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Got Guinness
02:54
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I've roamed far and wide and I've been everywhere
On both sides of the sea
As long as this world keeps a spinnin' around
There's always a place here for me.
(Chorus)
If you've got Guinness then pour me a pint
And pour one for my friends,
We'll drink a toast to your good health
We shall call you our friend.
Whatever the will of the weather
Whether it's sun, snow, or rain
Me mates will help to sustain me
Until I reach my home again
(Chorus)
We stand shoulder to shoulder
Our glasses lifted high
A drink in our hands and a song in our hearts
We'll be friends till the end of time.
(Chorus)
I've roamed far and wide and I've been everywhere
On both sides of the sea
As long as this world keeps a spinnin' around
There's always a place here for me.
(Chorus)
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Sam the Skull
04:10
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Chorus
I'm a cat, I'm a cat, I'm a Glasgow cat
And my name is Sam the Skull
I've got claws in my paws like a crocodile's jaws
And a heid like a fermer's bull
I'm no the kind of cat that sat on the mat
Nor the kind that you gie a hug
I'm the kind of cat that strangles all the rats
Aye and even the occasional dug.
Well roon aboot doon Shettleston way
They all know me by sight
'Here's the Skull, here's the Skull' you can hear them call
As I vanish intae the night
The police stations roon oor way
Have bars on the windae sill
It's no tae keep the prisoners in
It's tae keep oot Sam the Skull
Chorus:
Well one fine day no’ so long ago
They all had had their fill
So they sent for the RSPCA
To capture Sam the Skull
‘Cause naebody can get oot when he's roamin aboot
Chasin the weans up the close
Sitting on the stairs, scratchin' his elbow
An' sittin' there pickin' his nose
Chorus:
Well oot came the men aboot half past two
In their wee blue Escort van
There was one was in the back, sittin’ wi’ a sack
The other had a mallet in his han'
As they run roon the back o' the hoose
I casually strolled tae the van
I jumped in the front an' I was aff
Everything was goin’ tae plan.
Chorus:
You can hear them say doon Shettleston way
Whatever happened to Sam the Skull
He had claws in his paws like a crocodile's jaws
An' a heid like a fermer's bull
You can tell them from me
I'm still roamin' free
Never a day is dull
It might sound absurd,
but I'm livin' wi' a burd
In a single end in Maryhill.
Chorus:
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It's aweigh, aweigh, aweigh, it's Bob
And it's Aweigh, Aweigh Dread Pirate Bob
There's a sourge upon the sea, His name is Pirate Bob
Scouring the seven seas for galleons to rob
He'll bury your ship and sink your gold
Date your sheep and stampede your girl
He's the worst pirate in the world
aweigh, aweigh, aweigh, it's Bob
And it's Aweigh, Aweigh Dread Pirate Bob
Then one day he came upon an unprotected town
He looked on with morbid glee as canonballs rained down
But as the rubble fell,
"What the heck?" He cursed
He had blown the town to hell and forgot to pillage first
aweigh, aweigh, aweigh, it's Bob
And it's Aweigh, Aweigh Dread Pirate Bob
He came upon merchant ship all alone at sea
And he said "Come on me boys, this time the rum's on me!"
But when they caught up to their prey
they had been drinking rum all day
And invited them all to the "Boarding Party"
aweigh, aweigh, aweigh, it's Bob
And it's Aweigh, Aweigh Dread Pirate Bob
Dread Pirate Bob met his end his crew did mutiny.
When made him walk the plank and jump into the sea.
For the cabin boy had set his heart awhirl.
Around his head the sea did swirl
But he didn't know the laddie was a girl
aweigh, aweigh, aweigh, it's Bob
And it's Aweigh, Aweigh Dead Pirate Bob
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4. |
It's Good to be King
02:55
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It's good to be king, if just for a while
To be there in velvet, yeah to give 'em a smile
It's good to live high and wear a gold crown
It's good to be king of your own little town
Yeah the world would swing oh if I were king
Can I help it if I...still dream time to time
It's good to be king and have your own way
Get a feeling of peace at the end of the day
And when your bulldog barks and your canary sings
You're out there with winners, it's good to be king
Yeah, I'll be king when dogs get wings
Can I help it if I still dream time to time
It's good to be king and have your own world
It helps to make friends, it's good to meet girls
A sweet little queen, who won't run away
It's good to be king, whatever it pays
Excuse me if I have some place in my mind
Where I go time to time
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5. |
Bela Donna
02:53
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Lady, the wind blowing cold from the mountains
That covers the branches with ice
Can't put out the hot fire that burns in my bosom
Your eyes promise me Paradise
I am a poor man, some say I'm half-crazy
Son of the stones of the Earth
I live for your smile and I yearn for your kisses
Tell me, what is my love for you worth?
Lady, I cannot provide you with presents
Silver and gold I have none
No castle in Spain and no fine blooded horses
No rich golden fields 'neath the Sun
I am a poor man, some say I'm half-crazy
Son of the wind and the rain
But all that I have, to you I give freely
The laughter and joy, and the pain.
