‘One for St. Patrick’
 written by Alan Kelly

As the sun began to rise slowly on the street
I awoke to roaring smells of barley, rye and wheat
With a look to see the old town washed in green from here to Bray
It’s time to book a few days off of work…It’s St. Patrick’s Day.

Chorus
We’re rollin out the GUINNESS kegs and cleaning down the taps
The boys are tuning fiddles up nearly ready for St. Patrick’s Day
We’ll drink a drop of porter lads and a song or two to sing
And teach the young wild rovers how to bring… St. Patrick’s Day in.

It’s a time of reminiscing for the Irish food creation
And taste a drop of mountain due, it’s magic in the making
But in content ness here we sit with crisps to beat the band
And wash them down with Arthur’s help and Irish… life is grand

(Chorus)

We’ll dance the siege of Ennis underneath the flag of green
We’ll sing her songs and stories from New York to Dooneen
We’ll drink with Captain Farrell and taste whiskey in the jar
And hope that roving Jenny doesn’t push…her luck to far

(Chorus)

So here’s to roving Irish men wherever you may stray
Remember that these thoughts of home are never far away
That glorious green emerald of the sea she’s here to stay
So touch a glass, remember her, enjoy…St. Patrick’s Day

(Chorus)

(Repeat Chorus)

Whiskey in the Jar
Traditional

As I was a goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and  then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver

Chorus:
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'o
whack for the daddy 'o
there's whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I brought it home to Jenny
She swore then that she loved me and never would she leave me
But the devil take that women for you know she tricked me easy

(Chorus)

I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
But Jenny found me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter


(Chorus)

If anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army
If I can find his station whether in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go a rovin' we’ll go rollin through Killkenny
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than me darling sporting Jenny

(Chorus)

The Chandler Shop
Traditional

As I went into the chandler's shop some candles for to buy,
I went inside the chandler's shop but no one could I spy.
Now I was disappointed and some angry words I said,
When I heard the sound of a (knock,knock,knock) a right above me head. (2x)

Well I was quick and I was thick, so up the stairs I fled,
And very surprised was I to find the chandler's wife in bed;
And with her was another man of quite considerable size,
And they were having a (knock,knock,knock)  a right before my eyes. (2x)

Well when the fun was over and done and the lady raised her head,
And very surprised was she to find me standing by the bed.
"If you will leave discreetly, boy, if you would be so kind,
Why don’t you come up for some (knock,knock,knock) whenever your feeling fine."
(2x)

So, many a night and many a day when the chandler wasn't home,
To get myself some candles to the chandler's shop I'd roam.
But never the one she’d give to me, she’d give to me instead,
A little bit more of the (knock,knock,knock) to light me way to bed. (2x)

So, come all you married men take heed, if ever you go to town,
And if you leave your wife alone, be sure to tie her down.
And if you’ll be kind to her, just tie her down there on the floor,
And give her so much of the (knock,knock,knock) she doesn't need any more.
(2x)

Black and White Pictures
Written by Alan Kelly

The first snowflake falls on the hardened cold street at a bar in old Dublin town
It’s soft as the rose and as white as the lily not like the faces there inside the crowd
Some battered, some bruised, some frail and some old and some who’ve surrendered the fight
One with a smile and more with a tear in their eyes on this cold Christmas night

You see life’s not all sober with men not all right and women who’ve loosened to fall
Their young boys and girls are not tucked up in bed they’re freezing outside in the world
While mammy and daddy keep their bellies warm with mind numbing whiskey and port
And twenty years on they’ll double their dose when little Molly is stoned up in court

(Chorus)
Life’s not all black and white pictures and love songs
Life holds the pinch for the rose by the thorn
There’s booze and there’s war and there’s life lost and kids on the wrong side
Who are wondering why their young dreaming is neglected and worn

But some soldier on and they harden the cold and they warm up the hearts of the world
And when mammy and daddy are old and they’re gray for life has their youth left unfurled
That child will fight on to warm up their hearts not with mind numbing booze but with faith
The faith in the rose that can shelter the thorn for their cold formed the gentle snowflake

(Chorus)

I’m falling to pieces, over you.
So many pieces, you know it’s true.
Falling to pieces, I’m slipping through
In so many pieces
Won’t you take me home
Won’t you take me home
Where I belong.

My sole’s in mourning, just for you
The pain is soaring, through the roof
But the wheel aint turning it’s stuck on two
While my heart is burning
Just for you
Take me home
Take me home
Where I belong

I’m building bridges over you
Living on ledges over you
I can’t see the edges over you
I’m falling from graces
Just for you
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
Where I belong to you
Where I belong to you
Where I belong (x2)
To you.

I’ll Tell Me Ma (Trad)

I'll tell my ma when I get home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair and stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the Belle of Belfast city
She is a courtin' one, two, three,
Please won't you tell me who is she
Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fightin' for her
Knock at the door and ring at the bell,
Saying oh my true love, are you well
Out she comes as white as snow,
Rrings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ould Johnny Morrissey says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie,
She'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she goes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

I've been a wild rover for many's the year
I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay
Such a customer like yours I can have any day

And it's No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's legs opened wide with delight
She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best
She unbuttoned her shirt and she showed me her chest

And it's No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And, when they've caressed me as oft times before
I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more