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Madigan's Wake
06:02
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Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
You know the crowd will be so great
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
For drinking they won’t hesitate
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
Every room in hell will shake
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
You better not be bloody late!
They picked him up and carried him
And threw him in the ground
They covered him with concrete
So he wouldn’t make a sound
They danced a jig to midnight then
Until the banshee yelled
“He pays the price in purgatory
That’s where he now does dwell”
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
You know the crowd will be so great
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
For drinking they won’t hesitate
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
Every room in hell will shake
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
You better not be bloody late!
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
You know the crowd will be so great
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
For drinking they won’t hesitate
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
Every room in hell will shake
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
You better not be bloody late!
The men were drunk by midday
And the women followed suit
We headed to the Bridge Hotel
We took our usual route
We sang old Irish rebel songs
And then was asked to leave
I heard stories of my family
Embellished though they be
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
You know the crowd will be so great
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
For drinking they won’t hesitate
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
Every room in hell will shake
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
You better not be bloody late!
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
You know the crowd will be so great
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
For drinking they won’t hesitate
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
Every room in hell will shake
Madigan’s Wake Madigan’s Wake
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Orangemen's Day
02:50
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If I were sincere and a man of my word
And you could believe all the things that you’ve heard
But I am a shyster and schemer to boot
And all of my plans never bare any fruit
So take my hand and I’ll lead you back home
The days they have changed from the ones you have known
And I will curse the day you went away
Cos you gave me life on Orangemen’s Day
Oh sing me a song one more time if you could
And tell me just once that you think that I’m good
And I let you down and I caused you so much pain
But I’ll make it right when I see you again
And tell that screaming banshee his power has all gone
For you are safe in heaven with God upon his throne
And I will curse the day you went away
Cos you gave me life on Orangemen’s Day
Well now the Borough is lost, and all the gentry have moved in
Its not the same Port Melbourne that you danced and frolicked in
But I’ll catch the 109 and I’ll meet you at the pier
And as you rise into the clouds I’ll tilt my cap and cheer
I see a girl in sepia a bridesmaid to her friend
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Freddy Ward was born in 1835
In Wilberforce and Windsor he was raised
Son of convict Michael Ward, the youngest there of ten
He started stealing horses as his trade
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, Thunderbolt
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, Thunderbolt
He tried the straight and narrow working stations in New South
His horseman skills they duly made his name
But nephew Johnny Garbutt did convince him otherwise
To use his skill to make unlawful gain
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, Thunderbolt
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, Thunderbolt
You can’t outrun the law and eventually they were caught
And sentenced to ten years at Cockatoo
But Freddy did escaped and fell in love with Mary Bugg
And the two of them together they shot through
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, Thunderbolt
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, Thunderbolt
And so it’s true eventually complacency sets in
He dropped his guard for everyone who saw
And as he tried to get away a trooper chanced upon
And with one shot he rode into folklore
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, Thunderbolt
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, Thunderbolt
And so it’s true my friends
That Freddy got his whack
But he never shot, or killed or stabbed or maimed
Though he stole and pillaged
His demeanour never changed
The gentleman outlaw he will remain
And if you pass Uralla
On the New England Highway
You’ll see a statue there that says it all
For there is no rhyme or reason
Why a good man does go bad
By the grace of God go us until we fall
By the grace of God go us until we fall
By the grace of God go us until we fall
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, Thunderbolt
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, Thunderbolt
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, Thunderbolt
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, Thunderbolt
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If I were sincere and a man of my word
And you could believe all the things that you’ve heard
But I am a shyster and schemer to boot
And all of my plans never bare any fruit
So take my hand and I’ll lead you back home
The days they have changed from the ones you have known
And I will curse the day you went away
Cos you gave me life on Orangemen’s Day
Oh sing me a song one more time if you could
And tell me just once that you think that I’m good
And I let you down and I caused you so much pain
But I’ll make it right when I see you again
And tell that screaming banshee his power has all gone
For you are safe in heaven with God upon his throne
And I will curse the day you went away
Cos you gave me life on Orangemen’s Day
Well now the Borough is lost, and all the gentry have moved in
Its not the same Port Melbourne that you danced and frolicked in
But I’ll catch the 109 and I’ll meet you at the pier
And as you rise into the clouds I’ll tilt my cap and cheer
I see a girl in sepia a bridesmaid to her friend
Know the love I have for you will never ever end
And I will curse the day you went away
Cos you gave me life on Orangemen’s Day
Oh I miss you and I hope you’re still my friend
And I hope you won’t remember when I sent you round the bend
Now go and rest in peace and I’ll be on my way
And the next time that I see you be the call of judgment day
I’ll say a novena for nine days in a row
A decade of the rosary whenever I home
And I will curse the day you went away
Cos you gave me life on Orangemen’s Day
Cos you gave me life on Orangemen’s Day
Cos you gave me life on Orangemen’s Day.
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Got to Let You Know
03:48
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Since you went away,
All my skies are grey,
All just cloudy days,
I've got to let you know,
I've got to let you know,
Was it on a midnight train?
Was it on an early plane?
When the world was sleeping where were you?
