A Song a Day

Oh The sweetest packet ye can find                         
Ah Hey Ah Ho! Are you most done
Is the Old Wildcat of the Swallowtail Line
So clear away the track and let the bulgine run

To me Hey Rig-a-jig, in a jaunting car 
Ah Hey Ah Ho Are you most done
With Eliza Lee all on my knee 
So clear away the track and let the bulgine run

O the Old Wildcat of the Swallowtail Line
She's never a day behind her time

O we're outward bound for New York Town
Them bowery gals we'll waltz around

Oh the girls are walking on the pier!
Let's go on ashore and drink lots'a beer

O them bowery gals will give us fun
Chatham Street dives is home from home

When we've stowed our freight at the West Street Pier
It's home to Liverpool then we'll steer

When we all gets back to Liverpool town  
I'll stand ye whiskies all around

O heave a pawl, O bear a hand
Just one more pull and make her stand

O when I gets home across the sea
Eliza will you marry me

Hark when the night is falling
Hear! hear the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling,
Down thro' the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.

Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards gloriously wave,
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart forever,
Scotland the brave.

High in the misty Highlands,
Out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat
Beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you,
Staunch are the friends that greet you,
Kind as the love that shines from fair maiden's eyes.

Far off in sunlit places,
Sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the kiss
Of sweet Scottish rain.
Where tropic skies are beaming,
Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.

Le tengo rabia al silencio
por todo lo que perdí.
Que no se quede callado
Quien quiera vivir feliz.

Un día monté a caballo,
Y en la selva me metí,
Y sentí que un gran silencio
Crecía dentro de mí.

Hay silencio en mi guitarra
Cuando canto el yaraví,
Y lo mejor de mi canto
Se queda dentro de mí.

Cuando el amor me hizo señas,
Todo entero me encendí.
Y á fuerza de ser callado,
Callado me consumí.

Le tengo rabia al silencio
Por todo lo que perdí,
Que no se quede callado
Quien quiera vivir feliz.

You lived your life in service
Apprenticed long enough
And you've learnt to love the ocean
Both becalmed and deadly rough

Still you wait in patient silence
For some long abandoned ship
To call you up for duty
For one more longed-for trip

Still Henry comes to see you
And helps to dry your tears
With his love of country music
And half a dozen beers

And he takes you from your sorrow
And he takes you on the town
Says, "If you can't forget the ocean,
There's danger you might drown"

No sixty year old sailor
Is wanted on the sea
And no forty years of sailing
Will get them to agree
No twenty years of reasoning
Will ever make them see
And no amount of money
Will ever set you free

But Henry's young and happy
He can only do so much
And you realise he's losing you
When you start losing touch

In this dirty, smoky barroom
You stare blindly at your past
And you see the ghost of every coast
Appearing in your glass

And you did your bit for Europe
For your king and your country
But they soon forgot your sacrifice
In the wake of victory

And these empty bottles ask you,
Was it peace or was it war,
Was it love or just frustration,
That brought you down so far?

No sixty year old sailor
Is wanted on the sea
And no forty years of sailing
Will get them to agree
No twenty years of reasoning
Will ever make them see
And no amount of money
Will ever set you free

And all those years of waiting
Were they worth it after all
When there's only one more voyage
Just one more port of call?

Kven skal synge meg
i daudsvevna slynge meg
når eg Helvegen går
og dei spora eg trår
er kalde, så kalde

Eg songane søkte
Eg songane sende
då den djupaste brunni
gav meg dråper så ramme
av Valfaders pant

Alt veit eg, Odin
kvar du auge løynde

Kven skal synge meg
i daudsvevna slynge meg
når eg Helvegen går
og dei spora eg trår
er kalde, så kalde

Årle ell i dagars hell
enn veit ravnen om eg fell

Når du ved helgrindi står
og når du laus deg må rive
skal eg fylgje deg
yver gjallarbruni med min song

Du blir løyst frå banda som bind deg
Du er løyst frå banda som batt deg

Deyr fé
deyja frændr
deyr sjalfr it sama
en orðstírr
deyr aldregi
hveim er sér góðan getr

