Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears While we all sup sorrow with the poor There's a song that will linger forever in our ears Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sign of the weary Hard times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door Oh hard times, come again no more. While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay There are frail forms fainting at the door Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sign of the weary Hard times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door Oh hard times, come again no more. There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away With a worn heart, whose better days are o'er Though her voice it would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sign of the weary Hard times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door Oh hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sign of the weary Hard times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door Oh hard times, come again no more.

Heave Ya Ho. (Davy Steele) Man your boats, leave the Whale What care we for calm or gale? Aye, tak’ a drink as lang’s ye can: Brandy’s guid amang het ale; Chorus Heave ya ho, and away we go Heave ya ho, and away-oh! Heave ya ho, and away we go Heave ya ho, and away-oh! Wave tae yer lass: they’re a’ the same Mag an’ Meg and Jeannie and Jane. Oh how they laugh when we hae fish, But oh how they girn when we hae nane; Lady Twynfords lang tails Comin’ doon the brae-oh She maun get a’ the cream o’ the milk An’ we maun get the whey-oh; What care we for wind or storm? What care we for gale-oh? Gin we maun haul a’ the creel ower the side We’ll drink the milk o’ the Whale-oh;

We were homeward bound out on the deep Swinging in my hammock, I fell asleep I dreamed a dream and I thought it true Concerning Franklin, and his gallant crew With a hundred seamen he sailed away To the frozen ocean in the month of May To seek a passage around the pole Where we poor sailors do sometimes roll Through cruel misfortune they vainly strove Their ships on mountains of ice was drove Where the Eskimo in his skin canoe Was the only one who could make it through In Baffin's bay where the whalefish blow The fate of Franklin, no man may know The fate of Franklin, no tongue can tell For Franklin, alone, with his seamen dwells And now my burden, it gives me pain For the long lost Franklin, I would cross the main Ten thousand pounds I would freely give To know that Franklin still did live Homeward bound…

Anderson's Coast (John Warner) Now Bass Strait roars like some great millrace --And where are you, my Annie? And the same moon shines on this lonely place As shone one day on my Annie's face. Cho: But Annie dear, don't wait for me. I fear I shall not return to thee. There's naught to do but endure my fate, And watch the moon, the lonely moon, Light the breakers on wild Bass Strait. We stole a vessel and all her gear --And where are you, my Annie? And from Van Diemen's we north did steer Till Bass Strait's wild waves wrecked us here. And somewhere west Port Melbourne lies --And where are you, my Annie? Through swamps infested with snakes and flies. The fool who walks there, he surely dies. We hail no ships, though the time it drags. --And where are you, my Annie? Our chain-gang walk and our government rags. All mark us out as Van Diemen's lags. We fled the lash and the chafing chain. --And where are you, my Annie? We fled hard labour and brutal pain, And here we are and here remain. (Repeat first verse.)

Away and to the westward There's a place a man can go, Where the fishin's always easy, And they've got no ice or snow. Chorus: But I'll haul down the sails Where the bays come together, And bide away the days On the hills of Isle Au Haut. Now the Plymouth girls are fine, They put their hearts in your hand, And the Plymouth boys are able, First-class sailors, every man. Now the trouble with old Martir, You don't try her in a trawler, For those Bay of Biscay swells Can roll your head right off your shoulder. Now the winters drive you crazy, And the fishin's hard and slow, You're a damn fool if you stay,

As the dawn comes creeping, roll on the day Another night not sleeping, roll on the day Roll on the morning, roll on the day I hear the old man softly praying, roll on the day Praying for another day, roll on the day But when it comes it wastes away, roll on the day Roll on the morning, roll on the day I hear the old man softly praying, roll on the day Every night you fight for breath, roll on the day It hurts so bad you wish for death, roll on the day Roll on the morning, roll on the day I hear the old man softly praying, roll on the day As the dawn comes creeping, roll on the day Another night not sleeping, roll on the day Roll on the morning, roll on the day I hear the old man softly praying, roll on the day Roll on the morning, roll on the day I hear the old man softly praying, roll on the day I hear the old man softly praying, roll on the day

Crooked Jack (Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations) Come on Irishmen both young and old With adventure in your soul There are better ways to spend your days Then by working down a hole I was tall and true all of 6 foot 2 Til they broke me across my back By a name I'm known that is not my own For they call me crooked Jack And I curse the day I went away To work on those hydro dams All our sweat and tears our hopes and fears Bound up with shuttering jams For I've seen men old before their time Their faces worn and gray But I never thought that I myself Would soon be the self same way And they say that honest toil is good For the body and the soul But I'll tell you boys it's for sweat and blood That they want you down the hole

If I had another penny I would have another gill I would make the piper play 'The Bonny Lass of Byker Hill' The pitman and the keelman trim They drink bumble made from gin Then to dance they all begin To the tune of the Elsie Marley Byker Hill and Walker Shore Collier lads for ever more Byker Hill and Walker Shore Collier lads for ever more When first I went down to the dirt I had no cowl nor pitshirt Now I've gotten two or three Walker Pit's done well by me Byker Hill and Walker Shore Collier lads for ever more Byker Hill and Walker Shore Collier lads for ever more All the boys from Walker Shore Drink half a pint then eighteen more All the way they rant and roar To the tune of the Elsie Marley

