Song Lyrics
THE WELLY BOOT SONG
(McEwen)
Chorus:
Wellies they are wonderful, oh wellies they are swell,
Cause they keep oot the water, an' they keep in the smell,
An' when yer sittin in a room, you can always tell,
When some bugger takes off his wellies.
If it wasna for your wellies where would you be?
You'd be in the hospital or infirmary,
Cause you would have a dose of the flu or even pluracy,
If you didna have your feet in your wellies!
But when yer oot walking, in the country way about
An yer strolling over fields just like a fairmer's herd.
And somebody shouts "Keep aff the grass," and you think "How absurd;"
And, squelch, you find why fairmers a' wear wellies.
There's fishermen and firemen, there's farmers an a',
Men oot digging ditches an' working in the snaw;
This country it would grind tae a halt and no' a thing would graw
If it wasna for the workers in their wellies.
Noo Edward Heath and Wilson, they havna made a hit,
They're ruining this country, mair than just a bit,
If they keep on the way they are goin', we'll all be in the sh..,
So you'd be'er ge(t) your feet in your wellies.
WHA SAW THE 42ND
Saw ye the Forty-Second? Saw ye them gaun awa'?
Saw ye the Forty-Second Marching to the Broomielaw?
Some o' them had boots an' stockin's, Some o' them had nane ava;
Some o' them had tartan plaidies, Marching to the Broomielaw.
Fa saw the Forty-Second, fa saw them gang awa?
Fa saw the Forty-Second gaein' to the Waupinschaw?
Some o' them gat chappit tatties, some o' them gat nane ava.
Some o' them gat barley bannocks, gaein' to the Waupinschaw.
Fa saw the Forty-Second, fa saw them gang awa?
Fa saw the Forty-Second marchin' doun the Broomie-Law?
Some of them had tartan troosers, some of them had nane ava,
Some of them had green umbrellas, marchin' doun the Broomie-Law.
Wha saw the ’Forty-second' Wha saw them gaun awa'
Wha saw the ’Forty-second' Marchin' doon the Broomielaw.
Some o' them had buits and stockin's, some o' them had nane at a',
Some o' them had tartan trousers, marchin' doon the Broomielaw.
Saw ye the Forty-Second? Saw ye them gaun awa'?
Saw ye the Forty-Second Marching to the Broomielaw?
Some o' them had boots an' stockin's, Some o' them had nane ava;
Some o' them had tartan plaidies, Marching to the Broomielaw.
Some o' them had kilts and sporrans, some o' them had nane at a',
Some o' them had braw Glengarries Marchin' doon the Broomielaw.
WHA WADNA FECHT FOR CHARLIE
Chorus:
Wha wadna fecht for Charlie
Wha wadna draw the sword
Wha wadna up and rally
At the Royal Prince's word
Think on Scotia's ancient heroes
Think on foreign foes repelled
Think on loyal Bruce and Wallace
Wha the proud usurper quelled
Chorus
See the northern clans advancing
See Glengarry and Lochiel
See the Brandished board-sword glancing
Highland hearts as true as steel
Chorus
Now the Prince has raised his banner
Now triumphant is our cause
Now the Scottish Lion rallies
Let us fight for Prince and Laws
Chorus
WHACK FOL THE DIDDLE
(Peadar Carney)
I'll sing you a song of peace and love,
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
To the land that reigns all lands above.
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
May peace and plenty be her share
Who kept our homes from want and care,
God bless Mother England is our prayer.
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
Chorus:
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
So we say, Hip Hooray!
Come and listen while we pray.
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
When we were savage, fierce and wild
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
She came like a mother to her child.
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
She gently raised us from the slime
Kept our hands from hellish crime,
And sent us to Heaven in her own good time.
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
Now our fathers oft were very bad boys.
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
Guns and pikes are dangerous toys.
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
From Bearna Baol to Bunker Hill
They made poor England weep her fill,
But ould Britannia loves us still!
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
Now Irishmen, forget the past!
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
And think of the time that's coming fast.
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
When we shall all be civilized,
Neat and clean and well-advised.
And won't Mother England be surprised?
