Whiskey, War & Whatnot

by The Residuals

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    This is the physical version of The Residuals' second album, "Whiskey, War & Whatnot". At this time, digital download of the whole album is limited only to people who have purchased a copy of the compact disc.

    Comes in a cardstock case, which includes artwork by John Augustus Atkinson, Rick Kroener, and Meaghan Haughian. Brief liner notes can be seen inside.

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Well Johnny donned his hat and coat one day He was tired of farmer's pay He wanted to march and drill with a gun And ship o'erseas to fight The Hun. Before he left to volunteer He stopped in a pub to share a beer With soldiers and salts who'd seen the fight And learn which service would suit him right. (Chorus) Johnny don't go! Don't go to war! Hark to those who've fought before. Don't die on a battlefield's mud and gore. Live in peace on Ireland's shore. "Don't fight with the foot," the fusilier said, "They've many fools and little bread And if you're not slain by a rifle round Fever will stick you underground." "Don't fight with the horse," the dragoon barked, "On top of a mare you're easily marked And if they shoot your steed instead Her falling weight will crush your head." (Chorus) "Don't fight on a ship," the deckhand roared, "A sailor's life is squalid and bored. A sinking ship's uncommon grim, Especially if you cannot swim." "Oh, what did you say," the cannoneer said, "I'm deaf since a shell burst by my head. Oh won't you spare a coin for a poor old man, For no-one cares for a veteran." (Chorus) Well one Johnny's wife cries "I hardly knew ya." Another Johnny's girl weeps "Súil a Grá". But our Johnny pins a white feather to his chest While his foolish chums get laid to rest. 'Cause he's got both his legs for games and dance. He's got both his eyes for to seek romance. Cowardice has a certain charm With a lonely girl upon his arm. (Chorus)
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Oh lass, gin' ye would think it right Tae gyang wi' me this very night We'll cuddle tae the mornin' light By a' the lave unseen O And ye will be my dearie My ain dearest dearie It's ye will be my dearie Gin ye meet me at e'en O I canna for my mammy gae She locks the door and keeps the key And in the mornin' charges me And aye aboot the men O For she says they're a' deceivers Deceivers, deceivers She says they're a' deceivers Ye canna trust ane O Oh nivver min' yer mammy's yell Nae doot she met yer dad hersel' And should she flyte, ye can tell her She's aft times done the same O So lassie, gie's yer hand on't Yer bonnie milk-white hand on't Lassie, gie's yer hand on't And scorn tae lie yer lane O Oh lad, my haun' I canna gi'e But aiblins I man steal the key And I'll meet ye at yon birkin tree That grows doon in the glen O But dinna lippen, laddie I canna promise, laddie Oh dinna lippen, laddie In case I canna win O So he's gaen tae the birkin tree In hopes his ain true tae see Fa come trippin' ower the lea But just his bonnie Jean O And she's clinkit doon beside him Beside him, beside him She's clinkit doon beside him Amangst the grass sae green O "I'm overjoyed wi' rapture noo" Quo' he, and preed his cherry moo' And Jeannie ne'er had cause tae rue That nicht upon the green O For she has got her Johnny Her ain lovin' Johnny It's she has got her Johnny And Johnny's got his Jean O
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As I came down to Dublin City At the hour of twelve at night Who should I see but the Spanish lady Washing her feet by candlelight First she washed them, then she dried them Over a fire of amber coals In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so sweet about the soles (Chorus) Whack for the Toora, lura laddy Whack for the Toora lura lay. When I came back from Dublin City 'Bout the hour of half past eight Who should I spy but the Spanish lady Brushing her hair by broad daylight First she tossed it, then she combed it On her lap with a silver comb In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so fair since I did roam (Chorus) When I went back to Dublin City 'Bout the time the sun had set Who should I spy but a Spanish lady Catching a moth with a golden net First she saw me, then she fled me Pulling her petticoat over her knees All my life I ne'er did see A maid so shy as the Spanish lady (Chorus) Wandered north and I have wandered south Through Stoney Barter and Patrick's close Up and around, by the Gloucester Diamond And back by Napper Tandys' house Ald age has laid her hand on me Cold as a fire of ashy coals And all my life I ne'er did see A maid so sweet as the Spanish lady (Chorus)
