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I'll Tell Me Ma
02:05
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I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
They pulled my hair and stole my comb
But that's alright 'til I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courting one, two, three,
Please won't you tell me who is she
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin' for her
They knock at and they ring that bell
Saying, "Oh, my true love, are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fella with the rovin' eye
Let the wind and the rain and hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
And she'll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she comes home
Let them all come as they will,
It's Albert Mooney she loves still.
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The Frost is All Over
04:08
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What would you do if the kettle boiled over?
What would I do but to fill it again?
What would you do if the cows ate the clover?
What would I do but to set it again?
The praties are dug and the frost is all over
Kitty, lie over close to the wall
How would you like to be married to a soldier
Kitty, lie over close to the wall
What would you do if you married a soldier?
What would I do but to follow his gun?
What would you do if he died on the ocean?
What would I do but to marry again?
The praties are boiled and the herring are roasted
Kitty, lie over close to the wall
For you to be drunk and me to be sober
Kitty, lie over close to the wall
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Ookpik Waltz
02:17
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Away Rio
03:18
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I'll sing you a song of the free rolling sea
Away, Rio!
I'll sing you a song if you sing it with me
And we're bound for the Rio Grande
And it's away, boys, away
Away, Rio!
Fare thee well my bonny fair maid
And we're bound for the Rio Grande
Johnny came over the other day
Johnny came by the other day
Give me your hand, my dear lily white
If you'll accept me I'll make you my wife
Johnny I love and please don't you go
If you will stay I will love you so-so
She's a deep-water ship with a deep-water crew
You can stick to the coast, but you're damned if you do
We was sick of the beach and our money was gone
So we signed in this packet to drive us along
Blow ye winds steadily, blow ye winds, blow
She's a starvation packet, Good God, let her go!
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Whiskey You're the Devil
02:59
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Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Americay
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae
Oh whiskey, you're me darlin' drunk or sober
Now, brave boys, we're on the march, off to Portugal and Spain
The drums are beating, banners flying, a divil home will come tonight
Oh love, fare thee well
With me dithery-iddle doodle dumma da
Me dithery-iddle doodle dumma da
Me rikes fall tour a laddie, oh there's whiskey in the jar
Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Americay
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae
Oh whiskey, you're me darlin' drunk or sober
The French are fighting boldly, men dying hot and coldly
To every man his flask of powder and firelock on his shoulder
Oh love, fare thee well...
Said the mother, "Do not harm me, don't take my daughter from me.
For if you do, I'll torment you, and after death a ghost will haunt you."
Love, fare thee well...
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I never seen the likes since I been born
Of that pretty little thing with the blue dress on
Johnny, come down to Hilo, poor old man
Oh wake her, Oh shake her,
Oh wake that girl with the blue dress on
Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man
She's a down east girl with that down east style
She's a dollar a time and she's all worth while.
Johnny, come down to HIlo...
You know them down east, they girls dress so fine
They ain't got Jesus on their mind
Johnny, come down to HIlo...
I don't care where in the world I go,
I can't get away from the calico
Johnny, come down to HIlo...
Well my wife died in Tennessee,
And they sent her jawbone back to me
Johnny, come down to HIlo...
So I hung that jawbone on a fence
And I ain't heard nothin' but the jawbone since.
Johnny, come down to HIlo...
Hand me down my riding cane
I'm going to see my Sarah Jane
Johnny, come down to HIlo...
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The Hag Set
04:55
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Sí do mhaimeo í, sí do mhaimeo í
Sí do mhaimeo í cailleach an airgid
Sí do mhaimeo í ó Bhaille Iorrais Mhóir í
Sí chuir-feadh sí cóistí ar bhóithre Chois Fharraige
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Sherramuir
02:05
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O cam ye here the fight to shun,
Or herd the sheep wi' me, man?
Or were ye at the Sherramuir,
Or did the battle see, man?"
I saw the battle, sair and teugh,
And reekin-red ran mony a sheugh ;
My heart, for fear, gaed sough for sough,
To hear the thuds, and see the cluds
O' clans frae woods, in tartan duds,
Wha glaum'd at kingdoms three, man.
The red-coat lads, wi' black cockades,
To meet them werena' slaw, man;
They rushed and pushed, and blood outgushed
And mony a bouk did fa', man:
The great Argyle led on his files,
A wat they glanced for twenty miles;
They houghed the clans like nine-pin kyles,
They hacked and hashed, while broad swords clashed,
And thro' they dashed, and hewed and smashed,
Till fey men died awa, man.
But had ye seen the philibegs,
And skyrin tartan trews, man;
When in the teeth they dar'd our Whigs,
And covenant True-blues, man:
In lines extended lang and large,
When bayonets overpowered the targe,
And thoosands hastened to the charge;
Wi' Hieland wrath, they frae the sheath
Drew blades o' death, till, out o' breath,
They fled like frichted dows, man!
They've lost some gallant gentlemen,
Amang the Hieland clans, man!
I fear my Lord Panmure is slain,
Or fallen in Whiggish hands, man,
Now will ye sing this double flight,
Some died for wrang, and some for right;
But mony bade the world gude-night ;
Wi' pell and mell, and muskets knell,
The Tories fell, and Whigs tae hell
Flew off in frichted bands, man!
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The Long Set
05:07
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Raglan Road
06:26
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On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, still I passed along the enchanted way,
And I said 'Let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.'
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts and I not making hay -
Oh, I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known
To artists who have known true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint, I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds o'er fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I have loved not as I should a creature made of clay -
When an angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.
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The Elderberries Oakland, California
We are "fine lads," or so some say, but that cannot be
because, among other reasons, we are not all lads. We are
all friends
who met at the Starry Plough in Berkeley, united by our love of
traditional Irish music and dance. You can expect from us free and roving
sets of several hours or more, comprising jigs, reels, hornpipes, aires,
waltzes, slides, slip jigs, a variety of songs, and dance.
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