[Chorus] And it's go boys go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go.... [Verse 1] Well a Process Man am I and I'm tellin' you no lie I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair [Chorus] And it's go boys go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go.... [Verse 2] Well I've worked among the spinners and I breathe the oily smoke I've shovelled up the gypsum and it nigh on makes you choke I've stood knee deep in cyanide, got sick with a caustic burn Been workin' rough, I've seen enough to make your stomach turn [Chorus] And it's go boys go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go.... [Verse 3] There's overtime and bonus opportunities galore The young men like their money and they all come back for more But soon you're knockin' on and you look older than you should For every bob made on the job, you pay with flesh and blood [Chorus] And it's go boys go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go.... [Verse 4] Well a Process Man am I and I'm tellin' you no lie I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair

Generations of Change (Matt Armour) My faither was a baillie on a wee fairm at Caiplie And he worked on the land a' the days o' his life By the time he made second, he said he reckoned He'd ploughed nearly half o' the East Neuk o' Fife He fee'd on at Randerston, Crawhill and Clephinton Cambo, Carnbee, Kilrennie Hill At Kingsbarns he married, at Boarhills he's buried Man, if he'd lived, he'd be ploughing there still For those days were his days, those ways were his ways To follow the plough while his back was still strong But those days are past and the time's come at last For the weakness of age to make way for the young I wasnae for ploughing, to the sea I was going To follow the fish and the fisherman's ways In rain, hail and sunshine I watched the lang runline Nae man mair contented his whale working day I've lang lined the Fladden Ground, the Dutch and the Dogger Bank Pulled the big fish from the deep Devil's Hole I've side trawled off Shetland, the Faroes and Iceland In weather much worse than a body could thole For those days were my days, those ways were my ways To follow the fish while my back was still strong But those days are past and the time's come at last For the weakness of age to make way for the young My sons they have grown and away they have gone To search for black oil in the far northern sea Like oilmen they walk, like Texans they talk Nay, there's no' much in common between my sons and me They've rough-rigged on Josephine, Forties and Ninian Claymore, Dunlin, Fisher and Awk They've made fortunes for sure, for in one trip ashore They spend more than I earned in a whole season's work For this day is their day, this way is their way To ride the rough rigs while their backs are still strong But this day will pass and the time come at last For the weakness of age to make way for the young My grandsons are growing, to school now they're going But the lang weeks o' summer they spend here wi' me We walk through the warm days, we talk of the old ways The cornfield, the codfish, the land and the sea We walk through the fields my father once tilled Talk wi' the old men who once sailed wi' me Man, it's been awfu' guid, I showed them all I could O' the past and the present, what their future might be For tomorrow is their day, what will be their way What will they make of their land, sea and sky Man, I've seen awfu' change, still it seems very strange To look at the world through a young laddie's eyes

C]Walking all the [G7]day Near [Dm]tall towers where [G7]falcons build their [C]nests Silver winged they [G7]fly For they [Dm]know the call of [G7]freedom in their [C]breasts [F]Saw Black Head [Em]against the sky Where [C]twisted rocks they run [Am]down to the [G7]sea When [F]living on your [C]Western [Am]shore Saw [C]summer sunsets, I [G7]asked for more I [F]stood by your At[Am]lantic [G7]Sea And [Dm]sang a [Am]song for [F]Ir[G7]e[C]land[/chordsandlyrics] Drinking all the day In old pubs where fiddlers love to play Saw one touch the bow He played a reel that seemed so grand and gay I stood on Dingle beach and cast In the wild foam we found Atlantic bass Talking all the day With true friends who try to make you stay Telling jokes and news And singing songs to while the time away We watched the Galway salmon run Like silver darting, dancing in the sun Dreaming in the night I saw a land Where no man had to fight And waking in your dawn I saw you crying in the morning light Lying where the falcons fly They twist and turn all in your air blue sky Chorus

Ah Danny boy, the pipes, The pipes are calling From glen to glen, And down the mountain side The summer's gone, And all the flowers are falling 'Tis you, 'tis you Must go and I must bide But come ye back When summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed And white with snow And I'll be here In sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so But if you come, And all the flowers are falling And I am dead, As dead I may well be You'll come and find The place where I am lying And kneel and say An "Ave" there for me And I will hear, Though soft your tread above me And o'er my grave Will warmer sweeter be And you will bend And tell me that you love me And I will sleep In peace until you come to me But if I live And should you die for Ireland Let not your dying thoughts Be just of me But say a prayer to God For our dearest Island I know He'll hear And help to set her free And I will take your pike And place my dearest And strike a blow, Though weak the blow may be Twill help the cause To which your heart was nearest Oh Danny Boy, Oh, Danny boy I love you so.

