The Trawling Trade

The Broadside from Grimsby, about time they got some tunes on here, if anyone has decent copies of there songs on MP3 or album art please drop me a line.

The Trawling Trade

John Conolly

North to the Faeroe Islands, South to the coast of Spain-

West with the whaling fleet, and off to the pole again-

Over the world of water, seventeen seas I've strayed-

Now to the north I'm sailing, back to the trawling trade.

Come, ye bold seafaring men, there's fortunes to be made -

In the trawling trade.

Back to the midnight landings, back to the fish dock smell,

back to the frozen wind, as hard as the teeth of hell,

Back to the strangest game that ever a man has played.

Follow the stormy rollers, back to the trawling trade.

Come, ye bold seafaring men, there's fortunes to be made -

In the trawling trade.

Down with your trawling tackle, down with your nets and gear

Wait for the winches winding, wait for the deckies cheer.

Up with the shining harvest, glittering silver-sprayed -

Down to the decks below to pay, pay for the trawling trade.

Come, ye bold seafaring men, there's fortunes to be made -

In the trawling trade.

Home with a harvest wind, and back to the Humber tide;

Run to the starboard rail and leap to the waterside -

Roll with a roaring bunch of fishermen newly-paid -

Down to the dockside pubs and drink to the trawling trade.

Come, ye bold seafaring men, there's fortunes to be made -

In the trawling trade.

The yellow haired laddie

 

The yellow haired laddie

From "In Concert" by The Livingstones, which was released in 1968. Members include Ken McKay, Frank McKay, David McCabe and John Dempsey.

The maidens are smiling in rocky Glencoe

The clansmen are arming to rush on the foe

Their banners are streaming as forth leaves the clan

And the yellow haired laddie is first in the band

The pibroch is kindling their hearts to the war

Camerons slogans are heard from afar

They close for the struggle where many shall fall

And the yellow haired laddie is the foremost of all

He towers on the wave like a wild rolling tide

No kinsman of valiance will stand by his side

The Camerons gather around him alone

He heeds not the danger and fear is unknown

The plumes o' his bonnet are seen in the fight

Those beacons of valour they light with his sight

But his sword and his claymore are greater distressed

For the plumes o' his bonnet now lie in the dust

The maidens are weeping in rocky Glencoe

From warriors' eyelids those bitter tears flow

Where tell me where is our chieftain so dear?

And the yellow haired laddie lies low on the brae 

Wild Colonial Boy

There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name
He was born and raised in Ireland in a place called Castlemaine
He was his father's only son, his mother's pride and joy
And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy

At the early age of sixteen years, he left his native home
And to Australia's sunny shore he was inclined to roam
He robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot James McAvoy
A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy

One morning on the prairie as Jack he rode along
A listening to the mockingbird a singing a cheerful song
Out stepped a band of troopers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
They all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy

'Surrender now Jack Duggan for you see we're three to one
Surrender in the Queen's high name for you're a plundering son'
Jack pulled two pistols from his belt and he proudly waved them high
'I'll fight, but not surrender,' said the wild colonial boy

He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the ground
And turning 'round to Davis, he received a fatal wound
A bullet pierced his proud young heart from the pistol of Fitzroy
And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy

Ye Yacobytes by name

Schotse folksong.

Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear, lend an ear

Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear

Ye Jacobites by name your faults I will proclaim

Your doctrines I must blame, you shall hear.

What is right and what is wrong by the law, by the law
What is right and what is wrong by the law
What is right and what is wrong, a short sword and a long
A weak arm and a strong for to draw.

What makes heroic strife famed afar, famed afar?
What makes heroic strife famed afar?
What makes heroic strife, to whet the assassin's knife
Or hunt a parent's life with bloody war.

Then leave your schemes alone in the state, in the state
Then leave your schemes alone in the state
Then leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun
And leave a man alone to his fate.

Then leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun
And leave a man alone to his fate...
And leave a man alone to his fate.

Lyrics Steal Away

Steal away, let's steal away,
No reason left to stay.
For me and you,
Let's start anew,
And darlin' steal away.

Ooooh, ooooh

Let's steal away and chase our dream,
And hope they never find us.
The deary days, the empty nights,
We'll leave them all behind us.

Ooooh, aaaaah

Steal away, let's steal away
No reason left to stay.
For me and you,
Let's start anew,
And darlin' steal away.

Oooooh.

We'll leave with just our memories,
And make a new beginning.
We have to choose,
To win or lose,
And it's time we started winning.

Mmmmm, aaaaah

Steal away, let's steal away,
No reason left to stay.
For me and you,
Let's start anew,
And darlin' steal away.
Steal away, let's steal away,
No reason left to stay.
For me and you,
Let's start anew,
And darlin' steal away.

Steal Away

The Fureys & Davey Arthur Steal Away.
Een afscheidslied, met een solo voor de trekzak.