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Molly Malone
02:38
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In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
She was a fishmonger
And sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrows
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
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When you're out walking
And there's no one near you
But a voice keeps calling
And you hear your name
It's not the leaves
Or the whispering breezes
It's me that's calling you back again
Oh, can you hear me?
Oh, can you hear me?
As you roam through lonely London town
When evening's falling, you'll hear me calling
Come on home now to the County Down
Do you remember the fiddlers playing
The songs and stories the whole night long
It's little then that you thought of leaving
It seems so strange now that you are gone
Oh, can you hear me?
Oh, can you hear me?
As you roam through lonely London town
When evening's falling, you'll hear me calling
Come on home now to the County Down
The fish are dancing on Clanrye river
The teams are sporting in old Glenvale
My heart no longer can lead the cheering
When you're not playing it's a different game
Oh, can you hear me?
Oh, can you hear me?
As you roam through lonely London town
When evening's falling, you'll hear me calling
Come on home now to the County Down
I'm always dreaming that things are changing
And that they're building a factory tall
And young ones needed again in Newry
But I still need you the most of all
Oh, can you hear me?
Oh, can you hear me?
As you roam through lonely London town
When evening's falling, you'll hear me calling
Come on home now to the County Down
Come on home now to the County Down
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3. |
Misty Morning Shore
04:20
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My ship lies in the harbour, the full moon's shining o'er
A salty breeze blows in the bay, I hear the combers roar
Tomorrow I am bound away, far from this land so poor
To start a new life far away, from my misty morning shore
To leave my dear old mother, will break her heart for sure
Likewise my aged father, I'll never see no more
But to leave my dear old Ireland, it grieves me ten times o'er
Tomorrow I must sail away, from my misty morning shore
Fare thee well dear Ireland, it's westward I must go
But when I reach Americay, there's one thing that I know
That when the full moon's rising, up in the east once more
I know it's also shining, on my misty morning shore
It's been five years dear mother, since first I sailed away
I hear the famine took its toll, the new arrivals say
But in this land of plenty, I'll live forever more
But my heart's across the ocean, on my misty morning shore
It's been nine years dear mother, and I've become a bride
We've built a lovely home to live, down by the waterside
And I have born a daughter, sweet Erin is her name
I named her my country, and claimed her for its fame
But I long for you dear Ireland, I will until I die
But when my life is over, it's here that I must lie
Down here by the ocean, where my family can watch o'er
The full moon shining down on me, and my misty morning shore
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4. |
A Gaelic Blessing
01:52
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Deep peace of the running wave to you
Deep peace of the flowing air to you
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you
Deep peace of the shining stars to you
Deep peace of the gentle night to you
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you
Deep peace of Christ
Of Christ the light of the world to you
Deep peace of Christ to you
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Mountains of Pomeroy
06:26
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The morn was breaking bright and fair,
The lark sang in the sky,
When the maid she bound her goIden hair,
With a blythe glance in her eye;
For, who beyond the gay green-wood,
Was a-waiting her with joy,
Oh, who but her gallant Renardine,
On the mountains of Pomeroy.
An outlawed man in a land forlorn,
He scorned to turn and fly,
But he kept the cause of freedom safe
Up on the mountains high.
Full often in the dawning hour,
Full oft in twilight brown
He met the maid in the woodland bower,
Where the stream comes foaming down
For they were faithful in a love
No wars could e'er destroy.
No tyrant's law touched Renardine,
On the mountains of Pomeroy.
"Dear love", she said, "l am so afraid,
For the foeman's force and you
They've tracked you in the lowland plain
And all the valley through.
My kinsmen frown when you are named
Your life they would destroy
'Beware,' they say, 'of Renardine,
On the mountains of Pomeroy' "
"Fear not, fear not, sweetheart," he cried,
"Fear not the foe for me
No chain shall fall, whate'er betide,
On the arm that would be free!
Oh, leave your cruel kin and come,
When the lark is in the sky.
And it's with my gun I'll guard you,
On the mountains of Pomeroy."
The morn has come, she rose and fled
From her cruel kin and home;
And bright the wood, and rosy red,
And the tumbling torrent's foam.
But the mist came down and the tempest roared,
And did all around destroy;
And a pale, drowned bride met Renardine,
On the mountains of Pomeroy.
