judge and the jury, Next morning I had to appear. The judge he said to me, “young man, You’re case it is proven clear.” We’ll give you seven years servitude, To be spent far away from the land. Far away from your friends and relations, Betrayed by the black velvet band. chorus- So come all you jolly young fellows, A warning take by me. When you're out on the town, me lads, Beware of the pretty Colleens. They’ll feed you with strong drink, me lads! Till you’re unable to stand. And the very next thing you will see, Is you’ve landed in Van Diemans land. chorus-