Derina Harvey Band

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    Derina Harvey Band's first album (2013) - eight (8) tracks of Celtic Rock

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Derina Harvey Band's self-titled debut album contains eight (8) tracks of Celtic Rock.

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released August 16, 2013

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Derina Harvey Band Edmonton, Alberta

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Track Name: Islander
I'm a Newfoundlander born and bred and I'll be one till I die.
I'm proud to be an Islander; here's the reason why:
I'm free as the wind and the waves that wash the sand.
There's no place I would rather be than here in Newfoundland.
Diddle dee ah da, Diddle dee ahhh da

I spent some time in New York state and nearly lost my mind.
That city life's too fast for me nobody has a time.
Cement and steel and flashing lights were all that I could see.
It may be good for New York state but it's no bloody good for me.

I'm a Newfoundlander born and bred and I'll be one till I die.
I'm proud to be an Islander; here's the reason why:
I'm free as the wind and the waves that wash the sand.
There's no place I would rather be than here in Newfoundland.
Diddle dee ah da, Diddle dee ahhh da (yeah)

In Montreal the Frenchmen say that they own Labrador.
Including Indian Harbour where me father fished before.
But if they wants to fight for her I'll surely take a stand.
And they'll regret the day they tried to take our Newfoundland.

I'm a Newfoundlander born and bred and I'll be one till I die.
I'm proud to be an Islander; here's the reason why:
I'm free as the wind and the waves that wash the sand.
There's no place I would rather be than here in Newfoundland.
Diddle dee ah da, Diddle dee ahhh da (ya)

Now that the oil's on our shores we better take the time,
To develop it more carefully or else we're gonna find,
What could have been the answer to our poor economy,
Has changed our way of living and destroyed our fishery.

I'm a Newfoundlander born and bred and I'll be one till I die.
I'm proud to be an Islander; here's the reason why:
I'm free as the wind and the waves that wash the sand.
There's no place I would rather be than here in Newfoundland.

I'm a Newfoundlander born and bred and I'll be one till I die.
I'm proud to be an Islander; here's the reason why:
I'm free as the wind and the waves that wash the sand.
There's no place I would rather be than here in Newfoundland.
No place I would rather be, than here in Newfoundland.
Track Name: Mull River Shuffle
Here comes Mister MacNeil
The fine shape that he is in
There is no telling which way he'll feel
After his twister around the bend

Raisin' the jar hey raisin' hell
There's plenty of stories that they will tell
Some are born of true detail
Some are purely fiction

Well, look up yonder it's old MacPhee
He's having a few he can hardly see
Wrapped his buggy around a tree
Someone call the Mounties

Raisin' the jar and raisin' hell
There's plenty of stories that they will tell
Some are born of true detail
Some are purely fiction

Well ups spoke fine young Cameron
Of that does get a fearful hammerin'
Today he'll stutter and stammer and
There'll be hell to pay come Saturday

Raisin' the jar and raisin' hell
There's plenty of stories that they will tell
Some are born of true detail
Some are purely fiction

Well I'll go home, I'll go home
Full of the devil and full of the rum
I'll go home, I'll go home
We'll all go home in the morning
I'll go, I'll go

Danny Wright had a light
Burning bright, every night
Now waiting for the fish to bite
Along the shores of 'Cocomagh

Raisin the jar hey raisin hell
There's plenty of stories that they will tell
Some are born of true detail
Some are purely fiction

There they stand by the door
Selling bush by the score
Asking you to buy some more
Along the shores of 'Cocomagh

Raisin' the jar and raisin' hell
There's plenty of stories that they will tell
Some are born of true detail
Some are purely fiction

I'll go home, I'll go home
Full of the devil and full of the rum
I'll go home, I'll go home
We'll all go home in the morning
Track Name: The Wild Rover
I've played a wild rover for many's a year
And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's No, Nay, never, (right up yer kilt)
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay
Such a custom as yours I could have any day

And it's No, Nay, never, (right up yer kilt)
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

Then I took from my pocket, ten sovereigns so bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She says "I have fine whiskeys and ales of the best"
"And the words that I told ya, sure it was only in jest"

And it's No, Nay, never, (right up yer kilt)
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

