Gaelic Storm Album

Well I'm a little beggarman, I am a beggarman,
I'm a little beggar-beggarman, I am a beggar man X

Well I'm a little beggarman and begging I have been
for three score or more on this little isle of green.
And I'm known from the Liffey from the basement to the zoo,
And I'm known by the name of old Johnny Dhu.

Of all the trades that's goin' the beggin' is the best,
For when a man is tired he can sit down and rest
He can beg for his dinner, he's nothing else to do
When he comes around the corner with his old rig-a-doo.

And I met a little flaxy-haired girl one day
'Well good morning' little flaxy-haired girl,' did I say,
'Well good mornin' little beggarman, how do you do,
with your rags and your bags and your old rig-a-doo.'
I'll buy a pair of leggings and a collar and a tie,
And a nice young lady I will fetch by and by.
I'll buy a pair of goggles and I'll color them blue
And an old fashioned lady I will make of her too.

I've got the sky,
I've got the road.
I've got the sky...
The world is my home.

I'm a little beggarman, I am a beggar man,
And I slept way down, in a barn at Caurabawn
A wet night came on and I slept 'till the dawn
With holes in the roof and the rain coming through
And the rats and the cats, they were playing peek-a-boo
When who should awaken but the woman of the house
With her white spotty apron and her calico blouse
She began to frighten and I said "Boo!
Ah, don't be afraid ma'am it's only Johnny Dhu."

Die di die di diddle diddle dum
Di die di die di diddle diddle dum.
Diddle dum di diddle diddle dum.

I've got the sky,
I've got the road.
I've got the sky...
The world is my home.

And it's over the fields with my pack on my back
And over the fields with my great heavy sack
With the holes in my shoes and my toes peeping through
Singing skinny-me-rink a doodle o for old Johnny Dhu
I must be going to bed for it's getting late at night
When the fire's all raked and out goes the light
Now you've heard the story of me old rig-a-doo
It's goodnight and God be with you from old Johnny Dhu.

Some take their hope, and hide it away
It burns in the darkness, like gold in a grave
There's a spark inside, that can't be concealed
No heart is so secret that it won't be healed

Chrous:
So before the night is over
Make your heart an open door
Then all we hold inside us
Won't divide us any more
So before the night is over
And the time we have is done
Before our courage fades away
Let our hearts be bound as one

And I've lost my way, when nothing is clear
And I've been afraid to love, then I heard what I fear
I can face the night, find strength in your eyes
Not afraid to fall, not afraid to rise

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Lemme tell you a little story about a man named Johnny Tarr
He was a hard drinking son of a preacher, always at the bar
Lager from the tap or shots of Paddy from the shelf
He could open his throttle and throw back a bottle as quick as the devil himself! Johnny Tarr

And the word got around that Johnny Tarr was no pretender,
From Claire to here they'd lock up the beer when Johnny went on a bender,
Down at Dickey Mack's, the Rising Sun, or at the Swan
He was drinking at seven by ten to eleven well all the booze would be gone! Johnny Tarr!

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And even if you saw it yourself, you wouldn't believe it,
But I wouldn't trust a person like me, if I were you
Sure I wasn't there I swear I have an alibi
I heard it from a man who knows a fella who says it's true!

It was nine in the morning, on a cold and rainy night,
Johnny walked into the Castle Bar, looking to get tight
He had money in his pocket, he had whiskey in his eye,
He said: "Get up off your asses and set up your glasses, I'm drinking this place dry!"

Now all the serious boozers, they were soon broken hearted
When Johnny finished off six and he was only getting started
Guzzling down the pints, knockin' 'em back like candy,
He was lookin' alright to be drinkin' all night, then Nora brought out the brandy! Johnny Tarr!

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And even if you saw it yourself, you wouldn't believe it,
But I wouldn't trust a person like me, if I were you
Sure I wasn't there I swear I have an alibi
I heard it from a man who knows a fella who says it's true!

Here we go Sheila!

Johnny drank the whole damn bottle, had another pint or two,
When it made no impression he started a session with Murphy's Millenium Brew
He was waiting for his pint when his face turned green;
Jesus, Johnny fell down after only fifteen!

