Wylde Mountain Thyme Oh the summertime is comin' And the trees are sweetly bloomin' And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the bloomin' heather Chorus: Will ye go, lassie, go And we'll all go together To the wild mountain thyme All around the bloomin' heather Will ye go, lassie, go I will build my love a bower By yon pure crystal fountain And on it I will pile All the flowers of the mountain Chorus And if my true love she were gone I would surely find another Where the wild mountain thyme Grows around the bloomin' heather Chorus

Health To The Company Kind friends and companions come join me in rhyme. Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine. Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain for we may and might never all meet here again. Chorus: So here's a health to the company, and one to my lass. Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass. Let us drink and be merry all grief to refrain. For we may and might never all meet here again. Well, here's a health to the wee lass that I love so well. For style and for beauty, there are none can excel. She smiles on my countenance as she sits on my knee; sure there's no one on earth as happy as me. Chorus Our ship lies at harbor. she's ready to dock. I wish her safe landing without any shock. And if ever we meet again by land or by sea, sure I'm always rememberin' your kindness to me. Chorus (x3)

All For Me Grog Chorus: Well, it's all for me grog Me jolly, jolly grog Its all gone for beer and tobacco For I spent up all me tin, on the lassies drinking gin And across the western ocean I must wander. Well, it's all for me hat Me jolly, jolly hat, Its all gone for beer and tobacco For the brim is all worn out and the feather's kicked about And me head is looking out for better weather Chorus Well, it's all for me shirt Me jolly, jolly shirt Its all gone for beer and tobacco For the sleeves are all worn out, the lapel is kicked about And me chest is looking out for better weather Chorus Well, it's all for me pants Me jolly, jolly pants Its all gone for beer and tobacco For the legs are all worn out, and the cuffs are kicked about And me arse is looking out for better weather Chorus Well, it's all for me bed Me jolly, jolly bed Its all gone for beer and tobacco For I leant it to a whore, and she broke it to the floor And the springs are looking out for better weather Chorus

Charlie Mopps (Beer, beer, beer) Beer, Beer, Beer, Tiddily Beer, Beer, Beer, Beer... A long time ago, way back in history When all there was to drink was nothing but cup of tea A long came a man by the name of Charlie Mops And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops. Chorus: Oh, he might have been an admiral, a sultan or a King And to his praises we will always sing, Look what he has done for us; he's filled our lives with cheer The Lord bless Charlie Mops the man who invented beer. Beer, Beer, Beer, Tiddily Beer, Beer, Beer, Beer... A barrel of malt a bushel of hops you stir it around with a stick The kind of lubrication that make your engine tick Forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the cracks It's only two and fifty pounds a pint, and five percent in tax! Chorus The White Heart, The Dragon Inn, the Royal Oak as well One thing you can be sure of it's Charlie's beer they sell Come on all ye lucky lads at eleven o'clock she stops Five short seconds to remember Charlie Mops (whisper count of five) Chorus

Spanish Ladies Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies, Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain; For we have received orders to sail to old England, But we hope in a short time to see you again. Chorus: We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors, We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas; Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England: From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty-five leagues. Then we hove our ship to, with the wind at sou'-west, boys, Then we hove our ship to, for to strike soundings clear; Then we filled the main topsail and bore right away, boys, And straight up the Channel of old England did steer. Chorus So the first land we made it is called the Deadman, Next Ram Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight; We sailed by Beachy, by Fairly and Dungeness, And then bore away for the South Foreland light. Chorus Now let every man take off his full bumper, Let every man take off his full bowl; For we will be jolly and drown melancholy, With a health to each jovial and true-hearted soul. Chorus

Loch Lomond By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond, Where me and my true love were ever won't to gae On the bonnie bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond Chorus: O' ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road, And I'll be in Scotland afore ye; But me and my true love will never meet again, On the bonnie bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond. Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen, On the steep steep side o' Ben Lomond, Where in deep purple hue, the Hieland hills we view, And the moon coming out in the gloaming. Chorus The wee birdies sing, and the wild flowers spring, And in sunshine the waters are sleeping, But the broken heart will never know second spring again, Though the woeful may cease for their greeting Chorus

Old Dun Cow Some friends and I in a public house Was playing a game of chance one night When into the pub a fireman ran His face all a chalky white. "What's up", says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost, Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?" "Me Aunt Mariah be buggered!", says he, "The bleedin' pub's on fire!" Chorus And there was Brown upside down Lappin'' up the whiskey on the floor. "Booze, booze!" The firemen cried As they came knockin' on the door (clap clap) Oh don't let 'em in till it's all drunk up And somebody shouted MacIntyre! MACINTYRE! And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk When the Old Dun Cow caught fire. "Oh well," says Brown, "What a bit of luck. Everybody follow me. And it's down to the cellar If the fire's not there Then we'll have a grand old spree." So we went on down after good old Brown The booze we could not miss And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more Till we were quite pissed. Chorus Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap) Started takin' off his pantaloons Likewise his shoes and socks. "Hold on, " says Brown, "that ain't allowed Ya cannot do that thing here. Don't go washin' trousers in the port wine tub When we got Guinness beer." Chorus Then there came from the old back door The Vicar of the local church. And when he saw our drunken ways, He began to scream and curse. "Ah, you drunken sods! You heathen clods! You've taken to a drunken spree! You drank up all the Benedictine wine And you didn't save a drop for me!" Chorus And then there came a mighty crash Half the bloody roof caved in. We were almost drowned in the firemen's hose But still we were gonna stay. So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks And we nailed ourselves inside And we sat drinking the finest Rum Till we were bleary-eyed. Chorus **Later that night, when the fire burned out We came up from the cellar below. Our pub was burned. Our booze was drunk. Our heads was hanging low. "Oh look", says Brown with a look quite queer. Seems something raised his ire. "Now we gotta get down to Murphy's Pub, It closes on the hour!" **The Pyrates Royale's Captain Moone (Brad lee Howard) should be credited as writer of this last line of the song although many other groups perform it, he is rarely given credit for it! Huzzzah Mighty Cap'n! Chorus

