Vocal

The songs I sing, from Richard's Anthology of Goodness, a commonplace book I kept and typeset for myself. Words only — the guitar chords are left out here.

Guitar Songs

Barrett's Privateers, Stan Rogers

Oh the year was seventeen-seventy-eight
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
A letter of marque came from the king
To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen

Goddamn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, Shed no tears
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's privateers

Oh Euclid Barrett cried the town
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
For twenty brave men, all fishermen, who
Would make for him the Antelope's crew

Refrain

The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She'd a-list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags

Refrain

On the king's birthday we put to sea
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
We were ninty-one days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way

Refrain

On the ninethy-sixth day we sailed again
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four-pounders, we made to fight

Refrain

The Yankee lay low down with gold
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She was broad and fat and loose with stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days

Refrain

Then at length we stood two cables away
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Our cracked four-pounders made an aweful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in

Refrain

The Antelope shook and pitched on her side
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the main truck carried off both me legs

Refrain

So here I lay in my twenty-third year
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
It's been six years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday

Refrain

Bonnie Ship the Diamond

The Diamond is a ship, my lads
For the Davis Strait we're bound
The quay it is all garnished
With bonnie lasses 'round
Captain Thompson gives the order
To sail the ocean wide
Where the sun it never sets, my lads
Nor darkness dims the sky

For it's cheer up my lads
Let your hearts never fail
For the bonnie ship the Diamond
Goes a-hunting for the whale

Along the quay at Peterhead
The lasses stand aroon
Wi' their shawls all pulled around them
And the saut tears runnin' doon

Don't you weep, my bonnie wee lass
Though you be left behind
For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice
Before we change our mind

Here's a health to the Resolution
Likewise the Eliza Swan
Three cheers for the Battler of Montrose
And the Diamond, ship of fame
We wear the trousers o' the white
The jackets o' the blue
When we get back to Peterhead
We'll hae sweethearts enou'

It will be bright both day and night
When the Greenland lads come hame
Our ship full up with oil, my lads
And money to our name
We'll make the cradles for to rock
And the blankets for to tear
And every lass in Peterhead sing
"Hushabye, my dear"

Country Roads, John Denver

Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze

CHORUS:
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

All my mem'ries, gather 'round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrops in my eyes
CHORUS

I hear her voice, in the mornin' hours she calls to me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin' down the road I get a feeling that I should have been home
yesterday, yesterday

CHORUS

Northwest Passage, Stan Rogers

Ah for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea
Tracing one warm line through a land so wide and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea

Westward from the Davis Strait, 'tis there was said to lie
The sea route to the orient for which so many died
Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered broken bones
And a long forgotten lonely cairn of stones

Three centuries thereafter I take passage over land
In the footsteps of brave Kelso where his "sea of flowers" began
Watching cities rise before me then behind me sink again
This tardiest explorer driving hard across the plains

And through the night behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west
I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson, and the rest
Who cracked the mountain ramparts and did show a path for me
To race the roaring Fraser to the sea

How then am I so different from the first men through this way
Like them, I left a settled life, I threw it all away
To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men
To find there but the road back home again

Wagon Wheel

Headed down south to the land of the pines
And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
Starin' up the road
And pray to God I see headlights

I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh
I can see my baby tonight

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey, mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey, mama rock me

Runnin' from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband
My baby plays the guitar
I pick a banjo now

Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now
Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave
But I ain't a turnin' back
To livin' that old life no more
REFRAIN

Bridge 2x

Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly
Had a nice long talk
But he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee

And I gotta get a move on fit for the sun
I hear my baby callin' my name
And I know that she's the only one
And if I die in Raleigh
At least I will die free

REFRAIN

Pub Songs

Bill and the Bear

Come listen now, good people here
To a story of renown
of the day a hundred years ago
when the circus came to town
Mr Wirth and all his gallant crew
They raised the big top high
And all the folk for miles around
Gathered under a canvas sky

CHORUS:
And were you there in the clear night air
when William Sinclair he fought the bear
Were you there to see William Sinclair
When he wrestled the bear to the ground

There were dancing ponies and tumbling clowns
The best you ever did see
A lion tamer and a high wire act
A girl on the flying trapeze
There was a fat ring-master in a big top hat
And he slashed his whip through the air
With a roar and a growl, a cage went clang
It was samson the mighty bear

He was ten feet high, he was nine feet wide
A mountain of muscle and fur
A mighty beast just as black ar the coal
The ground shook with his roar
Then the man with the whip He called for quiet
not a sound from those who were there
I've a crisp ten pounds for any man here
Who's brave enough to wrestle a bear.