You could have heard a pin drop, then the crowd let out a roar,
It took five Cork women to lift Johnny off the floor!
The doctor looked him over, said you'd better call the hearse:
But it's not what you're thinkin' It wasn't the drinkin' this man died of thirst! Johnny Tarr!

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And even if you saw it yourself, you wouldn't believe it,
But I wouldn't trust a person like me, if I were you
Sure I wasn't there I swear I have an alibi
I heard it from a man who knows a fella who says it's true!

And even if you saw it yourself, you wouldn't believe it,
I wouldn't trust a person like me, if I were you
Sure I wasn't there, but I swears I has an alibi
I heard it from a man who knows a fella who says it's true!

When I was five
We'd get up at four
And drive on down to the Cornwall shore
Our holidays had come at last
They came real slow and went by fast
Just one week, that's all we had
Then back to work went mom and dad
Happy to be swimmin' in the sea

The seagulls yell
You're getting near
We'd waited patiently all year
And we hadn't slept a wink all night
White faces in the morning light
I see the sea my sister cried
The seaside we'd soon be beside
Happy to be swimmin' in the sea

Down to the sand
With our bucket and our spade
Behind our yellow wind barricade
We'd bury dad up to his chin
On with our trunks we'd jump right in
'Round our waist a rubber ring
And on each arm a water wing
Happy to be swimmin' in the sea

It's so cold
And rainin' too
We'd stay all day
Till our lips turned blue
Only a week
It wasn't fair
We're on holiday, holiday, holiday
And we don't care!

In every pool
Stranded by the tide
Clams and fishes under seaweed hide
We'd catch them all in a fishing net
As close to heaven as a kid could get
We'd dream of smugglers and pirate ships
Lunch was ice cream and a bag of chips
Happy to be swimmin' in the sea

Now to kid of five
That rocky shore
Was a magical place full of tales and lore
Now the seagulls call once more to me
Hey come on back to the Cornish Sea
Now by the water by the foam
Just one more week and I'm going home
Happy to be swimmin' in the sea

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Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The sweetest smile the gentelest hands
I love the ground where on she stands

I live my love and well she knows
I love the ground where on she goes
I hope the day will one day come
When she and i will be as one

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I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
For satisfied i never can be
I write her letters, jsut a few short lines
and suffer death a thousand times

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I love the ground where on she stands

Mary's eyes are startling blue
And her hair's Newcastle gold
And she walks the thin white line between the body and the soul
She's as faithful to her history
As a novice to his fast
For she's standing on the bones of Ireland's past

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She's singing of the troubles
And the fire in the land
'Til I can almost feel the famine slipping through my trembling hand
And i wonder as I hear her,
That the spirit still shines through
And she can reach across the ocean deep and break my heart in two...

Mary's wise and she is foolish
She's as constant as the tide
For it's a woman's heart that beats beneath that stubborn Irish pride
We are saints and we are sinners
We are heros we are theivesWe are all of us beginners on the road to Galilee

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So let us hiost a pint of silence
To the east where ireland lies
And we will stare across the waters
For a glimpse of Mary's eyes
We are ships without a harbor
We are sailors are on dry land
And the song goes on forever
Even though the record can't

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As I walked down the Broadway
One evening last July
I met a maid who asked me trade
And a sailor lad says I

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Away Santee
My Dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls
can't you dance the polka?

To Tiffany's I took her
I didn't mind expense
I bought her a pair of gold earrings
And they cost me fifteen cents

And she says, 'You Limejuice sailor
Now see me home you may'
But when we reached her cottage door
She this to me did say

Away Santee
My Dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls
can't you dance the polka?

My flash man he's a Yankee
With his hair cut short behind
He wears a pair of black sea-boots
And he sails in the Blackball Line

And He's homeward bound this evening
And with me he will stay
So get a move on, sailor-boy
Get cracking on your way

Away Santee
My Dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls
can't you dance the polka?

