Lyrics British Isles Medley - George Formby

Men of Harlech are ye waking
Saxon posts your hills are shaking
Proudly now your swords be taking
Gather in your might

D′ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay
D'ye ken John Peel at the break of day
D′ye ken John Peel when he's far, far away
With his hounds and his horn in the morning

Come cheer up my lads 'tis to glory we steer
To add something new to this wonderful year
To honour we call you not press you like slaves
For who are so free as the sons of the waves

Hearts of oak are our ships, jolly tars are our men
We always are ready, steady boys, steady
We′ll fight and we will conquer again and again

I were a′courting Mary Jane, on Ilk-ley moor baht'at
I were a′courting Mary,
I were a'courting Mary, I were a′courting Mary Jane
On Ilk-ley moor baht'at, On Ilk-ley moor baht′at
On Ilk-ley moor baht'at

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie brae
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

Come landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over
Come landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over
For tonight we'll merry, merry be
For tonight we′ll merry, merry be

For tonight we′ll merry be. Tomorrow we'll be sober
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot?
And the days of auld lang syne

For auld lang syne my dear, for auld lang syne
We′ll take a cup of kindness yet for the sake of auld lang syne