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The Wild Hog
12:25
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There's a wild hog in yonder woods
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There's a wild hog in yonder woods
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There's a wild hog in yonder woods that eats men and sucks their blood
Hunt him down cut him down catch him if you can
Hunt him down with guns and knives
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Hunt him down with guns and knives
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Hunt him down with guns and knives that's how I'll take that wild hogs life
Hunt him down cut him down catch him if you can
Followed that wild hog to his den
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Followed that wild hog to his den
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Followed that wild hog to his den found the bones of 1,000 men
Hunt him down cut him down catch him if you can
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I'm the celebrated trimmigrant, my duties I don't shirk
I can trim more weed than any man from Humboldt to New York
I'm a holy roaring terror boys the work that I can do
And haven't I often proved it in the barn
Oh the turkey bags I tie, they're not too loose I tie them tight
And when I take it the the scale I heave with all my might
And when I place it on the scale it weights over one ton
But 454 grams when I'm done
In the barn in the barn where the trimmers congregate
Be it rolling hash, counting cash or stacking dirty plates
I'm a holy roaring terror boys the work that I can do
and haven't I often proved it in the barn
Oh the locals despise me for trying to work my trade
They pay me no kindness no shelter nor aid
But when I come to town they'll smile and take my pay
It's their daughters I'll take away to the barn
Oh my Jenny I do love her to me she is so kind
I rip her chord to make her purr she starts half of the time
and if she is to falter, I know she needs a lubing
If you tough her you'll get a bruising in the barn
In the barn in the barn where the trimmers congregate
Be it rolling hash, counting cash or stacking dirty plates
I'm a holy roaring terror boys the work that I can do
and haven't I often proved it in the barn
If your crop does mold fear not the faithful trimmigrant is here
My trusty scissors make is all magically disappear
Oh my wages their declining boys so I'll work twice as hard
At work twice as hard, at twisting up this blunt in the barn
I can burp a bag and flip a bin, weigh a pound with just my eye
I can stack a tower of totes over a mile high
And if you see me sleeping its from all of last nights efforts
Drinking whiskey dusk till dawn in the barn
In the barn in the barn where the trimmers congregate
Be it rolling hash, counting cash or stacking dirty plates
I'm a holy roaring terror boys the work that I can do
and haven't I often proved it in the barn
Oh you bosses you may say nay your work just is no good
Well hear me out I believe that I'm misunderstood
you see the toils all the troubles, I did it to save the livers
Of all the other trimmers in the barn
Oh you bosses you say Yay you work just is the best
Here take me job, you'd do it better, that i must confess
I think ill take my check and buy a pair of scissors
And that's how I managed the barn
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Haste!
04:36
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Old Churchyard
01:33
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Come come with me to the old churchyard
I so well know those paths through the soft green sward
Friends sleeping in out there that we want to regard we’ll trace out their names in the old churchyard
Oh mourn not for them their sorrows are o’er
And why weep for those that will weep no more
Oh sweet is the sleep though cold and hard are the pillows they keep in the old churchyard
I know that it's vain when our friends depart
to breathe kind words through a broken heart
And I know that the joy of life is marred when we follow those friends to the old churchyard.
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Plain Not Our Foe
To my darling back home, I am writing this poem, from a war that has yet to be won.
For I left my dear land thinking life could be grand, If I sailed forth to Americay.
Americay, Americay, the land of the brave & the true.
Ah but when I arrived, a press gang didn’t I spy, and they made me a military man.
Listen up all you lads, who are dirty and mad, and sick from a-marching these plains.
You are Ireland’s sons, but until war is done, you belong to the U.S. Army.
For we all are recruits and were tricked by those brutes, the press gang that offered the world.
With our eyes on their gold it was lies we were sold, and now we’ve been mistreated so.
To Mexico we must go, we’re crossing the great Rio Grande.
They stuck a gun in my hand and sent me to a foreign land, where I’ll die far from Erin’s green shore.
In this land without shade we were quickly waylaid, and stopped by a Mexican band.
We were captured and flogged, though they fed us meat and grog and we traded a story or two.
Well we soon realized as we looked into their eyes, that these men were plain not our foe.
So they let us go free if we all would agree to fight on the side of Mexico.
Mexico, viva Mexico. Fight the oppressors we share.
So we made our way north and were met with he force of the United States military.
With their bombs and their guns, we were slain one by one, and they killed all but three lads and me.
We’ve been walking for days in these dusty old plains and we can’t find a thing to eat.
So farewell to my boys to my lassie farewell, who dwell on that sainted old ground.
My dying thoughts I shall cast to the home of my past and I’ll sing for Erin Go Bragh.
To you lads without hope cast a song to your throats and sing for Erin Go Bragh.
And sing for Erin Go Bragh.
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Clear as the Mourning
03:57
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I kept a bird in a cage to keep that bird free
And when she grew dry I gave her whiskey
And when she proved pale I fed her strong ale
Still she sings clear as the mourning
I took a lover I didn’t think I’d risk another
She’s as sweet as a breeze on a hot summers day
Oh she’ll sip at the nectar if the flowers do let her
So she sings clear as the morning
And now on this mountain my time slips away
Even green leaves in winter do fall and decay
Oh tonight in some charming man’s arms she will stay
And she’ll sing clear as the mourning
And she’ll sing clear as the mourning
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What will you do if the well runs dry
What will you do says I
I’ll get me a bucket I’ll get me a pail I’ll get me a bucket and pail
With bucket and pail I’ll hike yonder dale through snow frost and hail
And that’s what I’ll do says I
What will you do if the highway man come
What will you do says I
I’ll get me a sword I’ll get me cane I’ll get me a sword and cane
With sword and cane I’ll knock out their brain in the cold frost and rain and that’s what I’ll do says I
And that’s what I’ll do says I
What will you do if the milk cow won’t milk
What will you do says I
I’ll get a flea I’ll get me a fly I’ll get a flea and fly
With flea and fly I’ll milk them white dry so the babe don’t cry
And that what I’ll do say I
What will you do if I won’t sing your tune
What I’ll you do says I
I’ll get me a fiddle I’ll get me a bow I’ll get me a fiddle and bow
With fiddle and bow down the road I will go in the cold frost and snow
And that’s what I’ll do says I
What will you do if I won’t be your bride
What will you do says I
I’ll get me my hat I’ll get my my coat I’ll get me my hat and coat
I’ll find a girl more pretty than you that sings better too
And that’s what I’ll do says I
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Summoning Circle Santa Cruz, California
Forged in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, tempered in the peat bogs of Ulster and sharpened along the long roads and the nowhere towns between. Summoning Circle is a musical alloy composed of multi instrumentalists Joe Doucette and Jack Kelly. Harnessing a menagerie of unique instruments and tunes gathered along their travels, Summoning Circle slays the Wild Hog. ... more
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