I kissed her hard and proper
Afore her flash man came
So fare thee well, you Bowery girl
I know your little game

And then I wrapped me glad rags round me
And to the docks did steer
I will never court another girl
I'll stick to rum and beer

I joined a Yankee blood-boat
And sailed away next morn
Don't mess around with women boys
You're safer ‘round Cape Horn

Away Santee
My Dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls
can't you dance the polka?

Ar mo ghabháil dom siar chum Droichead Ui Mhórdha
Pice im dhóid is mé dui i meitheal
Cé chasfai orm i gcumar ceoidh
Ach pocán crón is é ar buile!

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Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile.
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile!

Do ritheamar trasna tri ruilleogach
Is du ghluais an comhrac ar fud na muinge.
Is treascairt da bhfuai sé sna turtóga
Chuas ina ainneoin ar a dhroim le tuinneamh

Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile.
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile!
Nior fhag se carriag go raibh scót ann,
Ná gur rith le fórsa chun mé a mhilleadh
Is ea ansin do chaith se an leim ba mho
Le fána mhór na Faille Brice

Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile.
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile!

The Gardai came from the town of Ballyroche
For to catch that goat with sticks and switches
The goat gave the Captain a kick up his arse,
And his horn made rags of his band-new britches!

Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile.
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile!

InDangean Ui Chúis le haghaidh an tráthóna
Bhi an sagart paróiste amach nár gcoinnibh
Is é duirt gurbh é and diabhal ba dhóigh leis.
An ghaibh an treo ar phocán buile!

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Surfin' though the pages of my mind,
I find picture of you,
You were young and I was too,
"I do" you said, and I beleived you

Singing songs and dancing in the street,
the beat I don't remeber,
A barking dog, a velvet chain,
the rain was cold but you were colder

I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew what you're about
I doubt If I ever knew you

We took the ferry late at night,
first light discovered us together
we agreed that paradise was nice,
but couldn't last forever

Bright eyed and busy tailed
I failed to see what everyone else saw,
moss growing on the roof
the truth was getting hard to swallow

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For every left there is a right, for every day there is a night,
a moon, a sun, a smoking gun, a tear, an eye, hello, goodbye
For every hand there is a glove, for every hate there is a love
Heaven, earth, a death, a birth, a hat, a head, a hunger....

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Tomorrow never comes they say,
but hey you know I don't beleive them
I close my eyes and drift away
today has gone, I'm still standing
I'm still standing
I'm still standing, oh!

Don't say that you're in love with me
Listen to what I say
You're too young to come with me
I must be on me way
And stop your silly crying, love
How can I make you see
That I'm a gypsy rover, love
And you'll not come with me
Go home, girl, go home
Go home

And I met you at the market
When your mam was not with you
You liked me long brown ringlets
And me handkerchief of blue
And although I'm very fond of you
You asked me home to tea
But I'm a gypsy rover, love
And you'll not come with me
Go home, girl, go home
Go home

And your brother is a peeler
And would lock me up in the jail
If he knew I was a poacher
And I hunt your lord's best quail
Well your daddy is a gentleman
Your mammy just as grand
But I'm a gypsy rover, love
And I'll not be your man
Go home, girl, go home
Go home

Well the hour's drawing long, my love
Your mam's expecting thee
Don't tell her that you met me here
Or I'm a gypsy free
And let's get off me jacket now
Your love will have to wait
For I am twenty-two years old
And you, you're only eight
Go home, girl, go home
Go home

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Walk Through My Door

Sitting on my hotel bed
Pay per view running through my head
Foreign film called 'missing you'
Based on a story that's true

Trade my soul at the mini bar
Ten dollar scotch and a cheap cigar
I can't go forward, I can't rewind
You're on every channel on my mind

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Why don't you walk through my door
Walk through my door
Why don't you walk through my door
Walk through my

Outside a storm pours down
Inside my head begins to drown
One more should see me through
One more or maybe two

Now you're just an after glow
A fading breath on a cold window
My face pressed against the pane
Tell me are those tears or are they rain

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Slide the lock and close my eyes
Hide behind this thin disguise
Turn to kiss myself goodnight
Turn out the light

The don't disturb sign from my door
Is hanging on my heart once more
I set the clock to half past ten
And my head to never again

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