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The House Carpenter
05:29
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Well met, well met, my own true love.
Well met well met cried he.
I've just returned from the salt salt sea,
And it's all for the love of thee.
I could have married a a king's daughter there
She would have married me.
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold
And it's all for the love of thee.
Now will you forsake your house carpenter
And come along with me?
I'll take you where the grass grows green
On the banks of the salt, salt sea.
Six ships, six ships all out at sea,
Seven more upon dry land;
One hundred and ten - all brave sailor men,
Will be at your command.
So she put on her rich attire,
So glorious to behold
And he's cast his glamour over her
And she shone just like glittering gold.
They had not sailed a league, a league
And I'm sure it was not three
When she espied his cloven foot
And she wept most bitterly.
No why do you weep my own true love,
Do you weep for your golden store?
Or are you weeping for the house carpenter
That you'll never see anymore?
What hills, what hills are those my love,
Hills so fair and high?
Those are the hills of Heaven my love
And they're not for you nor I.
What hills, what hills are those my love,
Hills so dark and low?
Those are the hills of Hell my love
Where you and I must go.
And he's taken the foremast all in his hand
And the main mast by his knee;
He broke the ship into two clean halves
And it sank to the bottom of the sea.
Donal Rogers Vocals/Guitars
Jean Kelly Electric Harp
Eliza Marshal Flutes/Whistles
Tad Sargent Bodhran/Bouzouki
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It was on one fine March morning, I bid New Orleans Adieu
And I took the road to Jackson Town, my fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain
Which filled my heart with longing for the Lakes of Ponchartrain
I stepped on board a railroad car beneath the morning sun
And I rode the rods till evening time I laid me down again
All strangers there no friends to me 'til a dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with the Creole Girl, by the Lakes of Ponchartrain
I said my pretty Creole Girl, my money here's no good
If it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out in the wood
You're welcome here kind stranger, our house is very plain
But we’d never turn a stranger out by the Lakes of Ponchartrain
She took me to her mammy's house and treated me right well
The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell
To try to paint here beauty, would surely be in vain
So handsome was my Creole girl by the Lakes of Ponchartrain
I asked her if she'd marry me, she said that could never be
For she had got a lover and he was far at sea
She said that she would wait for him and true she would remain
Till he'd return to his Creole girl, on the Lakes of Ponchartrain
It's fare thee well, me Creole girl, I'll never see you more
I'll never forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering, a flowing bowl I'll drain
And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl, by the Lakes of Ponchartrain
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If I had wings like Noah's dove
I'd fly up the river to the one I love
Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well
I've got a man, he's long and tall
Moves his body like a cannon ball
Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well
One of these days and it won't be long
Call my name and I'll be gone
Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well
I remember one night, a drizzling rain
Round my heart I felt a pain
Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well
If I had listened to what my mama said
I'd be at home in my mama's bed
Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well
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High Germany
03:30
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Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun
We must go a-marching to the beating of the drum
Dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
I'll take you to the war, my love, in High Germany
Oh Willie love, oh Willie, come list what I do say
My feet they are so tender I cannot march away
And besides my dearest Willie I am with child by thee
Not fitted for the war, my love, in High Germany
I'll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride
And all my delight shall be in riding by your side
We'll stop at every ale-house and drink when we are dry
We'll be true to one another, get married by and by
Cursed be them cruel wars that ever they should rise
And out of merry England press many a man likewise
They pressed my true love from me likewise my brothers three
And sent them to the war, my love, in High Germany
My friends I do not value nor my foes I do not fear
Now my love has left me I wander far and near
And when my baby it is born and a-smiling on my knee
I'll think of lovely Willie in High Germany
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Fear a' Bhàta
03:31
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Fhir a’ bhàta sna hò ro èile,
Mo shoraidh slàn leat 's gach àit' an tèid thu
Translation
Oh Boatman - a fond farewell wherever you go.
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As I went out one May morning,
To take a pleasant walk,
I sat myself down by an old stone wall,
Just to hear two lovers talk
To hear two lovers talk my love,
To hear what they might say,
That I might know some more about love before I go away
"P" stands for paddy I suppose,
"J" for my love John,
"W" stands for false Willy-o,
but Johnny is the fairest man
Johnny is the fairest man she said,
Johnny is the fairest man,
I don't care what anybody says, Johnny is the fairest man
Oh come sit you down beside me he says
Gather on this green
For it’s been three quarts of a year or more
since together we have been
I’ll not sit down beside you she says
Now nor another time
For I hear you have another girl
And Your hearts no longer mine
Your hearts no longer mine she said,
Your hearts no longer mine!
I don't care what anyone says for your hearts no longer mine.
