Anthems

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The Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many's the year I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer But now I'm returning with gold in great store And I never will play the wild rover no more

Chorus: And it's No, Nay, never, No, nay never no more Will I play the wild rover, No never no more

I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent And I told the landlady me money was spent I asked her for credit, she answered me nay Such a customer as you I can have any day

Chorus

I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best And the words that you told me were only in jest"

Chorus

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son And, when they've caressed me as oft times before I never will play the wild rover no more

Chourus

The Fields of Athenry

By a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling Micheal they have taken you away For you stole Trevelyn's corn So the young might see the morn. Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.

Chorus: Low lie the Fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly. Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling Nothing matters Mary when you're free, Against the Famine and the Crown I rebelled they ran me down Now you must raise our child with dignity.

Chorus

By a lonely harbor wall She watched the last star falling As that prison ship sailed out against the sky Sure she'll wait and hope and pray For her love in Botany Bay It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

Chorus

Rattlin' Bog

Chorus: Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o And in that bog there was a tree A rare tree and a rattlin' tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

And on that tree there was a limb A rare limb and a rattlin' limb And the limb on the tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

Now on that limb there was a branch A rare branch and a rattlin' branch And the branch on the limb And the limb on the tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

Now on that branch there was a twig A rare twig and a rattlin' twig And the twig on the branch And the branch on the limb And the limb on the tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

Now on that twig there was a nest A rare nest and a rattlin' nest And the nest on the twig And the twig on the branch And the branch on the limb And the limb on the tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

Now in that nest there was an egg A rare egg and a rattlin' egg And the egg in the nest And the nest on the twig And the twig on the branch And the branch on the limb And the limb on the tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

Now in that egg there was a bird A rare bird and a rattlin' bird And the bird on the egg And the egg in the nest And the nest on the twig And the twig on the branch And the branch on the limb And the limb on the tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

Now on that bird there was a feather A rare feather and a rattlin' feather And the feather on the bird And the bird on the egg And the egg in the nest And the nest on the twig And the twig on the branch And the branch on the limb And the limb on the tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

Now on that feather there was a flea A rare flea and a rattlin' flea And the flea on the feather And the feather on the bird And the bird on the egg And the egg in the nest And the nest on the twig And the twig on the branch And the branch on the limb And the limb in the tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Climbers Days of Christmas

(Same as the regular tune with the altered words)

On the first day of Christmas, my belayer sent to me: A screwgate Carbiner

On the second day of Christmas, my belayer sent to me: Two sets of nuts. and a screwgate carabiner.

Continue with:

Three French Grades

Four Belay Plates

Five Nut Keys

Six hexes jangling

Seven prussiks tightening

Eight cams a walking

Nine leaders leading

Ten pitons scarring

Eleven anchors failing

Twelve hands a jamming

Drunken Climber

What shall we do with a drunken climber

What shall we do with a drunken climber

What shall we do with a drunken climber

Early in the morning


Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Early in the morning


Draw on him with a permanent marker

Draw on him with a permanent marker

Draw on him with a permanent marker

Early in the morning


Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Early in the morning


Shave his belly with a rusty razor

Shave his belly with a rusty razor

Shave his belly with a rusty razor

Early in the morning


Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Early in the morning


Give him a hair of the dog that bit him

Give him a hair of the dog that bit him

Give him a hair of the dog that bit him

Early in the morning


Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Early in the morning


Give him bottle of whisky

Give him bottle of whisky

Give him bottle of whisky

Early in the morning


Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Early in the morning


Fill his chalk bag with water

Fill his chalk bag with water

Fill his chalk bag with water

Early in the morning


Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Early in the morning


Tie a chair to his leg,

Tie a chair to his leg,

Tie a chair to his leg,

Early in the morning


Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Early in the morning


That's what to do with a drunken climber

That's what to do with a drunken climber

That's what to do with a drunken climber

Early in the morning


Way hay and down he’s falling

Way hay and down he’s falling

Way hay and down he’s falling

Early in the morning