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Mason's Bucket
01:35
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With one year down and many more to go
Hey! Hey!
From pub to pub and show to show
There’s a long road paved out on front of us
But we can get through with honesty and trust
There’s been some hardships along the way
Hey! Hey!
With too much work and no time for play
We’ve sold our souls to punk rock and roll
So let’s lay down our cards and never fold!
Broken bottles broken strings
These are my favorite things
Broken bottles broken strings
A new breeds waitin' in the wings
Through drunken shows and not much dough
Hey! Hey!
We’ve got through it all and hey what cha’ know
We all seem to keep coming back
My friends, my family a common pact
We’re hard headed, hard drinkin chip’s of the block
Hey! Hey!
Punchin’ our time in life’s time clock
We’ve sold our souls to punk rock and roll
Lay down our cards and never fold!
(chorus)
Broken bottles broken strings
Broken bottles broken strings
These are my favorite things
Broken bottles broken strings
A new breeds waitin' in the wings
Broken bottles broken strings
Broken bottles broken strings
These are my favorite things
Broken bottles broken strings
A new breeds waitin' in the wings
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3. |
Amy Leigh
02:33
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Our journey started only two years past
Standing at the dock yards raising of the mast
The whistle blows the crew is all on deck
Loading up on provisions and whiskey for the trek
The ship is pointing southward bound
Towards a land of the unknown
You’re standing at the dockside
In your finest dressing gown
Waking to the sound of a cannons blast
Frozen with fear as the tides of war are cast
Smoke fills the air her stern is left a wreck
Is this my last voyage, the noose tightens round my neck
The ship is pointing southward bound
Towards a land of the unknown
This is where I’ll be laid to rest
1000 miles from home
I’ve sailed many a sea, and ocean’s vast
Seen many a battle in port’s across the map
Water fills my lungs as I take my dying breath
I look to the sky as this sailor’s put to rest
The ship is pointing southward bound
Towards the depths of the below
You’re standing at the dockside
In your darkest dressing gown
I’ve seen many a girl across this land
From sea to shining sea
But I’ll be coming back to your loving arms
My darling Amy Leigh
Oh my darling Amy Leigh
Oh my darling Amy Leigh
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Do you remember when you were young?
And everything was new
The world was at your beckon call
And you spent half it in the lew
You pissed away those years
And you’ll never get em’ back
Your life was in the bottle
And society’s taken its empties back
All those hopes and dreams
Have all been poured right down your throat
The real world kicked your ass
And now it’s got ya’ by the throat
You got dealt life’s worst hand
And you’re all but ready to fold
To bad that all that street cred
Ain’t worth it’s weight in gold
Whoa oh oh, Whoah oh oh ooooooh ah a oh
Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey
Do you remember when you moved out?
And were runnin’ with the crew
You were on a first name basis
With all the boys in blue
Petty crimes and five buck wine
Brass knuckles and your jack
Your life’s tied to a train track
And it’s never comin’ back
All those hopes and dreams
Have all been poured right down your throat
The real world kicked your ass
And now it’s got ya’ by the throat
You got dealt life’s worst hand
And you’re all but ready to fold
To bad that all that street cred
Ain’t worth it’s weight in gold
Whoa oh oh, Whoah oh oh ooooooh ah a oh
Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey
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5. |
Land Ho
03:17
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The sun goes down on a western sky
We’ve ploughed through fields and wild roses high
A mountanis back drop and our spirits high
This prairie schooner’s set sail cross a prairie mile
So come rally round boys, we’re homeward bound
Come rally round now land ho!
Come rally round boys we’re homeward bound
Cross a sea of wheat and despair-o
On a sea of wheat and despair-o
The campfires blazing and songs are sung
With stories passed down from the old to the young
And the chucks are packed as our journey’s begun
In search of promised land under an Alberta sun
So come rally round boys, we’re homeward bound
Come rally round now land ho!
Come rally round boys we’re homeward bound
Cross a sea of wheat and despair-o
On a sea of wheat and despair-o
A prairie land rush they came from near and far
On the backs of their stead’s and by railway car
Leaving behind family and drought struck farms
To a land of prosperity and Chinook winds warm
So come rally round boys, we’re homeward bound
Come rally round now land ho!
