First you make your fingers click

Then you stamp your feet

Both hands slap your knees

And clap on the beat

Chord FAC

Strand: Listening and Responding Strand Unit: Exploring Sounds Start note:E

Body percussion

Clap Click

Slap

Stamp

Rocky Mountain

Rocky mountain rocky mountain rocky mountain high,When you’re on that rocky mountain hang your head and cry.

ChorusDo do do do do remember me,Do do do do do remember me.

Sunny valley sunny valley sunny valley low,When you’re in that sunny valley sing it soft and low.

Chorus

Stormy Ocean stormy ocean stormy ocean wide,When you’re on that deep blue sea there’s no place you can hide.

Chorus

Start on D

Canoe Song

My paddle’s keen and bright

Flashing with silver

Follow the wild goose flight

Dip dip and swing

Dip dip and swing her back

Flashing with silver

Follow the wild goose

Flight

Dip dip and swing’

Drunken SailorDm Dm

What shall we do with the drunken sailorC CWhat shall we do with the drunken sailorDm DmWhat shall we do with the drunken sailorC DmEarly in the morningDm DmHey ho and up she risesC CHey ho and up she risesDm DmHey ho and up she risesC DmEarly in the morning

Chord Dm: D F AChord C: C E GStart note: A

Tony Chestnut C C C CTony Chestnut knows I love him G G C CTony knows, Tony knows. C C C CTony Chestnut knows I love him. G G CThat’s what Tony knows.

C Maj = CEG G Maj = GBDStarting note G

Get children to tap their: Toe Knee Chest Nut (head) Nose Eye Love (heart) him (point)

Tony Chestnut

G A G E G A G E D E F E F G

G A G E G A G E D F E D C

Water Come a Me Eye

Every time I remember LizaWater come a me eye

When I think about my gal LizaWater come a me eye

Come back Liza come back girlWater come a me eye

Come back Liza come back girlWater come a me eye

I’m so sad since you went away girlWater come a me eye

When you coming back home to stay girl?Water come a me eye

Come back Liza…..

The Human drum kitAre you ready? Click click

‘Cause you’re in for a treat,

Are you ready? Click click

With your fingers and feet,

Are you ready? Click click

Can you feel the beat?

We are the human drum kit!

Stamp, stamp! goes the big bass drum,

Now listen to the hi-hat, ch ch, ch ch,

Snares go clap clap, clap clap,

Followed by a crash on the cymbals SH!Ref: Banana Splits page: 45

The Mountaineer’s Song

• Now first you gaze……..• And then you climb, climb …….• And then you walk walk walk walk ……• And then you run run run run run run run

run…………• And then you wave wave wave wave…• And then you shake, hands ….• And then you dream………..

(Singing Sherlock 1)

The Lakes of Sligo

• Fair Sligo thee, I now must leave, to part it’s beauty I do grieve

• But not forever I believe• I’ll call again to Sligo.

• To Holy Well I bid adieu• to Hazlewood and Cairns too• And Tobernault that splendid view

which adorns the lakes of Sligo

• Fair Lough Gill with its isles so grand where we often wandered hand in hand

• On a Summer’s evening by the strand along the lakes of Sligo.

• On that lake we often spent many’s the hour in sweet content

• And from our boat sweet music went along the lakes of Sligo.

• And then I think of Knocknarea with it’s honeyed cliffs hanging o’er the sea

• It still reminds me of the day I left my home in Sligo

The Sally Gardens

Verse 1

Down by the sally gardens my love and I did meet

She passed the sally gardens with little snow white feet.

She bid me to take life easy as the leaves grow on the trees.

But I was young and foolish with her did not agree.

Verse 2

In a field down by the river my love and I did stand

and on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow white hand.

She bid me to take life easy as the grass grows on the weirs

But I was young and foolish and now I am full of tears

She moved through the fairMy young love said to meMy mother won’t mindAnd my father won’t slight you For your lack of kindThen she stepped away from me And this she did sayIt will not be long loveTil our wedding day.

