A song to sing
A la clair fontaine, m'en allant promener
J'ai trouver l'eau si claire, Que je m'y suis baigne Il y a longtemps que je t'aime, Jamais je ne t'oublierais
(Chorus)
Sous les feuilles d'un chene, Je me suis fait seche
Sur la plus haute branche un ressignol chantait
J'ai perdu mon amie, Sans l'avoir merite
Pour un bouquet de rosec, Que je lui refusais
My name is Jock Stewart and I'm a canny young man
And a rambling young fellow I've been
So be easy and free when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
I've got acres of land, I have men to command
And I've always a shilling to spare
So be easy and free when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
Come fill up your glasses of brandy or wine
And whatever the cost I will pay
So be easy and free when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
I take out my dog and with him I do shoot
All by the River Kildare
So be easy and free when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
Come fill up your glasses of brandy or wine
And whatever the cost I will pay
So be easy and free when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
C G C F My name is Jock Stewart and I'm a canny young man C G7 C G7 And a rambling young fellow I've bee-n, so be C G C F Easy and free when you're drinking with me, I'm a C G7 C Man you don't meet every-day C G7 C F So come fill up your glasses of brandy or wine C G7 C G7 Whatever the cost I will pa-y C G7 C F So be easy and free when you're drinking with me C G7 C I'm a man you don't meet every-day
I went to the animal fair
The birds and the beasts were there
The big baboon by the light of the moon
Was combing his auburn hair
The monkey fell out of his bunk
And slid down the elephant's trunk
The elephant sneezed and fell on its knees
And what became of the monkey?
On a wagon bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above him there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky
Now the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night
Donna, donna, donna, donna
Donna, donna, donna, do
Donna, donna, donna, donna
Donna, donna, donna, do
Stop complaining said the farmer
Who asked you a calf to be?
Why don't you have wings to fly with
Like the swallow so proud and free?
Now the winds are laughing...
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why
But whoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow, must learn to fly
Now the winds are laughing...
Am Em Am Em On a wagon bound for market Am Dm Am E Am There’s a calf with a mourn-ful eye Am Em Am Em High above him there’s a swallow Am Dm Am E Am.....G Winging swiftly through the sky G C Now the winds are laughing G C They laugh with all their might G C Am Laugh and laugh the whole day through E Am And half the summers night (singing softly) E Am Donna, donna, donna, donna G C Donna, donna, donna do E Am Donna, donna, donna, donna E Am Donna, donna, donna do
Fare thee well old Joe Clark, fare thee well, I'm gone
Fare thee well old Joe Clark, and goodbye Betsy Brown
I used to live on the mountain top, now I live in the town
Staying at a boarding house and courting Betsy Brown
Fare thee well old Joe Clark...
Old Joe had a yellow cat, could neither sing nor pray
She stuck her head in a buttermilk jug and washed her sins away
Fare thee well old Joe Clark...
When I was a little boy, I used to want a knife
Now I am a bigger boy, I only want a wife
Fare thee well old Joe Clark...
When I was a little girl, I used to play with toys
Now I am a bigger girl, I only play with boys
Fare thee well old Joe Clark...
I wish I was a sugar-tree, standing in the middle of town
Every time a pretty girl passed, I'd shake some sugar down
Fare thee well old Joe Clark...
