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The Wind that Shakes the Barley:
I sat within the valley green, I sat there with my true love,
My sad heart strove the two between, the old love and the new love -
The old for her, the new that made me think of Ireland dearly,
While soft the wind blew down the glen
And shook the golden barley.
'Twas hard the woeful 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 next morning early
And join the bold United Men!"
While soft winds shook the barley.
While sad I kissed away her tears, my fond arms 'round her flinging,
The foeman's shot burst on our ears, from out the wildwood ringing.
A bullet pierced my true love's side in life's young spring so early,
And on my breast in blood she died
While soft winds shook the barley!
I bore her to the wildwood screen, and many a summer blossom
I placed with branches thick and green above her gore-stain'd bosom:-
I wept and kissed her pale, pale cheek, then rushed o'er vale and far lea,
My vengeance on the foe to wreak,
While soft winds shook the barley!
But blood for blood without remorse, I've ta'en at Oulart Hollow
And placed my true love's clay-cold corpse where I full soon will follow;
And 'round her grave I wander drear - noon, night, and morning early,
With breaking heart whene'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley!
With breaking heart whene’er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley…
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Black is the Colour
04:14
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Black is the Colour:
Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
His lips are like some roses fair,
He's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon he stands.
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes.
Some times I wish the day will come
That he and I shall be as one.
CHORUS: Black is the colour of my true love's hair...
I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I nar can sleep
I'll write to you, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times.
CHORUS: Black is the colour of my true love's hair...
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Paddy’s Green Shamrock Shore:
From Derry Quai we sailed away
On the 23rd of May
We were taken on board by a pleasant crew
Bound for Americay
Fresh water there we did take on
Five thousand gallons or more
In case we'd run short going to New York
Far away from the Shamrock shore
We sailed three weeks, we were all seasick
Not a man on board was free
We were all confined to our bunks
With no one to pity poor me
No mother dear, no father kind
To comfort my head went to sore
This made me think more on the lassie I left
On Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore
Well we safely sailed to the other side
In three and twenty days
We were taken as passengers by a man
And let round in six different ways
We each other’s had a parting glass
In case we might never meet more
And we drank our health to ole Ireland
And Paddy’s Green Shamrock Shore.
So fare thee well, sweet Liza, dear
And likewise to Derry town
And twice farewell to me comrades boys
Who dwell on that sainted ground
If fortune ere should favor me
Or I to have money in store
I'll come back and I'll wed the fair lassie I met
On Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore.
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He Moved Through the Faire:
My own love said to me: "My mother won't mind.
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind."
He went away from me and this he did say:
"It will not be long, Love, 'til our wedding day."
He went away from me and he moved through the faire.
And slowly they watched him move here and move there.
He went his way homeward with one star awake.
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake.
I dreamed last night that my own Love came in.
He came in so sweetly, his feet made no din.
He crept close beside me and this he did say...
It will not be long Love 'til our wedding day.
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A Stór Mo Chroí
04:01
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A Stór Mo Chroí:
A Stór Mo Chroí, when you're far away
From the home that you'll soon be leaving.
It's many a time by night and by day
That your heart will be sorely grieving.
For the stranger's land may be bright and fair
And rich in all treasures golden.
You'll pine, I know, for the long, long ago
And the love that is never olden.
A Stór Mo Chroí, in the stranger's land
There is plenty of wealth and wailing.
While gems adorn the rich and grand
There are faces with hunger, paling.
The road is weary and hard to tread
And the lights of the city blinds you.
Won't you turn, A Stór , to Erin's shore
And the love that you left behind you.
A Stór Mo Chroí, when the evening's sun
Over mountain and meadow's falling.
Won't you turn away from the throng and list
And maybe you'll hear me calling.
For the sound of a voice the is surely late
For somebody's speedy returning.
Aroon, aroon, won't you come back soon
To the one that will always love you.
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Lord Massereene + Gwerzy
04:13
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The Moorlough Shore
05:08
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The Moorlough Shore:
Your hills and dales and flowery vales
That lie near the Moorlough Shore
Your vines that blow by Borden's grove
Will I ever see you more
Where the primrose blows
And the violet grows
Where the trout and salmon play
With the line and hook, delight I took
To spend my youthful days
Last night I went to see my love
And to hear what she might say
To see if she'd take pity on me
Lest I might go away
She said, "I love that Irish lad
And he was my only joy
And ever since I saw his face
I've loved that soldier boy."
Perhaps your soldier lad is lost
Sailing over the sea of Maine
Or perhaps he is gone with some other lover
You may never see him again
Well if my Irish lad is lost
He's the one I do adore
And seven years I will wait for him
By the banks of the Moorlough Shore.
Farewell to Sinclaire's castle grand
Farewell to the foggy hill
Where the linen waves like bleach-ed silk
And the banching stream runs still
Near there I spent my youthful days
But alas they are not now mine
For cruelty has banished me
Far away from the Moorlough Shore
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My Lagan Love
04:49
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My Lagan Love:
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There blows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a love-sick lennan-shee
She has my heart in thrall
Nor life I owe nor liberty
For love is lord of all.
And often when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shieling lorn
And thru the dooring creep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She makes the bogwood fire
And sings in sweet and undertone
The songs of heart's desire
Nor life I owe nor liberty
For love is lord of all
For love is lord of all…
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As I Roved Out
03:38
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As I Roved Out:
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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Gol na mBahn sa Nar
03:45
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