She stepped away from meAnd she moved through the fair.And so fondly I watched her Move here and move thereAnd then she went homewardWith one star awakeAs the swan in the evening moves over

the lake.

Last night she came to meShe came softly in,So softly she came thatHer feet made no din,She laid her hand on me And this she did sayIt will not be long love Til our wedding day.

The Parting GlassOf all the money that ere I had, I spent it in good company.And of all the harm that ere I've done, Alas was done to none but me.And all I've done for want of wit, to memory now I cannot recall.So fill me to the parting glass.Goodnight and joy be with you all.

Oh, if I had money enough to spendand leisure time to sit awhile There is a fair maid in this townWho sorely has my heart beguiled Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips, I own she has my heart enthralledSo fill me to the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all.

Of all the comrades that ere I’ve had,They are sorry for my going away, And of all the sweethearts that ere I’ve hadThey would wish me one more day to stay,But since it falls unto my lot That I should rise while you should not, I will gently rise and I'll softly call,"Goodnight and joy be with you all!"

Star of the County DownNear Banbridge Town in the County DownOne morning last July,From a boreen green came a sweet

colleenAnd she smiled as she passed me by.She looked so sweet from her two bare

feetTo the sheen of her nut brown hair.Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myselfFor to see I was really there.

Chorus:From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay andFrom Galway to Dublin Town,No maid I've seen like the sweet colleenThat I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,

And I looked with a feelin' rare,And I say's, say's I, to a passer-by,Who’s the maid with the nut brown hair?He smiled at me and he says, say's he,That's the gem of Ireland's crown.It's Rosie McCann from the banks of the

Bann,She’s the star of the County Down.

Will you go Lasie go?Oh the summer time is comingAnd the leaves are sweetly bloomingAnd the wild mountain thymeGrows around the blooming heatherWill you go Lassie go

Chorus:And we’ll all go togetherTo pluck wild mountain thymeAll around the blooming heatherWill you go Lassie go?

I will build my love a towerNear yon pure crystal fountainAnd on it I will grow All the flowers of the mountainWill you go Lassie go?

Chorus:

If my true love he were goneI would surely find another Where the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heatherWill you go Lassie go?Chorus:

Do you love an apple?Chorus:Do you love an appleDo you love a pearDo you love a laddie With curly brown hairOh still I love himI can’t deny himI’ll go with him wherever he goes.

He stood at the corner A fag in his mouthTwo hands in his pocketsHe whistled me out.Oh still I love him I can’t deny himI’ll go with him wherever he goesChorus:

He gave me a hankieIts colour was blueBefore I could use it He tore it in twoOh still I love himI can’t deny himI’ll go with him wherever he goes.Chorus:

There’s tea in the teapotAnd bread on the shelfIf you want any moreYou can sing it yourselfStill I love himI can’t deny himI’ll go with him wherever he goes.Chorus:

The Magical Band

Come away for a year and a dayIn a boat on a rainbow streamWhere little folk meet with the

stars at their feetOn a dazzling light moonbeam.

Chorus:Oh hand in hand with the magical

band Away to fairyland dreamingAnd dancing away from the world

todayGo the little ones when they’re

sleeping

Together they come where the songbirds hum

And the wind is playing a tuneBluebells ring a lullaby singBy the light of the silver moon.Chorus:

The early bird brings on golden wings

The sparkling drops of dewAll through the night making

morning lightAnd sprinkling the raindrops too.

“P” is for PaddyAs I went out one May morningTo take a pleasant walkI sat me down near an old oak treeFor to hear two lovers talk For to hear what they might say my dearTo hear what they might saySo that I might learn a little more about loveBefore I’d go away.

Chorus:P it stands for Paddy I supposeAnd J for my love JohnAnd W stands for the false Willie- 0But Johnny is the fairest one.Oh Johnny is the fairest one she saidJohnny is the fairest oneAnd I don’t care what anybody saysCause Johnny is the fairest one.

