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An Cat Dubh
01:30
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Dans En Dro
03:46
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My love said to me 'My mother won't mind
and my father won't slight you for your lack of kind'
Then she stepped away from me and this she did say
'It will not be long love, 'til our wedding day'
She stepped away from me and she moved through the fair
and fondly I watched her move here and move there
She went her way homewards with one star awake
as the swans in the evening move over the lake
The people were saying ... no two e'er were wed
but one has a sorrow that never was said
And she smiled as she passed me with her goods and her gear
and that was the last that I saw of my dear
I dreamt it last night - that my true love came in
So softly she entered her feet made no din
She came close beside me and this she did say
'It will not be long love, 'til our wedding day...'
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4. |
Foggy Banks
04:36
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On the foggy foggy banks me boys we pitch and toss about
And we blow our frozen fingers as we hear the skipper shout
Heave away upon the capstan give a hand to heave the trawl
Oh when I was but a lad at school I wouldn't stay at home
Like lots of other foolish lads I thought I'd sooner roam
Heave away upon the capstan give a hand to heave the trawl
So I went and I joined a trawler and it's then I quickly found
That it wasn't all plain sailing when you reach the trawling ground
Heave away upon the capstan give a hand to heave the trawl
You'll be hauling night and day me boys, you're nearer slaves than men
And once you get all your fishes aboard it's time to haul again
Heave away upon the capstan give a hand to heave the trawl
And when the waves are pouring around us and they're pounding against the deck
Well you'll work your bit like all of the rest if you want to save your neck
Heave away upon the capstan give a hand to heave the trawl
And the captain's name is Johnson and he works us 'til we fall
And if he sees us a-shirkin' well it's God preserve us all
Heave away upon the capstan give a hand to heave the trawl
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Willie and Mary
04:33
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As Willie and Mary met by the seaside a long farewell for to take
Said Mary to Willie 'If you go away I'm afraid my poor heart it might break'
'Oh don't be afraid dearest Mary' he said as he clasped his fond maid to his side
'In my absence don't mourn for when I return I will make you sweet Mary my bride'
Seven long years had passed and no word at last, Mary stood by her own cottage door
A beggar came by with a patch on his eye, bedraggled and ragged and torn
'Your charity fair maid bestow upon me, your fortune I'll tell you beside
The lad that you mourn will never return to make little Mary his bride'
She slipped and she started saying 'All that I have, it's freely to you I would give
If you tell me true what I ask of you - is my Willie dead or alive?'
'He's living' said he 'though in sad poverty and shipwrecked he has been beside
When he'd money untold and pockets of gold he'd have made little Mary his bride'
'Then if he is dead no other I'll wed, no other I'll have by my side
'For in riches though rolled or covered with gold he'd have made his own Mary his bride'
Then the patch on his eye the old beggar let fly, his old coat and crutches beside
And in sailor's blue clothes and with cheeks like the rose it was Willie who stood by her side
'Oh don't be afraid dearest Mary', he said, 'it was only your faith that I tried
To the church we'll away by the break of the day and I'll make you sweet Mary my bride'
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Ghostwood
04:48
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7. |
Siuil a Ruin
05:50
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I would I were on yonder hill, it's there I'd sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill ... is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel, I'll sell my only spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel ... is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin ... siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom ... is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red, and around the world I'll beg my bread
Until my parents should wish me dead ... is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain - I wish I had my heart again
And vainly think I'd not complain ... is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
And now my love has gone to France to try his fortune to advance
If he e'er comes back 'tis but a chance ... is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin ... siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom ... is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
(Go, go, go my love ... go calmly and silently
Go to the door and escape with me ... and may you go safely my darling)
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The Cruel Mother
03:59
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There was a lady lived in York - all the lee and loney
Fell in love with her father's clerk - down by the greenwood sidey-o
She loved him up, she loved him down - all the lee and loney
Loved him 'til he filled her arms - down by the greenwood sidey-o
She leant her back against an oak - all the lee and loney
First it bent and then it broke - down by the greenwood sidey-o
She leant her back against a thorn - all the lee and loney
There she had two fine babes born - down by the greenwood sidey-o
She took out her reaping knife - all the lee and loney
There she took those fine babes' lives - down by the greenwood sidey-o
She wiped the blade against her shoe - all the lee and loney
The more she rubbed, the redder it grew - down by the greenwood sidey-o
She went back to her father's hall - all the lee and loney
Saw two babes a-playing at ball - down by the greenwood sidey-o
'Oh babes oh babes if you were mine' - all the lee and loney
'I'd dress you up in scarlet fine' - down by the greenwood sidey-o
'Oh Mother Oh Mother if we were yours' - all the lee and loney
'Scarlet was our own hearts' blood' - down by the greenwood sidey-o
'Oh babes Oh babes it's Heaven for you' - all the lee and loney
'Oh Mother Oh Mother it's Hell for you' - down by the greenwood sidey-o
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9. |
Schottische Fran Havero
05:32
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10. |
The Sweetest Joy
04:32
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He sat alone upon a hill, the waves pulling at his side
He could feel the salt inside his veins and could hear the storm arrive
He closed his eyes and saw her face, so plain the others had decried
Yet he'd felt the warmth she'd held within and the beauty that lay inside
Yet their words soon blinded him, no beauty he began to believe
Oh he turned his back and he toasted them, he drank the world for all to see
No more will her palm lay upon his own, a fairer hand has clasped to his skin
'Oh where is my love' she cried in vain and from the door cried 'please let me in'
With haste she turned and chased the night, no tears to wipe with her hand
While he searched the land to find his love he fell and cried 'please help this man'
The sweetest joy the wildest woe of love Bailey once described
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure, does torment dwell and grow inside
He said it swells like the oceans flow, love drew me in as the tides draw the sea
Oh but I was foolish just like my friends - I let my eyes rule what I should feel.
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11. |
A-Souling
04:12
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Hey ho, nobody home, no meat, no bread, no money have I got
Yet shall we be merry, Hey ho, nobody home
A soul, a soul, a soulcake, please good missus a soulcake
Apple, a pear, a plum and a cherry, any good thing to make a soul merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all
God bless the master of this house and the mistress also
And all the little children that 'round your table grow
The cattle in your stable, the dog at your front door
And all that dwell within your gate I wish you ten times more
The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin
I have a little pocket to put a penny in
If you haven't got a penny an halfpenny will do
If you haven't got an halfpenny then God bless you
Go down into your cellar and see what you can find
If your barrels are not empty I hope you will be kind
Indeed I hope you will be kind with your apples and your beer
And I will come and sing no more 'til this time next year
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12. |
The Black Cat
06:00
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Lothlórien Auckland, New Zealand
Lothlórien is a Celtic music group based in Auckland, New Zealand, taking its name from the magical forest found in
Tolkien's 'Lord of the Rings'.
Lothlorien plays ethereal and haunting Celtic music, both traditional folk and contemporary songs and tunes, including some original compositions.
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