When goin' the road to sweet athy, hurroo, hurroo When goin' the road to sweet athy, hurroo, hurroo When goin' the road to sweet athy A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye A doleful damsel I heard cry Johnny I hardly knew ye With your drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo With your drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo With your drums and guns and guns and drums The enemy nearly slew ye Oh darling dear, ye look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ye Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are the eyes that looked so mild When my poor heart you first beguiled Why did ye run from me and the child Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye With your drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo With your drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo With your drums and guns and guns and drums The enemy nearly slew ye Oh darling dear, ye look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ye

It’s a Cape Tribulation pastel sunrise Whitsundays turquoise bay Mustard yellow wattle or the bottlebrushes red it’s the rain that falls from skies of brolga grey. The creamy coloured steam of Isa's chimneys The eucalypt of dusty green and grey No brush could ever paint these colours in a lifetime The colours of Australia today It’s the haunted blackened embers of a bushfire The orange of a field of burning cane The green that turns to gold out on the wheat field The pink and grey galah out on the plain. It’s a thousand different shades of Mallee sunset it’s colours that are never seen by day The fish out on the reef, living coral beneath The colours of Australia today. It’s the dusty powdered ochre of the Dreamtime Snow white Franklin River running wild The lorikeet with colours of the rainbow that looks like it’s been painted by a child. It’s a jaundiced yellow river full of topsoil When its trees have all been taken away We’re paying for the past, all the colours fading fast The colours of Australia today.

Pastel red to burgundy and spinifex to gold, we've just come out of the Mulga where the plains forever roll. And Albert Namatjira has painted all the scenes, And a shower has changed the lustre of his land. Chorus And it's raining on the Rock, In a beautiful country, And I'm proud to travel this big land, Like an Aborigine. And it's raining on the Rock What an almighty sight to see, And I'm wishing on a postcard that you were here with me. Everlasting daisies and a beautiful desert rose Where does their beauty come from heaven knows. I could ask the wedge-tail but he's away too high, I wonder if he understands it's wonderful to fly. Chorus It cannot be described with a picture, The mesmerizing colours of the Olgas. Or the grandeur of the Rock Uluru has power! Chorus

Alice on the Line Ken Fergeson Verse 1 Stone and Iron, wood and thatch, stockyard and the cabbage patch, Smiling faces from the dawn of time, this is our home, Cool verandah, hitching rail, Stuart Arms could tell a tale, Willis, Raggets, a home or two, six house town! From the Gap to Middle Park, I would go riding with the moon, The hills and stars would take my breath away, And every night, the parlour songs, piano just in tune, and we sing to bed, another golden day. Chorus: The midday sun has drained the colour from your face, and there are garlands of red flowers in your hair! We’ll powder up your cheeks with the red red sands of time, That’s how I will remember: Alice on the Line. Verse 2 The black-men from the camp, are working for us on the line, the women in our house become our friends, But it grieves my heart to see, whatever they’ve done wrong, They’re dragged off south, neck to neck in chains. Chorus Verse 3 Hill and gully, rock and sand, silence shrouds this empty land, Stillness, hard to understand, here comes the rain! Flooding Todd, frothing brown, Lifeline, blood of Stuart town, Green shoots starting from the ground, born again. My mother bore three children here, without a doctors hand, My father had to wield the surgeons lance, My brother Mort, like all of us, cherished by this land, Now lies beneath, the battle fields of France. Chorus I ALWAYS WILL REMEMBER, “ALICE ON THE LINE”.

You came to this country in fetters and chains Outlaws and rebels with numbers for names And on the triangle were beaten and maimed Blood stained the soil of Australia Dookies and duchesses, flash lads and sleepers You worked their plantations and polished their floors Lived in their shadow and died in their wars Blood stained the soil of Australia Does it quicken your heart beat To see tar and concrete Cover the tracks of the old bullock dray Have you grown so heartless To christen it progress When the swaggies have all waltzed Matilda away Driven like dogs from your own native home Hardship and poverty caused you to roam Over the bracken and over the foam Blood stained the soil of Australia Then in the fervour for fortune and fame You caused the poor Blacks to suffer the same Imprisoned on missions or hunted for game Blood stained the soil of Australia It’s two-hundred years since you came to this land Betrayed by the girl with the black velvet band And still to this day you don’t understand Blood stained the soil of Australia Koori and White, old Australian and new Brothers and sisters of every hue The future is ours, take the wealth from the few And raise the red flag in Australia Primis Player Placeholder

O the summer time has come And the trees are sweetly bloomin' And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the bloomin' heather Will ye go Lassie Go? Chorus: And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All around the bloomin' heather Will ye go Lassie Go? I will build my love a bower (summerhouse) By yon cool crystal fountain And round it I will pile All the wild flowers o' the mountain Will ye go Lassie Go? (chorus) I will range through the wilds And the deep glen sae dreamy And return wi' their spoils Tae the bower o' my dearie Will ye go Lassie Go? (chorus) If my true love she'll not come Then I'll surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme All around the bloomin' heather Will ye go Lassie Go? (chorus)

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