Come sit you down on the grass he saidTogether on the greenIt’s been a long three quarters of a year or moreSince together we have been.Since together we have been my loveTogether we have beenIt’s been a long three quarters of a year or moreSince together we have been.Chorus:

No I’ll not come and sit with you Nor be a lover of thineFor I hear you're in love with another pretty maidAnd your heart’s no longer mine.Oh your heart’s no longer mine she saidYour heart’s no longer mineFor I hear you’re in love with another pretty maidAnd your heart’s no longer mineChorus:

Teddy O NeillI dreamt all last nightOh bad 'cess to my dreamingI'd die if I thought t'would come surely to passI dreamt while the tearsdown my pillow were rollingThat Teddy was courting another fair lass.

And didn't I wake with a weeping and a wailingThe pain in my heart was too deep to concealMy mother cried "Nora dear, what is your

ailing?“But all I could answer was Teddy O'Neill.

I see the old cabin beyond the wee boreenI see the old crossroads where we used to

danceI ramble the lane where he called me his stoirinAnd my girlish heart was so full of romance.

But now all is so dark and so drearyAll dark and all silent, no piper, no reelNot even the sun through the casement shines

cheerySince I lost my darling love, Teddy O'Neill.

I remember the day when the big ship was sailing

And the time it had come for my love to depart.How I cried like a child; oh goodbye to you

TeddyWith a tear in my cheek and a stone in my heart.

He said t’was to better his fate he went roamingBut what would be gold to the joy I would findIf he’d only come back to me tender and loving,Yet poor but my own darling Teddy O’ Neil.

Cockles and Mussels In Dublin's fair city - where the girls are

so prettyI first set my eyes on sweet Molly MaloneAs she wheeled her wheelbarrow, through the streets broad and narrowCrying cockles and mussles alive,alive-oh.

Chorus:Alive,alive-oh.Alive,alive-oh.Crying cockles and mussles,alive,alive-oh.

She was a fishmonger and sure 'twas no wonderFor so were her father and mother beforeThey both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrowCrying cockles and mussles alive,alive-oh.

She died of a fever and no one could save herAnd that was the end of sweet Molly MaloneBut her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrowCrying cockles and mussles alive,alive-oh.

Chorus

Ceol arsa an t- asal

Ceol arsa an t-asal, ‘sé istigh sa ngort.

Éist le mo ghlórsa‘Sé is binne port

Hí há (x 5)

An Faoileán C C Dm DmFaoileán, faoileán ar an trá,Dm Dm C CTá tú uaigneach, cén fáth?C CD’imigh, d’imigh, d’imighDm DmGrá mo chroí.Dm DmD’fhág sí mé liom féin C CIs d’imigh sí.

C C Dm DmFaoileán, faoileán ar an trá,Dm Dm C CNá bí uaigneach mar atá.C CFillfidh fillfidh fillfidh,Dm DmGrá do chroí.Dm DmTuigeann sí go binn C CGur geal leat í.

An Bealach Rúnda – Gael Linn

Chord of C

C E G

Chord of Dm

D F A

e

g gg

ef

dde

d

f f

de

C, C,

ef

g

d d

e

g

df

df f

de

c C

Óró 'sé do bheatha bhaile

Óró 'sé do bheatha bhaile (x 3)

Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh

'Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, do ba é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann,do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh.

Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile,

Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda,

Gaeil iad féin, ‘s ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh,

‘S cuirfid ruaig ar Ghaillibh.