Johnny Jump-Up I'll tell you a story that happened to me One day as I went out to Youghal by the sea The sun it was bright, and the day it was warm Says I "A quick pint wouldn't do any harm" I went in to the barman and said give me a stout Says the barman,"I'm sorry the beer's all sold out Try whiskey, or Vodka, ten years in the wood" Says I, "I'll try cider; I've heard that it's good." Chorus: Oh never, oh never, oh never again If I live to a hundred or a hundred and ten Well I fell to the ground and I couldn't get up After drinking the quart of the Johnny-Jump-Up After lowerin' the third I headed straight for the yard Where I bumped into Brophy the big civic guard; "Come 'ere to me boy don't you know I'm the law?" Well I upped with me fist and I shattered his jaw. Well he fell to the ground with his knees doubled up 'Twas not I that hit him, but Johnny Jump-Up Chorus The next thing that I met down by Youghal by the Sea Was a cripple on crutches and says he to me "I'm afraid for me life I'll be hit by a cart Won't you help me across to the big city bar?" But after three pints of that cider so sweet He threw down his crutches and danced in the street. Chorus Well I went down the Lee road a friend for to see, They call it the Madhouse in Cork by the Sea But when I got there sure the truth I will tell They had the poor bugger locked up in a cell Said the guard, testing him, "Say these word if you can: 'Around the rugged rock the ragged rascal ran." Chorus "Tell them I'm not crazy, tell them I'm not mad 'Twas only six pints of that cider I had. A man died in the Union by the name of McNabb They washed him, they laid him outside on a slab And after the coroner his measurements did take His wife took him home for a bloody fine wake Well, about twelve o'clock and the beer it was high The corpse he sits up and says he with a sigh "I can't get to heaven, they won't let me up 'Till I bring them a pint of the Johnny Jump-Up

What Do You Do With A Drunken Sailor? What'll we do with a drunken sailor, What'll we do with a drunken sailor, What'll we do with a drunken sailor, Earl-aye in the morning? Chorus: Way hay and up she rises (x3) Earl-aye in the morning 1. Put him in the long boat till he's sober, 2. Keep him there and make 'im bale 'er. 3. Shave his belly with a rusty razor. 4. Put him in bed with the captain's daughter.

Scarborough Faire Are you going to Scarborough Faire? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to one who lived there. She once was a true love of mine. Have her make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Without no seams, nor fine needle work. Then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Gather it up in a basket of flowers Then she'll be a true love of mine Have her wash it in yonder dry well Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Where water ne'er sprung, nor drop of rain fell. Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to to find me an acre of land. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between the sea foam and over the sand. Then she'll be a true love of mine Plow the land with the horn of a lamb. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Then sow some seeds from north of the dam. Then she'll be a true love of mine Have her reap it with a sickle of leather. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Gather it up in a bunch of heather. Then she'll be a true love of mine If she tells me she can't, then I'll reply. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Let me know, that at least she will try. Then she'll be a true love of mine Love imposes impossible tasks Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Though not more than any heart asks. And I must know she's true love of mine When thou has finished thy task. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Come to me my hand for to ask. For then you'll be a true love of mine

Always Look on the Bright Side of Life Some things in life are bad They can really make you mad Other things just make you swear and curse. When you're chewing on life's gristle Don't grumble, give a whistle And this'll help things turn out for the best... And...always look on the bright side of life... Always look on the light side of life... If life seems jolly rotten There's something you've forgotten And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing. When you're feeling in the dumps Don't be silly chumps Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing. And...always look on the bright side of life... Always look on the light side of life... For life is quite absurd And death's the final word You must always face the curtain with a bow. Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow. So always look on the bright side of death Just before you draw your terminal breath Life's a piece of shit When you look at it Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true. You'll see it's all a show Keep 'em laughing as you go Just remember that the last laugh is on you. And always look on the bright side of life... Always look on the right side of life... (Come on guys, cheer up!) Always look on the bright side of life... Always look on the bright side of life... (Worse things happen at sea, you know.) Always look on the bright side of life... (I mean - what have you got to lose?) (You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing. What have you lost? Nothing!) Always look on the right side of life...

Auld Lang Syne Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne? Chorus: And days of auld lang syne, my dear, And days of auld lang syne. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne? We twa hae run aboot the braes And pu'd the gowans fine. We've wandered mony a weary foot, Sin' auld lang syne. Chorus We twa hae sported i' the burn, From morning sun till dine, But seas between us braid hae roared Sin' auld lang syne. Chorus And ther's a hand, my trusty friend, And gie's a hand o' thine; We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.