Land Ho!
Come rally round boys we’re homeward bound
Cross a sea of wheat and despair-o
On a sea of wheat and despair-o
Crossing seas of wheat and despair-o
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6. |
United Voice
02:58
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I’ve been 14 years removed and now I’m finally going home
Back to friends and family and a land of times long gone
The birthplace and the hub where the boy becomes a man
Walking down those cobbled streets together hand and hand
The salt upon our lips as the sun begins to rise
This city’s seen its share of pain but we’ll get through now bye’s
Through hard work and dedication you know we will show them all
That there’s more to this bluenoser than a pad and pen can scrawl
From the narrows to the straights we will gather one and all
A united voice among us so you all must heed our call
Through the Cape’s highlands, where this old salt will roam
To the rocky banks of L’Arechete where the fishermen call home
The midnight wind is calling whistling its shrill tune to the moon
Blessings on gods country and the ships upon its dunes
A storm moves through wave’s crash up against the banks
With nets filled full of fish for which the fisherman give thanks
Through hard work and dedication you know we will show them all
That there’s more to this bluenoser than a pad and pen can scrawl
From the narrows to the straights we will gather one and all
A united voice among us so you all must heed our call
We're going home, I said we're finally going home
We're going home, I said we're finally going home
We're going home, I said we're finally going home
We're going home, I said I'm finally going home
Through hard work and dedication you know we will show em’ all
That there’s more to this bluenoser than a pad and pen can scrawl
We’ve been knocked down, pushed around still our heads held high
For I’ll be a Maritimer until the day I die!
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7. |
Fire the Pipes
02:12
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So fire the pipes and raise the flag for victory’s at hand
We’re going to rid this fuckin’ town of money grubbing bands
You started off oh so sincere but somehow you lost your way
You preach about scene unity and you turn backs away
Away, away hey !
Fire the pipes and raise the flag
Away, away hey!
Fire the pipes and raise the flag
Away, away hey !
Fire the pipes and raise the flag
Away, Away
So fire the pipes and raise the flag for victory’s at hand
We’ll steal your fuckin’ riders and flatten the tires of your van
You think that your to good to play in our slummy club
Well remember that next time when we see you in the pub!
Away, away hey !
Fire the pipes and raise the flag
Away, away hey!
Fire the pipes and raise the flag
Away, away hey !
Fire the pipes and raise the flag
Away, Away
Away, away hey !
Away, away hey !
Away, away hey !
We'll fire the pipes …and raise..the…flag
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8. |
Piper's Salute
02:57
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Piper’s salute to a new generation
The years have passed the times have changed
But pride and tradition are what still remains
Pass down the torch our stories must be told
Sung from the mouths of the hearts so bold
A new generation must pick up the slack
Of celtic youth bringing values back
A piper’s salute to a new generation
This is the piper’s salute woah oh
A piper’s salute to a new generation
This is the piper’s salute woah oh
From city to city and from town to town
There’s a voice from the street and the underground
The kid’s of today finding out about their pasts
Living in this country where culture is vast
Poems of Robbie Burns bleed through our hearts
Let’s all sing together and you know the part
Woah oh oh oh oh Woah oh oh oh oh!!!
A piper’s salute to a new generation
This is the piper’s salute woah oh
A piper’s salute to a new generation
This is the piper’s salute woah oh
A piper’s salute to a new generation
This is the piper’s salute woah oh
A piper’s salute to a new generation
This is the piper’s salute woah oh
A piper’s salute to a new generation
This is the piper’s salute woah oh
A piper’s salute to a new generation
This is the piper’s salute woah oh
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9. |
The Town that Died
03:34
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On a cold December morning in 1917
Two ships collided in the Halifax harbor
One of which was carrying 2600 tons of explosives
One square mile of the city of Halifax was left in rubble
In a crimson ball of rolling flames
1963 people were killed
9000 injured
And 199 …were left blind
The smoke bellows up to the sky
Women and children are left blind
The whaler’s battle with the blaze
The city is covered in a haze
Shops and factories in piles
The destruction stretches out for miles
Bodies lined across the docks
Sailors climbing over them like rocks
Our town will never be the same
All our hopes and dreams are up in flames
Where do we turn to now?
