1. |
Cape Breton Lullaby Set
05:02
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2. |
Johnny Don't Go
04:36
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Well Johnny donned his hat and coat one day
He was tired of farmer's pay
He wanted to march and drill with a gun
And ship o'erseas to fight The Hun.
Before he left to volunteer
He stopped in a pub to share a beer
With soldiers and salts who'd seen the fight
And learn which service would suit him right.
(Chorus)
Johnny don't go! Don't go to war!
Hark to those who've fought before.
Don't die on a battlefield's mud and gore.
Live in peace on Ireland's shore.
"Don't fight with the foot," the fusilier said,
"They've many fools and little bread
And if you're not slain by a rifle round
Fever will stick you underground."
"Don't fight with the horse," the dragoon barked,
"On top of a mare you're easily marked
And if they shoot your steed instead
Her falling weight will crush your head."
(Chorus)
"Don't fight on a ship," the deckhand roared,
"A sailor's life is squalid and bored.
A sinking ship's uncommon grim,
Especially if you cannot swim."
"Oh, what did you say," the cannoneer said,
"I'm deaf since a shell burst by my head.
Oh won't you spare a coin for a poor old man,
For no-one cares for a veteran."
(Chorus)
Well one Johnny's wife cries "I hardly knew ya."
Another Johnny's girl weeps "Súil a Grá".
But our Johnny pins a white feather to his chest
While his foolish chums get laid to rest.
'Cause he's got both his legs for games and dance.
He's got both his eyes for to seek romance.
Cowardice has a certain charm
With a lonely girl upon his arm.
(Chorus)
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3. |
The Dancing Grandma Set
04:31
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4. |
The Birkin Tree
02:50
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Oh lass, gin' ye would think it right
Tae gyang wi' me this very night
We'll cuddle tae the mornin' light
By a' the lave unseen O
And ye will be my dearie
My ain dearest dearie
It's ye will be my dearie
Gin ye meet me at e'en O
I canna for my mammy gae
She locks the door and keeps the key
And in the mornin' charges me
And aye aboot the men O
For she says they're a' deceivers
Deceivers, deceivers
She says they're a' deceivers
Ye canna trust ane O
Oh nivver min' yer mammy's yell
Nae doot she met yer dad hersel'
And should she flyte, ye can tell her
She's aft times done the same O
So lassie, gie's yer hand on't
Yer bonnie milk-white hand on't
Lassie, gie's yer hand on't
And scorn tae lie yer lane O
Oh lad, my haun' I canna gi'e
But aiblins I man steal the key
And I'll meet ye at yon birkin tree
That grows doon in the glen O
But dinna lippen, laddie
I canna promise, laddie
Oh dinna lippen, laddie
In case I canna win O
So he's gaen tae the birkin tree
In hopes his ain true tae see
Fa come trippin' ower the lea
But just his bonnie Jean O
And she's clinkit doon beside him
Beside him, beside him
She's clinkit doon beside him
Amangst the grass sae green O
"I'm overjoyed wi' rapture noo"
Quo' he, and preed his cherry moo'
And Jeannie ne'er had cause tae rue
That nicht upon the green O
For she has got her Johnny
Her ain lovin' Johnny
It's she has got her Johnny
And Johnny's got his Jean O
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5. |
Pancake Tuesday Set
03:53
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6. |
The Spanish Lady
04:40
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As I came down to Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candlelight
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of amber coals
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the soles
(Chorus)
Whack for the Toora, lura laddy
Whack for the Toora lura lay.
When I came back from Dublin City
'Bout the hour of half past eight
Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
Brushing her hair by broad daylight
First she tossed it, then she combed it
On her lap with a silver comb
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so fair since I did roam
(Chorus)
When I went back to Dublin City
'Bout the time the sun had set
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady
Catching a moth with a golden net
First she saw me, then she fled me
Pulling her petticoat over her knees
All my life I ne'er did see
A maid so shy as the Spanish lady
(Chorus)
Wandered north and I have wandered south
Through Stoney Barter and Patrick's close
Up and around, by the Gloucester Diamond
And back by Napper Tandys' house
Ald age has laid her hand on me
Cold as a fire of ashy coals
And all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet as the Spanish lady
(Chorus)
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7. |
Donald McGillavry
03:19
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Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry,
Donald's come down the hill wild and angry;
Donald will clear the gouk's nest cleverly,
Here's to the king and Donald MacGillavry
Come like a weighbauk, Donald MacGillavry,
Come like a weighbauk, Donald MacGillavry,
Balance them fair, and balance them cleverly:
Off wi' the counterfeit, Donald MacGillavry.
