Song 346: "The Bonnie Ship the Diamond"

The Diamond is a ship, my lads
For the Davis Strait we’re bound
The quay it is all garnished
With bonnie lasses 'round
Captain Thompson gives the order
To sail the ocean wide
Where the sun it never sets, my lads
Nor darkness dims the sky

And it’s cheer up my lads
Let your hearts never fail
For the bonnie ship the Diamond
Goes a-fishing for the whale


Along the quay at Peterhead
The lasses stand around
Wi' their shawls all pulled around them
And the salt tears runnin' down
Don’t you weep, my bonnie wee lass
Though you be left behind
For the rose will grow on Greenland’s ice
Before we change our mind

Here’s a health to the Resolution
Likewise the Eliza Swan
Three cheers for the Battler of Montrose
And the Diamond, ship of fame
We wear the trousers o' the white
The jackets o' the blue
When we get back to Peterhead
We’ll have sweethearts enou'

It will be bright both day and night
When the Greenland lads come hame
Our ship full up with oil, my lads
And money to our name
We’ll make the cradles for to rock
And the blankets for to tear
And every lass in Peterhead sing
"Hushabye, my dear"

Song 345: "Gintlemen's Club" - The Dreadnoughts

Along the lanes of London city
Drury Lane, here we go again
We convene this fine committee
Drury Lane, here we go again
Me sons and daughters
the juniper and water
Will lead you from the slaughter
Sit down with the Gintlemen

Oh Laaa la la la laa la laa la la laaa
La la laa la la laa la la laa
We'll all be happy 'till we die
Gintlemen's Club, hoo aye!


Mother Mary, Aphrodite, Shiva
Drury Lane, here we go again
Won't stand up to fair Lady Geneva
Drury Lane, here we go again
Friend, I will submit this
God may be your witness
But she's your daily fitness
Sit down with the Gintlemen

When you need a topping for your wages
Drury Lane, here we go again
When you'll all be nipping at your cages
Drury Lane, here we go again
Come, you wretched creatures
the evening's triple feature
Let Old Tom be your teacher
Sit down with the Gintlemen

Along the lanes of London city
Drury Lane, here we go again
We convene this fine committee
Drury Lane, here we go again
Me sons and daughters
the juniper and water
Will lead you from the slaughter
Sit down with the Gintlemen

We'll all be happy 'till we die
Gintlemen's Club, OOH AYE!!!

Song 344: "Liverpool Packet"

She’s a Liverpool packet
Oh, Lord let her go!
Bound away – ho! – Bound away – ho!
Through the ice, sleet and snow
She’s a Liverpool packet, oh Lord let her go

 
At the Liverpool docks at the break of day
I saw a flash packet bound west far away
She was bound for the west, where the wild waters flow
 
Oh the time of her sailing is now drawing nigh
Stand by all you lovers we’ll wish you goodbye
With a pair of clean heels to you now we will show
 
And now we’re a-leavin’ the sweet salthouse docks
All the boy and the girls on the pierhead do flock
All the boy and the girls they are shouting hurrah
 
And now we’re a-waiting in the Mersey so free
A-waiting the tugboat to tow us to sea
And we’ll round the Rock Light where the salt tides do flow
 
Now she’s home, haul your big topsails hold out your jib sheets
Oh she’s home for the night boys you’ll get no damn sleep
Come aft now god damn yours, come aft make a show
 
And now we’re a-sailin’ down the wild Irish Sea
Our passengers are merry, and their hearts full of glee
Our sailors like tigers they walk to and fro
 
And now we’re a-sailin‘ the Atlantic so wide
And the hands are now ordered to scrub the ship’s side
Now then, holystone boyos, ther bosun do blow
 
And now we are off the banks of Newfoundland
Where the bottom all fishes and fine yello’ sand
And the fishes they sing as they swim to and fro

And now we’re arriving in old New York town
We’re bound for the Bowery, and let sorrows drown
With our gals and our beer, me boys, we’ll let the song flow

Song 343: "The World" - The Family Crest

Build yourself an empty home
Mold it out of soot and stone
Hide your little love away
Keep it from the light of day
Oh! 'Cause all the things that he can do
Love, here he cannot hurt you no more

