O'Brien
- Glenn Simmons (SOCAN)

The stuff that makes of legends
Is born of yesterday
T'will be born again tomorrow that's the legendary way
They say there's always one in every crowd
One in every town
So I'll tell you all the story of when O'Brien came around
He didn't account for nothing much
Tho'his back was unable
Couldn't control his appetite or leave it at the table
He was heedless, hardened, one of a kind, somehow jept from jail
Always faced the devil alwas lived to tell the tale
Well they called him Casanova
'Cause he had the right complexion
Advance at the dances met with minimal rejection
He got so good at the juggling
He could've joined a carney
"Heavens" said McCarthy
He's been given the gift of Blarney

(chorus)

Well there was this one and that one
And another one left behind
Her own way home, o'Brien was a love'em and leave'em kind
This one knew about that one
The other one not about she
O'Brien, he was a tomcat, a ladies man was he

 Now the gift of gab is a wonderful thing
As everyone is aware
I wouldn't be lyin' no one was denyin'
O'Brien had his share
But the weaver of a tangle web
Don't get to be relaxin'
'Cause a careless slip of the silver tongue
Can cause a chain reaction
In legendary fashion one night
O'Brien had a jag in
It all came tumblin' down that night
When O'Brien took to braggin'
Hey me boys she's just a toy
Sure I've never ever kissed her
"Heavens", said McCarthy, now you're talkin' about me sister
"I'm a lover not a fighter"
Said O'Brien with a grin
Just before he heard the crack of McCarthy's knuckles on his chin
This one sighed and that one cried
And they tell it to this day
And that's the story of how McCarthy
Sent O'Brien on his way

(chorus)


Old Black Rum
- Bob Hallet

I drank sixteen doubles for the price of one.
Trying to find the courage to talk to one.
I asked her for a dance. Not a second glance
My night had just begun.

When I drink to the Father or the Holy Ghost.
I'm kneeling at the altar of my nightly post.
So I'll raise the glass. Not the first or last.
Come join me in this toast.

(chorus)

Because the old black rum's got a hold of me.
Like a dog wrapped round my leg.
And the old black rum's got a hold of me.
Well I live for another day, Hey.
Well I'll live for another day.

 Well the queen of George Street just came walking on by.
Walking on by with some guy who don't care.
That she stood in line. Since half past nine.
And spent three hours on her hair (on her hair).
Her friend is looking at me with an evil grin.
I think a bloody wracked might soon begin.
I must have said something. To the George Street queen.
The boys are joining in.

(chorus)

So I drank all of my money and I slept out in the rain.
Every day is different but the night are all the same.
You never see the sun. On the old black rum.
But you know I'm gonna do it again.

(chorus X 2)

Recorded by Great Big Sea


Oh No Not I
- Stan Rogers

A Newfoundland sailor went walking on the strand
He spied a pretty, fair young maid and took her by the hand
"Oh will you go to Newfoundland along with me?" he cried
But the answer that she gave to him was "Oh no, not I."

"If I were to mary you, on me 'twould be the blame
Your friends and relations would scorn me to shame
If you were born of noble blood and me of low degree
Do you think that I would many you? It's oh no, not me."

Six months being over and seven drawing nigh
This pretty fair young maiden she began to look so shy
Her corsets would not meet and her apron would not tie
Made her think n all the times when she said "oh no not I".

Eight months being over and nine coming on
This pretty fair young maiden she brought forth a son
She wrote a letter to her love to come most speedily
But the answer that he gave to her was "Oh no, not me."

He said "My pretty fair maid, the best thing you can do
Is take your child upon your back and a-begging you may go
And It's when that you get tired you can sit you down to cry
And think on all the times when you said "Oh no, not I".

So come all you pretty fair maids, a warning take by me
Don't ever put your trust in the green willow tree
For the leaves they will wither and the rot it will die
Make you think on all the times when you said "oh no, not I".


Do You Want Your Old Lobby Washed Out
- traditional

I've a nice little patch and a small bit of land,
And a place by the side of the sea,
And I care about no-one, because I believe,
There's nobody cares about me.
My peace is destroyed and I'm fairly annoyed,
By a lassie who works in the town,
She sighs every day as she passes the way,
Do you want your old lobby washed down?

(chorus)
Do you want your old lobby washed down conshine?
Do you want your old lobby washed down?
She sighs every day as she passes the way,
Do you want your old lobby washed down?

The other day the old landlord came by for his rent,
I told him no money I had,
Besides twasn't fair for to ask me to pay,
The times being so terribly bad.
He felt discontent at not getting his rent,
And he shook his big head in a frown,
Says he, I'll take half but says I with a laugh,
Do you want your old lobby washed down?

(chorus)

Now the boys look so bashful when they go a courtin',
They seem to look awfully shy,
As to kiss a young maid, sure they seem half afraid,
But they would if they could on the sly.
But me I do things in a different way,
I don't give a nod or a frown,
When I goes to court I says 'Here goes for sport',
Do you want your old lobby washed down?

(Chorus)


Out On The Mira
- Allistar MacGillvery

Out on the Mira on warm afternoons,
Old men go fishing with black line and spoons
And if they catch nothing they never complain,
And I wish I was with them again.

As boys in their boats call to girls on the shore,
Teasing the one that they dearly adore,
And into the evening the courting begins,
And I wish I was with them again.

(chorus)
Can you imagine a piece of the universe
more fit for princes and kings?
I'll trade you ten of your cities
for Marion bridge and the pleasure it brings

Out on the Mira on soft summer nights
Bonfires blaze to the children's delight
They dance round the flames singing songs with their friends;
And I wish I was with them again.

And over the ashes the stories are told
Of witches and werewolves and Oak Island gold
The stars on the river they sparkle and spin;
And I wish I was with them again.

(chorus)

Out on the Mira the people are kind,
They'll treat you to home-brew and help you unwind.
And if you come broken they'll see that you mend
And I wish I was with them again.

But now I'll conclude with a wish you go well,
Sweet be your dreams, and your happiness swell,
I'll leave you now, for my journey begins,
And I'm going to be with them again
Yes I'm going to be with them again

(chorus)

Oceanside Again
- Dave Carroll

I love the ocean I´m from Nova Scotia,
And summer´s in the air.
And I´m heading to my cabin where crazy things happen,
When my friends meet me there.
Rush hour ain´t pretty the heat in the city,
It can get me down sometimes.
So I´m seeking relief with my friend Alex Keith,
And a great big bottle of wine.

(chorus)

Rantin´and ravin´ we´re misbehavin´
But that´s alright now and then
Getting tight havin´fun we ain´t hurtin´anyone
Oceanside again

The night is fallin´and darkness is callin´
But the fun´s just begun.
Cause we´ll sit around the fire until the wee hours
And greet the morning sun.
We´ll dance a little cause Tom´s got his fiddle,
and he´ll be rippin´- out a reel.
And though try as I may no words can convey,
How good it feels to be...

(chorus)

I´ve had a great time the weekends been so fine,
And I´m sad it has to end.
But I hope and I pray we soon make our way,
to this old cabin again.

(chorus)

Recorded by Sons of Maxwell



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