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't Brabantse land
't Leven is goed in 't Brabantse land
't Land waar mijn wieg heeft gestaan
Daar heb ik voor altijd mijn hart aan verpand
Dat land doet mijn hart sneller slaan
De bossen, de vennen, de purperen hei
Een dorpje dat past in je hand
De Peel en de Kempen en de Meijerij
M'n heerlijke Brabantse land
Dat kleine café waar m'n stamtafel staat
Een pleintje met bomen omrand
De boerenkapel speelt een deuntje op straat
M'n heerlijke Brabantse land
Dat land van m'n jeugd waar je iedereen kent
Geen verschil is in rang of in stand
Dat land waar je rijk bent al heb je geen cent
M'n heerlijke Brabantse land
Dit land waar ons moeder ons groot heeft gebracht
M'n vriendelijk g'moedelijke land
Dat land waar het leven nog echt wordt geleefd
M'n eerlijke, heerlijke,
Machtige, prachtige, gastvrije Brabantse land
Bron: https://muzikum.eu/nl/01607-oh-sixteen-oh-seven/t-leven-is-goed-int-brabantse-land-songtekst
Nie Knieze Nie Zeure
Nie knieze, nie zeure, das hartstikke fout,
Vergit nie te lêve, want straks ben je oud
Nie knieze, nie zeure, das hartstikke fout
Vergit nie te lêve, want straks ben de oud
Soms lijkt alles triester, zwarter dan de nacht
Maar het wordt weer helder, as ge wir us lacht
Lachen is een wonder, alles komt terecht
Weg verdriet en zurrege, 't leven is nie slecht
Wie kan mij vertellen, waer d'n hemel is
Boven bij de vogels, of onder bij de vis
Ik zal 't oe vertellen, den hemel die is hier
Daorom beste mensen, maak toch veul plezier
Al bende vijf en zestig en trekte A.O.W
Dan moette nie gaon denken, nou tel ik nie meer mee
Want 't is aan oe gegeven, om eeuwig jong te zijn
Wees daarom blijmoedig en geen stuk sjagrijn
Nie knieze, nie zeure, das hartstikke fout
Vergit nie te lêve, want straks ben de oud (2x)
the Quartermaster's store
There was cheese, chees, lots of bread and chees,
In the store, in the store.
There was cheese, cheese, lots of bread and chees,
In the Quartermaster's store.
My eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me,
I have not brought my specs with me.
There were rats, rats, big as bloody cats,
In the store, in the store.
There were rats, rats, big as bloody cats,
In the Quartermaster's store.
My eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me,
I have not brought my specs with me.
There was ham, ham, mixed up with the jam ,
In the store, in the store.
There was ham, ham, mixed up with the jam
In the Quartermaster's store.
My eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me,
I have not brought my specs with me.
There was beer, beer, to bring us all good cheer,
In the store, in the store.
There was beer, beer, to bring us all good cheer,
In the Quartermaster's store.
What shall we do with the drunken sailor? songtekst
Refrain:
Weigh heigh and up she rises (/Hoo-ray and up she rises)1
Weigh heigh and up she rises (/Patent blocks of different sizes)
Weigh heigh and up she rises
Early in the morning
Traditional verses:
What shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor,
What shall we do with a drunken sailor,
What shall we do with a drunken sailor,
Early in the morning?
Put/chuck him in the long boat till he's sober.
Put him in the long-boat and make him bail her.
What shall we do with a drunken soldier?
Put/lock him in the guard room 'til he gets sober.
Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him.
Pull out the plug and wet him all over
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under
Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowline.
Scrape the hair off his chest with a hoop-iron razor.
Give 'im a dose of salt and water.
Stick on his back a mustard plaster.
Keep him there and make 'im bail 'er.
Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end.
What'll we do with a Limejuice skipper?
Soak him in oil till he sprouts a flipper.
What shall we do with the Queen o' Sheba?
What shall we do with the Virgin Mary?
Additional verses:
Shave his chin with a rusty razor.
Shave his belly with a rusty razor.
Give 'im a hair of the dog that bit him.
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it.
Put him in bed with the captain's daughter.
Whiskey In The Jar songtekst
As I was going over
The Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell
And his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
I said "Stand and deliver
Or the devil he may take you"
I took all of his money
And it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and
I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me
No Never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman
For you know she treat me easy
[Chorus]:
Mush a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy'o
Whack for my daddy'o,
There's Whiskey in the jar, o
Being drunk and weary
I went to Molly`s chamber
Taking my Molly with me
And I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven
In walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols
And I shot him with both barrels
[Chorus]
Now some men like the fishing
And some men like fowling
And some men like to hear
The cannonballs are roaring
Me - I like sleeping
Specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison,
Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
76 Trink, trink, Brüderlein trink
[Refrain:]
Trink, trink, Brüderlein trink,
lass doch die Sorgen zu Haus!
Trink, trink, Brüderlein trink,
lass doch die Sorgen zu Haus!
Meide den Kummer und meide den Schmerz,
dann ist das Leben ein Scherz.
Meide den Kummer und meide den Schmerz,
ja, dann ist das Leben ein Scherz.
Das Trinken, das soll man nicht lassen,
das Trinken regiert doch die Welt,
Man soll auch den Menschen nicht hassen,
der stets eine Lage bestellt.
[Refrain]
Ob Bier oder Wein, ob Champagner,
nur lasst uns beim Trinken nicht prahlen.
Es trank den Champagner schon mancher,
und konnt ihn nachher nicht bezahlen.
[Refrain]
The Wild Rover songtekst
I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
And now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.
Chorus:
And it's no, nay, never,
No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more.
I went to an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay
Such a custom as yours I could have any day."
Chorus:
I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest."
Chorus:
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they caress me as ofttimes before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.
Chorus