We spoke about it times before,
The subject had become a bore,
When we both were weeping no-one knew,
Round and round we go,
Why we do not know,
The feeling was so low,
Now I've got to let you know,
Since you went away,
All my skies are grey,
All just cloudy days,
I've got to let you know,
I've got to let you know,
There's nothing on your Facebook page,
We're both from a different age,
Put it in the note you didn't leave,
We've spoke about it times before,
The subject had become a bore,
I've got one more trick left up my sleeve,
Round and round we go,
Why we do not know,
The feeling was so low,
Now I've got to let you know,
Since you went away,
All my skies are grey,
All just cloudy days,
I've got to let you know,
I've got to let you know,
Since you went away,
All my skies are grey,
All just cloudy days,
I've got to let you know,
I've got to let you know,
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The Foggy Dew
06:21
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As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum
No battle drum did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells
Rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in Dublin town
Hung they out a flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish sky
Than at Sulva or Sud-El-Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through
While Brittania's Huns with their long range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew
Their bravest fell and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the
Springing of the year
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew
And back through the glen, I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see n'more
But to and fro in my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew
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Irish Convict Bastard
07:53
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I am an Irish convict bastard
That is often what they call me
I’m distrusted and I’m hated
Unless I’m putting on a show
My only crime was my sorrow
At my infant’s starving cries
So I stole discarded bread to feed her
Now I sail to Australia there to die
I’m called a thief and a traitor
And a fenian troubadour
All I wanted to do was feed my daughter
But England’s greed had kept me poor
I will not yield to a country
That possesses land that’s not theirs
I will not yield to a government
Who punishes the hungry without care
Oh Mother of God won’t you pray for me
Place your hand on those I leave
For I’ll not see them on this side of death
Until we meet above in peace
Now the heavenly hosts they crowd around me
For my soul they do prepare
And the pierced hands of my saviour
Will soon receive me into care
I am an innocent man, an innocent man, an innocent man
Oh fenians won’t you avenge me
I am an innocent man, an innocent man, an innocent man
All I wanted to do was feed my family
I am an innocent man, an innocent man, an innocent man
Oh fenians won’t you avenge me
I am an innocent man, an innocent man, an innocent man
All I wanted to do was feed my family
So Heave away you crooked bastards
Sail me down to my grave
So Heave away you crooked bastards
To another land you’ve betrayed
So Heave away you crooked bastards
Sail me down to my grave
So Heave away you crooked bastards
You God himself will never save
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She goes about her day from memory
She makes sure everything in its place
She tries to paint a positive impression
But the pain is written all over her face
With the sun rise in the morning
It just another day to see her fall
Suddenly I see what’s before me
That she won’t be coming home anymore
Even when the sun is out its pouring
She just can’t seem to keep out of the rain
And the shallow life she found in the suburbs
Has caused her more anxiety and pain
She was always been told she was nothing
she’ll believe that lie till her dying day
But she is such a beautiful person
It’s a shame she’ll never sees herself that way
I wish I’d been a better person
I wish I could’ve brought her peace
But when your young you just don’t realise
Still she never ever held against me
With the sun rise in the morning (with the sun rise in the morning)
It just another day to see her fall (just another day to see her fall)
Suddenly I see what’s before me
That she won’t be coming home anymore (she ain’t coming home)
That she won’t be coming home anymore
That she won’t be coming home anymore
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Wild Goose Chase
01:49
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Mary from the Dairy
02:26
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Mary From the Dairy
Mary from the dairy
got kicked by a hairy
And everybody knows it’s true
But you know that she’ll deny it
But you know that I won’t buy it
Cos that’s the type thing that she would do
Oh Mary (Oh Mary) Oh Mary (Oh Mary)
Your hair is black and your eyes are like the sea
Oh Mary (Oh Mary) Oh Mary (Oh Mary)
Sadly you will never marry me
Well Cruickshank Street a riot
Cos Mary’s on a diet
Of Melbourne Bitter ale and cakes with flies
Her husband went to work one day
well actually he just ran away
And when she finds him he’ll wish he had died
Oh Mary (Oh Mary) Oh Mary (Oh Mary)
Your hair is black and your eyes are like the sea
Oh Mary (Oh Mary) Oh Mary (Oh Mary)
Sadly you will never marry me
Mary went to heaven
She left at half past seven
At her wake we prayed the rosary
She had no money to her name
Still we never did complain
As kids we got her cat and rosary beads
Oh Mary (Oh Mary) Oh Mary (Oh Mary)
Your hair is black and your eyes are like the sea
Oh Mary (Oh Mary) Oh Mary (Oh Mary)
Sadly you will never marry me
Mary from the dairy
She got kicked by a hairy
And everybody knows it’s true
But you know that she’ll deny it
But you know that I won’t buy it
Cos that’s the type thing that she would do
Oh Mary (Oh Mary) Oh Mary (Oh Mary)
Your hair is black and your eyes are like the sea
Oh Mary (Oh Mary) Oh Mary (Oh Mary)
Sadly you will never marry me
Oh Mary (Oh Mary) Oh Mary (Oh Mary)
Your hair is black and your eyes are like the sea
Oh Mary (Oh Mary) Oh Mary (Oh Mary)
Sadly you will never marry me
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We searched for him upon the high
We searched for him upon the low
There is no trace where he did go
Bessie where’s your husband?
We searched for him upon the high
We searched for him upon the low
There is no trace where he did go
Bessie where’s your husband?
Did you search Port Melbourne far and wide
Did you search around the countryside
In the pubs the drunks all cried
Oh Bessie where’s your husband?
Did you kick him out wahen you caught him out
Was he in the Bridge where he never shouts
Did he just go walkabout
Oh Bessie where’s your husband?
Did you murder him when he went to sleep
Did you have him sorted on the cheap
Is he buried in your garden deep
Oh Bessie where’s your husband
Did he get called up did he go to war
Did he run away with the girl next door
does he not love you no more
Oh Bessie where’s your husband
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14. |
Black Is The Colour
05:06
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Black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
I'm sure the day would it comes
When he and I can be as one
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I ne’er can be
I write him a letter just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love the ground whereon he stands
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Madigan's Wake Melbourne, Australia
A Melbourne based Irish Folk Punk band
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