Bill and his family had come to see the show
his youngest newly born
The strongest man to ever walk the range
He'd carry his weight in corn
he sized up the beast, with a glance at his wife
he slowly raised his hand
"I'll have a go", he heard himself say
then up struck the band

Stripped to the waist, bill entered the ring
Circling and bouncing round
First left, then right, 'til he lunged right in
The crowd didn't make a sound
They twisted and they turned as they wrestled and they grappled
At the skin and the muscle and the hair
With a mighty roar, Bill threw Samson down
He raised his fist in the air

You've never heard a roar quite like it
The shouts split the midnight air
Bill was raised above all the heads of the crowd
to the cheers of everyone there
And to this day, when you see the name
of the famous Bill Sinclair
Raise your glass and drink to the health
Of the only man to ever beat the bear.

Bonnie Ship the Diamond

The Diamond is a ship, my lads, for the Davis Strait she's bound.
And the quay it is all garnished with bonnie lasses round.
Captain Thomson gives the order to sail the ocean wide,
Where the sun it never sets, my lads, no darkness dims the sky.
So it's cheer up my lads, let your hearts never fail,
While the bonnie ship, the Diamond goes a-fishing for the whale.

Along the quay at Peterhead
The lasses stand aroon
Wi' their shawls all pulled around them
And the saut tears runnin' doon
Don't you weep, my bonnie wee lass
Though you be left behind
For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice
Before we change our mind

Bully in the Alley

CHORUS:

Help me, Bob, I'm bully in the alley,
Way, hey, bully in the alley!
Help me, Bob, I'm bully in the alley,
Bully down in shinbone al!

Well, Sally is the girl down that I love dearly,
Sally is the girl that I spliced nearly.

For seven long years I courted Sally,
All she did was dilly-dally.

I bought her silks, I bought her laces
I took her out to all the fine places

I'll leave Sal and I'll become a sailor,
I'll leave Sal and ship aboard a whaler.

I'll come back and I'll marry Sally,
We'll have kids and count them by the tally.

Cornish Lads (Roger Bryant)

Well Cornish lads are fishermen
And Cornish lads are miners too
But when the fish and tin are gone
What are the Cornish boys to do?

From Newly town we used to sail
Through rain and mist and lashing gale
The mackerel shoals we hoped to find
And soon we've left Land's End behind

I've searched the seven stones all around
But not a sign or shoal we've found
Round Island light is now in sight
But Scillies are a barren ground

The winding engines used to sing
A melody to Cornish tin
And Geevor lads they all would grin
At pay day on a Friday

The water now reclaims the mine
And young men talk of old men's time
And go to work in gold or coal
Or face a life upon the dole

The hammer of the auction man
Is the only sound we soon will hear
And visitors will make the noise
And order drinks from Cornish boys

We'll do as we have done before
Go out to roam the wild world o'er
Wherever sea or ship are found
Or there's a hole down underground

Well Cornish lads are fishermen
And Cornish lads are miners too
So when the fish and tin are gone
That's what the Cornish boys will do

Farewell to Carlingford

When I was young and in my prime
And could wander wild and free
There was always a longing in my mind
To follow the call of the sea

So I'll sing farewell to Carlingford
And farewell to Greenore
And I'll think of you both day and night
Until I return once more, till I return once more

On all of the stormy seven seas
I have sailed before the mast
And on every voyage I ever made
I swore it would be my last

Now, I had a girl called Mary Doyle
And she lived in Greenore
And the foremost thought that was in her mind
Was to keep me safe on shore

Now, the landsman's life is all his own
He can go or he can stay
But when the sea gets in your blood
When she calls you must obey

So I'll sing farewell to Carlingford
And farewell to Greenore
And I'll think of you both day and night
Untill I return once more, until I return once more

Farewell to Nova Scotia

Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast,
may your (pause) mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

The sun was setting in the west,
The birds were singing on every tree.
All nature seemed inclined to rest
But still there was no rest for me.

I grieve to leave my native land,
I grieve to leave my comrades all,
And my parents whom I love so dear,
And the bonnie, bonnie lass/lad that I do adore.

