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As I Roved Out 04:59 |
Who are you, my pretty fair maid,
Who are you, me honey?
And who are you, my pretty fair maid,
And who are you, me honey?
She answered me quite modestly, I am me mother's darling
With me
Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh
And will you come to me mother's house,
When the moon is shining clearly?
And will you come to me mother's house
When the moon is shining clearly?
I'll open the door and I'll let you in
And divil 'o one will hear us
With me
Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh
So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly
So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly
She opened the door and she let me in and divil the one did hear us
With me
Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And led him to the stable
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And led him to the stable
Saying “There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse,
To eat it if he's able”
With me
Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh
Then she took me by the lily-white hand
Led me to the table
Then she took me by the lily-white hand
Led me to the table
Saying “There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy,
To drink if he is able”
With me
Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh
Then I got up and I made the bed
I made it nice and aisy
Then I got up and I made the bed
I made it nice and aisy
The I got up and I laid her down
Saying “Lassie, are you able? “
With me
Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh
And there we lay till the break of day
Divil the one did hear us
And there we lay till the break of day
And divil the one did hear us
Then I arose and put on me clothes
Saying “Lassie, I must leave you”
With me
Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh
And when will you return again
When will we get married?
And when will you return again
When will we get married?
When broken shells make Christmas bells
We might then get married
With me
Too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh |
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On a Bright May Morning 05:09 |
As I roved out on a bright May morning
To view the meadows and flowers gay
Whom should I spy but my own true lover
As she sat under yon willow tree
I took off my hat and I did salute her
I did salute her most courageously
When she turned around well the tears fell from her
Sayin' False young man, you have deluded me
A diamond ring I owned I gave you
A diamond ring to wear on your right hand
But the vows you made, love, you went and broke them
And married the lassie that had the land”
“If I'd married the lassie that had the land, my love,
It's that I'll rue till the day I die
When misfortune falls sure no man can shun it
I was blindfolded I'll ne'er deny”
Now at nights when I got to my bed of slumber
My thoughts of my true love run in my mind
When I turned around to embrace my darling
Instead of gold sure it's brass I find
And I wish the Queen would call home her army
From the West Indies, Amerikay and Spain
And every man to his wedded woman
In hopes that you and I will meet again. |
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Brian Boru's March 03:51 |
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Down by the Sally Gardens 05:40 |
It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens, with little snow-white feet.
She bid me to take life easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her I did not agree.
In a field down by the river, my love and I did stand
And upon my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me to take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs,
But I was young and foolish, and now I am full of tears.
Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me to take life easy, as the leaves blow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her I did not agree. |
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The Star of County Down 03:34 |
Banbridge Town in the County Down
One morning last July,
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there.
From Bantry Bay into Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin Town
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
That I met in the County Down
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I says, says I, to a passer-by,
“Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?
He smiled at me and he says, says he,
“That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the star of the County Down.”
From Bantry Bay into Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin Town
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
That I met in the County Down
The Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till my smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down. |
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The Wind That Shakes the Barley 06:01 |
I sat within a valley green, Sat there with my true love
My heart strove to choose between, Me old love and the new love
The old for her, the new that made, Me think on Ireland dearly
While soft the wind blew down the glade, And shook the golden barley
Twas hard the mournful words to frame, To break the ties that bound us
But harder still to bear the shame, Of foreign chains around us
And so I said, “The mountain glen, I'll seek at morning early
And join the brave united men”, While soft wind shook the barley
Twas sad I kissed away her tears, Her arms around me clinging
When to my ears that fateful shot, Came out the wildwood ringing
The bullet pierced my true love's breast, In life's young spring so barly
And there upon my breast she died, While soft wind shook the barley
I bore her to some mountain stream, And many's the summer blossom
I placed with branches soft and green, About her gore-stained bosom
I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse, Then rushed o'er vale and valley
My vengeance on the foe to wreak, While soft wind shook the barley
Twas blood for blood without remorse, I took at Oulart Hollow
I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse, Where mine full soon may follow
Around her grave I wondered drear, Noon, night and morning early
With aching heart when e'er I hear, The wind that shakes the barley |
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The Death of Queen Jane 06:04 |
Queen Jane lay in labor full nine days or more
'Til her women grew so tired, they could no longer there
They could no longer there
“Good women, good women, good women that you may be
Will you open my right side and find my baby?
And find my baby
“Oh no,” cried the women, “That's a thing that can never be
We will send for King Henry and hear what he may say
And hear what he may say”
King Henry was sent for, King Henry did come
Saying, “What does ail you my lady? Your eyes, they look so dim
Your eyes, they look so dim”
“King Henry, King Henry, will you do one thing for me?
That's to open my right side and find my baby
And find my baby”
“Oh no, cried King Henry, “That's a thing I'll never do
If I lose the flower of England, I shall lose the branch too
I shall lose the branch too”
There was fiddling, aye, and dancing on the day the babe was born
But poor Queen Jane beloved lay cold as the stone
Lay cold as the stone |
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The Emigration Tunes 04:42 |
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The Parting Glass 05:14 |
Of all the money that here I spent, I spent it in good company
And of all the harm that here I've done, alas was done to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit, to memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all.
Oh, if I had money enough to spend and leisure time to sit awhile
There's a fair young man in this town that sorely has my heart beguiled
His rosy cheeks and lovely lips, alone he has my heart in thrall
So fill to me the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all.
Of all the comrades that here I've had, they're sorry for my going away,
And of all the sweethearts that here I had, they wish me one more day to stay,
But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise and you should not,
I will gently rise and softly call. Goodnight and joy be with you all. |
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Loreena McKennitt