I'll go back to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And if they caress me as oft times before
Then I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's No, Nay, never, ( right up yer kilt)
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

Ah well and it's
No, Nay, never, ( right up yer kilt)
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

Will I play the wild rover
No never no more
Track Name: Excursion Around The Bay
Well it was on this monday morning
And the day be calm and fine
To the Harbour Grace excursion
With the boys to have a time
And just before the sailor
Took the gangway from the pier
I saw some fellow haul me wife aboard The Volunteer

"Oh me, oh my," I heard the old wife cry,
"Oh me, oh my, I think I'm gonna die!"
"Oh me, oh my", I heard the old wife say,
"I wish I'd never taken this excursion around the bay" (Hey!)

We had full 300 hundred souls aboard, oh what a splendid sight!
Left strong and regimental to make our spirits bright
Meself being in the double, from the funny things they'd say
They'd choke themselves from laughing when they'd see us in the bay

"Oh me, oh my," I heard the old wife cry,
"Oh me, oh my, I think I'm gonna die!"
"Oh me, oh my", I heard the old wife say,
"I wish I'd never taken this excursion around the bay" (Hey!)

Me wife she got no better, she turned a sickly green
I fed her cake and candy, fat pork and kerosene
Castor Oil and sugar rock candy, rubbed gear oil on her face
And I said she'll be a dandy when we reaches Harbour Grace

"Oh me, oh my," I heard the old wife cry,
"Oh me, oh my, I think I'm gonna die!"
"Oh me, oh my", I heard the old wife say,
"I wish I'd never taken this excursion around the bay" (Hey!)

Me wife she got no better, me wife me darling dear
The screech heard from our troll here, could hear in Carbonear
Tried every place in Harbour Grace,
Tried every store and shop,
To get her something for a cure or take her to the hop

"Oh me, oh my," I heard the old wife cry,
"Oh me, oh my, I think I'm gonna die!"
"Oh me, oh my", I heard the old wife say,
"I wish I'd never taken this excursion around the bay" (Hey!)

"Oh me, oh my," I heard the old wife cry,
"Oh me, oh my, I think I'm gonna die!"
"Oh me, oh my", I heard the old wife say,
"I wish I'd never taken this excursion around the bay" (Hey!)

She died below the brandy's as we were coming back
We buried her in the ocean, wrapped up in a Union Jack
So now I am a single man, in search of a pretty face
And the woman who says she'll have me, I'm off for Harbour Grace

"Oh me, oh my," I heard the old wife cry,
"Oh me, oh my, I think I'm gonna die!"
"Oh me, oh my", I heard the old wife say,
"I wish I'd never taken this excursion around the bay" (Hey!)
Track Name: Drunken Sailor
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning

Way hay, up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning

Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober,
Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober,
Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober,
Early in the morning

Way hay, up she rises...

Keep him there and make him bail'er,
Keep him there and make him bail'er,
Keep him there and make him bail'er,
Early in the morning

Way hay, up she rises...

Give him a dose of the salty water,
Give him a dose of the salty water,
Give him a dose of the salty water,
Early in the morning

Way hay, up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning

Way hay, up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning

What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning

What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning

Way hay, up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning

Put him in the hold with the captain's daughter,
Put him in the hold with the captain's daughter,
Put him in the hold with the captain's daughter,
Early in the morning

Way hay, up she rises...

She looks likes an orangutan,
She looks like an orang-o-tang-o,
She looks like a right ol' tangle,
Early in the morning

Way hay, up she rises...

There she goes swinging through the rigging,
There she goes swinging through the rigging,
There she goes swinging through the rigging,
Early in the morning

Way hay, up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning

Way hay, up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning

What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning

What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning

Way hay, up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning

Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Early in the morning

Way hay, up she rises...

Put him in the back of the paddy wagon,
Put him in the back of the paddy wagon,
Put him in the back of the paddy wagon,
Early in the morning

Way hay, up she rises...

