Hooray

Sailing on deep water on a foggy summers day Leaving all behind me don′t know where I′ll make me way Lying in the shadow underneath the foremast-tree Playing shanties on my bluesharp singing songs for you and me We were loaded down with barley, we we

When I was a little boy, as little as a boy could be when I was a little boy my mother always told me: Never sail around the world and never leave your luck behind Never sail around the world, stay down where you belong, boy When I was a little lad,

When I was younger I learned a trade I worked long hours and I was poorly paid Then I was 20 and I met my wife A working class hero I was ready for life [chorus:] The times are hard and the wages low As I went out it was time to go Run all over the l

Half of my life I´ve been nearing my destination ´cause I followed the footsteps of many a mariners dreams I´ve been a ramblin´ rover but before my time it is all over Save my soul from the burnin´ wave I crossed the ocean wide without no termination

There was a queen down in Amsterdam, dressed up in silk and black negligee After the tempest she is so calm, no one comes near her serenity She once had a house down in Hollywood, living her life was a fantasy Now she has cooled off her red hot blood

Halfpints of Smithwick′s and boys from Dungannon Stones from the Burren and wise men of Aran Typical chimneys and chairs for the pipers A glen of a broken heart A red-haired tinker and a one-legged teacher Singing songs of Pete John for a musical pre

should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? should auld acquaintance be forgot, for the sake of auld lang syne if you ever change your mind, but are leaving leaving me behind. oh, bring it to me, bring your sweet love, bring it hom

Build the dyke the water′s rising close the door the wind is howling And the temperature is falling wintertime has come Gather food the cupboard′s empty tho′ the rich folk all have plenty To their world there is no entry hungertime has come Light you

It′s 9 o′clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in There′s an old man sitting next to me, makin′ love to his tonic and gin He says: "Son can you play me a melody, I′m not really sure how it goes But It′s sad and it′s sweet and I knew it comp