Looking for videos on youtube I just found this brilliant session by four unknown musicians. Anybody got a clue who they are?
Donnerstag, 23. April 2009
The Pretty Maid Milking The Cow - - lyrics
The Pretty Maid Milking The Cow
It was on a fine summer's morning
When the birds sweetly tuned on each bough
I heard a fair maid sing most charming
As she sat a-milking her cow
Her voice, it was chanting melodious
She left me scarce able to go
My heart it is soothed in solace
My Cailín deas crúite na mbó
With courtesy I did salute her
Good-morrow, most amiable maid
I'm your captive slave for the future
Kind sir, do not banter, she said,
I'm not such a precious rare jewel
That I should enamour you so
I am but a plain country girl
Says Cailín deas crúite na mbó
The Indies afford no such jewel
So precious and transparently fair
Oh! do not to my flame add fuel
But consent for to love me, my dear
Take pity and grant my desire
And leave me no longer in woe
Oh! love me or else I'll expire
Sweet Cailín deas crúite na mbó
Or had I the wealth of great Damer
Or all on the African shore
Or had I great Devonshire treasure
Or had I ten thousand times more
Or had I the lamp of Alladin
Or had I his genie also
I'd rather live poor on a mountain
With Cailín deas crúite na mbó
I beg you'll withdraw and don't tease me
I cannot consent unto thee
I like to live single and airy
Till more of the world I do see
New cares they would me embarrass
Besides, sir, my fortune is low
Until I get rich I'll not marry
Says Cailín deas crúite na mbó
An old maid is like an old almanack
Quite useless when once out of date
If her ware is not sold in the morning
At noon it must fall to low rate
The fragrance of May is soon over
The rose loses its beauty, you know
All bloom is consumed in October
Sweet Cailín deas crúite na mbó
A young maid is like a ship sailing
There's no knowing how long she may steer
For with every blast she's in danger
Oh! consent, love, and banish all care.
For riches I care not a farthing
Your affection I want and no more
In comfort I'd wish to enjoy you
My Cailín deas crúite na mbó
God Save Ireland - - lyrics
High upon the gallows tree swung the noble hearted three
By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom
But they met him face to face with the courage of the race
And they went with souls undaunted to their doom
Chorus:
God save Ireland, said the heroes, God save Ireland, said they all
Whether on the scaffold high or the battlefield we die
Oh what matters if for Ireland dear we fall
Girt around with cruel foes, still their courage proudly rose
For they thought of hearts that loved them far and near
Of the millions true and brave o'er the oceans swelling wave
And the friends of holy Ireland ever dear.
(Chorus)
Climbed they up the ragged stair, rang their voices out in prayer
The with England's fatal cord around them cast
Close beside the gallows tree, kissed like brothers lovingly
True to home and faith and freedom to the last
(Chorus)
Never till the latest day shall the memory pass away
Oh, the gallant lives thus given for their land
But on the cause must go amid joy or weal or woe
Till we make our land a nation free and grand
(Chorus)
Mittwoch, 22. April 2009
The Foggy Dew - - lyrics
The Foggy Dew
As down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No pipes did hum, no battle drum, did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell, rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in Dublin town, they flung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's huns with their great big guns sailed in through the foggy dew
O, the night fell black and the rifles' crack made 'Perfidious Abion' reel
'Mid the leaden rail, seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel
By each shining blade a prayer was said that to Ireland her sons be true
And when morning broke still the war flag shook out its fold in the foggy dew
'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go that small Nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the great North Sea
O, had they died by Pearse's side, or had fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew
But the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that watertide in the springtime of the year
While the world did gaze with deep amazeat those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that Freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew
Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew
As down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No pipes did hum, no battle drum, did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell, rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in Dublin town, they flung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's huns with their great big guns sailed in through the foggy dew
O, the night fell black and the rifles' crack made 'Perfidious Abion' reel
'Mid the leaden rail, seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel
By each shining blade a prayer was said that to Ireland her sons be true
And when morning broke still the war flag shook out its fold in the foggy dew
'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go that small Nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the great North Sea
O, had they died by Pearse's side, or had fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew
But the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that watertide in the springtime of the year
While the world did gaze with deep amazeat those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that Freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew
Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew
White Orange And Green - - lyrics
White Orange And Green
In the Boal Gouty Mountains, so far far away,
I will tell you a story that happened one day,
About a young girl her age was 16
And she carried a banner White Orange and Green
And a young English soldier was passing her way,
He saw the young girl with her banner so gay,
He laughed and joked and got off his machine,
He turned to capture White Orange and Green,
Oh you cant have my banner the young girl replied,
Till your blood and my blood on the Boal Gouties lie,
I am a rebel and that's nothing mean,
And I'd lay down my life for White Orange and Green
And the young English soldier turned white as the snow,
Got on his machine and away he did go
For there's no use in fighting a girl of 16
Who would die for a banner White Orange and Green
In the Boal Gouty Mountains, so far far away,
I will tell you a story that happened one day,
About a young girl her age was 16
And she carried a banner White Orange and Green
And a young English soldier was passing her way,
He saw the young girl with her banner so gay,
He laughed and joked and got off his machine,
He turned to capture White Orange and Green,
Oh you cant have my banner the young girl replied,
Till your blood and my blood on the Boal Gouties lie,
I am a rebel and that's nothing mean,
And I'd lay down my life for White Orange and Green
And the young English soldier turned white as the snow,
Got on his machine and away he did go
For there's no use in fighting a girl of 16
Who would die for a banner White Orange and Green
Mrs McGraw / Mrs McGrath - - lyrics
Mrs McGraw
"Mrs. McGraw," the captain said,
"would you like to make a soldier
out of your son, Ted?