Deyr fé
deyja frændr
deyr sjalfr it sama
ek veit einn
at aldrei deyr
dómr um dauðan hvern

Who will sing me,
in the deathsleep sweep me?
On the road to Hel
When the tracks I trod
are cold, so cold

I sought the songs
I sent the songs
Then the deepest well
offered drops so strong
of Valfaders pledge

I know Odin
Where you hid your eye

Who will sing me,
in the deathsleep sweep me?
On the road to Hel
When the tracks I trod
are cold, so cold

Early or in the fading day
The raven knows where I lay

When you stand at the gate of Hel
And when you have to tear free
I will follow you
Past the bridge of Gjöll with my song

You become free from the bonds that bind you!
You are free from the bonds that bound you!

[Hávamál 76, 77]
Cattle die,
and kinsmen die,
And so one dies one's self;
But a noble name
will never die,
If good renown one gets.

Cattle die,
and kinsmen die,
And so one dies one's self;
One thing now
that never dies,
The fame of a dead man's deeds.

To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
We'll pay Paddy Doyle for his boots!
To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
We'll all throw muck at the cook!

To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
We'll all shave under the chin!
To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
We'll all drink brandy and gin!

To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
The dirty ol' man's on the poop!
To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
We'll bouse her up and be done!

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Now we are ready to head for the Horn,
Way, hey, roll an' go!
Our boots an' our clothes boys are all in the pawn,
Timme rollickin' randy dandy O!

Heave a pawl, oh, heave away,
Way, hey, roll an' go!
The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored,
Timme rollickin' randy dandy O!

Sing goodbye to Sally an' goodbye to Sue,
For we are the boy-os who can kick 'er through.

Soon we'll be warping her out through the locks,
Where the pretty young gals all come down in their flocks,

Come breast the bars, bullies, an' heave her away,
Soon we'll be rollin' her 'way down the Bay,

Oh, man the stout caps'n an' heave with a will,
Soon we'll be drivin' her 'way down the hill.

Heave away, bullies, ye parish-rigged bums,
Take yer hands from yer pockets and don't suck yer thumbs.

Roust 'er up, bullies, the wind's drawin' free,
Let's get the glad-rags on an' drive 'er to sea.

We're outward bound for Vallipo Bay,
Get crackin', m' lads, 'tis a hell o' a way!

Uno nace mientras el planeta gira
Los pulmones abren, la nariz respira
Escuchamos al mundo con todo su alboroto
Los párpados suben y los ojos tiran fotos

Y salimos de la cuna para dormir en la cama
Nos crecen los brazos como crecen las ramas
Como crecen las hojas nos crecen las manos
Como crecen los días cuando madruga temprano

Los segundos los minutos y las horas germinan
Así como los días empiezan y terminan
Los meses se disfrazan según el meridiano
Otoño, invierno, primavera, verano

Y se ajusta el camino a nuestros pasos
Así como el agua se adapta a su vaso
Nuestro corazón se aclimata a la altura
Y nos adaptamos a cualquier aventura

Pueden sumar con prisa pueden restar con calma
Da igual porque las matemáticas no tienen alma
Aunque calculemos todo y le pongamos nombre propio
Nuestro espíritu no lo pueden ver los microscopios

Nadie se puede acobardar
Nacimos siendo valientes porque respirar es arriesgar
Este es el momento de agarrar el impulso
Las emociones las narra nuestro pulso

Respira el momento
Respira el momento
En nuestra galaxia la historia se expande
Desde lo más simple hasta lo más grande

Crecimos junto a los cuerpos celestes
Somos el norte, sur, este y oeste
Somos la tierra con todas sus huellas
Una súper nova entre todas las estrellas

Absorbemos la luz de los rayos
Mientras la clorofila navega por los tallos
Los grados y centígrados calientan los termómetros
A 150 millones de kilómetros

Hay una vía láctea repleta de neuronas
Porque reproducimos más ideas que personas
No somos pequeños, ni muy grandes tampoco
Somos muchos y también somos pocos

Somos el golpe cuando aterriza
Y también somos la piel cuando cicatriza
La muerte nunca nos venció, porque todo lo que muere
Es por que alguna vez nació

