The Irish Pub Song Of The Day for Friday is Peace and Justice. It’s written to the melody of “Lonesome Valley”. It’s an addictive little song and says everything you could about peace and those (the majority on both sides) you want to find it.

Peace and Justice(PDF)

PEACE AND JUSTICE

Raise the [G]cry for peace and justice, let the [D7]people sound the [G]call
Justice [C]for our battered [G]country. Peace for [D7]one and peace for [G]all

Chorus:

Peace and [G]justice are our watchwords. Peace and [D7]justice is our [G]call
Peace and [C]justice for our [G]people. Peace for [D7]one and peace for [G]all

Tell the RUC and the English soldiers, the UVF and the IRA
Guns can’t silence all the people calling out for peace to light another brand new day

In Armagh, Belfast and Derry, people walking hand in hand
Cry with love and heartfelt yearning, “Help us heal our broken land”

Man’s injustice to his neighbour, for too long has been our fate
Practice love and understanding, all we need to hate is hate

Though the road be rough and rocky and the problems mountain high
Hold your hand out to your neighbour
And we’ll all find peace and justice by and by

We must all sit down together share our hopes, our joys, our fears
Understanding and forgiveness will dry up our country’s tears

Every day that peace continues, hope will help to ease the pain
Sisters, brothers understanding will make our land a nation once again

Lukey is today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day. It comes to us from North of the border. I went ahead a wrote a verse just for my good friend, The Colonel. I hope you enjoy it.

Lukey (PDF)

Lukey (2/4)

(G)Lukey’s boat is (D7)painted green,  (G)aha, me (D)boys!

(G)Lukey’s boat is (Am)painted (D7)green, It’s the (Em)prettiest boat that you’ve (C)ever (D)seen,

(G)A-ha, me (D7)boys a-riddle-i-(G)day!  (D) (G)A-ha, me (D7)boys a-riddle-i-(G)day!  (D)

(G)Lukey’s boat’s got a (D7)pineboard cutty, (G)aha, me (D)boys!

(G)Lukey’s boat’s got a (Am)pineboard (D7)cutty, and (Em)every seam is (C)chinked with (D)putty,

(G) I, says Lukey “the (D7)blinds are down,” (G)aha, me (D)boys!

(G)I, says Lukey “the (Am)blinds are (D7)down” “Me (Em)wife is dead and she’s (C)under-(D)ground”

 (G)I, says Lukey “(D7)I don’t care”(G)aha, me (D)boys!

(G)I, says Lukey “(Am)I don’t (D7)care” “I’ll (Em)get me another in the (C)spring of the (D)year”
(G) Lukey’s rolling (D7)out his grub, (G)aha, me (D)boys!

(G)Lukey’s rolling (Am)out his (D7)grub,(Em)One split pea in a (C)ten pound (D)tub,

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is one of my absolute favorites. It’s Tommy Makem’s Four Green Fields. The imagery of this song is absolutely perfect.

Four Green Fields(PDF)

FOUR GREEN FIELDS

[G]What [D7]did I [G]have said the [C]fine old [G]woman
What [D7]did I [G]have[Em] this [Am]proud old woman did [D7]say
I had [G]four [D7]green [Em]fields [G]each one [C]was a [D7]jewel
But [G]stran[D7]gers [Em]came and [C]tried to take them from [D7]me
But [G]my fine [D7]strong [G]sons they [C]fought to save my [D7]jewels
They [C]fought and they [G]died and that was my [D7]grief said [G]she

Long time ago said the fine old woman
Long time ago this proud old woman did say
There was war and death plundering and pillage
My children starved by mountain, valley and stream
And their wailing cries they reach the very heavens
And my four green fields ran red with their blood said she

What have I now said the fine old woman
What have I now this proud old woman did say
I have four green fields one of them in bondage
In strangers’ hands that tried to take it from me
But my sons have sons as brave as their fathers
And my four green fields will bloom once again said she

And my four green fields will bloom once again said she

This Irish Pub Song Of The Day started life as a Dublin street ballad and became the inspiration for James Joyce’s literary masterpiece. I hope you enjoy this song of life, love and ressurection thanks to the “water of life”, Finnegan’s Wake.

