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| 2. |
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| 3. |
| 2:27 | 
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On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don't ya leave me When I was a young boy I heard me father say That he'd rather see me dead and buried in the clay Sooner than be married to any runaway By the lovely sweet banks of the roses On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don't ya leave me And then I am no runaway and soon I'll let them know That I can take a bottle or can leave it alone And if her daddy doesn't like it he can keep his daughter at home And young Johnny will go rovin' with some other On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don't ya leave me And when I get married t'will be in the month of May When the leaves they are green and the meadows they are gay And me and me true love we'll sit and sport and play By the lovely sweet banks of the roses On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don't ya leave me |
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| 3:28 |
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| 5. |
| 7:24 |
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| 5:01 |
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| 2:30 |
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| 8. |
| 3:51 |
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| 9. |
| 4:44 |
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| 10. |
| 1:17 |
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| 11. |
| 3:54 |
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| 12. |
| 3:27 |
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In a neat little town they called Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound And many an hour sweet happiness Have I spent in that neat little town As sad misfortune came over me Which caused me to stray from the land Far away from me friends and relations betrayed by the black velvet band Her eyes they shown like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land And her hair, it hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band I took a stroll down broadway Meaning not long for to stay When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid come a-traipsing along the highway She was both fair and handsome Her neck, it was just like a swan And her hair, it hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band Her eyes they shown like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land And her hair, it hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid And a gentleman passing us by Well, I knew she meant the doing of him By the look in her roguish black eye A gold watch she took from his pocket And placed it right into my hand And the very first thing that I said, was Bad 'cess to the black velvet band Her eyes they shown like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land And her hair, it hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band Before the judge and the jury Next morning, I had to appear The judge, he says to me: "Young man, you're case it is proven clear We'll give you seven years penal servitude To be spent far away from the land Far away from your friends and relations Betrayed by the black velvet band" Her eyes they shown like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land And her hair, it hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band So come all you jolly young fellows A warning take by me When you are out on the town, me lads Beware of the pretty colleens They'll feed you with strong drink, me lads 'Til you are unable to stand And the very first thing that you'll know is You've landed in Van Diemens Land Her eyes they shown like diamonds Her neck, it was just like a swan And her hair, it hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band |
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| 8:06 |
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In my memory I will always see
the town that I have loved so well Where our school played ball by the gasyard wall and we laughed through the smoke and the smell Going home in the rain, running up the dark lane past the jail and down behind the fountain Those were happy days in so many, many ways in the town I loved so well In the early morning the shirt factory horn called women from Creggan, the Moor and the Bog While the men on the dole played a mother's role, fed the children and then trained the dogs And when times got tough there was just about enough But they saw it through without complaining For deep inside was a burning pride in the town I loved so well There was music there in the Derry air like a language that we all could understand I remember the day when I earned my first pay And I played in a small pick-up band There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth I was sad to leave it all behind me For I learned about life and I'd found a wife in the town I loved so well But when I returned how my eyes have burned to see how a town could be brought to its knees By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars and the gas that hangs on to every tree Now the army's installed by that old gasyard wall and the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher With their tanks and their guns, oh my God, what have they done to the town I loved so well Now the music's gone but they carry on For their spirit's been bruised, never broken They will not forget but their hearts are set on tomorrow and peace once again For what's done is done and what's won is won and what's lost is lost and gone forever I can only pray for a bright, brand new day in the town I loved so well |
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| 4:33 |
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| 4:27 |
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| 1. |
| 4:12 |
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| 2. |
| 2:06 |
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| 3. |
| 2:21 |
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| 4. |
| 3:06 |
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Ta Peig agom, ta Cait agom, ach Peig an bean is fearr
'Cbe faer Gheabhfas i nach air a bhfeas anttadh O ghuairm i 's guairim i go deo Si gra mo chroi mo bhurnin i si Peigin Leitirmor Ta iscaraigh na h'iarrthartha in greim an Ghotan mhoie Agus scriothim aisteach is gheobhfam leath-bhod sheoil O ghuairm i 's guairim i go deo Si gra mo chroi mo bhurnin i si Peigin Leitirmor Ta iascaraigh na Gaillimhe ag theacht anall le choir Is solas geallaigh gilte bi go ligadis a shaoil O ghuairm i 's guairim i go deo Si gra mo chroi mo bhurnin i si Peigin Leitirmor Eirigh suas a Pheggy agus sheas ar bharr an ard Choirigh do chuid buillan agus feach an bhfuil siad ann O ghuairm i 's guairim i go deo Si gra mo chroi mo bhurnin i si Peigin Leitirmor O ghuairm i 's guairim i go deo Si gra mo chroi mo bhurnin i si Peigin Leitirmor |
