Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is Botany Bay. No, it’s not about Khan Noonian Singh, it’s about immigration and the search for fame and fortune.

Botany Bay

Botany Bay(PDF)

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is Rising Of The Moon. I had never tried to do this in the key of G, but it much easier than I expected. Shows what I know.

Rising Of The Moon

Rising Of The Moon(PDF)

THE RISING OF THE MOON

And come [G]tell me Sean O’Farrell tell me [D7]why you hurry so
Husha [C]buachaill hush and [G]listen and his [D7]cheeks were all a [G]glow
I bear orders from the captain get you [D7]ready quick and soon
For the [C]pikes must be [G]together at the [D7]rising of the [G]moon
At the rising of the moon, at the [D7]rising of the moon
For the [C]pikes must be [G]together at the [D7]rising of the [G]moon

And come tell me Sean O’Farrell where the gath’rin is to be
At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me
One more word for signal token whistle out the marchin’ tune
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon

Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning light
Murmurs rang along the valleys to the banshees lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, ’tis the rising of the moon
’tis the rising of the moon, ’tis the rising of the moon
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, ’tis the rising of the moon

I love Tommy Makem’s songs so I had to do Paddy Kelly’s Brew as the Irish Pub Song Of The Day. Even if you are not familiar with the song, just play along using the chords to Jesse James.

Paddy Kelly’s Brew

Paddy Kelly’s Brew(PDF)

Sean South is today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day. The melody is the same as Roddy McCorley so I decided to go up the neck and play out of the D position. I hope you enjoy.

Sean South

Sean South(PDF)

The Moonshiner is today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day. It’s a great song about the love of the drink. If you can get everyone it yell out “Hey” during the chorus, they’ll make the song their own.

The Moonshiner

The Moonshiner(PDF)

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is McAlpine’s Fusiliers. This song proves that the new immigrant class has always had it hard when coming to a new land.

McAlpine’s Fusiliers

McAlpine’s Fusiliers(PDF)

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is Whiskey in the Jar. It’s the story of a Highwayman and is probably the most popular song of that genre.

Whiskey In The Jar

Whiskey In The Jar(PDF)

                       WHISKEY IN THE JAR

[C]As I was going over the far [Am]famed Kerry mountains,

[F]met with Captain Farrell and his [C]money he was counting,

I first produced my pistol and I then [Am]produced my rapier,

Saying [F]Stand and Deliver for you [C]are the bold deceiver,

[G]Musha ring dum a do dum a da  [C]Whack fol the daddy-o.

 [F]Whack fol the daddy-o, There’s [C]whiskey [G]in the [C]jar.

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,

I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny,

She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me,

But the devil take the women for they never can be easy.

I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber,

I dreamed of Gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder,

But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them up with water,

And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter,

T’was early in the morning just before I rose to travel,

Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell,

I first produced my pistol for she’d stolen away my rapier,

But I couldn’t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

They put me into jail with a judge or writing

For robbing Colonel Farrell on the far famed Kerry Mountains

They didn’t take me fists, so I knocked the sentry down

And bid a fond farewell to the jail in Limerick Town

There’s some take delight in the carriages a rollin’,

And others take delight in the hurlin’ and the bowlin’,

But I take delight in the juice of the barley

And courtin’ pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early.

If anyone can aid me it’s my brother in the army,

If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney,

And if he’ll go with me we’ll go roving in Kilkenny,

And I’m sure he’ll treat me better than my own disporting Jenny.

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is Winds of Morning. I always thought of this Tommy Makem song as a Celtic “This Land is Your Land.”

Winds of Morning

Winds of Morning(PDF)

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is Wild Rover. Oh, the life of a reprobate!!!

Wild RoverWild Rover

Wild Rover(PDF)

It’s time for a sea song and the key of D! You asked for it, so now you got it. Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is The Holy Ground. This is a great number and one of the first Celtic songs I fell in love with.

This is one where you should definately shout out “Fine Girl You Are!” If you get together with a few pickers or singers encourage them to shout out the end line as loud as they can (if you have forgiving neighbors!).

The Holy Ground

The Holy Ground(PDF)

The Holy Ground

 Fare[D] thee well, my [A7]lovely [D]Dinah, a thousand [A7]times a[D]dieu.
We are going away from the [G]Holy Ground and the [D]girls we all love [A7]true.
We’ll[D] sail the[A7] salt seas[D] over and we’ll return for[G] sure[A],
And [D]still I live in [G]hope to [D]see the Holy [A7]Ground once [D]more.
(Shouted) Fine girl you are!

(Sung)[D] You’re the girl I do a[G]dore,,,[A]
And [D]still I live in [G]hope to [D]see the Holy [A7]Ground once [D]more.

Now when we’re out a-sailing and you are far behind
Fine letters will I write to you with the secrets of my mind,
The secrets of my mind, my girl, you’re the girl that I adore,
And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more.

Oh now the storm is raging and we are far from shore;
The poor old ship she’s sinking fast and the riggings they are tore.
The night is dark and dreary, we can scarcely see the moon,
But still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more.

It’s now the storm is over and we are safe on shore
We’ll drink a toast to the Holy Ground and the girls that we adore.
We’ll drink strong ale and porter and we’ll make the taproom roar,
And when our money is all spent we’ll go to sea once more.