Tails from the Boneyard

by Shipwreck Rats

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released September 2, 2018

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Track Name: Ye Jacobites By Name
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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.
Track Name: Hoe the Row
Hoe the row, hoe the row down Rosie
Hoe the row, make the garden grow
Hoe the row, hoe the row down Rosie
Lay little Nellie in her grave down low

The first time that I saw her there
Carry little Nellie to the boneyard, ho!
Knife in her hand and her feet were bare
Lay little Nellie in her grave down low

Hoe the row, hoe the row down Rosie
Hoe the row, make the garden grow
Hoe the row, hoe the row down Rosie
Lay little Nellie in her grave down low

Then I saw her by the sea
Carry little Nellie to the boneyard, ho!
A silver banjo on her knee
Lay little Nellie in her grave down low

Hoe the row, hoe the row down Rosie
Hoe the row, make the garden grow
Hoe the row, hoe the row down Rosie
Lay little Nellie in her grave down low

Her gown was of the finest silk
Carry little Nellie to the boneyard, ho!
Her skin as white as kitten's milk
Lay little Nellie in her grave down low

Hoe the row, hoe the row down Rosie
Hoe the row, make the garden grow
Hoe the row, hoe the row down Rosie
Lay little Nellie in her grave down low

When I was young and in my prime
Carry little Nellie to the boneyard, ho!
I spun my Nellie a golden twine
Lay little Nellie in her grave down low

Hoe the row, hoe the row down Rosie
Hoe the row, make the garden grow
Hoe the row, hoe the row down Rosie
Lay little Nellie in her grave down low
Track Name: Let the Bulgine Run (Eliza Lee)
Oh smallest skipper that you can find
Let's heave away, haul away
She's the Margaret Evans of the blue star line
Clear away the track and let the bulgine run

Tell me, are you most done?
Let's heave away, haul away
With Eliza Lee all on my knee
Clear away the track and let the bulgine run

Oh the Margaret Evans of the blue star line,
Let's heave away, haul away
She's never a day behind her time,
Clear away the track and let the bulgine run

Tell me, are you most done?
Let's heave away, haul away
With Eliza Lee all on my knee
Clear away the track and let the bulgine run

Oh when I come home across the sea
Let's heave away, haul away
It's Eliza will you marry me?
Clear away the track and let the bulgine run

Tell me, are you most done?
Let's heave away, haul away
With Eliza Lee all on my knee
Clear away the track and let the bulgine run
Track Name: Fiddler on the Moon
Well my grandpa was an honest man, I never heard him lie
But a tale he'd often tell with a twinkle in his eye
Fill him up with whiskey and then very soon
He'd tell you the tale of the fiddler on the moon

When the night was young and the fire was high
The sweet old tune came down from the sky
Love pierced our hearts like a silver harpoon
And we danced all night to the fiddler on the moon
We danced all night to the fiddler on the moon

Well I said to my grandpa 'There are things that cannot be
There's no fiddler on the moon, there's no merry band to see
He said 'Hush my boy, what I'm telling you is true
I've swung to the jigs of the fiddler on the moon'

When the night was young and the fire was high
The sweet old tune came down from the sky
Love pierced our hearts like a silver harpoon
And we danced all night to the fiddler on the moon
We danced all night to the fiddler on the moon

Well I called him oft a fool but he only shook his head
As he cherished his tabacky of a very special blend
He said 'On my soul, oh I swear upon my tomb
I've clicked my heels to the fiddler on the moon'

When the night was young and the fire was high
The sweet old tune came down from the sky
Love pierced our hearts like a silver harpoon
And we danced all night to the fiddler on the moon
We danced all night to the fiddler on the moon

Well it's been many a year since his merry days gone by
But a tale I still tell with a twinkle in my eye
True to his word I'd been hearing it soon
In the spring of the year when the wild mushrooms bloom

When the night was young and the fire was high
The sweet old tune came down from the sky
Love pierced our hearts like a silver harpoon
And we danced all night to the fiddler on the moon
We danced all night to the fiddler on the moon
Track Name: The Ballad of Jamie Raeburn
My name is Jamie Raeburn, from Glasgow town I came
My place and habitation I'm forced to leave in shame
Frae my place and habitation, it's I must gang awa'
Far from the bonnie hills and dales of Caledonia

It was early on one morning, just by the break of day
The turnkey he came to us and unto us did say
Arise you hapless convicts, arise you one and a'
This is the day you are to stray from Caledonia

So we all arose, put on our clothes, our hearts were full of grief
Our friends who stood around the coach could grant us no relief
Our parents, wives and sweethearts too, their hears were broke in twa
To see us leave the hills and dales of Caledonia

So farewell my dearest mother, I'm vexed for what I've done
I hope none shall cast up to you the race that I have run
I hope that they'll protect you when I am far awa'
Far from the bonnie hills and dales of Caledonia

And farewell, my honest father, you were the best of men
And likewise my sweetheart, it's Catherine is her name
No more we'll walk by Clyde's clear stream or by the Broomielaw
For I must leave the hills and dales of Caledonia

My name is Jamie Raeburn, from Glasgow town I came
My place and habitation I'm forced to leave in shame
Frae my place and habitation, it's I must gang awa'
Far from the bonnie hills and dales of Caledonia
Track Name: Whiskey You're the Devil
Now brave boys, we're on the march
Off to Portugal and Spain
Drums are beating, banners are waving
The Devil at home will come tonight
Oh, fare thee well
With a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da
A too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da
Me rifle to the laddie-o
There's whisky in the jar

Oh, whisky you're the devil
You're leading me astray
Over hills and mountains
And to Amerikay
Your sweetness from the bleachner
You're spunkier than tea
Oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober

The French are fighting boldly
Men are dying hot and coldly
Give every man his flask of powder
His firelock on his shoulder
Oh, fare thee well
With a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da
A too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da
Me rifle to the laddie-o
There's whisky in the jar

Oh, whisky you're the devil
You're leading me astray
Over hills and mountains
And to Amerikay
Your sweetness from the bleachner
You're spunkier than tea
Oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober

Says me mother do not wrong me
Don't you take me daughter from me
For if you do I will torment you
When I'm dead my ghost will haunt you
Oh, fare thee well
With a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da
A too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da
Me rifle to the laddie-o
There's whisky in the jar

Oh, whisky you're the devil
You're leading me astray
Over hills and mountains
And to Amerikay
Your sweetness from the bleachner
You're spunkier than tea
Oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober
Track Name: Leave Her Johnny
Oh thought I heard the Old Man say:
'Leave her, Johnny, leave her.'
Oh it's one hard pull till you get your pay
And it's time for us to leave her

Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her

Oh, the wind was foul and the work was hard
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
From the Liverpool docks to the London yard
And it's time for us to leave her

Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her

Oh the captain was bad but the maid was worse
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh she'd strike you down with a spite and a curse
And it's time for us to leave her

Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her

It was rotten meat and mouldy bread
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh you'd eat it or you'd starve to death
And it's time for us to leave her

Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her

Oh and now it's time to say goodbye
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh and now these pumps are all pumped dry
And it's time for us to leave her

Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her

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