"P" stands for paddy I suppose,
"J" for my love John,
"W" stands for false Willy-o,
but Johnny is the fairest man
Johnny is the fairest man she said,
Johnny is the fairest man,
I don't care what anybody says, Johnny is the fairest man
I will walk the tall tall trees
Rob the wild birds nest
When I come down I’ll show some love
To the girl I love the best
To the girl I love the best my dear
The girl I love the best
When I come down I’ll show some love
To the girl I love best
"P" stands for paddy I suppose,
"J" for my love John,
"W" stands for false Willy-o,
but Johnny is the fairest man
Johnny is the fairest man she said,
Johnny is the fairest man,
I don't care what anyone says, Johnny is the fairest man
"P" stands for paddy I suppose,
"J" for my love John,
Now I know some more about love before I carry on.
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In The Pines
03:38
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In The Pines
Black girl, black girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines where the sun never shines
I shivered the whole night through
My love he was a railroad man
Killed a mile and a half from here
His head was found in a driver's wheel
His body have never been found
Black girl, black girl, where will you go?
I'll go where the cold wind moan
In the pines, in the pines where the sun never shines
I shiver the whole night through
The longest train I ever saw
Was a hundred holters long
And the only boy I ever loved
Is on that train and gone
Black girl, black girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines where the sun never shines
And I shiver the whole night through
In the pines, in the pines
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8. |
Barbara Allen
04:46
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Barbara Allen
Twas in the merry month of May,
When green buds all were swellin',
Sweet William on his death bed lay,
For the love of Barbara Allen.
He sent his servant to the town,
To the place where she was dwellin',
Sayin', "You must come to my master dear,
If your name be Barb'ry Allen.
So, slowly slowly she got up,
And slowly she drew nigh him,
And the only words to him did say,
"Young man I think you're dyin'."
He turned his face unto the wall,
And death was in him wellin',
"Goodbye, goodbye to my friends all,
Be good to Barb'ry Allen."
When he was dead and laid in grave,
She heard the death bells knellin',
And every stroke to her did say:
"Hard-hearted Barb'ry Allen."
"Oh mother mother, go dig my grave,
Make it both long and narrow,
Sweet William died of love for me,
And I will die of sorrow."
"And father father, go dig my grave,
Make it both long and narrow,
Sweet William died on yesterday,
And I will die tomorrow."
Barb'ry Allen was buried in the old church yard,
Sweet William was buried beside her;
Out of William's heart, there grew a rose,
Out of Barb'ry Allen's a briar.
They grew and grew in the old church yard,
'Till they could grow no higher;
At the end they formed a true lovers knot,
And the rose grew 'round the briar.
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My Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
My Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune!
As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will luve thee still my dear,
When the sands of life shall run.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will luve thee still my dear,
While sands of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand
Were ten thousand miles
Tho' it were ten thousand miles
I will come again , my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand miles
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Pretty Saro
03:17
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Pretty Saro
Down in some lone valley, in some lonesome place
Where the wild birds do whistle and their notes do increase
Farewell pretty Saro, I’ll bid you adieu
And I’ll dream of my Saro where ever I go
My love, she won’t have me, I do understand
She wants a freeholder and I have no land
I cannot maintain her with silver and gold
Nor buy all the fine things that a big house can hold
If I were a poet I'd write some fine hand
This night to my love's window I would draw nigh,
In her lily-white arms all night I would lay
And watch the little windows till the dawning of day.
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The Snow it Melts The Soonest
O, the snow it melts the soonest when the wind begin to sing;
And the corn it ripens fastest when the frosts are setting in;
And when a woman tells me that my face she'll soon forget,
Before we part, I wage a crown, she's fain to follow't yet.
The snow it melts the soonest when the wind begins to sing;
And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is spring;
But when spring goes, and winter blows, my lass, an ye'll be fain,
For all your pride, to follow me, were't cross the stormy main.
O, the snow it melts the soonest when the wind begins to sing;
Oh The bee that flew when summer shined, in winter cannot sting;
I've seen a woman's anger melt between the night and morn,
And it's surely not a harder thing to tame a woman's scorn.
O, never say me farewell here - no farewell I'll receive,
For you shall set me to the stile and kiss and take your leave;
But I'll stay here till the woodcock comes,
and the martlet takes his wing,
Since the snow it melts the soonest lass,
when the wind begins to sing.
1st verse repeat
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The Parting Glass
Of all the money that e'er I spent,
I've spent it in good company.
And all the harm that ever I did,
Alas it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I cannot recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Goodnight and joy be with you all
If I had money enough to spend,
And leisure for to sit awhile,
There is a fair maid in this town,
That sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips,
I own she has my heart in thrall,
So fill to me the parting glass,
Goodnight and joy be with you all.
Oh all the comrades that ever I had,
They're sorry for my going away,
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had,
They would wish me one more day to stay,
But since it falls unto my lot,
That I should rise and you should not,
I gently rise and softly call,
Good night and joy be with you all,
Good night and joy be with you all.
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Ranagri London, UK
Ranagri
Anglo Irish 4 piece alt folk. Dónal Rogers. Eliza Marshall, Eleanor Dunsdon, Jordan Murray.. inc flutes, whistles, harp, piano, bodhrán, dulcimer,guitars & bouzouki.
www.ranagri.com
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