Respira el momento
Respira el momento
En nuestra galaxia la historia se expande
Desde lo más simple hasta lo más grande

Lengua, beso, boca, labio
Niño, joven, viejo, sabio
Calvo, rizo, pelo lacio
Techo, casa, cielo, espacio

Sexo, orgasmo se humedece
Quizás, nunca, siempre, a veces
Libro, letra, cuento, narra
Ron con hielo, trago, barra

Tres millones de latidos en un periodo mensual
Caminamos dando 10 mil pasos en un día normal

Crudo, hervido, asado, frito
Guerra, iglesia, rezo, grito
Muy poquito, demasiado
Corro, vuelo, salto, nado

Puede llegar algún día el colmo de la biología
Vivir con sangre caliente pa' morir a sangre fría

Respira el momento
Respira el momento
En nuestra galaxia la historia se expande
Desde lo más simple hasta lo más grande

Love, give me your time
And pour me more wine
Set by the fire, we two
And I'd give it all for you

'Cause now, out in the streets
It's silent, it's sweet
And echoing soft

How the bells
They played their songs for you
And the bells
They played their songs for you

Oh, how now the night
It pulls down the light
Hear how the stars shine through
And I'd give it all for you

'Cause now out in the streets
It's silent, it's sweet
And echoing soft

How the bells
They played their songs for you
And the bells
They played their songs for you
La-da-da-da-da-da-dum
How the bells
They played their songs for you
And the bells
They played their songs for you
La-da-da-da-da-da-dum
How the bells
They played their songs for you
And the bells
They played their songs for you

Hold me under
My heart's a mess
Loud like thunder
Straight from my chest

Oh, outside it's cold
So dear, grab your coat
The city is quiet

And the bells
They played their songs for you
And the bells
They played their songs for you
And the bells
They played their songs for you
La-da-da-da-da-da-dum
And the bells
They played their songs for you

Men of Harlech stop your dreaming
Can't you see their spear points gleaming
See their warrior's pennants streaming
To this battle field

Hark I hear the foe advancing
Barbed steeds are proudly prancing,
Helmets in the sunbeams glancing
Symru fo am byth

While thy star on high is beaming,
Soldiers from the mountains teeming,
With their spears and lances gleaming,
Come to follow thee.

Groans of wounded peasants dying,
wails of wives and children flying,
for the distant succour crying,
calls you Harlech men.

Glyndwˆr, see thy comet flaming,
Hear a heavenly voice declaiming,
To the world below proclaiming,
Cambria shall be free:

At her call, all Arfon rallies
War cries rend her hills and valleys
Troop on troop, with headlong sallies
Hurtle to the fight

Men of Harlech stand ye steady
It cannot be ever said ye
For the battle were not ready
Stand and never yield

Men of Harlech on to glory
See your banner famed in story,
Waves these burning words before ye,
Cymru fo am byth!

Men of Harlech! In the Hollow,
Do ye hear like rushing billow
Wave on wave that surging follow
Battle's distant sound?

Tis the tramp of Saxon foemen,
Saxon spearmen, Saxon bowmen,
Be they knights or hinds or yeomen,
They shall bite the ground!

Shall the Saxon army shake you
Smite, pursue and overtake you?
Men of Harlech, God will make you
Victors, blow for blow.

The swollen rivers of Eryri
Sweep the vale with flooded fury
Gwalia from her mountain eryie
Thunders on the foe.

Hear the trumpet sounding
While the steeds are bounding,
On the gale from hill and dale,
The war-cry is resounding:

Warriors famed in song and story,
Coming from the mountains hoary,
Rushing to the fields of glory,
Eager for the fray:

To the valley wending,
Hearths and homes defending,
With their proud and valiant prince,
From ancient kings descending;

See the mighty host advancing,
Sunbeams on their helmets dancing,
On his gallant charger prancing,
Glyndwˆr leads the way.

Loud the martial pipes are sounding
every manly heart is bounding
As our trusted chief surrounding,
march we Harlech men.

