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The Wife of Usher's Well
06:07
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There lived a wife at Usher's Well
And a wealthy wife was she
She had three stout and stalwart sons
And she sent them over the sea
They hadn’t been not a week from her
A week but barely one
When word came out to the carline wife
That her three sons were gone.
They had not been a week from her
A week but barely three
When word came to the carline wife
That her sons she'd never see.
I wish the wind may never cease
Nor fishes in the flood,
Till my three sons come home to me
In earthly flesh and blood
It fell about the Martinmas
When nights are long and mirk
The carline wife's three sons came home
And their hats were on the birch
It neither grew in syke nor ditch
Nor yet in any sheugh;
But at the gates of Paradise
That birk grew fair enough
“Blow up the fire, my maidens fair,
Bring water from the well
For all at my house shall feast this night
Since my three sons are well.”
Make them a bed, make them a bed
We’ll made it large and wide
She's taken all her mantle about,
And she sat down down by their side
Up crew the rooster, The red rooster
And up then crew the gray
The eldest to the youngest said
It’s time we were away.”
The cock he had not craw'd but once
And clapp'd his wings at her
The youngest to the eldest said
“Brother, we must away.
The cock doth craw, the day doth dawn
The channerin worm doth chide
If we be missed or out of plac
A sore pain we must bide
Fare ye well, mother dear
Fare well to barn and byre!
And fare ye well, you bonny lass
That kindles my mother's fire
Fare thee well
Fare thee well
Fare thee well
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Lowlands of Holland
05:22
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On the night that I was married and upon my marriage bed
There came a bowsie captain there stood at my bedhead
Crying, “Up - rise up, young wedded man, and come along with me
To the lowlands of Holland, to fight your enemy.”
Oh I held my love all in my arms, thinking he might stay
But the captain gave out the order, & he was marched away.
Crying, “Many a blithe young married man this night must go with me
To the lowlands of Holland, to fight the enemy.”
New Holland is a wondrous place and in it grows much green
It’s a wild inhabita-tion for - my love to be in
Where the grasses grow and the warm winds blow
And there's fruit on every tree
But the lowlands of Holland parted me love and me
No shoe no stocking I'll put on no comb go through my hair
Nor shall no coal nor candlelight shine in my bower fair
Nor will I lie with another man until the day I die
For the lowlands of Holland
The lowlands of Holland
The lowlands of Holland have parted my love and I
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The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
Mean home sweet home to me
The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
Are what I long to see
I've been a wanderer all of my life
Any many a sight I've seen
God speed the day when l'm on my way
To my home in Aberdeen
When I was a lad, a tiny wee lad
My mother said to me
Come see the Northern Lights my boy
They're bright as they can be
She called them the heavenly dancers
Merry dancers in the sky
I'll never forget, that wonderful sight
They made the heavens bright
The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
Mean home sweet home to me
The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
Are what I long to see
I've been a wanderer all of my life
Any many a sight I've seen
God speed the day when l'm on my way
To my home in Aberdeen
I've wandered in many far-off lands
And travelled many a mile
I've missed the folk I cherished most
The joy of a friendly smile
It warms up the heart of a wand'rer
The clasp of a welcoming hand
To greet me when, I return
Home to my native land
The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
Mean home sweet home to me
The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
Are what I long to see
I've been a wanderer all of my life
Any many a sight I've seen
God speed the day when l'm on my way
To my home in Aberdeen
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The Dark Eyed Sailor
04:09
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It was a comely young lady fair
Was walking out for to take the air
And she met a sailor upon her way,
So I paid attention & I stood to listen,
To hear what they might say.
Lady why do you walk alone?
Oh the night is coming and the days near gone.
She turned and tears from her eyes did fall
It’s my dark-eyed sailor, it’s my dark-eyed sailor,
That’s causing my downfall.
Seven long years since he left this land.
He cut a gold ring from off his hand
Half of the ring is still here with me
But the other lies rollin
Oh the other lies rollin' at the bottom of the sea
He says well drive him out of your mind
Another young man you will surely find
She turned away and then she did cry
For my dark eyed sailor a maid I live or die
Then half of the ring did young William show
She was distracted in joy and woe
Oh' "William, William, I have gold in store
For my dark-eyed sailor
For my dark-eyed sailor so handsome true and bold"
And in a village down by the sea
They joined in wedlock and do agree
Young hearts be true when your love is away
For a cloudy morning
For a cloudy morning brings in a sunny day.
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5. |
Follow Me Up To Carlow
02:59
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Lift MacCahir Óg your face
Brooding over the old disgrace
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place,
And drove you to the Fern
Grey said victory was sure
Soon the firebrand he'd secure;
Until he met at Glenmalure
With Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne.