If I had a sweetheart, I'd sit her on the shelf
And every time she smiled at me, I'd get up there myself
Fare thee well old Joe Clark, fare thee well, I'm gone
Fare thee well old Joe Clark, and goodbye Betsy Brown
There's no more whales in the cold grey sea
Iker vile, Iker vile, Iker vile
Writhing to death in agony
Iker vile, Iker vile, Iker vile
No more sounding to harpoons flood
No more glows of bright red blood
There's no more blubber in the cleansing tub
Iker vile, Iker vile, Iker vile
In Norway, Russia, and Japan
Iker vile, Iker vile, Iker vile
There's murder at the hands of man
Iker vile, Iker vile, Iker vile
From Greenland to the coast of Perth
The largest mammal on the earth
is slaughtered before it can give birth
Iker vile, Iker vile, Iker vile
There's no more whales in the early morn
Iker vile, Iker vile, Iker vile
Cruising for crill on the craggy horn
Iker vile, Iker vile, Iker vile
Mammoths with their giant sperm
Knew no fear, so never run
Their fight for life just never begun
Iker vile, Iker vile, Iker vile
The white, the finn, the giant blue
Iker vile, Iker vile, Iker vile
The humpback and the cachalot too
Iker vile, Iker vile, Iker vile
For ambergris and blubber and bones
Where hunted from their ocean homes
And all their fertile breeding zones
Iker vile, Iker vile, Iker vile
I hoped I'd never hear this cry
Iker vile, Iker vile, Iker vile
The last great whale is here to die
Iker vile, Iker vile, Iker vile
Gentle giant of the finn
Forty tons with larger kin
In two hundred years man's finished him
Iker vile, Iker vile, Iker vile
When I was a young man my father did say
The summer 'tis coming, it's time to make hay
But when hay is brought in don't you never fail
To drink your good health with a pint of good ale
Ale, ale, glorious ale
Served up in pewter it tells its own tale
Some folks like radishes, some curly kale
But gives I boiled parsnips and a good dish of 'taters
And a lump of fatty bacon, and a pint of good ale
Now takes them teetotallers as drinks water neat
It must rot their toeses and give them damp feet
But the young men of England well they'll never fail
With boiled beef and carrots and a pint of good ale
Ale, ale, glorious ale
Served up in pewter it tells its own tale
Some folks like radishes, some curly kale
But gives I boiled parsnips and a good dish of 'taters
And a lump of fatty bacon, and a pint of good ale
Our MP's off to parliament, our laws for to keep
And now that we've put 'im there I hopes he don't sleep
But he'll always get my vote if he'll never fail
To bring down the price of a pint of good ale
Ale, ale, glorious ale
Served up in pewter it tells its own tale
Some folks like radishes, some curly kale
But gives I boiled parsnips and a good dish of 'taters
And a lump of fatty bacon, and a pint of good ale
I don't want your millions, Mister
I don't want your diamond ring
All I want is the right to live, Mister
Give me back my job again
I don't want your Rolls Royce, Mister
I don't want your pleasure yacht
All I want is food for my babies
Give to me my old job back
I don't want your millions, Mister...
We worked to build this country, Mister
While you enjoyed a life of ease
You've stolen all that we built, Mister
Now our children starve and freeze
I don't want your millions, Mister...
Think me dumb if you wish, Mister
Call me green or blue or red
This one thing I know for sure, Mister
My hungry children must be fed
I don't want your millions, Mister...
Take the two opposing parties
No difference in them I can see
But with a Farmer Labour party
We could set the people free
So I don't want your millions, Mister
I don't want your diamond ring
All I want is the right to live, Mister
Give me back my job again
Jim Garland
C ...C7 I don't want your millions, Mister F G7sus4, G7 I don't want your diamond ring F C All I want is the right to live, Mister G7sus4,G7 C Give me back my job a-gain
'Tis a gift to be simple, 'tis a gift to be free
'Tis a gift to come down where we ought to be
And when we are in the place just right
We will be in the valley of love and delight
When true simplicity is gained
To bow and to bend we will not be ashamed
To turn, to turn 'twill be our delight
Till by turning, turning we come out right
I gotta robe, you gotta robe, all God's children gotta robe
When I get to heaven gonna put on my robe
I'm gonna walk all over God's heaven, heaven, heaven
Everybody talking 'bout heaven and goin' there, heaven, heaven
I'm gonna walk all over God's heaven
I got shoes, you got shoes, all God's children got shoes
When I get to heaven gonna put on my shoes
I'm gonna dance all over God's heaven, heaven, heaven
Everybody talking 'bout heaven and goin' there, heaven, heaven
I'm gonna dance all over God's heaven
I gotta song, you gotta song, all God's children gotta song
When I get to heaven gonna sing my song
I'm gonna sing all over God's heaven, heaven, heaven
Everybody talking 'bout heaven and goin' there, heaven, heaven
I'm gonna sing all over God's heaven
I gotta harp, you gotta harp, all God's children gotta harp
When I get to heaven gonna play my harp
I'm gonna walk all over God's heaven, heaven, heaven
Everybody talking 'bout heaven and goin' there, heaven, heaven
I'm gonna play all over God's heaven
I got wings, you got wings, all God's children got wings
When I get to heaven gonna put on my wings
I'm gonna fly all over God's heaven, heaven, heaven
Everybody talking 'bout heaven and goin' there, heaven, heaven