Onward! 'tis the country needs us,
He is bravest, he who leads us
Honor's self now proudly heads us,
Freedom, God and Right!

Frightened steeds are wildly neighing
Brazen trumpets loudly braying
Wounded men for mercy praying
With their parting breath.

See they're in disorder,
Comrades, keep close order
Ever they shall rue the day,
They ventured o'er the border.

Rocky Steeps and passes narrow, 
Flash with spear and flight of arrow
Who would think of death or sorrow? 
Death is glory now!

Hurl the reeling horsemen over, 
Let the earth dead foemen cover
Fate of friend, of wife, of lover, 
Trembles on a blow!

Strands of life are riven! 
Blow for blow is given
In deadly lock, or battle shock, 
And mercy shrieks to heaven!

Friend and foe together lying
Mid the fray see dead and dying
All around the arrows flying
Scatter sudden death.

Loose the folds asunder,
Flag we conquer under!
The placid sky now bright on high,
Shall launch its bolts in thunder!

Your foes on every side assailing,
Forward press with heart unfailing,
'Till invaders learn with quailing,
Cambria ne'er can yield!

Chiefs lie dead and wounded. 
Yet, where first was grounded, 
Freedom's flag still holds the crag;
Her trumpet still is sounded.

Arrows fly as swift as lightning,
Shout on shout the tumult height'ning,
Conquest's ruddy wing is bright'ning,
Helmet, sword, and shield;

With their lances flashing,
Warriors wild are crashing,
Through the tyrant's serried ranks
Whilst onward they are dashing:

Mothers cease your weeping,
calm may be your sleeping, 
you and yours in safety now
the Harlech men are keeping,

'ere the sun is high in heaven
they you fear by panic riven
shall like frightened sheep be driven,
far by Harlech men.

His lance is long, but yours is longer.
Strong his sword, but yours is stronger.
One stroke more, and now your wronger
At your feet, lies low.

Now avenging Briton,
Smite as he has smitten
Let your rage on history's page
In Saxon blood be written.

Thou, who noble Cambria wrongest,
Know that freedom's cause is strongest,
Freedom's courage lasts the longest,
Ending but with death!

Freedom countless hosts can scatter,
Freedom stoutest mail can shatter,
Freedom thickest walls can batter,
Fate is in her breath.

Men of Harlech on to glory
See your banner famed in story,
Waves these burning words before ye,
Cymru fo am byth!
 

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men they looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!

Farewell we call to hearth and hall,
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away, ere break of day
Far over the wood and mountain tall.

To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell.
Through moor and waste we ride in haste
And whither then we cannot tell.

With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To claim our long forgotten gold.

The wind was on the withered heath,
But in the forest stirred no leaf:
There shadows lay by night and day,
And dark things silent crept beneath.

The wind came down from mountains cold,
And like a tide it roared and rolled.
The branches groaned, the forest moaned,
And leaves were laid upon the mold.

The wind went on from West to East;
All movement in the forest ceased.
But shrill and harsh across the marsh
Its whistling voices were released.

The grasses hissed, their tassels bent,
The reeds were rattling, on it went.
O'er shaken pool under heavens cool,
Where racing clouds were torn and rent.

It passed the Lonely Mountain bare,
And swept above the dragon's lair:
There black and dark lay boulders stark,
And flying smoke was in the air.

It left the world and took its flight
Over the wide seas of the night.
The moon set sail upon the gale,
And stars were fanned to leaping light.

Under the Mountain dark and tall
The King has come unto his hall!
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
And ever so his foes shall fall!

The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong;
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

On silver necklaces they strung
The light of stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
The melody of harps they wrung.

The mountain throne once more is freed!
O! Wandering folk, the summons heed!
Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste!
The king of friend and kin has need.

Now we call over the mountains cold,
'Come back unto the caverns old!'
Here at the Gates the king awaits,
His hands are rich with gems and gold.

The king has come unto his hall
Under the Mountain dark and tall.
The Worm of Dread is slain and dead,
And ever so our foes shall fall!

Farewell we call to hearth and hall,
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away, ere break of day
Far over the wood and mountain tall.

With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.

We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!