But when you go
I hope you know
That the world's just not the same

Move away into the night
Pull the curtains up so tight
Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh!
Hold yourself off from the sun
Hide away from everyone
'Cause all the things that he can do
Well, here he cannot hurt you

Sometimes you break the mold
Sometimes your heart is cold
Set away, set away, set away with your demons
Here dear, you must stay clear of his heart

'Cause he threw it like a stone
Through your windows
And I really hope you know
That we hope that you'll come back around

And I hope you know
That when you let go
Oh well, the world,
The world, here,
Will heal another one

And I hope you know
That when you let go
Oh well, the world,
The world, here,
Will heal another one

And I hope you know
That when you let go
Oh well, the world,
The world, here,
Will heal another one

Song 342: "Garb of Old Gaul"

In the garb of old Gaul with the fire of old Rome,
From the heath cover'd mountains of Scotia we come,
Where the Roman's endeavour'd our country to gain,
But our ancestors fought, and they fought not in vain.

Such our love of liberty, our country and our laws,
That like our ancestors of old, we stand by freedom's cause,
We'll bravely fight like heroes bright for honour and applause
And defy the French with all their arts to alter our laws.


No effeminate customs our sinews unbrace,
No luxurious tables enervate our race;
Our loud sounding pipe breathes the true martial strain
And our hearts still the old Scottish valour retain.

As a storm in the ocean when Boreas blows,
So are we enrag'd when we rush on our foes,
We sons of the mountains tremendous as rocks,
Dash the force of our foes with our thundering strokes.

We're tall as the oak on the mount of the vale,
Are as swift as the roe which the hound doth assail;
As the full moon in autumn our shields do appear,
Minerva would dread to encounter our spear.

Quebec and Cape Breton, the pride of old France,
In their troops fondly boasted till we did advance,
But when our claymores they saw us produce,
Their courage did fail and they sued for a truce.

In our realm may the fury of faction long cease;
May our councils be wise and our commerce increase,
And in Scotia's cold climate may each of us find
That our friends still prove true, and our beauties prove kind.

Then we'll defend our liberty, our country and our laws,
And teach our late posterity to fight for freedom's cause,
That like our bold ancestors for honour and applause
May defy the French with all their arts to alter our laws.

Song 341: "Wonderland" -AlicebanD

Every lining has a cloud
To wrap around and pull it down
This public spirit takes its toll
Written words go down the hole
Rusty rabbits punching in
And checking out and checking in
And I can't speak I'm far too late
But follow me, please, through this gate

Alice, Alice can't you see?
You eat too much before you think
And wash it all down with a drink
Now watch your hands begin to shrink


The walrus and the carpenter
Have made a plan and writ it down
And when the Jabberwock comes by
The oysters cry and so do I
Cats and cards and smoke arrive
And watch your silly men go by
And through it all you chit and chat,
Take your lessons from a cat (Meow!)

Alice, Alice…

Smoking shishes on a stool
A pretty thing, "You're pretty small"
And standing tall you take a bow
And move around throughout the clouds
Dogs are baying pretty songs
You don't try to sing along
For if you do you might be dead!
Queen's around who wants your head!

Alice, Alice…

You mean nothing to me
Nothing to me
Nothing to me
You mean nothing to me
Nothing to me
Nothing to me
She means nothing to me, yeah
I should've been seen, yeah!
I should've been seen!

Every lining has a cloud
To wrap around and pull it down
This public spirit takes its toll
Written words go down the hole
Rusty rabbits punching in
And checking out and checking in
And I can't speak I'm far too late
But follow me, please, through this gate

Alice, Alice…

Song 340: "La llorona" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

Yo quiero matar mi pena
pero mi pena no me abandona.
Por algo canto esta zamba
que han de llamar la llorona.
Por algo canto esta zamba
que han de llamar la llorona.

Sollozan junto a sus nidos
las palomitas con sentimiento.
Igual que esas avecitas
yo al aire doy mis lamentos.
Igual que esas avecitas
yo al aire doy mis lamentos.

