Health To The Company


Kind friends and companions come join me in rhyme.
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine.
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
for we may and might never all meet here again.

So here’s a health to the company, and one to my lass.
Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass.
Let us drink and be merry all grief to refrain.
For we may and might never all meet here again.
Well, here’s a health to the wee lass that I love so well.
For style and for beauty, there are none can excel.
She smiles on my countenance as she sits on my knee;
sure there’s no one on earth as happy as me.

Our ship lies at harbor. she’s ready to dock.
I wish her safe landing without any shock.
And if ever we meet again by land or by sea,
sure I’m always rememberin’ your kindness to me.


Wild Mountain Thyme

Oh the summertime is comin’
And the trees are sweetly bloomin’
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the bloomin’ heather

Will ye go, lassie, go
And we’ll all go together
To the wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin’ heather

Will ye go, lassie, go
I will build my love a bower
By yon pure crystal fountain
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain

And if my true love she were gone
I would surely find another
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the bloomin’ heather


Mary Mac

There’s a cute little las and her name is Mari Mac
And make no mistake she’s the girl I’m gonna track
Lots of other fellas try to get her on the back.
But I’m thinkin’ they’ll have to get up early.

Mari Macs mother’s makin’ Mari Mac marry me
My mother’s makin’ me marry Mari Mac
Well I’m gonna marry Mari cause Mari’s takin’ care o’ me.
We’ll all be feelin’ marry when I marry Mari Mac.

Now Mari and her mother are an awful lot together
In fact you hardly see the one without the other
And people often wonder if it’s Mari or her mother
Or both of them together I’m courting

Well up among the heather in the hills of Benafee
Well I had a Bonnie lass sittin’ on my knee
A bumble bee stung me right above the knee
Up among the heather in the hills of Benafee

Well I said to bonnie lass how we gonna pass the day
She said among the heather in the hills of Benafee
Where all the boys and girls are making up a fray
Up among the heather in the hills of Benafee

Wedding’s on a Wednesday, everything’s arranged
Soon you’ll never change your mind unless you minus change
Of making the arrangements and feelings lots of rage
Marriage is an awful undertaking

Sure to be a grand for grand of that a fair
Gonna be a fork and plate for every man thats there
And I’ll be a bugger if I don’t get my share
All though I may be very much mistaken

There’s a neat little las and her name is Mari Mac
Make no mistake, she’s the girl I’m gonna track
Lot’s of other fellas try to get her on her back
But I think they’re gonna have to get up early


Johnny Jump Up

Come and listen, I’ll tell you what happened to me
One day as I went down to Cork by the sea
The day it was hot and the sun it was warm,
So says I a quiet pint wouldn’t do me no harm
I went in and I called for a bottle of stout
Says the barman, I’m sorry, all the beer is sold out
Try whiskey or paddy, ten years in the wood
Says I, I’ll try cider, I’ve heard it was good.

Oh never, Oh never, Oh never again
If I live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten
I fell to the ground and I couldn’t get up
After drinking a quart of the Johnny Jump Up

After downing the third I went out to the yard
Where I bumped into Brody, the big civic guard
Come here to me boy, don’t you know I’m the law?
Well, I up with me fist and I shattered his jaw
He fell to the ground with his knees doubled up
But it wasn’t I hit him, ’twas Johnny Jump Up
The next thing I remember down in Cork by the sea
Was a cripple on crutches and says he to me
I’m afraid of me life I’ll be hit by a car
Won’t you help me across to the Celtic Knot Bar?
After drinking a quart of that cider so sweet
He threw down his crutches and danced on his feet

I went down the lee road, a friend for to see
They call it the madhouse in Cork by the Sea
Well when I got there, sure the truth I will tell,
They had this poor bugger locked up in a cell
Said the guard, testing him, say these words if you can
Around the rugged rock the ragged rascal ran
Tell him I’m not crazy, tell him I’m not mad
It was only a sip of the bottle I had

A man died in the mines by the name of McNabb
They washed him and laid him outside on the slab
Well after the parlors measurements did take
His wife brought him home to a bloody fine wake
Twas about 12 o’clock and the beer was high
The corpse sits up and says with a sigh
I can’t get to heaven, they won’t let me up
‘Til I bring them a quart of the Johnny Jump Up

So if ever you go down to Cork by the sea
Stay out of the ale house and take it from me
If you want to stay sane don’t you dare take a sup
Of that devil drink cider called Johnny Jump Up

Wild Rover

I’ve been a wild rover for many a year
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
And 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 to an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me “nay
Such a custom as yours I could have any day.”

I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight.
She said “I have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest.”

I’ll go home to my parents, confess what I’ve done
And I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they caress (forgive) me as oft times before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.



A long time ago, beginning of history
When all they had to drink was nothing but cups of tea
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mopps
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hopps

He’d like to have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king
And to his praises we shall always sing
Look what he has done for us, he’s filled us up with cheer
The Lord bless Charlie Mopps,
the man who invented beer beer beer beer…

A barrel of malt, a bushel of hopps, he stirs it with a stick
The kind of lubrication that’ll make your engine tick
Forty pints a wallop a day to keep away the cracks
It’s only eight seventy a pint, but it’s three fifty with tax

The O’Reilly’s Pub, O’Casey’s Bar, this hole in the wall as well
One thing you can be sure of, it’s Charlie’s beer they sell
So come on all you lucky lads, eleven o’clock she stops
Five seconds of silence now to remember Charlie Mopps

John Barleycorn

There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.

They took a plough and plough’d him down,
Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.

But the cheerful Spring came kindly on,
And show’rs began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again,
And sore surpris’d them all.

The sultry suns of Summer came,
And he grew thick and strong,
His head weel arm’d wi’ pointed spears,
That no one should him wrong.

The sober Autumn enter’d mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and drooping head
Show’d he began to fail.

His coulour sicken’d more and more,
He faded into age;
And then his enemies began
To show their deadly rage.

They’ve taen a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee;
Then ty’d him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgerie.

They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgell’d him full sore;
They hung him up before the storm,
And turn’d him o’er and o’er.

They filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim,
They heaved in John Barleycorn,
There let him sink or swim.

They laid him out upon the floor,
To work him farther woe,
And still, as signs of life appear’d,
They toss’d him to and fro.

They wasted, o’er a scorching flame,
The marrow of his bones;
But a Miller us’d him worst of all,
For he crush’d him between two stones.

And they hae taen his very heart’s blood,
And drank it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound.

John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise,
For if you do but taste his blood,
‘Twill make your courage rise.

‘Twill make a man forget his woe;
‘Twill heighten all his joy:
‘Twill make the widow’s heart to sing,
Tho’ the tear were in her eye.

Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne’er fail in old Scotland!