Finnegan’s Wake(PDF)

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is Lolly Too Dum. It’s not really Irish but I had some requests for it and it was covered by the late, great Tommy Makem.

Lolly Too Dum(PDF)

Lolly Too Dum

[G]As I Went Out One Morning To Take The Pleasant Air,
Lolly Too Dum, Too Dum, [D7]Lolly Too Dum[G] Day.
As I Went Out One Morning To Take The Pleasant Air,
I Overheard A Mother A-Scolding Her Daughter Fair,
Lolly Too Dum, Too Dum, [D7]Lolly Too Dum [G]Day.

You Better Go Wash Them Dishes, And Hush That Flattering Tongue
You Know You Want To Get Married And That You Are Too Young.

Oh, Pity My Condition Just As You Would Your Own.
For Fourteen Long Years, I’ve Been Living All Alone.

Supposing I Was Willing, Where Would You Get Your Man?
Why, Lordy, Mercy! Mammy, I’d Marry That Handsome Sam.

Supposing He Should Slight You Like You Done Him Before?
Why, Lordy, Mercy! Mama, I’d Marry Forty More

There’s Doctors And Lawyers And Boys From The Plow.
Why, Lordy, Mercy! Mammy, I’m Gettin’ That Feelin’ now

Now, My Daughter?s Married And Well For To Do.
Come All Ye Ladies, I’m On The Market, Too!

It’s Friday and time for a fun Irish Pub Song Of The Day. This time it’s Twice Daily. I hope you enjoy and try it, it’s easy!!!

Twice Daily(PDF)

TWICE DAILY

When [G]I was a lad I was so glad to go out in the [D7]daytime
With me fork, a bottle and a cork to help out in the [G]haytime
Tossin’ hay one fine day I met young Lucy [D7]Bailey
And I said my dear “Are you often here”, she said “Yes sir, twice [G]daily”

Well we had such fun in the summer sun, Lucy was so thrillin’
So sweet and pure but I wasn’t sure if that girl was willin’
Until one day among the hay we were working gaily
When she up’s and slips and her garters ripped and I went there twice daily
Did the rum do dee, did de rum do da, did the rum da do do randy
Did the rye do dee, did the rye do da, did the rye do dee, twice daily

Well Lucy’s dad he was very mad, he chased me ’round the haybarn
He said “You son, now you’ve had your fun, the time has come to pay now”
“The girl you’ll wed”, the old man said as he waved his shotgun gaily
“If you don’t”, he says, “where I’ll put the lead you won’t sit there twice daily”

So the very next day in the month of May we held the ceremony
And we paid off the vicar with a gallon of liquor, and we rode to church on a pony
To Lucy’s joy we had a boy, what a little darlin’
He’s round and fat as a Cheshire cat, as perky as a starlin’

Well now we’re old, our story’s told, forty years together
Tho’ we often stray where we tossed the hay in that old time summer weather
Well, kids we’ve got ten or more, we goes on quiet gaily
Tho’ I’m old and grey when I’ve got me way I still go there twice daily

After some email about this being a different version than American Folk Singers perform, I decided to go ahead and do this one for the Irish Pub Song Of The Day.

Jesse James(PDF)

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is Look At The Coffin or Isn’t It Grand Boys. It’s a great and morbid song that is easy to sing.

Look At The Coffin(PDF)

Look At The Coffin

[G]Look at the coffin, with golden [C]handles
Isn’t it [G]grand, boys, to be bloody well[D7] dead?

[Chorus]
[G]Let’s not have a sniffle, let’s have a [C]bloody good [G]cry
And always re[C]member, the [G]longer you live
The [D]sooner you’ll bloody well [G]die.

Look at the flowers, all bloody withered
Isn’t it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead?

Look at the mourners, bloody great hypocrites..
Isn’t it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead?

Look at the preacher, bloody well sanctified…
Isn’t it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead?

Look at the widow, bloody great female…
Isn’t it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead?

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(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(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