There are a bunch of songs we are bound to break into from time to time. Some of them are club songs written by club members, and some of them are popular songs well worth the singing. Learn em all, and add your own, for great times hiking, canyoning, climbing and road trippin!

Song List:

Ode to the Ice Screw

Ice screw, O, ice screw
How my pumped arms long for you
I twist your teeth deep in the freeze
Strain relieved from my trembling knees
That shiny shaft of steel
My saviour of silver hue

Ice screw, ohh, ice screw
You protect my nerves, big falls bad news
Thin ice, fat ice, with all sizes I choose
The screw that suits the ice I use

Ice screw, Oh, ice screw
So far below, power now reduced
The rope is run, the pitch is done
I screw one screw
But in view of my partner's safety due
I screw two

Ice screw, O, ice screw!
Redundancy full, an anchor so brute,
Now my partner approaches the crux of the route
Ice cracks, he plunges, but the ice screws hold true.

Ice screw, oh, ice screw
Your trust is proven, I believe in you
I haul my second over steep icy lip
Solely reliant your threads do not rip

Ice screw, o, ice screw
Your value is worth the price I paid for you
Our lives hang through you
A silver tube in ice so blue
That cam nor hex nor nut nor snarg nor piton hold Strong like you do

Ice screw, Oooh, ice screw
Though I bail this route I must not lose you
With longest screw I insert two tubes
That join as one, for a v-thread costs few

ICE SCREW OOOH ICE SCREW!
TO CLIMB GIANT FACES ON ALPINE PEAKS HUGE
I SIMPLY CANNOT ASCEND WITHOUT MY TOOLS!
THE SIMPLE, HUMBLE, FAITHFUL ICE SCREW...

Lost my Friends

And as I climbed I lost my friends
and my nuts were way too small.
I had to run it out until a piece,
it was luck that I didn't fall

By Sean Villaneuva O'Driscoll
Sung at the end of Vertical Sailing Ep 2

Point Perpendicular

(To the air of Land Down Under)

Dirtbagging, livin' hand to mouth
On the highway going down south
We met Frek he was from Hollandia
He was a freak he'd well outclimb ya!

And he said:
You go to Point Perpendicular?
Where women crush and men plunge-ah.
You rap in the waves crash under ya,
You better jam better love that exposure

Buyin donuts from a woman in Berry,
She was 4 foot 5 yet very scary.
I asked is there any sport down the track?
She just frowned and gave me a trad rack

And she said
You go to Point Perpendicular
Where women crush and men plunge-ah.
You rap in the waves crash under ya,
You better jam better love that exposure

We got to the crag, could hear Thor’s hammer,
So why’d we then go to Windjammer?
The heavens opened, the waves were crashing
I started the crack, hands, feet jamming

We go to Point Perpendicular,
Where women crush and men plunge-ah.
You rap in the waves crash under ya,
You better jam better love that exposure

I pulled a block I fell pell-mell
It missed my belayer grazed her helmet.
We topped out called it a day,
Decided to go swimming at honeymoon bay

We go to Point Perpendicular,
Where women crush and men plunge-ah.
You rap in, the waves crash under ya,
You better jam, better love that exposure

By Brendan, Rene, Niels & Vicky

The Rock Climber

(To the air of The Wild Rover)

I’ve been a rock climber for many a year,
and I’ve spent all me money on rock climbing gear.
Now I’m coming home cause I’ve got rope burn,
and I swear I’ll be a rock climber no more.

And it’s no, nay, never,
(COIL UP YOUR ROPES!)
No nay never, no more.
Will I be a rock climber?
No never, no more.

I went to a crag I used to frequent,
I told my belayer my energy was spent.
I asked could he lead it he answered me 'nay!'
said 'you are the rock climber I only belay.'

And it’s no, nay, never,
(JANGLE YOUR NUTS!)
No nay never, no more.
Will I be a rock climber?
No never, no more.

So I took a big friend from my climbing rack,
I said I’d stick it in the off width crack.
I climbed on up but I started to peel,
the hard ground beneath me was all I could feel.

And it’s no, nay, never,
(PLAY WITH YOUR FRIENDS!)
No nay never, no more.
Will I be a rock climber?
No never, no more.

Now as I lie here with my broken leg,
I know I should have banged in a peg.
And all I can do now is talk on and on,
about the day I climbed the Grepon

And it’s no, nay, never,
(FINGER THAT CRACK!)
No nay never, no more.
Will i be a rock climber?
No never, no more.

By UCD Mountaineering Club

The Canyoner

(To the air of The Wild Rover)

I've been a canyoner for many a year,
And I've spent all me money on canyoning gear.
I want to go home cause I'm freezing cold,
And I swear I'll be a canyoner no more

And it’s no, nay, never,
(COIL UP YOUR ROPES!)
No nay never, no more.
Will I be a canyoner?
No never, no more.

We went to a canyon I'd ne'er before met,
We were told it was dry but by God it was wet.
I asked could we leave it but my friend he said nay,
Said 'you are the canyoner we'll go anyway'

And it’s no, nay, never,
(GO ON AND JUMP!)
No nay never, no more.
Will I be a canyoner?
No never, no more.

So there we were with no wetsuits,
There were swims and some jumps and a waterfall to boot.
We climbed on down to set up a rappel,
The water was rushing the descent was hell.

And it’s no, nay, never,
(TEST THE PULL DOWN!)
No nay never, no more.
Will I be a canyoner?
No never, no more.

