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!<\/p>\n
Song List:<\/strong><\/p>\n Ice screw, O, ice screw Ice screw, ohh, ice screw Ice screw, Oh, ice screw Ice screw, O, ice screw! Ice screw, oh, ice screw Ice screw, o, ice screw Ice screw, Oooh, ice screw ICE SCREW OOOH ICE SCREW! And as I climbed I lost my friends By Sean Villaneuva O'Driscoll (To the air of Land Down Under)<\/em><\/p>\n Dirtbagging, livin' hand to mouth And he said: Buyin donuts from a woman in Berry, And she said We got to the crag, could hear Thor\u2019s hammer, We go to Point Perpendicular, I pulled a block I fell pell-mell We go to Point Perpendicular, By Brendan, Rene, Niels & Vicky<\/em><\/p>\n (To the air of The Wild Rover)<\/em><\/p>\n I\u2019ve been a rock climber for many a year, And it\u2019s no, nay, never, I went to a crag I used to frequent, And it\u2019s no, nay, never, So I took a big friend from my climbing rack, And it\u2019s no, nay, never, Now as I lie here with my broken leg, And it\u2019s no, nay, never, By UCD Mountaineering Club<\/em><\/p>\n (To the air of The Wild Rover)<\/em><\/p>\n I've been a canyoner for many a year, And it\u2019s no, nay, never, We went to a canyon I'd ne'er before met, And it\u2019s no, nay, never, So there we were with no wetsuits, And it\u2019s no, nay, never, I threw the ropes with my canyoning friend, And it\u2019s no, nay, never, The day had been long night was starting to fall, And it\u2019s no, nay, never, By Brendan, Katie & Phil<\/em><\/p>\n I've been a wild rover for many's the year And it's No, Nay, never, I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent And it's No, Nay, never, I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright And it's No, Nay, never, I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done And it's No, Nay, never, Irish Folk Song<\/em><\/p>\n Oh, stick me in the old caboose this night of wind and rain, So come you by your parted ways that wind the wide world through, The years have turned the rusted key, and time is on the jog, Now someone driving through the rain will happen in, I bet; Bedad, he'll have to stay the night; the rain is going to pour - The years have turned the rusted key, and time is on the jog, He'll fill his pipe, and good and well, and all aglow within Then stir it up and make it burn; the poker's next to you; The years have turned the rusted key, and time is on the jog; By John O'Brien<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n\n
<\/span><\/a>Ode to the Ice Screw<\/span><\/h4>\n
\nHow my pumped arms long for you
\nI twist your teeth deep in the freeze
\nStrain relieved from my trembling knees
\nThat shiny shaft of steel
\nMy saviour of silver hue<\/p>\n
\nYou protect my nerves, big falls bad news
\nThin ice, fat ice, with all sizes I choose
\nThe screw that suits the ice I use<\/p>\n
\nSo far below, power now reduced
\nThe rope is run, the pitch is done
\nI screw one screw
\nBut in view of my partner's safety due
\nI screw two<\/p>\n
\nRedundancy full, an anchor so brute,
\nNow my partner approaches the crux of the route
\nIce cracks, he plunges, but the ice screws hold true.<\/p>\n
\nYour trust is proven, I believe in you
\nI haul my second over steep icy lip
\nSolely reliant your threads do not rip<\/p>\n
\nYour value is worth the price I paid for you
\nOur lives hang through you
\nA silver tube in ice so blue
\nThat cam nor hex nor nut nor snarg nor piton hold Strong like you do<\/p>\n
\nThough I bail this route I must not lose you
\nWith longest screw I insert two tubes
\nThat join as one, for a v-thread costs few<\/p>\n
\nTO CLIMB GIANT FACES ON ALPINE PEAKS HUGE
\nI SIMPLY CANNOT ASCEND WITHOUT MY TOOLS!
\nTHE SIMPLE, HUMBLE, FAITHFUL ICE SCREW...<\/p>\n<\/h4>\n
<\/span><\/a>Lost my Friends<\/span><\/h4>\n
\nand my nuts were way too small.
\nI had to run it out until a piece,
\nit was luck that I didn't fall<\/p>\n
\nSung at the end of Vertical Sailing Ep 2<\/em><\/p>\n<\/span><\/a>Point Perpendicular<\/span><\/h4>\n
\nOn the highway going down south
\nWe met Frek he was from Hollandia
\nHe was a freak he'd well outclimb ya!<\/p>\n
\nYou go to Point Perpendicular?
\nWhere women crush and men plunge-ah.
\nYou rap in the waves crash under ya,
\nYou better jam better love that exposure<\/p>\n
\nShe was 4 foot 5 yet very scary.
\nI asked is there any sport down the track?
\nShe just frowned and gave me a trad rack<\/p>\n
\nYou go to Point Perpendicular
\nWhere women crush and men plunge-ah.
\nYou rap in the waves crash under ya,
\nYou better jam better love that exposure<\/p>\n
\nSo why\u2019d we then go to Windjammer?
\nThe heavens opened, the waves were crashing
\nI started the crack, hands, feet jamming<\/p>\n
\nWhere women crush and men plunge-ah.
\nYou rap in the waves crash under ya,
\nYou better jam better love that exposure<\/p>\n
\nIt missed my belayer grazed her helmet.
\nWe topped out called it a day,
\nDecided to go swimming at honeymoon bay<\/p>\n
\nWhere women crush and men plunge-ah.
