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Watching Brid Cairenn
04:03
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Watching Brid Cairenn
Words and Music by Lawrence C. Connolly
He pulls to the shoulder,
The hillside angles down,
Splashes through the runoff,
And parks beneath the shroud
Of overhanging branches
That cloak the moon in green.
He turns on the highbeams
And turns to Brid Cairenn.
Hey says, You wanted to go danging?
We'll here's a place I've found
Beyond the shallow runoff,
A stage of rising ground.
Beyond the dented fender,
Where the xenon beams converge,
She climbs onto the hillock
And teeters on the verge.
She says, You want to see me dancing?
We'll here's some moves I've found
That fulcrum on the ankles
and pivot on the ground.
Kinetic expectation: She turns her head askance,
Tilts in forward motion ...
And falls into the dance.
He reclines in the dash lights,
the backrest angled down.
He plays the AM speakers
That crackle with the sound.
A thousand and once dances
That set the night aring.
He turns on the highbeams
And watches Brid careen.
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Two Seas
03:43
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Two Seas
Words and Music by Christopher Laughrey
We met at night where two seas joined,
Where the warm stream begins to flow.
Damp scents of pine, damp brack and brine,
A black sky scratched by Perseid's show,
Flesh and hair, thick with salt,
Green eyes yield all they know,
Red lightning south beyond the straits,
Two hearts became one soul.
Two decades beside spun round the sun.
Our sad hearts lost their way.
You hid in mountains cold and tall,
Why you would not say.
When you returned, I failed to see
The worth of one more day.
Our soul was one so fell undone,
To wait while two heats stray.
I remember emerald water,
Sea grass like fluid jade,
A hot embrace on evening wind,
The promises we made.
Flamingo tongues on purple fans
Turned pale beneath your touch.
The stream flowed on to a northern sea
To warm its icy clutch.
Tonight's wild gale drives snow across
The heat from dark Killary Bay.
It howls across the Twelve Bens and throws
Waves at Western Way.
But we rest safe in Tullycross,
Asleep in my arms you lay.
Our hearts aligned where two seas bind,
A soul in which to stay.
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Rising of the Moon
03:29
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Rising of the Moon
trad.
Oh tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so
Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be
At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me
One more word for signal token, whistle out the marching tune
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon
Out from many a mud walled cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed morning's light
Murmurs ran along the valley to the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
All along that singing river, that black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor, whistle out the marching tune
And hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon
'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon
And hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon
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Cod Liver Oil
04:39
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Cod Liver Oil
trad.
I'm a young married man and I'm tired of life
Ten years I've been wed to a pale sickly wife,
She's nothing to do only sit there and cry
Praying and praying to God she would die.
A friend of my own came to see me one day
He told me my wife she was pining away
He afterwards told me that she would get strong
If I get a bottle from dear Dr John.
Oh doctor, oh doctor, oh dear Dr John
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of my life, I'll go down in the soil
If me wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil.
I bought her a bottle, well just for to try
And the way that she drank it you'd think she might die
I bought her another, it vanished the same
And then she got cod liver oil on the brain.
I bought her another, she drank it no doubt,
And then she began to get terrible stout,
And when she got stout well of course she got strong
And I became jealous of dear Dr John.
Oh doctor, oh doctor, oh dear Dr John
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of my life, I'll go down in the soil
If me wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil.
Me house it resembles a great doctor's shop
Its covered in bottles from bottom to top
Well early the morning the kettle does boil
You would swear it was singing of cod liver oil.
Oh doctor, oh doctor, oh dear Dr John
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of my life, I'll go down in the soil
If me wife don't stop drinking
Oh doctor, oh doctor, oh dear Dr John
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of my life, I'll go down in the soil
If me wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil.
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Castlegregory
02:56
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Castlegregory
Words and Music by Lawrence C. Connolly
See the sails of Castlegregory
Reflected in mirrored sea.
Hear the men singing on the quay,
Echoing chants, calling me.
On the shore a lonely woman stand
Hair tied back, braided bands.
Hear her voice calling to the sails
Echoing chants, soulful wails.
In the dawn the jagged sea turns white,
Drawing the ships made ready in the night.
On the deck young Lorcan trims the sails,
Singing with the men, chantey wails.
See the sails of Castlegregory
Reflected in the mirrored sea.
Hear the men singing on the quay,
Echoing chants, calling me.
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Star of the County Down
03:17
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Star of the County Down
trad.
Banbridge Town in the County Down
One morning last July,
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there.
[Chorus:]
From Bantry Bay into Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin Town
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
That I met in the County Down
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I says, says I, to a passer-by,
"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?
He smiled at me and he says, says he,
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the star of the County Down."
[Chorus]
The Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till my smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.
