Here are the traditional lyrics to "By Request!"

BY REQUEST:

THE TRAVELING PEOPLE:
I'm a freeborn man of the traveling people
got no fixed abode with nomads I am numbered
country lanes and byways - were always my ways
I never fancied being lumbered
Oh, we knew the woods and the resting places
and the small birds sang when winter days were over
then we'd pack our load & be on the road -
those were good old days for the rover
There was open ground where a man could linger
for a week or two for time was not our master
then away we'd jog with our horse and dog -
nice & easy no need to go faster
Well, I've known life hard & I've known it easy
& I've cussed the light when winter days were dawning
but with laughter & song through the whole night long -
see the summer sun rise in the morning
All you freeborn men, all the traveling people
every tinker, rolling stone, & gypsy rover
winds of change are blowing, old ways are going
your traveling days will soon be over
Yes, your traveling days will soon be over

BLACK VELVET BAND:
CHORUS Her eyes they shown like the diamonds,
You'd think she was queen of the land
Her hair hung over her shoulders,
tied up with a black velvet band.

In a neat little town they called Belfast, Apprenticed to trade I was bound
And many an hour of sweet happiness, I spent in that neat little town.
Till bad misfortune came o're me, And caused me to stray from the land.
Far away from my friends and relations, To follow the black velvet band.
CHORUS

As I went out strolling one evening, not meaning to go very far.
I met with a ficklesome damsel. She was selling her trade in a bar.
When a watch she took from a customer, and slipped it right into my hand
Then the law came and put me in prison. Bad luck to her black velvet band.
CHORUS

Next morning before judge and jury, for trial I had to appear
The Judge he said me young fellow, the case against you is quite clear.
And seven long years is your sentence, you're going to Van Dieman's land
Far away from your friends and relations, to follow the black velvet band.
CHORUS

So come on, my jolly young fellows, I'd have you take warning by me.
When ever you're after the liquor me boys, beware of the pretty colleens.
They'll fill you with whiskey and porter, till you are not able to stand
And the very next thing that you know me lads
You've landed in Van Dieman's land.
CHORUS
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I'LL TAKE YOU HOME AGAIN KATHLEEN:
I'll take you home again Kathleen, Across the ocean wild and wide,
To where your heart has ever been, Since first you were my bonnie bride,
The roses all have left your cheek, I've watched them fade away and die,
Your voice is sad whene'er you speak, And tears bedim your loving eyes.
Oh, I will take you back Kathleen To where your heart will feel no pain,
And when the fields are fresh and green, I'll take you to your home Kathleen.

OLD MAID IN A GARRETT:
I have often heard it said, by my father and my mother,
That going to a wedding is the making of another
if that be so, then I'll go without a bidding
Oh it's kind providence, won't you take me to a wedding

CHORUS
And it's Oh, Dear Me, How would it be
If I died an old maid in a Garret.

There's my sister Sally, she was ugly and misshapen
Before she was sixteen a fellow she was courting
Now she's 23 with a son and a daughter,
Here am I 45, and I've never had an offer

I can cook and I can sew, I can keep the house quite tidy,
Rise up in the morning, and get the breakfast ready
There's nothing in this whole world, that makes my heart so cheery,
As a wee fat man, who'd call me 'his own deary.'

So come landsman, come plainsman, come tinker or come tailor,
Come fiddler, come dancer, come ploughman and come sailor,
Come rich man, come poor man, come fool or come witty,
Come any man at all, that will take me out of pity.

Well now, I'm away home, cause nobody's heeding
Nobody's heeding, to poor old Annie's pleading
I'm away home to me own wee garret
If I can't get a man, I'll surely get a parrot.

COME DAY GO DAY:
CHORUS:
Come day go day, wish in me heart it was Sunday Drinking
buttermilk through the week Whiskey on a Sunday

He sits on the comer at old beggars bush
On top of an old packing crate
He has three wooden dolls that can dance and can sing
And he croons with a smile on his face

His tired old hands beat away at the plank
His puppets they dance up and down
A far better show than you ever would see
In the fanciest theatre in town

I'm sad to relate that old Seth Davy died
in ninteen hundred and four
His three wooden dolls in the dustbin were laid
The plank went to patch the back door

On some stormy night, if you're passing that way
The winds blowing up from the sea
You'll still hear the songs of Old Seth Davy
As he croons to his dancing dolls three

DANNY BOY:
Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side,
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
It's you, It's you, must go and I must bide.
But come ye back, when summer's on the mountain
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
It's I'll be here, in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so.
But should you come, when all the flower's are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be,
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
Then I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

THE BUTCHER BOY:
In Dublin city, where I did dwell A Butcher Boy I loved right well
He courted me, my life away, and now with me he will not stay.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain I wish I were a maid again
A maid again, I ne're will be Till cherry's grow on an ivy tree.

