Revels Pub Sing Sheet
April 30, 2025
Fathom the Bowl
English Drinking Song
Come all you bold heroes, give an ear to me song,
I’ll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum.
Come lift up your glasses, good cheer is our goal,
Give me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl.
REFRAIN:
I’ll fathom the bowl, I’ll fathom the bowl,
Give me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl.
From France we do get brandy, from Jamaica comes rum
Sweet oranges and apples from Portugal come.
But stout and strong cider are England’s control,
Give me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl.
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My father he do lie on the depths of the sea,
No stone at his head, but what matters for he?
There’s a clear crystal fountain near England do roll
Give me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl.
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My wife she do despise me as I lay at my ease,
She says as she likes and she does as she please.
My wife, she’s the devil, she’s as black as the coal,
Give me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl.
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Good Ale
English Drinking Song
Tis of good ale to you I’ll sing,
And to good ale I’ll always cling.
I likes me mug filled to the brim,
And I’ll drink all you care to bring.
REFRAIN:
Oh good ale, thou art my darling;
Thou art my joy, both night and morning.
‘Tis you that helps me with my work,
And from a task I’ll never shirk.
For if I can get a good home brew,
Why, better than one pint, I’ll take two.
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It’s you that make my friends my foes,
It’s you that make me wear old clothes.
But since you come so near my nose,
It’s up you comes and down you goes.
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If all the friends of Adam’s race,
Were gathered here all in this place.
I’d part with them without a tear
Before I’d part with my good beer.
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You’ve caused me debts; I’ve often swore
That I never would drink strong ale no more,
But from thee for all that I’ll forgive
And I’ll drink strong ale, as long as I live.
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Here's A Health to the Company
Irish Folk Song
‘Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme
Come lift up your glasses in chorus with mine.
We’ll drink and be merry, from grief we’ll refrain
for we know not when we will all meet again.
REFRAIN:
Here’s a health to the company and one to my lass
We’ll drink and be merry all out of one glass.
We’ll drink and be merry, from grief we’ll refrain,
for we know not when we will all meet again.
Here’s a health to the fair lass that I love so well.
Her spirit and beauty there’s none can excel.
She smiles on my countenance as she sits on my knee,
there is no one on Earth who’s as happy as me.
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Now my ship lies in harbor and she’s ready to dock
and I wish her safe landing without any shock.
And if I should leave you by land or by sea,
I will always remember your kindness to me.
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Padstow Drinking
English Folk Song
Pass the good old bumper ‘round and never count the score,
Drink the good old liquor down and boldly ask for more.
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For ‘tis he who will not merry, merry be
Shall never taste of joy,
See, see, the Cape’s in view
And forward, my brave boys.
Here’s a health unto her majesty and long may she reign,
Queen of all the seven seas and the pride of the Spanish main.
REFRAIN
But one more thing I’ll ask of you before you count the score:
Bring me to the girl I love and the key to the cellar door.
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Once more unto her majesty and let the toast go ‘round
Confusion to her enemies wherever they are found.
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Holmfirth Anthem
English Folk Song
Abroad for pleasure as I was a-walking, it was one summer summer’s evening clear. x2
There I beheld a most beautiful damsel, lamenting for her shepherd swain. x2
The fairest evening that e’er I beheld thee, evermore with the lad I adore. x2
Wilt thou go fight the French and Spaniards, wilt thou leave me thus my dear? x2
No more to yon green banks will I take thee, with pleasure for to rest myself and view the lambs. x2
But I will take thee to yon green gardens, where the pretty flowers grow. x2
Belfast Mill
by Si Kahn
REFRAIN:
And the only tune I hear is the sound of the wind
As she blows through the town.
Weave and spin, weave and spin.
Click Go the Shears
Australian Folk Song
REFRAIN:
Click go the shears boys, click, click, click
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick,
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow,
And curses the old snagger with the blue-bellied “Joe.”
The Derby Ram
English Folk Song
REFRAIN:
And indeed me lads it’s true, me lads I never was known to lie,
If you would’ve been in Derby you’d’ve seen him the same as I.