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8. |
Leaving Liverpool
03:05
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Leaving Liverpool
trad.
Fare thee well, my own true love,
I am going far away
I am bound for California,
And I know that I'll return someday
So fare thee well, my own true love,
For when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
But my darling when I think of thee
I have shipped on a Yankee sailing ship,
Davy Crockett is her name,
And her Captain's name was Burgess,
And they say that she's a floating hell
So fare thee well, my own true love,
For when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
But my darling when I think of thee
Oh the sun is on the harbour, love,
And I wish that I could remain,
For I know that it will be a long, long time,
Before I see you again
So fare thee well, my own true love,
For when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
But my darling when I think of thee
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Home from the Field
02:44
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10. |
Five Minute Walk
03:01
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Five Minute Walk
Words and Music by Lawrence C. Connolly
A handful of time, glass filled with wine,
Rush past my eyes in the second
That it takes to say hello.
And I'm amazed at how long
it took to ask her out alone.
I fumble a pass. She smiles through the glass
While the glow in her cheeks seems to speak
That it's time for us to go.
And it's a five minute walk
Up Broadway to Roscoe and home.
She brings a bag to keep her dreams in.
I put my key into the lock,
turn the knob and begin
To understand the ways of February days
When the lines that I find start to seem like
Something that I mean.
And I don't really know
If the actor is really me.
She brings a bag to keep her dreams in.
I put my arms around her waist
And tumble down while the crickets in the night
Hum softly while deep within my soul
I'm amazed a how long it took me to ask her out alone.
And it's a five minute walk
Up Broadway to Roscoe and home.
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Arthur McBride
04:05
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Arthur McBride
trad.
I had a young cousin named Arthur McBride
he and took a stroll down by the seaside
a seekin' good fortune and what might be tide
bein' just as the day was a dawnin'
and then after restin' we both took a tram
to meet Sergeant Harper and Corporal Cram
beside the wee drummer who beat up the camp
with his rowdy dow dow in the mornin'
He said, "Me young fellows if you will enlist
a Guinea you quickly shall have in your fist
Besides a Crown for to kick up the dust
and to drink the King's health in the morning"
Had we been such a fool as to take the advance
with a wee bit of money we'd have to run chance
"Do you think it no scruples to send us to France
where we should be killed in the morning?"
He said, "Me young fellows if I hear but one word
I instantly now will out with my sword
and into your bodies as strength will support
So now me gay devils take warnin!"
But Arthur and I we both took the odds
and we gave them no chance for to launch out their swords
our whackin' shillelaghs came over their heads
and we paid them right smart in the morning
and as for the drummer, we rifled his pouch
and we made a football of his rowdy dow dow
and into the ocean to rock and to roll
barin' the day it's returnin'
and as for the rapier he hung by his side
we threw it as far as we could in the tide
"To the devil I pit you!" says Arthur McBride,
"to temper your steel in the mornin'"
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Riley's Daughter
02:43
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Riley's Daughter
trad.
As I was sitting by the fire
Puffing on my favorite brier
Suddenly a thought came into my head
I thought I'd marry marry Reilly's daughter
Giddy I ae, giddy I ae, giddy I ae
For the one-eyed Reilly
Giddy I ae, (clap, clap, clap)
Try it on your old big drum
Reilly played on the big bass drum
Reilly had a mind for murder and slaughter
Reilly had a bright red glittering eye
And he kept that eye on his lovely daughter
Giddy I ae, giddy I ae, giddy I ae
For the one-eyed Reilly
Giddy I ae, (clap, clap, clap)
Try it on your old big drum
Her hair was black and her eyes were blue
The colonel and the major and the captain sought her
The sergeant and the private and the drummer-boy too
But they never had a chance with Reilly's daughter
Giddy I ae, giddy I ae, giddy I ae
For the one-eyed Reilly
Giddy I ae, (clap, clap, clap)
Try it on your old big drum
I got me a ring and a parson too
Got me a scratch in a married quarter
Settled me down to a peaceful life
Happy as a king with Reilly's daughter
Giddy I ae, giddy I ae, giddy I ae
For the one-eyed Reilly
Giddy I ae, (clap, clap, clap)
Try it on your old big drum
Suddenly a knock at the door
Who should it be but the one-eyed Reilly
With two pistols in his hands
Looking for the man that had married his daughter
Giddy I ae, giddy I ae, giddy I ae
For the one-eyed Reilly
Giddy I ae, (clap, clap, clap)
Try it on your old big drum
I caught old Reilly by the hair
Rammed his head in a bucket of water
Fired his pistols into the air
A damned sight quicker than I married his daughter
Giddy I ae, giddy I ae, giddy I ae
For the one-eyed Reilly
Giddy I ae, (clap, clap, clap)
Try it on your old big drum
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