The drums they do beat and the wars to alarm,
The captain calls, I must obey.
So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms,
For it's early in the morning and I'm far, far away.

Chorus

I have three brothers and they are at rest,
Their arms are folded on their chest.
But a poor simple sailor just like me,
Must be tossed and turned on the deep dark sea.

Chorus

Fiddler's Green

As I walked by the dock side one evening so fair
To view the solt water and take the sea air
I heard an old fisherman singing this song
Wont you take me away boys me time is not long

CHORUS:

Wrap me up in me oil-skin and blanket,
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old ship-mates I'm taking a trip mates
And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green.

Now the skies are all clear and there's never a gale
and the fish jump on board with a swish of their tails
you can lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
and the skippers been all making tae for the crew.

Now Fiddlers Green is a place I heard tell
Where fishermen go if they don't go to hell
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away

When you get to the docks and the long trip is true
There's pubs and there's clubs and lassies there too
Where the girls are all pritty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree

Now I don't want a harp nor a halo not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging I'll sing me

this song

General Taylor

Well General Taylor gained the day
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
Well General Taylor he gained the day
Carry him to his bury'n ground

Tell me where you're stormy
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Tell me where you're stormy
Carry him to his bury'n ground

We'll dig his grave with a silver spade
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
His shroud of the finest silk will be made
Carry him to his bury'n ground

We'll lower him down on a golden chain
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
On every inch we'll carve his name
Carry him to his bury'n ground

General Taylor he's all the go
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
He's gone where the stormy winds won't blow
Carry him to his bury'n ground

General Taylor he's dead and he's gone
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
Well General Taylor he's long dead and gone
Carry him to his bury'n ground

Here's A Health To The Company

Kind friends and companions come join me in rhyme
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
Come lift up your voices all grief to refrain
For we may or might never all meet here again
So here's a health to the company and one to my lass
Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass
Let's drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may or might never all meet here again

Here's a health to the wee lass that I love so well
For style and for beauty there's none can excel
There's a smile on her countenance as she sits upon my knee
There is no man in in this wide world as happy as me

So here's a health to the company and one to my lass
Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass
Let's drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may or might never all meet here again

Our ship lies at anchor, she is ready to dock
I wish her safe landing without any shock
And if ever I should meet you by land or by sea
I will always remember your kindness to me

So here's a health to the company and one to my lass
Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass
Let's drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may or might never all meet here again

I'se the B'y

I'se the b'y that builds the boat
And I'se the b'y that sails her
I's the b'y that catches the fish,
And takes them home to Lizer.

Hip your partner Sally Tibbo
Hip your partner Sally Brown
Fogo, Twillingate, Morton's Harbour,
All around the circle.

Sods and rinds to cover your flake,
Cake and tea for supper,
Codfish in the spring o' the year,
Fried in maggoty butter!

I don't want your maggoty fish,
That's no good for winter,
I could buy as good as that
Down in Bonavista.

I took Lizer to a dance, And faith, but she could travel!
And every step that she did take
Was up to her knees in gravel.

Susan White, she's out of sight,
Her petticoat wants a border,
Old Sam Oliver in the dark
He kissed her in the corner.

The Leaving of Liverpool

Farewell to Prince's Landing Stage, River Mersey, fare thee well.
I am bound for California, a place I know right well!

So fare thee well, my own true love, when I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee.

I am bound for California by the way of stormy Cape Horn.
And I'm bound to write you a letter, love, when I am homeward bound.

I have signed on a Yankee Clipper ship, Davy Crockett is her name.
And Burgess is the Captain of her, and they say she's a floating grave.

I have shipped with Burgess once before, and I think I know him well.
If a man's a seaman, he can get along; if not, then he's sure in Hell.

Lever Johnny

Archimedes was a fine old man;
Of that I'm a believer.
He invented hair oil and the frying pan,
and he taught us about the lever.
Lever, Johnny, the lever!
O lever, Johnny, the lever!
Not the pulley or the screw or the incline plane. . .
It's time to use the lever.

Well, the incline plane it launched our ship
And screw it may well sink her
And the pulleys we pull in the rigging all day. . .
But what about the lever?