Donald's come down the hill but his tether, man,
As he were wud, or stang'd wi' an ether, man;
When he comes back, there's some will look merrily:
Here's to King James and Donald MacGillavry
Come like a weaver, Donald MacGillavry,
Come like a weaver, Donald MacGillavry,
Pack on your back, and elwand sae cleverly;
Gie them full measure, my Donald MacGillavry.
Donald has foughten we' rief and roguery;
Donald has dinner'd wi' banes and beggary,
Better it were for Whigs and Whiggery
Meeting the devil than Donald MacGillavry.
Come like a tailor, Donald MacGillavry,
Come like a tailor, Donald MacGillavry,
Push about, in and out, thimble them cleverly,
Here's to King James and Donald MacGillavry.
Donald's the callan that brooks nae tangleness;
Whigging and prigging and a' newfangleness,
They maun be gane: he winna be baukit, man:
He maun hae justice, or faith he'll tak it man.
Come like a cobler, Donald MacGillavry,
Come like a cobler, Donald MacGillavry,
Beat them, and bore them, and lingel them cleverly,
Up wi' King James and Donald MacGillavry.
Donald was mumpit wi' mirds and mockery;
Donald was blinded wi' blads o' property;
Arles ran high, but makings were naething, man,
Lord, how Donald is flyting and fretting, man.
Come like the devil, Donald MacGillavry,
Come like the devil, Donald MacGillavry,
Skelp them and scaud them that proved sae unbritherly,
Up wi' King James and Donald MacGillavry!
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8. |
Dublin Reel Set
04:25
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9. |
The Travelling People
03:13
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You tinkers, you knackers, you’ll steal all my worth
Condemned to be thieves by the chance of your birth
My fathers have warned me to stay clear of thee
Why can’t you all change and become just like me?
(Chorus)
We bleed the same red blood, we have the same fears
We feel all the same pain, we cry the same tears
We pray to the same God, we’re taught to love all
Why do you hate us, and wish for our fall?
(Chorus)
You tinkers, you knackers, you’ll steal all my worth
Condemned to be thieves by the chance of your birth
My fathers have warned me to stay clear of thee
Why can’t you all change and become just like me?
(Chorus)
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10. |
Itchy Fingers Set
03:28
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My young 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 did she say:
"It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day."
Then she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there.
Then she made her way homeward with one star awake
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake.
The people did say that no two were 'ere wed
But one heart full of sorrow never was said
And she smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear.
That was the last time that I saw my dear.
I dreamt it last night that my true love came in
And so softly she came that her feet made no din.
She came close beside me and this did she say:
"It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day."
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12. |
The Hills of Connemara
04:11
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(Chorus)
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans,
The mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran
Run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
(Chorus)
Keep your eyes well peeled today
The excise men are on their way
Looking for the mountain tea
In the hills of Connemara
(Chorus)
Swaying to the left, swaying to the right
The excise men will dance all night
Drinking up the tea 'til the morning light
In the hills of Connemara
(Chorus)
A gallon for the butcher and a quart for John
A bottle for the poor old Father Tom
Just to help the poor old dear along
In the hills of Connemara
(Chorus)
Stand your ground 'fore it's too late!
The excise men are at the gate!
Glory-be-to-paddy, they're drinking it straight
In the hills of Connemara
(Chorus x2)
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13. |
Snowy Path Set
03:56
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14. |
Gypsen Davey
03:27
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It was late in the night when the squire came home
Inquiring on his lady.
The serving woman answered him
She's gone with the gypsen Davey.
(Chorus)
Rada tada tim, tada tim, tada tim, tada
Rada tada tim, die-aisy
Rada tada tim, sing liddle diddle din
Sing liddle diddle gypsen Davey.
Go saddle me my milk white steed
The black one ain't so speedy
I'll ride all night til the broad daylight
And I'll overtake my lady.
(Chorus)
He rode til he came unto the town
He rode til he come to Barley.
The tears came rolling down his cheeks
And there he spied his lady.
(Chorus)
Oh come back my own true love,
Oh come back my honey.
I swear by the sword that hangs by my side
You shall never lack for money.
(Chorus)
I won't go back your own true love.
I won't go back your honey.
For I'd rather have a kiss from a gypsen's lips
Than all your lands and money.
(Chorus)
Then hand me back those high-heeled shoes
Made of Spanish leather.
And give to me your lily white hand
And we'll bid goodbye forever.