¿Dónde te has ido,
Paloma mía?
¿Adónde están las promesas
que me juraste aquel día?
¿Adónde están las promesas
que me juraste aquel día?

La zamba que voy cantando
va despertando las alegrías.
No saben que en ella canto
las propias desdichas mías.
No saben que en ella canto
las propias desdichas mías.

Por más que ocultar yo quiero
los mil pesares que me atormentan.
llorando van las guitarras
y ellas por mi se lamentan.
llorando van las guitarras
y ellas por mi se lamentan.

¿Dónde te has ido?
¿Quién te a llevado?
Mi corazón día y noche
Como el crespín te a llamado.
Mi corazón día y noche
Como el crespín te a llamado.

("crespín": ave de la selva del norte argentino)

Song 339: "Cider Road" - The Dreadnoughts

Top down, straight in
That's the way you want to win
Head down, play nice
All the way to paradise
Scraping and staggering
Until the bitter end
Oh friend, I've seen it all before
To you I implore
The only way to death
Is through the apple tree
Life is a lady's breath
Life is a mystery
Along this sacred way
We wander every day
Tehran to Tennessee
Do you want a piece of me now?

I am the Cider King
I am the Whiskey Lord
I am everything
Here we go!
Right along the Cider Road

I am the one
Walking beneath the sun
Condemned and free
For all eternity
I've watched your cities rise
And fall into the dust
In hatred, larceny and lust
Join in if you must
But you must remember me
When the moon is in the trees
When all your castles turn
To penitentiaries
Along this sacred way
We wander every day
Tehran to Tennessee
Do you want a piece of me now?

I am the Cider King
I am the Whiskey Lord
I am everything
Here we go!
Right along the Cider
Here we go!
Right along the Cider Road

Here we go!

The only way to death
Is through the apple tree
Life is a lady's breath
Life is a mystery
Along this sacred way
We wander every day
Tehran to Tennessee
Do you want a piece of me now?

I am the Cider King
I am the Whiskey Lord
I am everything
Here we go!
Right along the Cider
Here we go!
Right along the Cider
Here we go!
Right along the Cider Road
Oooh!

Song 338: "Isla Waters" - Silly Wizard

I have funds tae buy me whiskey
Monie funds tae call my ain
But if I should get to fu' o' water
Wha's the man that would carry me hame?

And if I be dround in the Isla Waters
Hou the deuce would I win Hame?
If I be drounk in the Isla Waters
My wee doggie would find me in the Isla stream.

Ilka day I cross that water
Aye she's brackent wi' the sea
But if there is o' ale-hous laughter
Daurk an' still she waits on me.

Like the fisher's line that's brawken
Leaves the salmon tae the swell
Monie's the nicht ye'll fan' me souken
But ye brak the line yersel.

Aa' my days I've lived the quarter
Baud and bonnie fine stuff I've seen
But should I droun in your water
My wee doggie would find me in the Isla Stream.

Song 337: "Achilles in the Trenches" - Patrick Shaw-Stewart

I saw a man this morning
Who did not wish to die
I ask, and cannot answer,
If otherwise wish I.

Fair broke the day this morning
Against the Dardanelles;
The breeze blew soft, the morn's cheeks
Were cold as cold sea-shells.

But other shells are waiting
Across the Aegean sea,
Shrapnel and high explosive,
Shells and hells for me.

O hell of ships and cities,
Hell of men like me,
Fatal second Helen,
Why must I follow thee?

Achilles came to Troyland
And I to Chersonese:
He turned from wrath to battle,
And I from three days' peace.

Was it so hard, Achilles,
So very hard to die?
Thou knewest and I know not—
So much the happier I.

I will go back this morning
From Imbros over the sea;
Stand in the trench, Achilles,
Flame-capped, and shout for me.