\nYou rap in, the waves crash under ya,
\nYou better jam, better love that exposure<\/p>\n<\/span><\/a>The Rock Climber<\/span><\/h4>\n
\nand I\u2019ve spent all me money on rock climbing gear.
\nNow I\u2019m coming home cause I\u2019ve got rope burn,
\nand I swear I\u2019ll be a rock climber no more.<\/p>\n
\n(COIL UP YOUR ROPES!)
\nNo nay never, no more.
\nWill I be a rock climber?
\nNo never, no more.<\/p>\n
\nI told my belayer my energy was spent.
\nI asked could he lead it he answered me 'nay!'
\nsaid 'you are the rock climber I only belay.'<\/p>\n
\n(JANGLE YOUR NUTS!)
\nNo nay never, no more.
\nWill I be a rock climber?
\nNo never, no more.<\/p>\n
\nI said I\u2019d stick it in the off width crack.
\nI climbed on up but I started to peel,
\nthe hard ground beneath me was all I could feel.<\/p>\n
\n(PLAY WITH YOUR FRIENDS!)
\nNo nay never, no more.
\nWill I be a rock climber?
\nNo never, no more.<\/p>\n
\nI know I should have banged in a peg.
\nAnd all I can do now is talk on and on,
\nabout the day I climbed the Grepon<\/p>\n
\n(FINGER THAT CRACK!)
\nNo nay never, no more.
\nWill i be a rock climber?
\nNo never, no more.<\/p>\n<\/span><\/a>The Canyoner<\/span><\/h4>\n
\nAnd I've spent all me money on canyoning gear.
\nI want to go home cause I'm freezing cold,
\nAnd I swear I'll be a canyoner no more<\/p>\n
\n(COIL UP YOUR ROPES!)
\nNo nay never, no more.
\nWill I be a canyoner?
\nNo never, no more.<\/p>\n
\nWe were told it was dry but by God it was wet.
\nI asked could we leave it but my friend he said nay,
\nSaid 'you are the canyoner we'll go anyway'<\/p>\n
\n(GO ON AND JUMP!)
\nNo nay never, no more.
\nWill I be a canyoner?
\nNo never, no more.<\/p>\n
\nThere were swims and some jumps and a waterfall to boot.
\nWe climbed on down to set up a rappel,
\nThe water was rushing the descent was hell.<\/p>\n
\n(TEST THE PULL DOWN!)
\nNo nay never, no more.
\nWill I be a canyoner?
\nNo never, no more.<\/p>\n
\nBut we forgot to tie knots in the end.
\nI abseiled down fell off the end of the rope,
\nStraight into deep water thanks be to God.<\/p>\n
\n(END KNOT YOUR ROPE!)
\nNo nay never, no more.
\nWill I be a canyoner?
\nNo never, no more.<\/p>\n
\nwhen we came to the top of a big waterfall,
\nThere was no way back too rough to go on,
\nso we set up camp and awaited the sun<\/p>\n
\n(CALL IN THE CHOPPER!)
\nNo nay never, no more.
\nWill I be a canyoner?
\nNo never, no more.<\/p>\n<\/span><\/a>The Wild Rover<\/span><\/h4>\n
\nI've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
\nBut now I'm returning with gold in great store
\nAnd I never will play the wild rover no more<\/p>\n
\nNo, nay never no more
\nWill I play the wild rover,
\nNo never no more<\/p>\n
\nAnd I told the landlady me money was spent
\nI asked her for credit, she answered me nay
\nSuch a customer as you I can have any day<\/p>\n
\nNo, nay never no more
\nWill I play the wild rover,
\nNo never no more<\/p>\n
\nAnd the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
\nShe says \"I have whiskeys and wines of the best
\nAnd the words that you told me were only in jest\"<\/p>\n
\nNo, nay never no more
\nWill I play the wild rover,
\nNo never no more<\/p>\n
\nAnd I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
\nAnd, when they've caressed me as oft times before
\nI never will play the wild rover no more<\/p>\n
\nNo, nay never no more
\nWill I play the wild rover,
\nNo never no more<\/p>\n<\/span><\/a>Around the Boree Log<\/span><\/h4>\n
\nAnd let the doves of fancy loose to bill and coo again.
\nI want to feel the pulse of love that warmed the blood like wine;
\nI want to see the smile above this kind old land of mine.<\/p>\n
\nAnd make a ring around the blaze the way we used to do;
\nThe \"fountain\" on the sooted crane will sing the old, old song
\nOf common joys in homely vein forgotten, ah, too long.<\/p>\n
\nYet spend another night with me around the boree log.<\/i><\/p>\n
\nSo fill the fountain up again, and leave the table set.
\nFor this was ours with pride to say - and all the world defy -
\nNo stranger ever turned away, no neighbour passed us by.<\/p>\n
\nSo make the rattling windows tight, and close the kitchen door,
\nAnd bring the old lopsided chair, the tattered cushion, too -
\nWe'll make the stranger happy there, the way we used to do.<\/p>\n
\nYet spend another night with me around the boree log.<\/i><\/p>\n
\nWe'll hear the news he has to tell, the yarns he has to spin;
\nYarns - yes, and super-yarns, forsooth, to set the eyes agog,
\nAnd freeze the blood of trusting youth around the boree log.<\/p>\n
\nCome, let us poke it all in turn, the way we used to do.
\nThere's many a memory bright and fair will tingle at a name -
\nBut leave unstirred the embers there we cannot fan to flame.<\/p>\n
\nStill, spend this fleeting night with me around the boree log.<\/i><\/p>\n