(Chorus)
I'll give to you these high-heeled shoes
Made of Spanish leather
I'll give to you my lily-white hand
And we'll bid goodbye forever.
(Chorus)
Last night I lay in a feather bed
Between my husband and baby
Tonight I lie on the cold, cold, ground.
In the arms of the Gypsen Davy
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15. |
The Mad Buckgoat Set
02:44
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16. |
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Na Ceannabháin Bhána:
Goirim fhéin, goirim fhéin, goirim fhéin
Goirim fhéin Micil 's Máire
Goirim fhéin, goirim fhéin, goirim fhéin
Siúd iad na Ceannabháin Bhána
Cuirfidh mé, cuirfidh mé, cuirfidh mé
Cuirfidh mé suas chuig Sadhbh Sheáin thú
Cuirfidh mé, cuirfidh mé, cuirfidh mé
Fionnghuala:
Thuirt an gobha fuiridhidh mi
‘S thuirt an gobha falbhaidh mi
‘S thuirt an gobha leis an othail
A bh’ air an dòrus an t-sàbhail
Gu rachaidh e a shuirighe
Chorus: (x2)
‘Si eilean nam bothan nam bothan
Eilean nam bothan nam bothan
Eilean nam bothan nam bothan
Am bothan a bh’ aig Fionnghuala
Chorus (x2)
Bheirinn fead air fulmairean
Bheirinn fead air falmairean
Liuthannan beaga na mara
Bheireamaid greis air an tarrainn
Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn
Chorus (x2)
Cha d’thuirt an dadan a’ seo
Cha d’thuirt an dadan a’ seo
Cha d’thuirt an dadan a’ seo
Bheireamaid greis air an tarrainn
Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn
Chorus (x2)
Bheirinn fead air fulmairean
Bheirinn fead air falmairean
Liuthannan beaga na mara
Bheireamaid greis air an tarrainn
Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn
Chorus (x2)
Cha d’thuirt an dadan a’ seo
Cha d’thuirt an dadan a’ seo
Cha d’thuirt an dadan a’ seo
Bheireamaid greis air an tarrainn
Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn
Chorus (x2)
Thuirt an gobha fuiridhidh mi
‘S thuirt an gobha falbhaidh mi
‘S thuirt an gobha leis an othail
A bh’ air an dòrus an t-sàbhail
Gu rachaidh e a shuirighe
Chorus (x2)
Ffarwel fo i Langyfelach lon:
Ffarwel fo i Langyfelach lon,
A'r merched ieuainc i gyd o'r bron;
'Rwy'n mynd i dreio pa un sydd well,
Ai'm wlad fy hun, neu'r gwledydd pell.
Ffa la la la la la, la ‘n da do
Martsio wnes i yn y blaen
Nes i mi ddod i dre' Pontfaen,
Y Fifes a'r Drums yn cario'r swn,
A listio wnes at y Light Dragoon.
Ffa la la la la la, la ‘n da do
Mi drois fy mhen ac i ryw dy;
Yr aur a'r arian oedd yno'n free,
Ac yno 'roeddent fawr eu sbort
Yn listio’r gwyd at y Duke of York.
Ffa la la la la la, la ‘n da do
Ffa la la la la la, la ‘n da do
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Chorus:
Some say the Divil is dead, the Divil is dead, the Divil is dead
Some say the Divil is dead and buried in Killarney.
More say he rose again, more say he rose again,
More say he rose again and joined the British Army.
Feed the pigs and milk the cow, and milk the cow, and milk the cow
Feed the pigs and milk the cow and early in the morning.
Cock your leg, o Paddy dear, Cock your leg, o Paddy dear,
Cock your leg, o Paddy dear, it's time to stop your yawning.
(Chorus)
Katie she is tall and thin, she's tall and thin, she's tall and thin,
Katie she is tall and thin and likes her drops of brandy.
Drinks it in the bed at night, drinks it in the bed at night,
Drinks it in the bed at night. It makes her nice and randy.
(Chorus)
My man is six-foot tall, he's six-foot tall, he's six foot-tall,
My man is six-foot tall and likes his sugar candy.
Goes to bed at six o'clock, goes to bed at six o'clock
He goes to bed at six o'clock. He's lazy fat and bandy.
(Chorus)
The wife she has a hairy thing, a hairy thing, a hairy thing.
The wife she has a hairy thing. She showed it to me on Sunday.
Bought it in a furrier shop, bought it in a furrier shop
Bought it in a furrier shop, it's going back on Monday.
(Chorus)
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