Song 336: "Paulina" - The Dreadnoughts

Awake tonight in the silence of the moon
Awake tonight, and I know she's coming soon
She's coming soon
The ghost of fair Paulina

I followed you 'till my shoes were rotting thin
I followed you for what you could have been
You could have been
My only Seraphima
Pallas Athena
Soren K. and his Regina

Now I have seen the deepest blue
And nothing else will do
Just you

Paulina, Paulina, Paulina
I've seen better days
Paulina, Paulina, Paulina
Since you gone away

I watched the days reflected in your eyes
The summer passed and leaves began to die
Began to die, why oh why Paulina

Heart in my throat, my little fingers crossed
I delayed, and that is how I lost
Oh how I lost
My only Seraphima
Mea Regina
Ulysses and Athena

Now I have seen the deepest blue
And nothing else will do
Just you

Paulina, Paulina, Paulina
I've seen better days
Paulina, Paulina, Paulina
Since you gone away

Song 335: "Clear Away the Track"

Oh The sweetest packet ye can find                         
Ah Hey Ah Ho! Are you most done
Is the Old Wildcat of the Swallowtail Line
So clear away the track and let the bulgine run

To me Hey Rig-a-jig, in a jaunting car 
Ah Hey Ah Ho Are you most done
With Eliza Lee all on my knee 
So clear away the track and let the bulgine run


O the Old Wildcat of the Swallowtail Line
She's never a day behind her time

O we're outward bound for New York Town
Them bowery gals we'll waltz around

Oh the girls are walking on the pier!
Let's go on ashore and drink lots'a beer

O them bowery gals will give us fun
Chatham Street dives is home from home

When we've stowed our freight at the West Street Pier
It's home to Liverpool then we'll steer

When we all gets back to Liverpool town  
I'll stand ye whiskies all around

O heave a pawl, O bear a hand
Just one more pull and make her stand

O when I gets home across the sea
Eliza will you marry me

Song 334: "Scotland the Brave"

Hark when the night is falling
Hear! hear the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling,
Down thro' the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.

Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards gloriously wave,
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart forever,
Scotland the brave.


High in the misty Highlands,
Out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat
Beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you,
Staunch are the friends that greet you,
Kind as the love that shines from fair maiden's eyes.

Far off in sunlit places,
Sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the kiss
Of sweet Scottish rain.
Where tropic skies are beaming,
Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.

Song 333: "Le tengo rabia al silencio" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

Le tengo rabia al silencio
por todo lo que perdí.
Que no se quede callado
Quien quiera vivir feliz.

Un día monté a caballo,
Y en la selva me metí,
Y sentí que un gran silencio
Crecía dentro de mí.

Hay silencio en mi guitarra
Cuando canto el yaraví,
Y lo mejor de mi canto
Se queda dentro de mí.

Cuando el amor me hizo señas,
Todo entero me encendí.
Y á fuerza de ser callado,
Callado me consumí.

Le tengo rabia al silencio
Por todo lo que perdí,
Que no se quede callado
Quien quiera vivir feliz.

Song 332: "The Port of Call" - Battlefield Band

You lived your life in service
Apprenticed long enough
And you've learnt to love the ocean
Both becalmed and deadly rough

Still you wait in patient silence
For some long abandoned ship
To call you up for duty
For one more longed-for trip

Still Henry comes to see you
And helps to dry your tears
With his love of country music
And half a dozen beers

And he takes you from your sorrow
And he takes you on the town
Says, "If you can't forget the ocean,
There's danger you might drown"

No sixty year old sailor
Is wanted on the sea
And no forty years of sailing
Will get them to agree
No twenty years of reasoning
Will ever make them see
And no amount of money
Will ever set you free

But Henry's young and happy
He can only do so much
And you realise he's losing you
When you start losing touch

In this dirty, smoky barroom
You stare blindly at your past
And you see the ghost of every coast
Appearing in your glass

And you did your bit for Europe
For your king and your country
But they soon forgot your sacrifice
In the wake of victory

And these empty bottles ask you,
Was it peace or was it war,
Was it love or just frustration,
That brought you down so far?

No sixty year old sailor
Is wanted on the sea
And no forty years of sailing
Will get them to agree
No twenty years of reasoning
Will ever make them see
And no amount of money
Will ever set you free

And all those years of waiting
Were they worth it after all
When there's only one more voyage
Just one more port of call?

