Lowlands of Holland (in G). If on the night that I was married and lay in my marriage bed a bold Homeland Defense captain came and stood at my bed head saying, “arise new wed man and come along with me to the lowlands of Iraq to fight your enemy,” I’d pop a cap in his ass ’cause the bastard had it coming. Not that I actually own a gun or anything. Or a cap. Okay, actually I’d laugh at him and lob a book his direction. But it would be a big book.
Mick McGuire (in G). This is a song about a fellow who goes out courting some chick named Kitty Donahue. All goes well until Kitty’s mother finds out about Mick’s steroid use and the next thing you know McGuire is in front of congress testifying. It’s very confusing, I know, but folk music can be like that.
Rising of the Moon (in D). The pikes must be together by the rising of the moon. It’s a fishing song. (Thanks for getting that.)
The Parting Glass (in G). But since it falls unto my lot That I should rise and you should not I’ll gently rise and softly call: Good night… and joy be with you all.
Biddy Mulligan and Biddy Mulligan – More Verses This is another one with too many verses for one page to hold. It’s about Biddy Mulligan — the pride of the Coombe. That’s near Flat Brush. (Thanks for getting that one.)
Black Velvet Band Ah-hah! It’s not so funny when the gypsy is a chick, is it? Poor dumb rube falls off the turnip truck and the next thing you know he’s been made a patsy. Who didn’t see that coming?