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Constitution Hill
01:58
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Come, people, and listen to Liberty's song
It's time we were righting a very old wrong
While the fiddlers and flunkies in Congress they play
The rights of the people are fading away
Climbing, climbing, time we were climbing
Climbing Constitution Hill
They'll treat us like fools until we write the rules
And we're climbing Constitution Hill
Come all you young people and listen to me
It's time to stand up and make history
Put down your distractions the clamor it mounts
It's time to hold all the old men to account
Climbing, climbing, time we were climbing
Climbing Constitution Hill
We're not asking for favors, we'll be our own saviors
And climb up Constitution Hill
Come Senators, Congressmen, please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For there'll be no trust or rule by consent
'Til the people are sovereign in Government
Climbing, climbing, time we were climbing
Climbing Constitution Hill
If they won't just won't budge, then we'll give it a nudge
And we're climbing Constitution Hill
Climbing, climbing, time we were climbing
Climbing Constitution Hill
They'll treat you like fools until you write the rules
And you climb up Constitution Hill
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2. |
Justin's Favourite
03:30
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3. |
No Irish Need Apply
02:59
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I'm a decent boy just landed from the town of Ballyfad
I want a situation, and want it very bad
I’ve seen employment advertised - "It's just the thing," says I
But the dirty advert ended with 'No Irish Need Apply'
"Woah," says I, "but that’s an insult, to get the gig I'll try"
So I went to see this blaggard with his 'No Irish Need Apply'
Some think that it’s misfortune to be christened Pat or Dan
But to me it is an honor to be born an Irishman
Well I started out to find the house, I got it mighty soon
There I found the old chap seated, he was reading the Tribune
I told him what I came for, when he in a rage did fly
"No!" he says, "you are a Paddy, and no Irish need apply"
Well I gets my dander risin', I'd like to black his eye
To tell an Irish gentleman, 'No Irish Need Apply'
Well I couldn't stand it longer, so ahold of him I took
And I gave him such a beating as he'd get at Donnybrook
He hollered "Milia murther," and to get away did try
And swore he'd never write again 'No Irish Need Apply'
He made a big apology, I bid him then good-bye
Saying "next you want a beating, write 'No Irish Need Apply'"
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Meet me where you're going, cuz I wanna be going where you are. Teach me what you're knowing,
cuz I wanna be knowing who you are.
Run away with me, yeah, let's get married.
Will you be the rest of my life?
Every day with you I say "I do",
and it means so much more each time.
I love you and how.
Won't leave you alone.
Will you be my home now?
And I'll be your home.
Pray God protect us.
Pray God for guidance.
Make us selfless and rich in soul.
Cuz when we grow old, Love,
I'll just love you more, Love,
through the sunshine and through the cold.
I'm not afraid, come fire, come rain,
with you here by my side.
I found boundless love for you
when I lost my foolish pride.
Thank you for patience.
Thank you for-giveness.
Thank you for spending this time with me.
Meet me where you're going,
cuz I wanna be going wherever you'll be.
Run away with me, yeah, let's get married.
Will you be the rest of my life?
Every day with you I say "I do",
and it means so much more each time.
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5. |
Dirty Old Town
03:29
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6. |
Penny's Farm
02:58
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Come ladies and gentleman
Listen to my song
I'll sing it to you right
But you might think it wrong
Make you kinda mad
But I mean no harm
It’s all about the renters
On penny’s farm
It’s a hard time in the country
Down on penny’s farm
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8. |
Beans, Bacon & Gravy
03:13
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9. |
1916
04:05
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10. |
I'll Tell Me Ma
03:41
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11. |
Picket Line Song
03:04
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oh i would never walk across a picket line
solidarity forever don't mean just sometimes
long live the union!
cross my heart and hope to die
if I should ever walk across a picket line
well my mother never told me what was right or what was wrong
never taught me to play guitar never taught me to write songs
but one thing that she taught me i'll remember for all time
and that's that you should never walk across a picket line
she took me to a factory where the workers were on strike
the company had called in scabs to break the union's might
my mum went to the front and she addressed those greedy swine
sayin' “i dare any of you men to walk across this picket line!”
well one of them came forward and he had something to say:
“no woman will stand between me and one day's pay!
i don't care 'bout the others i am taking what is mine”
and with that he tried to walk across our union's picket line
mom called him a dirty scab, gave him two pieces of her mind
she picked up and she threw every rock that she could find
and when he called the cops on her she kicked his behind
and said “that's what you get when you walk across a union's picket line!”
I can still remember what my mother used to say:
“we're fighting for a better world, not just for better pay
and if we stick together then we'll win this fight in time
so long as we don't walk across each other's picket lines”
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12. |
Hoist Your Cup High
04:53
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13. |
Parting Glass
03:25
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Of all the money that e'er I had
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
be with you all
If I had money enough to spend
And Leisure time to sit a while
There is a fair maid in this town
that sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
I Own she has my heart in thrall
Then Fill to me the parting glass
Goodnight and joy be with you all
be with you all
A man may drink and not be drunk
A man may fight and not be slain
A man may court a pretty girl
And perhaps be welcomed back again
But since it has so ought to be
By a time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
be with you all
Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
be with you all
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