Curfá

Óró sé do bheatha ‘bhaile• Se do bheatha a bhean ba

leanmhar!(Welcome Oh woman who was so afflicted)B'e ar gcreach tu bheith i ngeibhinn(It was our ruin that you were in bondage)Do dhuiche bhrea i seilbh meirleach(Our fine land in the possesion of theives)'S tu diolta leis na Ghallaibh.(And sold to the foreigners)

• Chorus:Oro, se do bheatha 'bhaile! x3(Óró! You are welcome home!)Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.(Now that summer is coming)

Ta Grainne Mhaol ag teacht thar saile,(Grainne Mhaol is coming over the sea)Oglaigh armtha lei mar gharda(Armed warriors along with her as guard) Gaeil iad fein 's ni Gaill na Spainnigh(They are Irishmen, not English or Spanish)'S cuirfid siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh.(And they will rout the foreigners)

Óró mo BháidínCrochfaidh mé seolta isGabhfaidh mé siar,Óró mo churachín- ó!‘S go hóíche Fhéil’ Eoinní thiocfaidh mé aniar,Óró mo bháidín.

Curfá:Oró mo churachín-ó, óró mo bháidín!Oró mo churachín-ó, óró mo

bháidín!

Nach breá é mo bháidín Ag snámh ar an gcuan,Oró mo churachín-ó!‘S na céaslaí á dtarraingt Go láidir is go ciúin,Óró mo bháidín.

Curfá:

Peigín Leitir Mór CurfáIs ó gairim, gairim í‘Gus gairim í mo stór.Míle grá le m’anam í‘S í Peigín Leitir Móir.

Éirigh suas, a Pheigín,Agus seas ar bharr an aird.Comhairigh do chuid bullánAgus feach an bhfuil siad

ann Curfá

Tá Bríd agam, tá Cáit agam, ‘S í Peig an bhean is fearr.Pé’r bith fear a gheobhas íNach air a bheas an t-ádh!

Curfá

Trasna na dtonntaCurfa]

Trasna na dtonnta, dul siar, dul siar,Slán leis an uaigneas ‘is slán leis an gcían;Geal é mo chroí, agus geal í an ghrian,Geal bheith ag filleadh go hÉirinn!

Chonac mo dhóthain de Thíortha I gcéin,Ór agus airgead, saibhreas an tsaoil,Éiríonn an croí ‘nam le breacadh gach lae‘S mé druidim le dúthaigh mo mhuintir!

Curfa

Muintir an Iarthair ‘siad cairde mo chroí,Fáilte is féile beidh romham ar gach taobh.Ar fhágáil an tsaoil seo,‘sé guím ar an RíGur leo sin a shinfear í gcill mé.

Curfa

Beidh Aonach Amárach

Beidh aonach amárach i gContae an Chláir(x 3)

Cén mhaith dom é, ní bheidh mé ann?

CurfaA mháithrín, an ligfidh tú

chun aonaigh mé?(X 3)

A mhuirnín ó ná héiligh é.

Níl tú a deich nó a haon déag fós (X 3)

Nuair a bheidh tú trí déag beidh tú mór.

Curfá

B'fhearr liom féin mo

ghréasaí bróg Ná oifigeach airm faoi lásaí

óir.

Céard a chonaic tú?Céard a chonaic tú céard a

chonaic tú, céard a chonaic tú sa spéir? (x 2)

Chonaic mé na réalta, na réalta, na réalta,

Chonaic mé na réaltaAg taitneamh sa spéir.

Céard a chonaic tú….

Chonaic mé an ghrian, an ghrian an ghrian

Chonaic mé an ghrian ag taitneamh sa spéir

Ó chonaic mé an t-eitleán, an t-eitleán an t-eitleán.

Chonaic mé an t-eitleán ag eitilt suas sa spéir.

Céard a chonaic tú…

Chonaic mé na héin, na héin, na héin

Chonaic mé na héin ag eitilt suas sa spéir

ag eitilt suas sa spéir,

An Poc ar BuileAr mo ghabháil dom siar chun

Droichead Uí Mhórdha,Píce I’m dhóid is mé ag dul I meitheal.Cé chasfaí orm I gcumar ceoidh,Ach pocán crón is é ar buile.