Innisfail Song (Hey Rain)
By Bill Scott
REFRAIN:
Hey Rain, rain coming down on the cane,
On the roofs of the town.
Three Jolly Rogues of Lynn
English Folk Song
In the good old colony days
When we lived under the king
Lived a miller and a weaver and a little tailor
Three jolly rogues of Lynn.
Three jolly rogues of Lynn
Three jolly rogues of Lynn
Lived a miller and a weaver and a little tailor
Three jolly rogues of Lynn
Well the miller, he stole corn
And the weaver, he stole yarn
And the little tailor, he stole broadcloth
For to keep those three rogues warm.
For to keep those three rogues warm
For to keep those three rogues warm
And the little tailor, he stole broadcloth
For to keep those three rogues warmWell, the miller was drowned in his dam
And weaver hanged in his yarn
And the Devil put his paw on the little tailor
With his broadcloth under his arm.With his broadcloth under his arm
With his broadcloth under his arm
And the Devil put his paw on the little tailor
With his broadcloth under his armThe miller still floats in his dam
The weaver still hangs in his yarn
And the little tailor he skips through Hell
With his broadcloth under his arm.With his broadcloth under his arm
With his broadcloth under his arm
And the little tailor he skips through Hell
With his broadcloth under his arm.
Far Side of the World
by Tide Lines
REFRAIN:
‘Cos I wanna dance with a Highland girl
Where the skies reach out for miles
I wanna feel the breeze of the Hebrides
Oh the far side of the world.
The Wild Rover
English Folk Song
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 great in store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.
REFRAIN:
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.”
REFRAIN
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.”
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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 ofttimes before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.
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Molly Malone
Irish Folk Song
In Dublin’s fair city where girls are so pretty,
‘Twas there that I first met sweet Molly Malone.
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh.”
REFRAIN:
Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh”
She was a fishmonger and sure ‘twas no wonder
For so were her mother and father before.
And they each wheeled their barrows,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh.”
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She died of a fever and no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh.”
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John Barleycorn
There were three men come out of the west,
Their fortunes for to try
And they have made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die (x2)
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Fa la la la, it’s a lovely day
Fa la la la lay-o
Fa la la la, it’s a lovely day
Sing fa la la la lay
They plowed him in three furrows deep
Laid clods all on his head
And they have made a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.
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Well then there came a shower of rain
Which from the clouds did fall
John Barleycorn sprang up again
And so amazed them all.
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Well then came men with great sharp scythes
To cut him off at the knee
They rolled him and tied him around the waist
And they used him barbarously.
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Well then came men with great long flails
To cut him skin from bone
The miller has used him worse than that
He ground him twixt two stones.
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They wheeled him here, they wheeled him there
Wheeled him into the barn
And they have used him worse than that
They bunged him in a vat.
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They worked their will upon John Barleycorn
But he lives to tell the tale
We pour him into an old brown jug
And we call him home-brewed ale.
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Your Daughters and Your Sons
by Tommy Sands
Choruses:
1) In your daughters and your sons
Your daughters and your sons
For you sowed the seeds of freedom
In your daughters and your sons.
2) In your daughters and your sons
Your daughters and your sons
For you sowed the seeds of justice
In your daughters and your sons.
3) In your daughters and your sons
Your daughters and your sons
You sowed the seeds of equality
In your daughters and your sons.
4) In your daughters and your sons
Your daughters and your sons
It’s there you sowed the seeds of peace
In your daughters and your sons.
5) In your daughters and your sons
Your daughters and your sons
For you sowed the seeds of freedom
In your daughters and your sons.
The Parting Glass
Scottish Folk Song
Of all the money e’er I had,
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm I’ve ever done,
Alas! it was to none but me.
And all I’ve done for want of wit
To mem’ry now I can’t recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all.
Oh, all the comrades e’er I had,
They’re sorry for my going away,
And all the sweethearts e’er I had,
They’d wish me one more day to stay,
But since it falls unto my lot,
That I should rise and you should not,
I gently rise and softly call,
Good night and joy to be with you all.
If I had money enough to spend,
And leisure time to sit awhile,
There is a fair maid in this town,
That sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips,
I own she has my heart in thrall,
Then fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you all.