Song 331: "Helvegen" - Wardruna

Kven skal synge meg
i daudsvevna slynge meg
når eg Helvegen går
og dei spora eg trår
er kalde, så kalde

Eg songane søkte
Eg songane sende
då den djupaste brunni
gav meg dråper så ramme
av Valfaders pant

Alt veit eg, Odin
kvar du auge løynde

Kven skal synge meg
i daudsvevna slynge meg
når eg Helvegen går
og dei spora eg trår
er kalde, så kalde

Årle ell i dagars hell
enn veit ravnen om eg fell

Når du ved helgrindi står
og når du laus deg må rive
skal eg fylgje deg
yver gjallarbruni med min song

Du blir løyst frå banda som bind deg
Du er løyst frå banda som batt deg

Deyr fé
deyja frændr
deyr sjalfr it sama
en orðstírr
deyr aldregi
hveim er sér góðan getr

Deyr fé
deyja frændr
deyr sjalfr it sama
ek veit einn
at aldrei deyr
dómr um dauðan hvern

Who will sing me,
in the deathsleep sweep me?
On the road to Hel
When the tracks I trod
are cold, so cold

I sought the songs
I sent the songs
Then the deepest well
offered drops so strong
of Valfaders pledge

I know Odin
Where you hid your eye

Who will sing me,
in the deathsleep sweep me?
On the road to Hel
When the tracks I trod
are cold, so cold

Early or in the fading day
The raven knows where I lay

When you stand at the gate of Hel
And when you have to tear free
I will follow you
Past the bridge of Gjöll with my song

You become free from the bonds that bind you!
You are free from the bonds that bound you!

[Hávamál 76, 77]
Cattle die,
and kinsmen die,
And so one dies one's self;
But a noble name
will never die,
If good renown one gets.

Cattle die,
and kinsmen die,
And so one dies one's self;
One thing now
that never dies,
The fame of a dead man's deeds.

Song 330: "Paddy Doyle's Boots/Randy Dandy O!"

To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
We'll pay Paddy Doyle for his boots!
To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
We'll all throw muck at the cook!

To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
We'll all shave under the chin!
To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
We'll all drink brandy and gin!

To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
The dirty ol' man's on the poop!
To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
We'll bouse her up and be done!

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Now we are ready to head for the Horn,
Way, hey, roll an' go!
Our boots an' our clothes boys are all in the pawn,
Timme rollickin' randy dandy O!

Heave a pawl, oh, heave away,
Way, hey, roll an' go!
The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored,
Timme rollickin' randy dandy O!

Sing goodbye to Sally an' goodbye to Sue,
For we are the boy-os who can kick 'er through.

Soon we'll be warping her out through the locks,
Where the pretty young gals all come down in their flocks,

Come breast the bars, bullies, an' heave her away,
Soon we'll be rollin' her 'way down the Bay,

Oh, man the stout caps'n an' heave with a will,
Soon we'll be drivin' her 'way down the hill.

Heave away, bullies, ye parish-rigged bums,
Take yer hands from yer pockets and don't suck yer thumbs.

Roust 'er up, bullies, the wind's drawin' free,
Let's get the glad-rags on an' drive 'er to sea.

We're outward bound for Vallipo Bay,
Get crackin', m' lads, 'tis a hell o' a way!

Song 329: "La Vida" - Calle 13

Uno nace mientras el planeta gira
Los pulmones abren, la nariz respira
Escuchamos al mundo con todo su alboroto
Los párpados suben y los ojos tiran fotos

Y salimos de la cuna para dormir en la cama
Nos crecen los brazos como crecen las ramas
Como crecen las hojas nos crecen las manos
Como crecen los días cuando madruga temprano

Los segundos los minutos y las horas germinan
Así como los días empiezan y terminan
Los meses se disfrazan según el meridiano
Otoño, invierno, primavera, verano

Y se ajusta el camino a nuestros pasos
Así como el agua se adapta a su vaso
Nuestro corazón se aclimata a la altura
Y nos adaptamos a cualquier aventura

Pueden sumar con prisa pueden restar con calma
Da igual porque las matemáticas no tienen alma
Aunque calculemos todo y le pongamos nombre propio
Nuestro espíritu no lo pueden ver los microscopios