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Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry, Donald's come down the hill wild and angry; Donald will clear the gouk's nest cleverly, Here's to the king and Donald MacGillavry Come like a weighbauk, Donald MacGillavry, Come like a weighbauk, Donald MacGillavry, Balance them fair, and balance them cleverly: Off wi' the counterfeit, Donald MacGillavry. Donald's come down the hill but his tether, man, As he were wud, or stang'd wi' an ether, man; When he comes back, there's some will look merrily: Here's to King James and Donald MacGillavry Come like a weaver, Donald MacGillavry, Come like a weaver, Donald MacGillavry, Pack on your back, and elwand sae cleverly; Gie them full measure, my Donald MacGillavry. Donald has foughten we' rief and roguery; Donald has dinner'd wi' banes and beggary, Better it were for Whigs and Whiggery Meeting the devil than Donald MacGillavry. Come like a tailor, Donald MacGillavry, Come like a tailor, Donald MacGillavry, Push about, in and out, thimble them cleverly, Here's to King James and Donald MacGillavry. Donald's the callan that brooks nae tangleness; Whigging and prigging and a' newfangleness, They maun be gane: he winna be baukit, man: He maun hae justice, or faith he'll tak it man. Come like a cobler, Donald MacGillavry, Come like a cobler, Donald MacGillavry, Beat them, and bore them, and lingel them cleverly, Up wi' King James and Donald MacGillavry. Donald was mumpit wi' mirds and mockery; Donald was blinded wi' blads o' property; Arles ran high, but makings were naething, man, Lord, how Donald is flyting and fretting, man. Come like the devil, Donald MacGillavry, Come like the devil, Donald MacGillavry, Skelp them and scaud them that proved sae unbritherly, Up wi' King James and Donald MacGillavry!
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You tinkers, you knackers, you’ll steal all my worth Condemned to be thieves by the chance of your birth My fathers have warned me to stay clear of thee Why can’t you all change and become just like me? (Chorus) We bleed the same red blood, we have the same fears We feel all the same pain, we cry the same tears We pray to the same God, we’re taught to love all Why do you hate us, and wish for our fall? (Chorus) You tinkers, you knackers, you’ll steal all my worth Condemned to be thieves by the chance of your birth My fathers have warned me to stay clear of thee Why can’t you all change and become just like me? (Chorus)
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My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind." Then she stepped away from me and this did she say: "It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day." Then she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair And fondly I watched her move here and move there. Then she made her way homeward with one star awake As the swan in the evening moves over the lake. The people did say that no two were 'ere wed But one heart full of sorrow never was said And she smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear. That was the last time that I saw my dear. I dreamt it last night that my true love came in And so softly she came that her feet made no din. She came close beside me and this did she say: "It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day."
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(Chorus) Gather up the pots and the old tin cans, The mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran Run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney (Chorus) Keep your eyes well peeled today The excise men are on their way Looking for the mountain tea In the hills of Connemara (Chorus) Swaying to the left, swaying to the right The excise men will dance all night Drinking up the tea 'til the morning light In the hills of Connemara (Chorus) A gallon for the butcher and a quart for John A bottle for the poor old Father Tom Just to help the poor old dear along In the hills of Connemara (Chorus) Stand your ground 'fore it's too late! The excise men are at the gate! Glory-be-to-paddy, they're drinking it straight In the hills of Connemara (Chorus x2)
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It was late in the night when the squire came home Inquiring on his lady. The serving woman answered him She's gone with the gypsen Davey. (Chorus) Rada tada tim, tada tim, tada tim, tada Rada tada tim, die-aisy Rada tada tim, sing liddle diddle din Sing liddle diddle gypsen Davey. Go saddle me my milk white steed The black one ain't so speedy I'll ride all night til the broad daylight And I'll overtake my lady. (Chorus) He rode til he came unto the town He rode til he come to Barley. The tears came rolling down his cheeks And there he spied his lady. (Chorus) Oh come back my own true love, Oh come back my honey. I swear by the sword that hangs by my side You shall never lack for money. (Chorus) I won't go back your own true love. I won't go back your honey. For I'd rather have a kiss from a gypsen's lips Than all your lands and money. (Chorus) Then hand me back those high-heeled shoes Made of Spanish leather. And give to me your lily white hand And we'll bid goodbye forever. (Chorus) I'll give to you these high-heeled shoes Made of Spanish leather I'll give to you my lily-white hand And we'll bid goodbye forever. (Chorus) Last night I lay in a feather bed Between my husband and baby Tonight I lie on the cold, cold, ground. In the arms of the Gypsen Davy