Curfá:Alliliú puilliliú, alliliú tá an poc ar buile

(x 2 )

Do ritheamar trasna trí ruilleogachIs do ghluais an comhrac ar fud na

muingeIs treascairt dá bhfuair sé sna turtógaChuas in a ainneoin as a dhroim le

fuinneamh.Curfá

Bhí garda mór I mBaile an RóistighIs bhailigh fórsaí chun sinn a

chlipeadhDo bhuail sé rop dá adhairc sa tóin airIs dá bhríste nua do dhein sé giobailCurfá

I nDaingean uí Chúis le haghaidh an tráthnóna

Bhí an sagart paróiste amach ‘nar gcoinnibh,

Is é dúirt gurbh é an diabhal ba dhóigh leis

A ghaibh an treo ar phocán buileCurfá

Bríd Óg Ní MháilleIs a Bhríd Óg Ní Mháille'S tú d'fhág mo chroí cráite 'S chuir tú arraingeachaAn bháis fríd cheartlár mo chroíTá na céadta fear i ngráLe d'éadan ciúin náireachIs go dtug tú barr breáchtacht‘Ar Thír Oirghiall más fíor

Níl ní ar bith is áilleNá'n ghealach os cionn a' tsáile Ná bláth bán na n-airneBíos ag fás ar an draigheanÓ siúd mar bíos mo ghrá-saNíos trilsí le breáchtachtBéilín meala na háilleacht‘Nach ndearna riamh claon

Is buachaill deas óg mé'Tá triall chun mo phósta'S ní buan i bhfad beo méMura bhfaighidh mé mo mhianA chuisle is a stóirínDéan réidh agus bí romhamsaCionn deireanach den DomhnachAr Bhóithrín Dhroim Sliabh

Is tuirseach 's brónachA chaithimse an DomhnachMo hata 'mo dhorn liom'S mé ag osnaíl go trom'S mé ag amharc ar na bóithre'Mbíonn mo ghrá-sa ag gabhail ann'S í ag fear eile póstaIs gan í bheith liom

Oh Brid Og O'MalleyYou have left my heart breakingYou've sent the death pangsOf sorrow to pierce my heart soreA hundred men are cravingFor your breathtaking beautyYou're the fairest of maidensIn Oriel for sure

No spectacle is fairerThan moonbeams on the harbourOr the sweet scented blossomsOf the sloe on the thornBut my love shines much brighterIn looks and in statureThat honey-lipped beautyWho never said wrong

I'm a handsome young fellowWho is thinking of wedlockBut my life will be shortenedIf I don't get my dearMy love and my darlingPrepare now to meet meOn next Sunday eveningOn the road to Drum Slieve

'Tis sadly and lonelyI pass the time on SundayMy head bowed in sorrowMy sights heavy with woeAs I gaze upon the bywaysThat my true love walks overNow she's wed to anotherAnd left me forlorn

Amhrán na bhFiann

Sinne Fianna Fáil a tá fé gheall ag Éirinn,

Buíon dár slua thar toinn do ráinig

chugainn, Fé mhóid bheith saor sean tír ár sinsir

feasta

Ní fhagfar fé'n tiorán ná faoin tráill

anocht a théam sa bhearna bhaoil,

Le gean ar Ghaeil chun báis nó saoil

le guna scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar

Seo libh canaidh Amhrán na bhFiann

The mad puck goatAs I set out with my pike in handTo old Dromore to join a meithilWho should I meet but a tan puc

goat And he roaing mad, in ferocious

fettle

He chased me over bush and weeds

And through the bog the run proceeded

Til he caught his horns in a clump of gorse

And on his back I jumped unheeded

There was a big guard in Rochestown

He gathered his forces to stop usTe goat he tore his trousers and

made rags of them.

In Dingle that eveningThe parish priest was out to call

us to order.And he said twas the devil that

was going in the direction of the old puck goat.