This week is just about the music. Here's some fun songs.

Songs:

• “Wild Colonial Boy” by StoneRing from Samhain
• “The Worst Pirate Song” by Ceann from Almost Irish
• “General Taylor” by Pandora Celtica from a Pandora Celtica Demo
• “Rhapsody in Ritalin” by Breastfed from Breasted EP

Wild Colonial Boy
traditional, as sung by StoneRing

There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Doogan was his name.
He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called Castle Maine.
He was his father's only hope, his mother's pride and joy.
And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy.

At the early age of sixteen years he left his native home.
And to Australia's sunny shores he was inclined to roam.
He went and robbed the stagecoach and he shot James McEvoy.
A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy.

One morning on the prairie young Jack Doogan rode along.
He was listening to the mocking birds, they were singing a cheerful song.
Up rode a band of troupers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy.
They all rode up to capture him, the wild colonial boy.

“Surrender now Jack Doogan, you see it's three to one.
Surrender in the Queen's high name for you're her plundering son.”
He drew two pistols from his belt and he proudly waved them high.
“I'll fight but not surrender” cried the wild colonial boy.

He fired a ball at Kelly who fell dead right to the ground.
Then he fired a ball at Davis who was dead before he hit the ground.
But the bullet that pierced his proud young heart was from the pistol of Fitzroy.
And that's the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy.

General Taylor
traditional, as sung by Pandora Celtica

Well General Taylor gained the day
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
Well General Taylor gained the day
Carry him to his bury'n ground

Tell me way, hey, you stormy
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Tel me way, hey, you stormy
Carry him to his bury'n ground

We'll dig his grave with a silver spade
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
His shroud of the finest silk will be made
Carry him to his bury'n ground

We'll lower him down with a golden chain
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
On every inch we'll carve his name
Carry him to his bury'n ground

Well General Taylor died long ago
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
He's gone where the stormy winds don't blow
Carry him to his bury'n ground

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