An Mhaighdean Mhara. It’s a simple waltz in D… but don’t let that fool you. You’ll love it all the same. Unless, of course, you’ve got something against waltzes to begin with.
Barlow Knife in D. You can take my gun, you can take my wife; Just don’t take my Barlow knife. You can take my dog, you can take my wife; just don’t take my Barlow knife.
City of New Orleans. Dealin’ cards with the old men in the club car Penny a point, ain’t no one keepin’ score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle And feel the wheels grumblin’ neath the floor.
Easy Rider. Made me love you, now yo’ man done come, Made me love you, now yo’man done come, Made me love you, now yo’man done come, Hey, hey, Oh-ohh, hey.
Hail Mary Gentle Woman. Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.
Rock the Casbah. Now the king told the boogie men, “You have to let that raga drop. The oil down the desert way Has been shakin’ to the top.” The sheik he drove his Cadillac. He went a’ cruisin’ down the ville. The muezzin was a’ standing on the radiator grille.
The Belfast. Everybody loves a good polka. Or even a bad polka.
The Blarney Pilgrim. Dance a jig. A modified jig, at that.
The Butterfly. Traditional jig.
The Cliffs of Moher. Another jig. Sorta like the Weasel Jig… but not.
Three Jolly Rogues of Lynn. The miller still floats in his dam The weaver still hangs in his yarn And the little tailor goes skipping through Hell With the broadcloth under his arm.