We're coming, we're coming, our brave little band
To drive all the fruit cake from this wicked land
Away, away with rum, by gum
With rum, by gum, with rum, by gum
Away, away with rum, by gum
That's the song of the Salvation Army
We're going to ban fruit cake, it's chock full of rum
Just one single bite puts a man on the bum
Away, away with rum...
A man who eats fruit cake is a terrible disgrace
He rolls in the gutter with crumbs on his face
Away, away with rum...
Can you imagine a more horrible sight
Than a man who eats fruit cake until he is tight?
Away, away with rum...
A man who eats fruit cake leads a terrible life
He's cruel to his children and beats up his wife
Away, away with rum...
A man who eats fruit cake dies a horrible death
With the odour of raisins and rum on his breath
Away, away with rum, by gum
With rum, by gum, with rum, by gum
Away, away with rum, by gum
That's the song of the Salvation Army
As I was a going over Kilgary Mountain
I met Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I drew forth my pistol and I rattled out my sabre
Saying, Stand and deliver for I am a bold deceiver
Mush-a-rigum-a-durum-dar
Whack fol di daddy-o
Whack fol di daddy-o
There's whisky in the jar
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
So I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She promised in her heart that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy
Mush-a-rigum-a-durum-da...
I went to Jenny's chamber for to take a little slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew my charges and filled them up with water
Then she fetched Captain Farrell just as fast as she could totter
Mush-a-rigum-a-durum-da...
'Twas early in the morning I was wakened from my napping
I beheld a band of footman and the wily, handsome captain
I reached for my pistols for to begin the slaughter
But I could not discharge them for I couldn't fire the water
Mush-a-rigum-a-durum-da...
I reached for my sabre but I found I hadn't any
Then I knew I had been taken by my darling sporting Jenny
And thus I did surrender, and a prisoner I was taken
And by a gay deceiver then I was all forsaken
Mush-a-rigum-a-durum-da...
If anyone can help me its my brother in the army
But I know not where he's stationed, be it Cork or in Killarney
If only I could find him we'd go roving in Kilkenny
And I know he'd treat me better than my darling sporting Jenny
Mush-a-rigum-a-durum-da...
Now some folks takes delight in their carriages a rolling
And others takes delight in the hurley and the bowling
But me I takes delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty women in the morning bright and early
Guitar chords for Kilgary Mountain
G Em
As I was going over Kilgary Mountain
C G Em
I met Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
G Em
I drew forth my pistol and I rattled out my sabre
C G
Saying, Stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver
D G
Mush-a-rigum-a-durum-dar, Whack fol di daddy-o
C G D G
Whack fol di daddy-o, there's whisky in the jar
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy/girl
And God I know I’m one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a gun
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s dead and gone
Now Mother tell my sister
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
With one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I’m going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going back to end my life
In the house of the Rising Sun
Guitar chords for The House of the Rising Sun
Am C D F
There is a house in New Or-leans
Am C E7
They call the Rising Sun
Am C D F
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy/girl
Am E7 Am. E7.
And God I know I’m one
By the waters, by the waters, by the waters of Babylon,
We sat down and wept, and wept, for thee Zion:
We remember, we remember, we remember thee Zion.
I like to rise when the sun she rises
Early in the morning
And I like to hear them small birds singing
Merrily upon their layland
And hurrah for the life of a country boy
And to ramble in the new-mown hay
In spring we sow, at the harvest mow
And that is how the seasons round they go
Oh but of all the times choose I may
'Twould be rambling in the new-mown hay
I like to rise when the sun she rises
Early in the morning
And I like to hear them small birds singing
Merrily upon their layland
And hurrah for the life of a country boy
And to ramble in the new-mown hay
In winter when the sky turns grey
We hedge and we ditch our lives away
But in the summer when the sun shines gay
We go rambling in the new-mown hay
I like to rise when the sun she rises
Early in the morning
And I like to hear them small birds singing
Merrily upon their layland
And hurrah for the life of a country boy
There's a low-down tavern where the boys all go
To see Queenie, the star of the burlesque show
But the highlight of the evening is when on the stage she trips
And the band plays the polka while she strips
Take'em off, take 'em off! Cry the boys at the back
Take'em off, take 'em off! Be your natural self
But Queenie is a lady and it's only pantomime
So she stops...... but only just in time
There's another side of Queenie that the boys don't see
She dreams of a cottage surrounded by trees
But the payment of the mortgage takes an awful lot of chips
So the band plays the polka while she strips
Take 'em off, take 'em off! Cry the boys at the back
Take 'em off, take 'em off! Be your natural self
But Queenie is a lady and it's only pantomime
So she stops...... but only just in time
Some day, Queenie will fall
Queenie, pride of them all
Some day, churchbells will chime...... .But only just in time!