I wish my baby it was born And sitting on it's daddy's knee
And me poor girl to be dead and gone
with the long green grass growing over me.

She went upstairs to go to bed And calling to her mother said
Give me a chair, that I sit down And a pen and ink, that I write down.

With every word she dropped a tear At every line cried "Willie Dear"
Oh what a foolish girl was I, to be led astray by a butcher boy.

He went upstairs and the door he broke He found her hanging by a rope
He took his knife and he cut her down And in her pocket these words he found

Oh make my grave, large wide and deep
Put a marble stone at my head and feet
And in the middle a turtle-dove
That the world may know, that I died for love.

THE BANTRY GIRLS LAMENT:
Oh, who will plough the fields now, & who will sow the corn?
Oh who will wash the sheep now & keep them neatly shorn?
The stack that's in the haggard, unthrashed it may remain
Slnce johnny went a-thrashlng all in the wars of Spain.

CHORUS
Johnny, Lovely Johnny, he's sailing or'e the main
He's along with other patriots to fight the king of Spain

And the girls from the burough in sorrow may retire
The piper with his bellows - go home & blow the fire
At fairs & hurling matches your likes we'll seldom see
Till you come home again to us, a storin gaal ma cree

CHORUS

And if cruel fate will not permit our Johnny to return
His heavy loss we Bantry girls will never cease to mourn
We'll resign ourselves to our sad lot, & die in grief & pain,
Johnny died for freedoms sake in the foreign lands of Spain.

CHORUS

ROTHSAO (The Night We Went To:
One New Years Eve, in Glasgow town, when all we had was half a crown
a bunch of us thought we'd prowl around & find some fun in Rothsao
We wandered out Victoria street, we didn't care much for snow or sleet
& at half past two with aching feet, we found ourselves in Rothsao

Chorus:
A-tell-um-a-dew-a-dum-a-day, tell-um-a-dew-a-dad-a-no
tell-um-a-dew-a-dum-a-day, the night we went to Rothsao

Karol here was a bit of a lout, said she'd treat us all to a pint of stout
So as quick as we could we all set out for a public house in Rothsao
Says I, me lads, I'd like to sing - Says I, you'll no do such a thing
I said clear the room & we'll make a ring & we'll fight you all in Rothsao

Chorus:

We had to find a place to sleep, we were all too drunk to even creep
We found us a place that was really cheap, in a boarding house in Rothsao
We all lay down to take our ease, when somebody happened for to sneeze
& he wakened half a million fleas in a single room in Rothsao

Chorus:

There were several different kinds of pests, they ran & they jumped inside our vests
they got in our hair, & they built their nests & They cried" Hurrah for Rothsao"
Says I, I think we'll head for home, & we swore we never more would roam
& we're scratching still as we sing this poem, of the night we spent in Rothsao

Chorus: x 2

THE BONNY SHOALS OF HERRING:
With our nets and gear we're faring,
on the wild and wasteful ocean
It's out there on the deep we harvest our bread.
as we hunt the bonny shoals of herring
It was on a fair and a pleasant day,
out of Yarmouth harbor I was faring
as a cabin boy on a sailing lugger,
for to hunt the bonny shoals of herring

Oh, we left our homegrounds in the month of June
and for Canny Shiels we soon were bearing
with a hundred cran of the silver darlings
that we'd taken from the shoals of herring
Now the work was hard & the hours were long
and the treatment sure it took some bearing
and I used to sleep standing on my feet
all about the bonny shoals of herring

Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman
and your learning all about seafaring,
got your education, scraps of navigation
as you hunt the bonny shoals of herring
In the stormy seas and the living gales,
Aye, and the gear that I was wearing
sailed ten thousand miles, got 10 million fishes
as we hunted for the shoals of herring

Night & day we're faring, come winter wave or winter gale
sweating our pores , growing up , growing old -
as we hunt the bonnie shoals of herring

THE WATER IS WIDE:
The water is wide, I cannot swim o're, And neither have I the wings to fly.
Give me a boat— that can carry two And we both shall row, my love and I.
A ship there is and she sails the sea, She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I'm in, And l know not how I sink or swim.

KEVIN BARRY:
Early on a Sunday Morning, high above the gallows tree
Kevin Barry gave his young life, for the cause of liberty
Only a lad of 18 summers, but there's no one can deny
That he went to death that morning, with his head held nobly high.
CHORUS
Shoot me like an Irish soldier, Do not hang me like a dog;
For I fought for Ireland's freedom, On that dark September morn -
All around that little bakery, Where we fought them hand to hand.
Shoot me like an Irish soldier, For I fought for Ireland.

