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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.

cho: 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."

cho:

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 spoke sure were only in jest."

cho:

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they caress (forgive) me as ofttimes before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.

cho:

@drink
sung by Clancy Brothers

(DT of April 1996)

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IRISH TUNES


















THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE 

by William Butler Yeats

     I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, 

     And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: 

     Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, 

     And live alone in the bee-loud glade. 

     And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, 

     Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; 

     There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, 

     And evening full of the linnet's wings. 

     I will arise and go now, for always night and day 

     I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; 

     While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, 

     I hear it in the deep heart's core. 


A wee bit o' th' Irish