[CHORUS]
Curse and swear Lord Kildare
Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
Now FitzWilliam, have a care
Fallen is your star, low
Up with halbert out with sword
On we'll go for by the Lord
Fiach MacHugh has given the word,
Follow me up to Carlow.
See the swords of Glen Imaal,
Flashing over the English Pale
See all the children of the Gael,
Beneath O'Byrne's banners
Rooster of a fighting stock,
Would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock?
Fly up and teach him manners!
[CHORUS]
From Tassagart to Clonmore,
There flows a stream of Saxon gore
O, great is Rory Óg O'More,
At sending the loons to Hades.
White is sick, Grey is fled,
Now for black FitzWilliam's head
We'll send it over dripping red,
To Liza and her ladies.
[CHORUS]
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6. |
The Unquiet Grave
08:40
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The Wind doth blow today my love,
A few small drops of rain.
Never have I had but one true love,
In cold clay she is lain.
I'll do as much for my true love,
As any young man may.
I'll sit and mourn all on her grave,
A twelve month and a day.
The twelve month and the day been gone,
A voice spoke from the deep.
"Who is it sits all on my grave.
And will not let me sleep?"
'Tis I 'Tis I thine own true love,
Who site upon your grave,
For I crave one kiss from your sweet lips,
And that is all I seek.
"You crave one kiss from my clay cold lips,
But my breath is earthy strong.
Had you one kiss from my clay cold lips,
You're time would not be long"
My time be long, my time be short,
Tomorrow or today,
May God in heaven have all my soul
But I'll kiss your lips of clay.
See down in yonder garden green.
Love where we used to walk.
The sweetest flower that ever grew.
Is withered to the stalk.
The stalk is withered dry my love,
So will our hearts decay.
So make yourself content my love,
'Til death calls you away
'Til death calls you away
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7. |
Polly On The Shore
03:43
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Come all you wild young men
A warning take by me,
Never lead your single life astray
Into no bad company.
As I myself have done,
Oh in the merry month of May,
I was pressed by the sea-captain
On board a man-o-war I was away
Set sail for the ocean wide
And a bonny bonny flag we will fly.
Let every man stand true to his gun
And the Lord take who must die.
Well our captain was wounded sore
And so were the rest of his men.
The main mast rigging was scattered on the deck
And we were obliged to give in.
Our decks were spattered with blood
And loudly the cannons did roar
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Thousands of times I wished myself home
Along with my Polly on the shore.
Ah she's a tall and a slender girl,
With a dark and a-rolling eye,
And here I lie bleeding on the deck
But for her sake I would die.
So farewell to my parents and friends,
Farewell dear Polly too.
I never would have crossed the salt sea so wide
If I had have been ruled by you.
I never would have crossed the salt sea so wide
If I had listened to you.
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Lowlands Away
05:27
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I dreamed a dream the other night
Lowlands, lowlands away me John
My love she came, dressed all in white
Lowlands away
I dreamed my love came in my sleep
Lowlands, lowlands away me John
Her cheeks were wet, her eyes did weep
Lowlands away
She came to me at my bedside
Lowlands, lowlands away me John
All dressed in white, like some fair bride
Lowlands away
And bravely in her bosom fair
Lowlands, lowlands away me John
Her red, red rose, my love did wear
Lowlands away
She made no sound, no word she said
Lowlands, lowlands away me John
And then i knew my love was dead
Lowlands away
Then I awoke to hear the cry
Lowlands, Lowlands away me John
Oh watch on deck
Oh watch, ahoy
Lowlands away
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9. |
Courting Is A Pleasure
04:15
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Courting is a pleasure
Between my love and I;
And it's down in yon green valley
That I'd meet her by and by
It was down in yon green valley
She is my heart's delight:
"Oh Molly, lovely Molly
I would stay till broad daylight."
Going to church last Sunday
My true love she passed me by
I knew her mind was altered
By the roving of her eye
Well I knew her mind was altered
To a lad of a high degree:
"Molly, lovely Molly
Your looks have wounded me."
Up came love Willy
With a bottle in his hand
Saying, "Drink this, lovely Molly
For our love would never stand."
Saying, "Drink this, lovely Molly
Let the bottle flask go free
Oh ten guineas I'll wager
That married we ne'er shall be."
Never marry a fair young maid
With a dark and a roving eye
Just you kiss her and you embrace her
Never tell her the reason why
Just you kiss her and you embrace her
Till you cause her heart to yield;
For a faint-hearted soldier
Will never gain the field
Farewell, Ballymonie
Likewise the sweet Bann shore
Farewell to McCusky braes
That I never will see no more
America lies far away
That land I will go see;
And may all bad luck attend the one
Who parted my love and me
Farewell Farewell
Farewell
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10. |
Bríd Óg Ní Mháille
04:05
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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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