Biography:
The Poxy Boggards are a Pasadena-based folk band, founded in 1994 at the Southern CA Renaissance Pleasure Faire. Since this time, they have achieved success in the re-burgeoning of the Irish-folk movement, playing with bands such as the Fenians. Currently comprised of 14 members, all of them singers and most of them instrumentalists, the Poxy Boggards have a richly layered sound.
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Now when I was a young man
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We lived near the sea strand
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And me folks kept a tavern called the Admiral's Head
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And old salts by the fireside
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Would tell of the seas wide
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The far foreign shores and the lives that they led
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And it's up and away in the morning
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O' the tears me poor mother has cried
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But the sea it had called me
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And you may say I'm barmy
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But I went to her just like a bride
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And it's up and away in the morning
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Well, I walked into Bristol
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With cutlass and pistol
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A new bo'sun's whistle and a swaggerin' stride
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And without too much censure
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I soon was indentured
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And embarked for adventure on a bright morning's tide
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And it's up and away in the morning
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With the wind to our backs we will sail
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And the ship may well take ya
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From here to Jamaica
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Where they serve up the rum by the pail
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And it's up and away in the morning
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After two months hard toil
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We docked in Port Royal
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Our virtues to spoil or at least to curtail
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But the trouble with the boisterous
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Sailors who roister's
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Their choice is to run or to end up in jail
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And it's up and away in the morning
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And the salt spray tastes finer than wine
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Dawn on the horizon
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And the size of the prize
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For the taking of a ship of the line
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And it's up and away in the morning
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Now some say the sea is a sickness but we
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Feel the thickness of wits lest we're shortening sail
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And we see the sea glint
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The focsle and bowsprit
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And our course is well plotted and runs fore the gale
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And it's up and away in the morning
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And though we may never come home
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We'll think of it often
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'Till the day that our lead-weighted coffins
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Get tossed in the foam
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And it's up and away in the morning
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And it's up and away in the morning
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With the wind to our backs we will sail
And the ship may well take ya
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From here to Jamaica
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Where the storms and the waves
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They will toss ya and shake ya
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And you'll do desperate deeds
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For which God might forsake ya
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But there's nowhere that we'd rather be
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And it's up and away in the morning
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Now when I was a young man
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We lived near the sea strand
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And me folks kept a tavern called the Admiral's Head
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And old salts by the fireside
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Would tell of the seas wide
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The far foreign shores and the lives that they led
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And it's up and away in the morning
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O' the tears me poor mother has cried
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But the sea it had called me
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And you may say I'm barmy
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But I went to her just like a bride
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And it's up and away in the morning
A E
Well, I walked into Bristol
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With cutlass and pistol
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A new bo'sun's whistle and a swaggerin' stride
A E
And without too much censure
A E
I soon was indentured
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And embarked for adventure on a bright morning's tide
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And it's up and away in the morning
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With the wind to our backs we will sail
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And the ship may well take ya
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From here to Jamaica
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Where they serve up the rum by the pail
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And it's up and away in the morning
A E
After two months hard toil
A E
We docked in Port Royal
A E B
Our virtues to spoil or at least to curtail
A E
But the trouble with the boisterous
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Sailors who roister's
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Their choice is to run or to end up in jail
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And it's up and away in the morning
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And the salt spray tastes finer than wine
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Dawn on the horizon
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And the size of the prize
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For the taking of a ship of the line
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And it's up and away in the morning
A E A E
Now some say the sea is a sickness but we
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Feel the thickness of wits lest we're shortening sail
A E
And we see the sea glint
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The focsle and bowsprit
A E B E
And our course is well plotted and runs fore the gale
A B C#m
And it's up and away in the morning
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And though we may never come home
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We'll think of it often
A E A
'Till the day that our lead-weighted coffins
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Get tossed in the foam
C#m E B E
And it's up and away in the morning
C#m E B E
And it's up and away in the morning
A B E
With the wind to our backs we will sail
And the ship may well take ya
A E
From here to Jamaica
A E
Where the storms and the waves
A E
They will toss ya and shake ya
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And you'll do desperate deeds
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For which God might forsake ya
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But there's nowhere that we'd rather be
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And it's up and away in the morning
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