Said She Couldn't Dance...

Spanner in the Works

See you doting on your love
Not knowing whether to push or shove
And you don't know...
All you know is you want it bad
But aimless heart
It ends up sad
And you know...

Chorus:

There's spanner in the works
And it gets you where it hurts
There's a spanner in the works
There's a spanner in the works

Wrestle the demons of your faith
Still no signs for the state of grace
And you don't know...
You can lament and you can grieve
But you can't sit down
If you believe...

Everyday you feel the grip
Tossing, waiting for your ship
Chasing the elusive dream
Purchase made, sight unseen
Trying to find out what really works
Between the spanners and the jerks

Rolling high and large and fast
Do no wrong, but it can't last
And you know...
Another hit in the face of rage
Just read the writing on the page
And you'll know

Reena

Reena came down from up the North
Her drawl was long and her dresses short
Turning heads, she was as cute as a fox
She was the coolest thing moving in a pair of Docs

Chorus:

Oh Reena, if you're willing to give it
I'm ready to take it
Oh Reena, if you're willing to give it
I'm ready to take it

She was chatted up and she was chatted down
Silver tongues only scored a frown
She was no one's dear and she was nobody's honey
And if you offered her a drink
She'd say "Just give me the money"

Reena, where are you going?
Reena, you know the years are showing
In my heart, it's your line I'm towing

Brunswick Street

The Brunswick Street moon
Shone down upon your face
I thought it to be
My last night alone
How sweet the embrace
Like the warm wind howling
Now I'd build a spire for you
If you would for me

Affairs of the dark
Seldom see the sun
Through eyes like no other
A stranger I've run
Through late night rambles
And wayward talk
But I'd play a new song for you
If you would for me

Chorus:

But it never was to be
That simple, just for me
Always the right place
Never the time
'Cause when I reach the station
I find, my ticket is free

Now the Brunswick Street moon
Still smiles in its own way
And I laugh to myself
To see where broken hearts stray
But I would have brought angels to you
If you would to me

Polka! Polka! Polka! (Jackie and Seamus / Said she couldn't dance / Green grow the rushes o')

She said she couldn't dance because she had her shimmey on
But when she took it off she could dance as good as anyone.

Prohibition Way

When the Americays were dry
By the laws of old excise
A Yank could find his drink by way of sea
And our schooner often ran
From the banks of Newfoundland The Yankee buyer's plea

Chorus:

So haul, haul up the main
Our schooner's off, she sails again
From Newfoundland bound for Americay
Heave, heave me by's
We're sailing o'er the Yankee tide
Running rum the prohibition way

Weighed down in our hold
Prohibition's liquid gold
To rendezvous off the coast of Maine
Midnight splash of oars
The Yankees buyers now on board
The deal is done
We're headed off again

We're on to Boston Harbour
To pull another feat
And I pray to God
No excise men we meet
I'd rather be drawn and hanged
To lose me schooner grand
And never more to sail the open sea

Now the Boston deal is done
The Yankee buyer's got his rum
Our pockets lined, for Newfoundland we sail
We're loaded for and aft
Enough provisions for to last
The winter by's, again we have prevailed

Conscience Calling

Chorus:

Why do you fear the alarm
It's only your conscience calling
And when you hear the alarm
Is it love or falling

It is a heavy price
When your faith is blind
You'll risk your life
There's no heed to advice
As long as there's a chance
To roll the dice

Give it your level best
Going the distance is the test
Be willing to lose it all
The bigger the love
The harder the fall

Go To It

Chorus:

Why don't you go to it
If it's in another's arms
Why can I see through it
Whatever holds your secret charms
Why don't you go to it

I wake, you talk
I smile, you balk
At all the reasons to hang on
Another day won't change the way
That you look at me

I weep, you sleep
I plan, you stand
Away from the shadow of my pain
And I caress the bitterness
That you show me

To where I don't hurt your comfort
To where my darkness never shines
To where the ice of your smile
Turns a gentle blue

The Dancing Master (Dancing master / Connaught Man's Rambles / Market town)

This is an instrumental tune.

Jim Harris

T'was in the year of thirty four
On the last daylight in May
Jim Harris in the Ronald P.
From St. Kieran's sailed away
He sailed away in search of bait Till he came to
Paradise Sound Where to his great and sad mistake
The Irene he ran down

As she lay to her anchor All hands were filled with joy
Not thinking any accident to
them was drawing nigh Until the Roland hove insight
More joyful did they feel
With flowing Yards and swelling sails
Taking eight knots from the reel

She was like some frightened animal
With the white foam across her face
Neither sheet nor tack now did she slack
While entering in this place
Those boats were well scattered
And for her there was plenty of room
But she passed too near to the Irene's head

And she broke off her jib boom
Which pierced the Ronald's mainsail
About three cloths from the lee
The mainsail left the main mast
T'was an awful sight to see
Those boys they were well frightened
What to do they did not know
So without their skipper's orders
Their anchor they let go

Jim Harris jumped upon the deck
Fired down his cap and swore
Saying such a tangle now as this
I never saw before
I've been charge of vessels large and small
And I sailed them far and near
Far across the broad Atlantic
Where the storms do rage severe

Now if this was some youngster
What would the people say
For an accident can happen to the best man anyday
It's alright when the wheel is going up
But for when she turns for to go down
You all might meet with the same sad fate
As Jim Harris in Paradise Sound

Jolly Jack

As Jack Went walking London City
All the people thought Jack wasn't witty
But Jack he heard what Nancy said
That night with the squire with her would lay

Chorus:

Fall de doll diddle dero right fall de dero dee

I'll tie a string around my little finger
And I'll hang it through my bedroom window
You'll come there and you'll pull the string
And I'll come down and I'll let you in

Well now says Jack can't I adventure
To pull that string from Nancy's window
I'll go there and I'll pull the string
And she'll come down and she'll let me in

What brought you here my saucy fellow
To rob me of my gold and silver
Well I came here and I pulled the string
And you came down and you let me in

Jack spent that night with lovely Nancy
And he tickled her right to her fancy
Jack spent with her all that long night
Until it broke into broad daylight

Since you have got above me garter
No other man shall follow after
I love ya Jack as I love me life
I'll be your beloved wife

Now when that squire came to remember
About that string from Nancy's window
Well he went there to pull the string
But our boy Jack
Sure he had it pulled in

Now Jack got married to lovely Nancy
And he dressed her up in silk so fancy
I wish them joy throughout their life
Jack and his beloved wife

Rufus & Emile Ride On (Prosper's Jig, Daniel's Harbour Breakdown, Pretty Little Mary - by Rufus Guinchard)
(Joey Smallwood's Reel - by Emile Benoit)

Another instrumental tune.

Heave Away

Come get your duds in order
For we're bound to leave tomorrow
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
Come get your duds in order
For we're bound to cross the water
Heave away, me jolly boys
We're all bound away

Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool
Sometimes we're bound for Spain
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
But now we're bound for old St. John's
To see the girls a 'dancin'
Heave away, me jolly boys
We're all bound away

I wrote me love a letter
I was on the Jenny-Lynn
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
I wrote me love a letter
And I signed it with a ring
Heave away, me jolly boys
We're all bound away

So farewell Nancy darlin'
For it's now I'm goin' to leave ya
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
You promised that you'd marry me
But how you did deceive me
Heave away, me jolly boys
We're all bound away

The Electric Jigs (The Kesh and Bill Hartes)

This tune is also instrumental.
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