An outlawed man in a land forlorn,
He scorned to turn and fly,
But he kept the cause of freedom safe
On the mountains of Pomeroy.
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Galileo fell in love as a Galilean boy
And he wondered what in heaven who invented such a joy
But the question got the better of his scientific mind
And to his blind and dying gaze
He looked up high and often sighed
And sometimes cried
Chorus:
Who puts the rainbow in the sky?
Who lights the stars at night?
Who dreamt up someone so divine?
Someone like you and made them mine?
Love can make you ask some funny questions now and then
But just remember the alternatives for I remember when
I was lonely and unhappy
And my lips were cold as ice
But you kissed me, and good heavens
Now I'm here in paradise
So if ever I'm not kissing you or looking in your eyes
I won't be blind, and I won't cry
I'll look up high and gladly sigh
And thank the guy
Chorus:
Who puts the rainbow in the sky
Who lights the stars at night
Who dreamt up someone so divine
Someone like you and made them mine
Someone like you and made them mine
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7. |
Slan Le Maigh
05:27
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Slán le Máigh
Ó slán is céad on taobh so uaim
Cois Maighe na gcaor na gcraobh na gcruach
Na stát, na séad, na soar, na slua
Na ndán, na ndréacht, na dtréan gan ghruaim
Curfá:
Och, ochón is breoite mise
Gan chuid, gan chóir, gan chóip, gan chiste
Gan sult, gan seoid, gan spórt, gan spionnadh
Ó seoladh mé chun uaignis
Slán go héag dá, soar-fhir suairc
Dá daimh, dá heigs', dá chléir, dá suag
Dom chaired cléibh, gan chlaon, gan chluain
Gan cháim, gan chaon, gan chraos, gan chruas
Curfá:
Och, ochón is breoite mise
Gan chuid, gan chóir, gan chóip, gan chiste
Gan sult, gan seoid, gan spórt, gan spionnadh
Ó seoladh mé chun uaignis
Slán dá n-éis, dá beithibh uaim
Da gcail, dá gceill, dá scéimh, dá snua
Dá mná go léir, dá gcéim, dá gcuaird
Da bpráisc, dá bplé, dá méin, dá mbua
Curfá:
Och, ochón is breoite mise
Gan chuid, gan chóir, gan chóip, gan chiste
Gan sult, gan seoid, gan spórt, gan spionnadh
Ó seoladh mé chun uaignis
English Translation
A hundred farewells from this place I'm in
Beside Maigue of the berries, the branches, the stacks
The estates, the jewels, the craftsmen, the crowds
The arts, the stories, the good-humored warriors
Chorus:
Oh it is ill I am
Without a share, or right, or company, or money
Without happiness, or jewels, or sport, or vitality
Since I was sent into loneliness
Farewell forever to her happy freeman
To her love of kin, her gatherings, her clergy, her scholars
To the friends of my heart, not perverse or deceitful
Without flaw, without concealment, without gluttony, without stinginess
Chorus:
Oh it is ill I am
Without a share, or right, or company, or money
Without happiness, or jewels, or sport, or vitality
Since I was sent into loneliness
Good-bye, one by one, to its beautiful women
To their fame, their sense, their loveliness, their complexions
To all its women, to their rank, their visitations
Their messing, their discussions, their minds and their talents
Chorus:
Oh it is ill I am
Without a share, or right, or company, or money
Without happiness, or jewels, or sport, or vitality
Since I was sent into loneliness
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8. |
The Fields of Athenry
04:07
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By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
Michael they are taking you away
For you stole Trevelyan's corn
So the young might see the morn
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay
Chorus:
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters Mary when you're free
Against the famine and the crown
I rebelled they ran me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity
Chorus:
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely harbour wall
She watched the last star falling
As that prison ship sailed out against the sky
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray
For her love in Botany bay
It's so lonely around the fields of Athenry
Chorus:
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
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Olivia Bradley Atlanta, Georgia
Olivia is a vocalist, bodhran player, & Irish dancer based out of Atlanta, GA. Steeped in a background of Irish music & dance, & blessed with perfect pitch, Olivia weaves her classical training & dramatic sensibility from musical theater together with Irish & Scottish roots to bring traditional songs & ballads to life for modern audiences. For more info, please visit: OliviaBradleyMusic.com ... more
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