When the grog it is brought up on deck
Our thirst it's a reliever
And the bung won't budge from the bunghole, then
It's time to use the lever

Archimedes, he is dead and gone.
May God be his receiver!
And we dig his grave with a silver spade,
Which, in fact, is just a lever.

Life of the Rover

The old ways are changing, you cannot deny
The day of the traveller is over
There is nowhere to go and there is nowhere to buy
So farewell to the life of the rover

Farewell to the tent and the old caravan
To the tinker, the gipsy, the travelling man
Farewell to the life of the rover

Farewell to the ken and the travelling tongue
Farewell to the romany talking
The buying and selling, the old fortune telling
The knock at the door and the hawking

Farewell to the besom of heather and broom
Farewell to the creel and the basket
The folks of today, they would far soon and pay
For a thing that's been made out of plastic

Farewell to the tent . . .

Farewell to the fields where we sweated and toiled
The pulling and crowning and lifting
They'll soon have machines and the travelling queens
And there manfolks can better be shifting

Farewell to the tent . . .

The old ways are passing and soon will be gone
For progress is eye a big factor
It's scent to afflict us and when they avict us
They tow us away with a tractor

You've got to move fast to keep up with the times
For these days a man cannot donder
There's a buy-lord to say you must be on your way
And another to say you cant wander

Farewell to the tent . . .

Loch Lomond

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Me and my true love were ever wont to gae
On the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond
Chorus Ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond
'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond
Where in the purple hue the hieland hills we view
And the moon coming out in the gloaming
The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again
And the waefu' may cease frae their greetin'

Mingulay Boat Song

Heel y'ho boys, let her go, boys
Bring her head round now all together
Heel y'ho boys, let her go boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay!

What care we tho' white the Minch is
What care we for wind and weather?
Let her go boys, every inch is
Wearing homeward to Mingulay!

Wives are waiting on the bank, boys,
Looking seaward from the heather.
Pull her 'round boys, and we'll anchor
'Ere the sun sets at Mingulay!

Ships returning, heavy laden
Mothers holding bairns a'cryin
We'll return boys, when the sun sets
We'll return home to Mingulay!

Chorus

Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, aliveO!
Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O!
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, aliveO!
She was a fish-monger, but sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheeled their barrow
She died of a fever, and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow

Parting Song, Dave Webber

Dave Webber, dedicated to the memory of his friend John Purdy of Torquay (1927–1993).

Soon the morning sun will rise,
And dawn will bathe the sky.
There's time for just this parting song,
Before we say goodbye.

Chorus:
So sing together one and all,
And raise a glass of wine,
Here's hoping we will meet again,
Along the road of time.

We've shared our stories, yours and mine,
We've shared our hopes and fears.
With memories of distant youth,
We've both rolled back the years.

The ever-turning, fateful wheel,
Must cause our ways to part.
And bringing untold mysteries,
Another day will start.

For from endings come beginnings,
From the old shall come the new,
With hopes for tomorrow,
We'll see our parting through.

Rolling Home

John Tams.

Round goes the wheel of fortune
Don't be afraid to ride
There's a land of milk and honey
Waits on the other side
There'll be peace and there'll be plenty
You'll never need to roam
When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home.

Rolling home, when we go rolling home
When we go rolling, rolling, when we go rolling home

The gentry in their fine array
Do prosper night and morn
While we unto the fields must go
To plough and sow their corn
The rich may steal the power
But the glory's ours alone
When we go rolling home (etc)

The frost is on the hedgerow
The icy winds do blow
While we poor weary labourers
Strive through the driving snow
Our dreams fly up to glory
Up where the lark has flown
When we go rolling home (etc)

The summer of resentment
The winter of despair
The journey to contentment
Is set with trap and snare
Stand to and stand together
Your labour's yours alone
When we go rolling home (etc)

So pass the bottle round
And let the toast go free (Free the Toast!)
Here's a health to every labourer
Wherever they may be
Fair wages now and ever
Let's reap what we have sown
When we go rolling home (etc)

Seaman's Hymn

Come all you bold seamen
Wherever you're bound
And always let Nelson's
Proud mem'ry go round

And pray that the wars
And the tumults may cease
For the greatest of gifts
Is a sweet lasting peace

May the Lord put an end
To these cruel old wars
And bring peace and contentment
To all our brave tars.