[NO CHORUS]
Four jolly sailors, strolling on a steamboat
Taking the sea-breeze, sniffing at the air
Full steam astern now, arm in arm together
Four jolly tars are back to where they were
First couple lead down, second couple follow
First couple turn around, second make an arch
First couple under, chugging into Margate
And see how the sea breeze blows away the starch
Hands to the capstan, hitch your wagon to a star
Spinning on the quarter deck and getting in a whirl
Change to the other hand, round with her the other way
Now you're back in port again and smiling at your girl
Hands to your partner, isn't this a jolly step?
One, two, three; hop and round the other two
Spinning on your axis, one, two, three; hop
Cheerio to that old couple, welcome to the new
Geordie's lost 'is pinker
Geordie's lost 'is pinker
Geordie's lost 'is pinker
Doon the double ra'
It rolled right doon the cundie
It rolled right doon the cundie
It rolled right doon the cundie
Doon the double ra'
Geordie cou'na fetch it
Geordie cou'na fetch it
Geordie cou'na fetch it
Doon the double ra'
He's gan tar get a claithes prop
He's rammed it up the cundie
Still he cou'na fetch it
He's gan ter get a terrier
He's pushed him up the cundie
Still he cou'na fetch it
He's gan and got gunpowder
He's rammed it up the cundie
He's rammed it up the cundie
He's rammed it up the cundie
And he's blown down double ra'
Still cou'na getch it
Still cou'na getch it
Still cou'na getch it
And he's blown down double ra'
'Ywas in his bleddy pocket
'Ywas in his bleddy pocket
'Ywas in his bleddy pocket
And he's blown down double ra'
(To the tune of In and Out the Windows)
In eighteen hundred and eighty one
The American Railway was begun
The American Railway was begun
The Great American Railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches
Swinging switches
Dodging hitches
I was working on the Railway
Or
Patsy - atsy - or - ee - ay
Patsy - atsy - or - ee - ay
Patsy - atsy - or - ee - ay
The Great American Railway
In eighteen hundred and eighty two
I found myself with nothing to do
I found myself with nothing to do
Just beside the Railway
Chorus
In eighteen hundred and eighty three
The overseer accepted me
The overseer accepted me
For work upon the Railway
Chorus
In eighteen hundred and eighty four
My hands were tired and my feet were sore
My hands were tired and my feet were sore
From working on the Railway
Chorus
In eighteen hundred and eighty five
I found myself more dead than alive
From working on the Railway
Chorus
In eighteen hundred and eighty six
I trod on a bundle of dynamite sticks
I trod on a bundle of dynamite sticks
Just beside the Railway
Chorus
In eighteen hundred and eighty seven
I found myself half way to heaven
I found myself half way to heaven
Just above the Railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches
Swinging switches
Dodging hitches
I was working on the Railway
Or
Patsy - atsy - or - ee - ay
Patsy - atsy - or - ee - ay
Patsy - atsy - or - ee - ay
The Great American Railway
Awake, awake, the sun's on the hill
The dew is on the grass and you are lying still
Arise, arise for every shadow flies.
The morn is in the forests and the dew-washed skies .
With the sun awake now
Stir yourself and shake now
Song in every brake now
Call you back to life.
Awake! Awake! The sun is on the hill
The dew is on the grass and you are lying still