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
WHACKER HUMPHRIES
(Christy Moore)
One day as I was walking past the bridge in Dolphin's Barn
Down by the old canal I saw some children in a car
In the back they were shootin' up smack, I had a bird's eye view
When I dialed for help, told me there's nothing we can do
Both sides of the river, clearly to be seen
Down along O'Connell Street and up to Stephen's Green
Heroin sold openly; there was no need to hide
The drug squads were out numbered; it seems their hands were tied
John Whacker Humphries he's a family man
Him and his wife they give their children everything they can
Faced with scourge of heroin, they'd not accept defeat
They joined other Concerned Parents to put the dealers off the street
They called on dealer's houses and ordered them to quit
Time and time again, they warned, we've had enough of it
Dirty needles in our doorways, junkies hanging all about
Keep on dealing heroin and you're gonna be moved out
From Saint Teresa's gardens to the flats in Ballymun
Concerned Parents action had the dealers on the run
They swore they'd stand together till the heroin was stopped
Can anybody tell me why they got their fingers rapped
They were rounded up and charged with crimes against the state
Brought before the Green Street Court to decide their fate
Denied a trial by jury and there was no bail
The Concerned Parents were taken off to jail
I was sitting in the gallery among families, friends and wives
I strained to hear who told the truth and who was telling lies
Dealers, junkies and police on the prosecution side
I swear to God that's what I saw before my very eyes
Whacker Humphries took the dealers on and he fought 'em tooth and nail
And a dozen well-armed soldiers took him to the Portlaoise Jail
He tried to protect his children, found guilty of a crime
One man gets a pension, another man gets time
This morning I was walking past the bridge in Dolphin's Barn
I heard a small bird whisper, "Mind you come to any harm"
WHATEVER YOU SAY, SAY NOTHING
(Colum Sands)
Chorus:
Whatever you say, say nothing, when you talk about you know what
For if you know who should hear you, you know what you'll get
They'll take you off to you know where for you wouldn't know how long
So for you know who's sake don't let anyone hearing singing this song
You all know what I'm speaking of when I mention you know what
And I fear it's very dangerous to even mention that
For the other ones are always there, although you may not see
And if anyone asks who told you that, please don't mention me
Chorus
You all know who I'm speaking of when I mention you know who
For if you know who could hear you, you know what he'd do
So if you don't see me again, you'll know why I'm away
And if anyone asks you where I've gone, here's what you must say
Chorus
Well, that's enough about so and so, not to mention such and such
I'd better end my song for I've already said too much
For the less you hear and the less you say, the less you'll go astray
And the less you think and the less you do, the more you'll hear them say
Chorus
WHEN I WAS SINGLE
When I was single I wore a plaid shawl
Now that I'm married I've nothing at all
Oh but still I love him I'll forgive him
I'll go with him where ever he goes
He came up our alley and he whistled me out
But the tail of his shirt from his trousers hung out
Oh but still I love him I'll forgive him
I'll go with him where ever he goes
He bought me a handkerchief red white and blue
But before I could wear it he tore it in two
Oh but still I love him I'll forgive him
I'll go with him where ever he goes
He brought me to an ale house to buy me some stout
But before I could drink he order me out
Oh but still I love him I'll forgive him
I'll go with him where ever he goes
He borrowed some money to buy me a ring
Then he and the jeweler went off on a fling
Oh but still I love him I'll forgive him
I'll go with him where ever he goes
There's cakes in the oven there's cheese on the self
If you want any more you can sing it yourself
Oh but still I love him I'll forgive him
I'll go with him where ever he goes
WHEN MARGARET WAS ELEVEN
(Pete St. John)
My father sailed away, and the band played tunes of glory
A giant man with ribbons and bedeviled dignity.
A regimental sergeant the back bone of the Empire
For God and righteous glory, bound for HighGermany.
Chorus:
Sweet Lord I was just seven, when Margaret waseleven,
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers songsfor tea
Your father's gone campaignin' was a way of notexplainin'
That soldiers are the living proof of our in humanity
My childhood passed away midst tales and luridstories
Of manufactured glories and inhuman gallantry
I asked "when is war over?" But no one deemed toanswer me
And Margaret played the dreaded tune called HighGermany.
Chorus:
Sweet Lord I was just seven, when Margaret was eleven,
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers songs for tea
Your father's gone campaignin' was a way of not explainin'
That soldiers are the living proof of our in humanity
My father made it home but he came without his reason
Two eyes of molten madness a senseless fool of war
He's just a child - my mother cried to be dressed in full regalia
And paraded as a hero home from High Germany.
Chorus:
Sweet Lord I was just seven, when Margaret was eleven,
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers songs for tea
Your father's gone campaignin' was a way of not explainin'
That soldiers are the living proof of our in humanity
There were tunes glory for Margaret and me
Published by SAINT MUSIC