Loreena McKennitt (83,01 %)
The Wind That Shakes the Barley (66,98 %)
Released: 2010-11-12
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
9
Year (2010):
12
Decade (2010's):
109
Overall:
1162
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1.
As I Roved Out
 04:59
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2.
On a Bright May Morning
05:09
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3.
Brian Boru's March
 03:51
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4.
Down by the Sally Gardens
 05:40
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5.
The Star of County Down
03:34
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6.
The Wind That Shakes the Barley
06:01
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7.
The Death of Queen Jane
06:04
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8.
The Emigration Tunes
04:42
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9.
The Parting Glass
05:14
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Album length:
45:14
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Lyrics |
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1.
As I Roved Out
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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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2.
On a Bright May Morning
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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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3.
Brian Boru's March
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4.
Down by the Sally Gardens
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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
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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
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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
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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
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9.
The Parting Glass
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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. |