Nadie se puede acobardar
Nacimos siendo valientes porque respirar es arriesgar
Este es el momento de agarrar el impulso
Las emociones las narra nuestro pulso

Respira el momento
Respira el momento
En nuestra galaxia la historia se expande
Desde lo más simple hasta lo más grande


Crecimos junto a los cuerpos celestes
Somos el norte, sur, este y oeste
Somos la tierra con todas sus huellas
Una súper nova entre todas las estrellas

Absorbemos la luz de los rayos
Mientras la clorofila navega por los tallos
Los grados y centígrados calientan los termómetros
A 150 millones de kilómetros

Hay una vía láctea repleta de neuronas
Porque reproducimos más ideas que personas
No somos pequeños, ni muy grandes tampoco
Somos muchos y también somos pocos

Somos el golpe cuando aterriza
Y también somos la piel cuando cicatriza
La muerte nunca nos venció, porque todo lo que muere
Es por que alguna vez nació

Respira el momento
Respira el momento
En nuestra galaxia la historia se expande
Desde lo más simple hasta lo más grande


Lengua, beso, boca, labio
Niño, joven, viejo, sabio
Calvo, rizo, pelo lacio
Techo, casa, cielo, espacio

Sexo, orgasmo se humedece
Quizás, nunca, siempre, a veces
Libro, letra, cuento, narra
Ron con hielo, trago, barra

Tres millones de latidos en un periodo mensual
Caminamos dando 10 mil pasos en un día normal

Crudo, hervido, asado, frito
Guerra, iglesia, rezo, grito
Muy poquito, demasiado
Corro, vuelo, salto, nado

Puede llegar algún día el colmo de la biología
Vivir con sangre caliente pa' morir a sangre fría

Respira el momento
Respira el momento
En nuestra galaxia la historia se expande
Desde lo más simple hasta lo más grande

Song 328: "Poor Michael" - The Dreadnoughts

There were two blackbirds up a tree
Hauling up the yarris line!
Says one of them, "What do I see?"
Up the line,
Up the line!
"What's fallen down into the sand?
"What tries in vain to sit or stand?
"A chunk of mineral through its knee?"
Poor Michael's up to Calvary

Says the other one, "Now I did hear,"
Hauling up the yarris line?
"In Normandy that's voice ran clear,"
Up the line,
Up the line!
Says, "That will live in Gayperry
"Singing, swinging on a spree, "And kiss them French maids, one, two, three!"
Poor Michael's up to Calvary

That flew away with a multitude
Hauling up the yarris line!
And joined a bold and cheery crew
Up the line,
Up the line!
They slept in mud and wind and rain
Cursed the cold and cried in pain
Were cut down like these rowan trees
Poor Michael's up to Calvary

"My memory it does reveal,"
Hauling up the yarris line!
"That's father marching through this field"
Up the line,
Up the line!
"He's come to join his daddy dear,
"To lie down and to disappear,
"Well such a wonderful progeny!"
Poor Michael's up to Calvary

Song 327: "Riddles Wisely Expounded (Child 1)"

There were three sisters in the north
Lay the bend to the bonny broom
And they lived in their mother's house
And you'll beguile a lady soon

There came a man one evening late
And he came knocking at the gate

The eldest sister let him in
And locked the door with a silver pin

The second sister made his bed
And laid soft pillows 'neath his head

The youngest sister, fair and bright
She lay beside him all through the night

And in the morning, come the day
She said, "Young man, will you marry me?"

And he said, "Yes, I'll marry thee
If you can answer this to me"

"What is greener than the grass?
And what is smoother than the glass?"

"What is louder than a horn?
And what is sharper than a thorn?"

"What is deeper than the sea?
And what is longer than the way?"

"Envy's greener than the grass
Flattery's smoother than the glass"

"Rumor's louder than a horn
Slander's sharper than a thorn"

"Regret is deeper than the sea
But love is longer than the way"

The eldest sister rang the bell
She rang it from the highest hill

The second sister made the gown
She sewed it of the silk so fine

The youngest sister, true and wise
They've made of her a lovely bride

And now fair maids, I bid adieu
These parting words I'll leave with you

May you always constant prove
Unto the one that you do love