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| 4:50 |
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| 6. |
| 8:14 |
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| 7. |
| 2:16 |
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| 8. |
| 4:58 |
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As down the glen came McAlpine's men
With their shovels slung behind them 'Twas in the pub they drank the sub And up in the spike you'll find them They sweated blood and they washed down mud With pints and quarts of beer And now we're on the road again With McAlpine's fusiliers I stripped to the skin with Darky Flynn Way down upon the Isle of Grain With the Horseface Toole then I knew the rule No money if you stop for rain McAlpine's God was a well filled hod Your shoulders cut to bits and seared And woe to he who to looks for tea With McAlpine's fusiliers I remember the day that the Bear O'Shea Fell into a concrete stairs What the Horseface said, when he saw him dead Well, it wasn't what the rich call prayers [Incomprehensible] navvy short was the one retort That reached unto my ears When the going is rough, well you must be tough With McAlpine's fusiliers I've worked till the sweat [Incomprehensible] had me bet With Russian, Czech and Pole On shuddering jams up in the hydro dams Or underneath the Thames in a hole I grafted hard and I've got me cards And many a ganger's fist across me ears If you pride your life, don't join by Christ With McAlpine's fusiliers |
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| 9. |
| 3:21 |
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| 10. |
| 4:10 |
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> Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way but the love for the liquor poor Tim was born To help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch Biddy O'Brien began to cry, ""Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see, Tim avourneen, why did you die?"", ""Will ye hould your gob?"" said Paddy McGee Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, ""Biddy"" says she ""you're wrong, I'm sure"" Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed Saying ""Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"" Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake |
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| 2:59 |
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| 12. |
| 4:52 |
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I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal I kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Clouds are drifting across the moon Cats are prowling on their beat Spring's a girl from the streets at night Dirty old town Dirty old town I heard a siren from the docks Saw a train set the night on fire Smelled the spring on the smoky wind Dirty old town Dirty old town I'm going to make me a good sharp axe Shining steel tempered in the fire I'll chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town Dirty old town I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal I kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town |
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| 2:50 |
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As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver [Chorus] Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me But the devil take the women for they never can be easy [Chorus] I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder But Jenny blew me charges and she filled them up with water Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter [Chorus] And 't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken [Chorus] There's some take delight in the carriages a rolling and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling but I take delight in the juice of the barley and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early [Chorus] And if anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenney And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LUKE KELLY, JOHN EDMUND SHEEHAN, - DP, RONALD JOSEPH DREW, CIARON BOURKE, BARNEY MCKENNA Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC |
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| 14. |
| 3:49 |
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I've been a Wild Rover for many's the Year
And I spend all my money on Whiskey and Beer And now I'm returning with Gold in great store And I never will play the Wild Rover no more And it's no,nay,never no,nay,never no more will I play the Wild Rover no,never no more I went into an alehouse I used to frequent And I told my Landlady my Money was spent I asked her for Credit She answered me nay Such a Custom as yours I could have any day And it's no,nay,never..... I took from my pocket ten Sovereigns bright And the Landlady's eyes opened up with delight She said she had Whiskeys and Wines of the best And the words that She tolt me were only in jest And it's no,nay,never..... I went home to my Parents confest what I'd done And I asked them to pardon their prodigal son And when they'd caressed me as oft times before I never will play the Wild Rover no more And it's no,nay,never..... ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CIARON BOURKE, RONNIE KELLY, RONNIE DREW, BARNEY MCKENNA <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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| 3:35 |
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Alive alive oh
alive alive ohh Singing cockles and mussels alive alive ohhh In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty I once met a girl named sweet Molly Malone and she wheeled her wheel barrow through the streets broad and narrow singing cockles and mussels alive alive oh She was a fish monger and sure was no wonder so were her mother and father before and they wheeled their wheel barrow through the streets broad and narrow singing cockles and mussels alive alive oh She died of a fever and so one could save her and that was the end of sweet Molly Malone now her ghost wheels her barrow through the streets broad and narrow singing cockles and mussels alive alive oh Alive alive oh alive alive ohh Singing cockles and mussels alive alive ohhh |
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