I threw the ropes with my canyoning friend,
But we forgot to tie knots in the end.
I abseiled down fell off the end of the rope,
Straight into deep water thanks be to God.

And it’s no, nay, never,
(END KNOT YOUR ROPE!)
No nay never, no more.
Will I be a canyoner?
No never, no more.

The day had been long night was starting to fall,
when we came to the top of a big waterfall,
There was no way back too rough to go on,
so we set up camp and awaited the sun

And it’s no, nay, never,
(CALL IN THE CHOPPER!)
No nay never, no more.
Will I be a canyoner?
No never, no more.

By Brendan, Katie & Phil

The Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many's the year
I've spent all me 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,
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 customer as you I can have any day

And it's No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best
And the words that you told me were only in jest"

And it's No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

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

And it's No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

Irish Folk Song

Around the Boree Log

Oh, stick me in the old caboose this night of wind and rain,
And let the doves of fancy loose to bill and coo again.
I want to feel the pulse of love that warmed the blood like wine;
I want to see the smile above this kind old land of mine.

So come you by your parted ways that wind the wide world through,
And make a ring around the blaze the way we used to do;
The "fountain" on the sooted crane will sing the old, old song
Of common joys in homely vein forgotten, ah, too long.

The years have turned the rusted key, and time is on the jog,
Yet spend another night with me around the boree log.

Now someone driving through the rain will happen in, I bet;
So fill the fountain up again, and leave the table set.
For this was ours with pride to say - and all the world defy -
No stranger ever turned away, no neighbour passed us by.

Bedad, he'll have to stay the night; the rain is going to pour -
So make the rattling windows tight, and close the kitchen door,
And bring the old lopsided chair, the tattered cushion, too -
We'll make the stranger happy there, the way we used to do.

The years have turned the rusted key, and time is on the jog,
Yet spend another night with me around the boree log.

He'll fill his pipe, and good and well, and all aglow within
We'll hear the news he has to tell, the yarns he has to spin;
Yarns - yes, and super-yarns, forsooth, to set the eyes agog,
And freeze the blood of trusting youth around the boree log.

Then stir it up and make it burn; the poker's next to you;
Come, let us poke it all in turn, the way we used to do.
There's many a memory bright and fair will tingle at a name -
But leave unstirred the embers there we cannot fan to flame.

The years have turned the rusted key, and time is on the jog;
Still, spend this fleeting night with me around the boree log.

By John O'Brien

Boree (sometimes accented on the last syllable) is the aboriginal name for the Weeping Myall - the best firewood in Australia except Gidgee.

Jugs!

To the tune of Bricks!

1 jug 2 jugs 3 jugs 4 jugs
Going up the rope with jugs, jugs!
Gotta jug the rope to get outside, going up the rope with jugs
5 jugs 6 jugs 7 jugs 8 jugs
Going up the rope with jugs, jugs!
Gotta jug the rope to get outside, going up the rope with jugs.

Here comes Liam, can ya see'em
He knows what to do!
When he jugs up the rope, he jugs up 2 by 2

2 jugs 4 jugs 6 jugs 8 jugs
Going up the rope with jugs, jugs!
Gotta jug the rope to get outside, going up the rope with jugs.
10 jugs 12 jugs 14 jugs 16 jugs
Going up the rope with jugs, jugs!
Gotta jug the rope to get outside, going up the rope with jugs.

Here comes Emily, kinda smellily
Her bottle full of piss!
When she goes up the rope every third she miss

1 jug 2 jugs 4 jugs 5 jugs
Going up the rope with jugs, jugs!
Gotta jug the rope to get outside, going up the rope with jugs
7 jugs 8 jugs 10 jugs 11 jugs
Going up the rope with jugs, jugs!
Gotta jug the rope to get outside, going up the rope with jugs

There goes Jonah, prussik user
Jumars he not care
When he jugs up the rope he jugs up by the square

1 jug 4 jugs 9 jugs 16 jugs
Going up the rope with jugs, jugs!
Gotta jug the rope to get outside, going up the rope with jugs
25 jugs 36 jugs 49 jugs 64 jugs
Going up the rope with jugs, jugs!,
Gotta jug the rope to get outside, going up the rope with jugs

Up comes Amelia, ascenders familiar
She takes prussiks too
For when she goes up the rope she goes in powers of 2

2 jugs 4 jugs 8 jugs 16 jugs
Going up the rope with jugs, jugs!
Gotta jug the rope to get outside, going up the rope with jugs
32 jugs 64 jugs 128 jugs 256 jugs,
Going up the rope with jugs, jugs!
Gotta jug the rope to get outside, going up the rope with jugs

Here comes Gabe, with a scrape
Banging on his knee
When he jugs up the rope he jugs in Fibonacci

1 jug 1 jug 2 jugs 3 jugs
Going up the rope with jugs, jugs!
Gotta jug the rope to get outside, going up the rope with jugs
5 jugs 8 jugs 13 jugs 21 jugs
Going up the rope with jugs, jugs!
Gotta jug the rope to get outside, going up the rope with jugs

Last comes Daniel, gripping Jumar handle
Past the rebelay
When he goes up the rope he cannot count no nay

Jugs jugs jugs jugs jugs jugs jugs jugs
Going up the rope with jugs, jugs!
Gotta jug the rope to get outside, going up the rope with jugs
Jugs jugs jugs jugs jugs jugs jugs jugs
Going up the rope with jugs, jugs!
Gotta jug the rope to get outside, going up the rope with jugs!

By Daniel, bored while ascending out of Argyle Hole