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Na Ceannabháin Bhána: Goirim fhéin, goirim fhéin, goirim fhéin Goirim fhéin Micil 's Máire Goirim fhéin, goirim fhéin, goirim fhéin Siúd iad na Ceannabháin Bhána Cuirfidh mé, cuirfidh mé, cuirfidh mé Cuirfidh mé suas chuig Sadhbh Sheáin thú Cuirfidh mé, cuirfidh mé, cuirfidh mé Fionnghuala: Thuirt an gobha fuiridhidh mi ‘S thuirt an gobha falbhaidh mi ‘S thuirt an gobha leis an othail A bh’ air an dòrus an t-sàbhail Gu rachaidh e a shuirighe Chorus: (x2) ‘Si eilean nam bothan nam bothan Eilean nam bothan nam bothan Eilean nam bothan nam bothan Am bothan a bh’ aig Fionnghuala Chorus (x2) Bheirinn fead air fulmairean Bheirinn fead air falmairean Liuthannan beaga na mara Bheireamaid greis air an tarrainn Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn Chorus (x2) Cha d’thuirt an dadan a’ seo Cha d’thuirt an dadan a’ seo Cha d’thuirt an dadan a’ seo Bheireamaid greis air an tarrainn Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn Chorus (x2) Bheirinn fead air fulmairean Bheirinn fead air falmairean Liuthannan beaga na mara Bheireamaid greis air an tarrainn Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn Chorus (x2) Cha d’thuirt an dadan a’ seo Cha d’thuirt an dadan a’ seo Cha d’thuirt an dadan a’ seo Bheireamaid greis air an tarrainn Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn Chorus (x2) Thuirt an gobha fuiridhidh mi ‘S thuirt an gobha falbhaidh mi ‘S thuirt an gobha leis an othail A bh’ air an dòrus an t-sàbhail Gu rachaidh e a shuirighe Chorus (x2) Ffarwel fo i Langyfelach lon: Ffarwel fo i Langyfelach lon, A'r merched ieuainc i gyd o'r bron; 'Rwy'n mynd i dreio pa un sydd well, Ai'm wlad fy hun, neu'r gwledydd pell. Ffa la la la la la, la ‘n da do Martsio wnes i yn y blaen Nes i mi ddod i dre' Pontfaen, Y Fifes a'r Drums yn cario'r swn, A listio wnes at y Light Dragoon. Ffa la la la la la, la ‘n da do Mi drois fy mhen ac i ryw dy; Yr aur a'r arian oedd yno'n free, Ac yno 'roeddent fawr eu sbort Yn listio’r gwyd at y Duke of York. Ffa la la la la la, la ‘n da do Ffa la la la la la, la ‘n da do
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Chorus: Some say the Divil is dead, the Divil is dead, the Divil is dead Some say the Divil is dead and buried in Killarney. More say he rose again, more say he rose again, More say he rose again and joined the British Army. Feed the pigs and milk the cow, and milk the cow, and milk the cow Feed the pigs and milk the cow and early in the morning. Cock your leg, o Paddy dear, Cock your leg, o Paddy dear, Cock your leg, o Paddy dear, it's time to stop your yawning. (Chorus) Katie she is tall and thin, she's tall and thin, she's tall and thin, Katie she is tall and thin and likes her drops of brandy. Drinks it in the bed at night, drinks it in the bed at night, Drinks it in the bed at night. It makes her nice and randy. (Chorus) My man is six-foot tall, he's six-foot tall, he's six foot-tall, My man is six-foot tall and likes his sugar candy. Goes to bed at six o'clock, goes to bed at six o'clock He goes to bed at six o'clock. He's lazy fat and bandy. (Chorus) The wife she has a hairy thing, a hairy thing, a hairy thing. The wife she has a hairy thing. She showed it to me on Sunday. Bought it in a furrier shop, bought it in a furrier shop Bought it in a furrier shop, it's going back on Monday. (Chorus)

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It has been 4 years since we released our debut CD, "Knocking the Windowpane", and much has changed - most notably the retirement of our dear friend and Residuals founder, Ted Leighton, to Nova Scotia. We have performed in more diverse venues - which required a re-thinking of repertoire and performance style. "Whiskey, War & Whatnot" is a reflection of all our hard work.

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released March 16, 2016

Jeremy A. Cook - voice, fiddle, 5-string banjo
Meaghan Haughian - voice, whistle, flute, mandolin, uillean pipes
Rick Kroener - voice, guitar, bodhrán
Rob McInnis - voice, cittern, tenor banjo, mandolin

Recorded at Audio Art Recording of Saskatoon by Glenn Ens
Cover painting: "Suttling Booth" by John Augustus Atkinson
Inlay art by Rick Kroener
CD art by Meaghan Haughian
Band Photo by Natalie Struck, www.nataliestruck.com
Packaging design by Faith Enns

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Saskatchewan's one-of-a-kind Prairie Celtic band, the Residuals, has been playing acoustic folk music for over ten years. Drawing on Irish, Scottish, and Maritime music, they are at the forefront of a living Prairie Celtic tradition.

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