Skye Boat Song

Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye

Loud the wind howls, loud the waves roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air
Baffled our foes, stand by the shore
Follow they will not dare

Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore did wield
When the night came, silently lain
Dead on Culloden field

Though the waves heave, soft will ye sleep
Ocean's a royal bed
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head

Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men
Yet e'er the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again.

Song for the Spitfire

You can sing of your great navies and your mighty men of war.
But the little gunboat Spitfire held them at Valcour.
And bought the time for Arnold and the ragtag rebel fleet to deny the royal navy our defeat.

230 years since she's seen the light of day
Haltered by a headwind as she fled from Valcour bay
Can you hear her murmur softly as she finally goes down
the names of all the dying and the drown?

Will you look across the water and see what lies below?
A place that few imagine and fewer ever go.
With her mast still raised for action her hull lies in the sand.
Like she's waiting for her captain's last command.
Like she's waiting for her captain's last command.

Those who hunt for shipwrecks, they are a breed apart.
Scholar and adventurer both in equal part.
They keep a secret hoping that she will tell them first
in the silence of a battle field submerged

They risk their lives but once a year to slip beneath the waves
The only souls to visit her lonely unmarked grave
Of all the vessels lost and found the Spitfire burns most bright.
And draws toward that long dark Valcour night

Do we search with it for daring that would slip through British lines?
Down where she rests uneasy, or do we hope to find?
Do we dream of hands on muffled oars and hearts that mastered fear?
Have we sailed with the Spitfire all these years?

You can have your famous navies and your mighty men of war.
I salute the little gunboat that lies on Champlain's floor.
And the modern day explorers who keep faith with the past
And would see her brought to daylight at long last

Will you look across the water and see what lies below?
A place that few imagine and fewer ever go.
With her mast still raised for action her hull lies in the sand.

Like she's waiting for her captain's last command.

Stirling

Lying on the ground, he's pierced through the chest.
He's in great pain and dyin' but he knows he's done his best.
He gave all for his country, for his freedom, and the Truth,
And fought shoulder to shoulder with the man they call the Bruce

Give me Stirling, give me Bannockburn
Let me fight with Wallace, livin' tales of Robert Burns.
Lyin' in me bed, I wish I'd fought out in the fields,
In the glory days of Scotland when Scots made the English heel.

Sitting in a pub, like any other bar,
he strips his sleeves and proudly shows his hard-won battle scars.
The man o'er in the corner with a patch over one eye;
They drink a beer together and recall their battle cry.

Standing by the plow, his fields have all been tilled,
He takes no pleasure thinkin' of the Englishmen he's killed.
Fought poor William Wallace, a man he called a friend,
And he swore an oath to Scotland he'd defend her 'til the end.

Centuries have passed, but never Scotish pride,
our politicians long for what our countrymen have died.
Spirit of William Wallace lives on in our hearts and heads.
The passion of the Bruce, and those who for Scotland bled.

'Tis Women

A round, by Henry Purcell.

'Tis women makes us love,
'tis love that makes us sad,
'tis sadness makes us drink,
and drinking makes us mad!

Whistling Gypsy

Whistling Gypsy came over the hill,
Down thru the valley so shady;
He whistled and he sang
til the greenwood rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

Chorus:
A dee do a dee do die day,
A dee do a dee day-o
(He whistled and he sang
Til the greenwood rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.)
(repeat last three lines)

She left her father's castle gate,
she left her fair young lover;
She left her servants
And her estate
to follow the gypsy rover.

She left behind her velvet gown,
And shoes of Spanish leather;
They whistled and they sang
Till the greenwood rang,
As they rode off together.

Last night she slept on a goose feather bed
With silken sheets for cover;
Tonight she sleeps
On the cold, cold ground
Beside her gypsy lover.

Her father saddled up his fastest steed
And roamed the valleys all over
Sought his daughter
At great speed
And the whistling gypsy rover.

He came at last to a mansion fine,
Down by the river Claydee
And there was music
And there was wine,
For the gypsy and his lady.

"He is no gypsy, my father" she said
"But lord of these lands all over,
And I shall stay
'til my dying day
With my whistling gypsy rover."

Woyaya

We are going, heaven knows where we are going,
We'll know we're there.
We will get there, heaven knows how we will get there,
We know we will.

It will be hard we know
And the road will be muddy and rough,
But we'll get there, heaven knows how we will get there,
We know we will.

We are going, heaven knows where we are going,
We'll know we're there.