Just before he faced the hangman, In his lonely prison cell,
British soldiers tortured Barry Just because he would not tell
All the names of his companions Other things they wished to know;
"Turn lnformer, and we'Il free you." Bravely Kevin answered, "No!"

Another martyr for old Ireland Another murder for the crown
British laws may crush the Irish They'll not keep our spirit down.

AMAZING GRACE:
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me,
I once was lost, but now I'm found, was blind, but now I see

Through many dangers toils and snares, I have already come
Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far and grace will lead me home

When we've been there ten thousand years bright shining as the sun
we'll have no less days to sing His praise than when we first begun

MY WILD IRISH ROSE:
If you listen I'll sing you a sweet little song
Of a flower that's now drooped and dead
Yet dearer to me than all of it's mates
Tho each holds aloft it's proud head
Twas given to me by a girl that I know
Since we've met, faith - I've known no repose
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star
And I call her my wild Irish Rose

CHORUS
My wild Irish Rose, the sweetest flower that grows
You may search everywhere, but none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose, the dearest flower that grows
And some day for my sake, she may let me take
The bloom from my Wild Irish Rose.

IRISH SOLDIER BOY:
At a cottage door one wintry night as the snow lay on the ground
a youthful Irish soldier to the mountain sea is bound
His mother stood beside him saying, You'll win my boy don't fear
with loving arms around his waist she tied his bandolier

Goodbye, God bless you Mother dear, I hope your heart don't pain
but pray to God your soldier boy, you soon will see again
and when I'm in the firing line, twill be a source of joy
to know that your the Mother proud of an Irish Soldier Boy

When the fighting it was over & the flag of truce was raised
the leaders ordered the fire to cease , all Ireland stood amazed
& his comrades came to her cottage door with the note from her pride & joy
containing the news in sad detail of her Irish Soldier Boy

Goodbye, Farewell, My Mother dear - I'm dying a death so grand
from wounds received in action trying to free my native land
but I hope we'll meet in heaven above in a land beyond the sky
You'll always be in company with your Irish Soldier Boy

A long farewell to Donnegal, Killkenny & Mayo,
Tipperary, Derry & Tyrone where the bushes green do grow
& when at night you'll kneel to pray, twill be a source of joy
to know that you're remembering your Irish Soldier Boy

THE RISING OF THE MOON:
Oh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so,
Hush, me buch-all, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow
I bear orders from the captain, to make ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together by the Rising of the Moon,

CHORUS
By the Rising of the Moon, by the Rising of the Moon,
For the pikes must be together by the Rising of the Moon.

Then come tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gatherin' is to be,
In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me
One word more for signal token, whistle out the marching tune
With your pike upon your shoulder, tis the Rising of the Moon

CHORUS

Out of many a mud-walled cabin, eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was throbbing for the coming morning light.
Rumors ran along the valley, like the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon.

CHORUS

There along that shining river, that dark mass of men were seen,
High above their shining weapons, hung their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor, forward strike the marching tune
Come on my boys for freedom, tis the rising of the moon.

CHORUS:

WHEN IRISH EYES ARE SMILING:
There's a tear in your eye, and I'm wondering why
For it never should be there at all.
With such power in your smile Sure a stone you'd beguile
So there's, never a tear drop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's, like some fairy song
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be
You should laugh all the while and all other times smile
So now, smile a smile for me.
When Irish eyes are smiling, sure it's like a morn in spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter, you can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy, all the world seems bright and gay
But when Irish eyes are smiling, sure they'll steal your heart away.

SPANCIL HILL:
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind
When next I came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill

And on the 23rd June, the day before the fair
When lreland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there
The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill
At the parish church that drew me, a mile from Spancil Hill

I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead & gone & the young one's turning grey
I met with the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still
Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily and as gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny I love you still"
Oh, she's Nel, the farmers daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill.

I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore,
She said, "Johnny you're only joking as many a time before,"
The cock he crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill,
When I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.

HASTE YE BACK:
Haste ye back, I love you dearly
Call again, you're welcome here.
May your days be free from sorrow
And your friends be ever near.
May the path on which you wander
Be to you a joy each day.
Haste ye back, I love you dearly
Haste ye back on friendships way.

May the path on which you wander
Be to you a joy each day.
Haste ye back, I love you dearly
Haste ye back on friendships way

Shamrocks In The Wind© Copyright1990

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