Lady, I am not a hero of battles
To rescue and steal you away
I have no pavilions with soldiers and armies
To marshal at breaking of day
I am a poor man, some say I'm half-crazy
Son of the mists of the Sea
Come to me softly, oh, come to me gently,
Come to me warm, wild, and free
Lady, I sit and I watch you for hours
I watch every move that you make
I see how the sunlight sits softly upon you
In moonlight you make my heart break
I am a poor man, some say I'm half-crazy
Son of the sand and the stone
Lady, smile on me and tell me you love me
I'm tired of being alone
I am a poor man, some say I'm half-crazy
Son of the sword and the knife
Lady, I pledge you my sword and my honour
My heart and my pride and my life
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6. |
Wild Mountain Thyme
03:05
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Oh, the summer time is coming,
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme,
Grows around the blooming heather.
Chorus:
Will you go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will you go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a bower
By yon pure crystal fountain,
And around it I will place
All the flowers of the mountain.
Chorus:
If my true love, she should leave
I will surely find another
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Chorus:
My true love has hair of gold,
And her eyes are verdant green
She’s the loveliest sight
My old eyes have every seen
Chorus:
Oh, the autumn time has come
and the leaves are gently falling
and the wild mountain thyme
grows around the purple heather
Chorus:
Oh, the summertime is coming
And thre trees are blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.
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7. |
The Fox
02:49
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The fox went out on a chilly night
He prayed for the moon to give him light
For he'd many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o
He'd many a mile to go that night, before he reached the town-o
He ran 'til he came to the farmer's pen
The ducks and the geese were kept therein
He said, a couple of you are gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o
Said a couple of you are gonna grease my chin, before I leave this town-o
He grabbed the great goose by the neck
And he threw a duck across his back
And he didn't mind the quack, quack
And the legs all dangling down-o, down-o, down-o
He didn't mind the quack, quack and the legs all dangling down-o
The old grey woman jumped out of bed
Out of the window she popped her head
Crying John, John, the great goose is gone
And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o
John, John, the great goose is gone and the fox is on the town-o
John he ran to the top of the hill
blew his horn both loud and shrill
the fox said "I'd better flee with my kill
for he'll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o"
the fox said "I'd better flee with my kill
for he'll soon be on my trail-o."
He ran 'til he came to his nice warm den
And there were the little ones, eight, nine, ten
Sayin Daddy, Daddy, better go back again
For it must be a might fine town-o, town-o, town-o
Daddy, Daddy, go back again for it must be mighty fine town-o
The fox and his wife, without any strife
Cut up the goose with a fork and a knife
They never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o
They never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones
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8. |
The Cavalier Song
01:58
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Oh…
I’m a Cavalier and I’m OK,
I wench all night and I fence all day.
It’s beer and ale I drink for lunch
I live on bread and brie.
On Wednesdays I go shopping,
And fight the bourgeoisie.
(refrain)
With dagger bright,
and rapier sharp,
I cut and thrust all day,
and when I take the war-field,
the cowards run away!
(refrain)
I eat and sleep and drink and wench,
Fight armies near and far.
I put on fancy clothing,
Then go pick fights in bars.
(refrain)
The ladies love my fancy clothes,
I have a nice Goatee,
my shirts have lacy collars
and sleeves that are poofy.
(refrain)
I sleep and eat and drink too much,
I buy lace by the yard.
I wish I’d been a doily,
Just like my dear Papa-rd.
(refrain)
(refrain)
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And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog.
All gone for beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinkin' gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander.
Where is me hat, me noggin' noggin' hat?
All gone for me beer and tobacco
For there's holes in the crown and the brim is droopin' down
And me scalp is lookin' out for fairer weather.
Where is me shirt, me noggin' noggin' shirt?
All gone for beer and tobacco
For the collar is all wore and the front it is all tore
And the tails are lookin' out for fairer weather
Where are me pants, me noggin' noggin' pants?
All gone for beer and tobacco
For the knees have lots of wear and the seat it has a tear
And me arse is lookin' out for fairer weather
Where are me boots, me noggin' noggin' boots?
All gone for beer and tobacco
For the soles are near worn out and the heels are kicked about
And me toes are lookin' out for fairer weather.
Where is me gold, me noggin noggin gold?
All gone for beer and tobacco
For I spent all me loot in a house of ill repute
And me purse is lookin' out for fairer weather.
Where are me dogs, me salty salty dogs?
All gone for beer and tobacco
For I can't find my crew and I don't know what to do
And me ship is headed out for fairer weather.
Where is me crew, my noggin' noggin' crew?
They're all gone for beer and tobacco.
For me mates have gone ashore and we don't want 'em no more
And me Cap'n's lookin' out for fairer weather.
Well I'm sick in me head and I haven't been to bed
Since I came ashore with me plunder
I've seen centipedes and snakes and I'm full of pains and aches
So I guess I'll make a path for way out yonder
And it's all for me brew, me jolly, jolly brew
All for me tea and espresso
For if I don't get my caffeine I get weak and sick and mean,
And me mug is lookin' out for fairer weather
I brought me dogs, 3 parrots and a frog
Just to buy my dear a tall espresso
But they made such a din that they wouldn't let me in
So I had to stand outside and brave the weather.
Where is me mug, me coffee coffee mug
All for me tea and espresso
For the sides are stained with crud and the bottom's full of mud
And the handle's looking out for fairer weather.
I love me dogs, me silly goofy dogs
I love my Fenris and me Grendel
I like to play with me boys and to give them lots of toys
And I spoil them rotten like I do their mother
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Some things in life are bad they can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse
When you've chewing an 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've 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
Come on always look on the bright 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 pice if 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
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