With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat,
Mrs. McGraw wouldn't you like that?"
With me too-rye-ay
Foddle-diddle-day
With me toorye oorye oorye-ay
With me toorye-ay
Foddle diddle day
Me toorye oorye oorye-ay
Mrs. McGraw lived on the seashore
for the length of seven long years or more
When a great big ship sail into the bay
"It's my son Ted with his legs away."
Then up comes Ted without any legs
And in their place are two wooden pegs
She kissed him a dozen times or two
Saying "My son Ted is it really you?"
"O were you drunk or were you blind
when you left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it walking on the sea
That cut your legs from the knees away?"
"I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
When I left my two fine legs behind.
But a cannon ball on the fifth of May
Cut my two fine legs from the knees away."
"All foreign war, I do proclaim
Between Don John and the King of Spain
But by jaze I'll make them rue the time
They stole the legs from a son of mine."
Nice version of this irish traditional on youtube:
"Mrs. McGraw," the captain said,
"would you like to make a soldier
out of your son, Ted?
With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat,
Mrs. McGraw wouldn't you like that?"
With me too-rye-ay
Foddle-diddle-day
With me toorye oorye oorye-ay
With me toorye-ay
Foddle diddle day
Me toorye oorye oorye-ay
Mrs. McGraw lived on the seashore
for the length of seven long years or more
When a great big ship sail into the bay
"It's my son Ted with his legs away."
Then up comes Ted without any legs
And in their place are two wooden pegs
She kissed him a dozen times or two
Saying "My son Ted is it really you?"
"O were you drunk or were you blind
when you left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it walking on the sea
That cut your legs from the knees away?"
"I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
When I left my two fine legs behind.
But a cannon ball on the fifth of May
Cut my two fine legs from the knees away."
"All foreign war, I do proclaim
Between Don John and the King of Spain
But by jaze I'll make them rue the time
They stole the legs from a son of mine."
Nice version of this irish traditional on youtube:
The Kerry Dance - - lyrics
The Kerry Dance
Chorus:
Oh, the days of the Kerry dancing
Oh, the ring of the piper's tune
Oh, for one of those hours of gladness
Gone, alas, like our youth, too soon!
When the boys began to gather
In the glen of a summer's night
And the Kerry piper's tuning
Made us long with wild delight!
Oh, to think of it
Oh, to dream of it
Fills my heart with tears!
Was there ever a sweeter Colleen
In the dance than Eily More
Or a prouder lad than Thady
As he boldly took the floor.
(Chorus)
Lads and lasses to your places
Up the middle and down again
Ah, the merry hearted laughter
Ringing through the happy glen!
Oh, to think of it
Oh, to dream of it
Fills my heart with tears!
(Chorus)
Time goes on, and the happy years are dead
And one by one the merry hearts are fled
Silent now is the wild and lonely glen
Where the bright glad laugh will echo ne'er again
Only dreaming of days gone by in my heart I hear.
Loving voices of old companions
Stealing out of the past once more
And the sound of the dear old music
Soft and sweet as in days of yore.
When the boys began to gather
In the glen of a summer's night
And the Kerry piper's tuning
Made us long with wild delight!
Oh, to think of it
Oh, to dream of it
Fills my heart with tears!
(Chorus)
Chorus:
Oh, the days of the Kerry dancing
Oh, the ring of the piper's tune
Oh, for one of those hours of gladness
Gone, alas, like our youth, too soon!
When the boys began to gather
In the glen of a summer's night
And the Kerry piper's tuning
Made us long with wild delight!
Oh, to think of it
Oh, to dream of it
Fills my heart with tears!
Was there ever a sweeter Colleen
In the dance than Eily More
Or a prouder lad than Thady
As he boldly took the floor.
(Chorus)
Lads and lasses to your places
Up the middle and down again
Ah, the merry hearted laughter
Ringing through the happy glen!
Oh, to think of it
Oh, to dream of it
Fills my heart with tears!
(Chorus)
Time goes on, and the happy years are dead
And one by one the merry hearts are fled
Silent now is the wild and lonely glen
Where the bright glad laugh will echo ne'er again
Only dreaming of days gone by in my heart I hear.
Loving voices of old companions
Stealing out of the past once more
And the sound of the dear old music
Soft and sweet as in days of yore.
When the boys began to gather
In the glen of a summer's night
And the Kerry piper's tuning
Made us long with wild delight!
Oh, to think of it
Oh, to dream of it
Fills my heart with tears!
(Chorus)
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