Our churches, schools our town
Are slowly burning down to the ground
The smoke bellows up to the sky
Women and children are left blind
The whaler’s battle with the blaze
The city is covered in a haze
Shops and factories in piles
The destruction stretches out for miles
Bodies lined across the docks
Sailors climbing over them like rocks
Our town will never be the same
Hear the screams of a mothers pain
Her only son is drown
The ship is going down
Left with the smell of death of her town
Where do we go from here +4
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10. |
Ken
02:02
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50 years old and still manning the docks
Sent half his life, punching clocks
Doin work fit for a younger man
20 years of labor wasn’t part of his plan
His back is strained and, so is his patience
Wants to send his boss on a permanent vacation
A union worker, through and through
Without hopes of promotion what’s a man to do?
Whoa oh oh this songs for you
He does it for his wife and kids
Of which he never sees
12 hour shifts and shitty bids
And a future he’ll never see
There’s got to be something more to life
Than endless shifts and constant strife
He started there as a fresh face kid
With dreams of a future as he’s packin’ skids
Now 20 years later he’s doing the same
Not a valued worker, just another name
For all of his service he gets a slap in the face
Cause with a 20 year old kid he’ll be replaced
Whoa oh oh oh this songs for you
Whoa oh oh oh whoa oh oh Ken
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11. |
Dover Boys
03:16
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It’s Friday night you worked all week your fingers to the bone
With the smell of diesel fuel the number 26 leads home
The bus is full of drywall dust as it plows through dirty snow
Stan Rogers on your headphones just another working Joe
But it’s alright, it’s O.K it’s the end of your working day
But it’s alright, it’s O.K we’ve all got our bills to pay
So it’s Perry’s Pub, it’s Friday night, we’ll drink we’ll drink away the night
Jukebox playing outlaw songs, this is the place that we belong
Whoa oh oh we’re Dover boys
Your wife she up and left you oh so many years ago
Moved backed to Saskatchewan with your kids in tow
It’s half of your wages to her that you owe
This is the plight, this is the fight of the average working Joe
But it’s alright, it’s O.K we’ve all got our bills to pay
So it’s Perry’s Pub, it’s Friday night, we’ll drink we’ll drink away the night
Jukebox playing outlaw songs, this is the place that we belong
Whoa oh oh we’re Dover boys
We’re Dover Boys, we take no shit
We stick together deal with it
Bloody knuckles and dirty jeans
Lessons learned and places seen
Work all week for Friday night
This is our world this is our plight
Coked out waitresses and Kokanee’s
Heaven on earth or so it seems
Whoa oh oh we’re Dover Boys
What are we?
Whoa oh oh we’re Dover Boys
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12. |
Sailors Grave
03:40
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Well it’s a sailors grave for me
With pennies for my eyes and whiskey at my feet
The compass is pointing homeward bound
And it’s my maker that I’ll meet
The sea’s are unforgiving
And only the god’s of it can judge me
So wrap me up in my Sunday best
And beneath the waters plunge me
Well it’s a sailors grave for me
With pennies for my eyes and whiskey at my feet
The compass is pointing homeward bound
And it’s my maker that I’ll meet
The sea’s are unforgiving
And only the god’s of it can judge me
So wrap me up in my Sunday’s best
And beneath the waters plunge me
So take me down boys
Beneath these icy waters
Looking up through copper eyes and those of my dear father
The swallows on my chest have crossed their final border
It’s a sailors grave for me after a life of mortar
Well it’s a sailors grave for me
With pennies for my eyes and whiskey at my feet
The compass is pointing homeward bound
And it’s my maker that I’ll meet
The sea’s are unforgiving
And only the god’s of it can judge me
So wrap me up in my Sunday best
And beneath the waters plunge me
Take me down boys…..ohhhhh take me down
Take me down boys….. ohhhhh take me down
Take me down boys
Beneath the waters plunge me
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The Tartan Hearts Calgary, Alberta
The Tartan Hearts first set sail in 2005 and played their final show on March 17th,
2011
There music could best be described as a marriage of maritime folk music mixed with the sincerity , energy and passion of punk rock
The Tartan Hearts have shared stages with the likes of The Real Mckenzies and members have done guest spots with Canada's premier irish punk band The Mahones
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