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(Traditional - Arr. GBS)

Well, I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been

For three score or more in the little isle of green
All over the Liffey and down to Segue

I'm known by the name of auld Johnny Dhu

Of all the trades a going, begging is the best

When a man gets tired he can sit down and rest

Singin' for his supper when there's nothing else to do

I've got a smile on my face, and I've got four walls around me
I've got the sun in the sky, all the water surround me
Oh you know, ya I've been down and sometimes I'll lose
I've been battered, but I'll never bruise... it's not so bad

Chorus
And I say way-hey-hey, it's just an ordinary day
and it's all your state of mind
At the end of the day,
you've just got to say... it's all right.

I am the fountain of affection
I'm the instrument of joy
And to keep the good times rolling
I'm the boy, I'm the boy,
You know the world could be our oyster,
You just put your trust in me,
Cause we'll keep the good times rolling
Wait and see, wait and see....oh wait and see!

His Exhaltation, a sweet disintegration.
A few discolourations, then it comes along

It's of a bold young smuggler
From Fortune he did sail
He rode the waves from St. Pierre
And never saw the jail
He filled her up with contraband
Perfume, smokes and rum
He hoped the fog was thick enough
To make another run

Chorus:
You can still see the sight
On a winter's night
Of his wake in the light of the moon
If the wind turns right
If you don't take fright

Way hey and a way we go donkey riding donkey riding,
way hey and away we go riding on a donkey.

Was you ever in Quebec launching timber on the deck ,where ya
break a bleeding neck riding on a donkey.

Way hey and a way we go donkey riding donkey riding,
way hey and away we go riding on a donkey.

Was you ever around Keemhorm where the weathers never warm,

"It's a cold day for September", was all I thought to say
When I saw you on the street the other day
I knew something changed between us, all the talk we made was small
But what do you say to someone when they've heard you say it all?
It's an awkward conversation, in a most peculiar way...
CHORUS:
How did we get from saying "I love you" to "I'll see you around

She left St.Johns one day in May
Dressed in her sunday vest
A kind man sat beside her
And she cried her way out west
She moved in with her cousin
And found a job down in the mall
Her friends at home were jealous
and said "We'll see you in the fall."

You know that she wants to try
Never you let you see her cry
You know that she wants to try
She's got seagulls in her eyes

Two recruiting sergeants came to the CLB,

for the sons of the merchants, to join the Blue Puttees

So all the hands enlisted, five hundred young men

Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me
They crossed the broad Atlantic in the brave Florizel,

And on the sands of Suvla, they entered into hell

And on those bloody beaches, the first of them fell

Chorus

It's not the way that I intended this
I didn't realize how much I would miss
But with every parting of our company
I hate to think what it has done to me

It didn't seem
That I was sorry
This has to be
My Apology

When cruelty comes with blind indifference
My humanity becomes the best defence
But if you consider the alternative
I really didn't have that much to give

It didn't seem

Note: This is the hidden track, sung by Séan. The traditional version of
this song is sung at live concerts by Darrell, and is known as Little
Beggarman
Well I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been
For three score years in the little isle of green
All over the Liffey and down to Segue
I'm known by the name of auld Johnny Dhu
Of all the trades a going, begging is the best

Well General Taylor gained the day
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
Well General Taylor he gained the day
Carry him to his bury'n ground

Chorus:

Tell me where you're stormy
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Tell me where you're stormy
Carry him to his bury'n ground

We'll dig his grave with a silver spade
Walk him along, John, Carry him along

(Traditional - Arr. GBS)

Greenspond is a pretty place,

And so is Pinchard's Island

Mom will buy me a new fur coat

When Da' gets home from swilin'

Here he comes as white as ghosts

Children and their little boats

Women in their petty coats

Down from Petty Harbour

I'm sorry if i ruined your day
I really hope that you understand
I'm a million miles away
Looking for a place to land
My father phoned me yesterday
your time has come, well done my son
tried to think of what to say
when words can heed already gone
CHORUS:
I don't know how I got here
there must be something to it
I think I need some time alone
to work my way through it

(written by Berry / Buck / Mills / Stipe)

originally performed by R.E.M.

It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine

That's great, it starts with an earthquake,

Birds, snakes, and aeroplanes

Yeah, Lenny Bruce is not afraid.

Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn

World serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs.

(written by Alan Doyle)

"It's a cold day for September", was all I thought to say

When I saw you on the street the other day.
I knew, something had changed between us. All the talk we made was small.

But what do you say to someone when they've heard you say it all?

It's an awkward conversation, in a most peculiar way...

CHORUS:

Well oh, Lukey's boat is painted green,
Ha, me boys!
Lukey's boat is painted green,
The prettiest boat that you've ever seen,
A-ha, me boys a-riddle-i-day!
A-ha, me boys a-riddle-i-day!
Well oh, Lukey's boat's got a fine fore cutty,
Ha, me boys!
Lukey's boat's got a fine fore cutty,
And every seam is chinked with putty,
A-ha, me boys a-riddle-i-day!
A-ha, me boys a-riddle-i-day!