Throw him in the drunk tank 'til he's sober,
Throw him in the drunk tank 'til he's sober,
Throw him in the drunk tank 'til he's sober,
Early in the morning

Way hay, up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning

Way hay, up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning

What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning

What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning
Track Name: Dirty Old Town
I met my love by the gas works wall
I dreamed a dream by the old canal
And I kissed my girl by the factory wall
In the dirty old town
The dirty old town

Clouds a drifting across the moon
And cats are prowling on their beat
Springs a girl from the streets at night
In the dirty old town
Is'a dirty old town

I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
And I smelled the spring on the smoky wind
In the dirty old town
Dirty old town

Well I'm going to make me a big sharp axe
Of shining steel tempered in the fire
And I'll chop you down like an old dead tree
From the dirty old town
Dirty old town

Well I met my love by the gas works wall
I dreamed a dream by the old canal
And I kissed a girl by the factory wall
In the dirty old town
Dirty old town
It's a dirty old town
It's a dirty old town
Dirty old town
It's a dirty old town
Track Name: Irish Rover/Farewell To Nova Scotia
THE IRISH ROVER

In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from our sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York
She was an elegant craft, rigged fore'd-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her.
She could stand several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover.

Fare thee well, my pretty little girl,
I must sail away;
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl,
I must sail away.

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags,
We had two million barrels of stone;
We had three million sides of blind horses' hides,
We had four million barrels of bone.

And five million hogs, six million dogs,
Seven million barrels of porter;
We had eight million bales of old nanny goat tails,
In the hold of the Irish Rover.

Fare thee well, my pretty little girl,
I must sail away;
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl,
I must sail away.

We had Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan from County Tyrone;
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work,
And a fella from Westmeath called Malone.

There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule,
Fightin' Bill Treacy from Dover;
And Nolan from McClare he's as strong as a bear,
He's the skipper of the Irish Rover.

Fare thee well, my pretty little girl,
I must sail away;
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl,
I must sail away.

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out,
And our ship lost her way in a fog;
Then the whole of our crew it was reduced down to two,
Just me'self and the captain's old dog.

Then the ship struck a rock! Lord, what a shock!
It turned the boat right over;
And she spun nine times around, the poor old dog was drowned -
Now I'm the last of the Irish Rover.

Fare thee well, my pretty little girl,
I must sail away;
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl,
I must sail away.

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FAREWELL TO NOVA SCOTIA

The sun was setting in the West
The birds were singing on every tree
All nature seemed inclined for the rest
Still, there was no rest for me.

Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast,
Let your mountains dark and dreary be
For when I’m far away, on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

I grieve to leave my native land
I grieve to leave my comrades all
And my parents whom I love so dear
And the bonny, bonny lass that I do adore.

Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast,
Let your mountains dark and dreary be
For when I’m far away, on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

Drums do beat, wars do alarm
The captain, he calls; I must obey
So farewell, farewell, to my Nova Scotia charms
It’s early in the morning I'm far, far away

Farewell to Nova Scotia, my sea-bound coast,
Let your mountains dark and dreary be
For when I’m far away, on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

I have three brothers and they are at rest.
Their arms are folded on their breast,
But a poor, simple sailor just like me
Must be tossed and driven on the dark, blue sea.

Farewell to Nova Scotia, my sea-bound coast,
Let your mountains dark and dreary be
For when I’m far away, on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

For when I’m far away, on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?
Track Name: Nancy Spain
Of all the stars that ever shone
Not one twinkled like your pale blue eyes
Like golden corn at harvest time your hair
Sailing in my boat the wind
The wind does gently come to fill my sails
Your sweet-scented breath is everywhere

Daylight peeping through the curtains
Of the passing night time is your smile
The sun in the sky is like your laugh
Come back to me my Nancy
And linger for just a little while
Since you left these shores I've known no peace or joy

No matter where I wander I'm still haunted by your name
The portrait of your beauty stays the same
Standing by the ocean wondering where you've gone, if you'll return again
Where is the ring I gave to Nancy Spain?

On that day in Springtime,
When snow starts to melt and streams to flow
With the birds, I will sing to you a song
And in a while I'll wander
Down by bluebell grove where wild flowers grow
And I wish lovely Nancy will return

No matter where I wander I'm still haunted by your name
The portrait of your beauty stays the same
Standing by the ocean wondering where you've gone, if you'll return again
Where is the ring I gave to Nancy Spain?

Standing by the ocean wondering where you've gone, if you'll return again
Where is the ring I gave to Nancy Spain?
Where is the ring I have to Nancy Spain?