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My love said to me
My Mother won't mind
And me Father won't slight you
For you lack of kind
Then she stepped away from me
And this she did say
It will not be long love
Till our wedding day
She stepped away from me
And she moved through the Fair
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there
And she went her way homeward
With on star awake
As the swans in the evening
Move over the lake
The people were saying
No two e'er were wed
But one has a sorrow
That never was said
And she smiled as she passed me
With her goods and her gear
And that was the last
That I saw of my dear
Last night she came to me
My true love came in
So softly she came
That her feet made no din
She laid her hand on me
And this she did say
It will not be long love
Till our wedding day
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Carrickfergus
03:10
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I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrand.
I would swim over the deepest ocean
Only for nights in Ballygrand.
But the sea is wide, and I cannot swim over
Neither have I the wings to fly.
Oh come find me a handsome boatman
To ferry me over to my love and I.
Now in Kilkenny it is reported
On marble stones there as black as ink.
With gold and sliver I would support her
But I’ll say no more now til I get a drink.
For I’m drunk today and I’m seldom sober
A handsome rover from town to town.
Ah but I’m sick now my days are numbered
Come all you wild boys and lay me down.
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Malahide
04:22
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Tiny Sparrow
04:22
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Come all ye fair and tender ladies,
Be careful how you love your man.
He's like a star on a summer mornin'
First appears and then is gone.
I wish I had known before I courted
That love would be such a killing thing
I'd have locked my heart in a box of golden
And lock it up with a silver pin.
I wish I were a tiny sparrow
and I had wings and I could fly.
I'd fly away to a lonesome valley
Till he loves like I
But as I'm not a tiny sparrow
I have no wings and I can't fly
So I'll sit right down in my lonesome valley
Weep and pass my troubles by.
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5. |
Vagabonds Lullaby
04:29
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V:1
I donned my usual disguise of whisky breath and bloodshot eyes
And I track down the old bearded pedlar for that magic herb I idolise.
So now I can settle down in my tractor tyre,
With my beer, my herb and the sun climbing higher.
Chorus:
I’m a drinker,
I’m a smoker,
I’m a waster by my trade.
The only things I keep are the things I’m taking to the grave.
Saint for God and nature,
My belief’s too plain to tell.
I’m what you might call,
What you might call,
What you might call,
A free man.
V:2
I get up when I wake up and sleep when I’m tired
I eat when I’m hungry and I drink when I can.
All I say is fiction so I’ve never had to lie
And all I do is acting so I’ve never had to sin.
Chorus:
V:3
Like every other beat who gets rejected from the bars
With two litres of strong cider I socialise beneath the stars.
No money, or no job, no home and no cheri
Well if it’s good enough for Jesus then it’s good enough for me.
Chorus:
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The Birdman
05:09
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A board on his lap
So he can cut the bread
Into neat little one inch squares
A few at a time
And they're just the right size
To feed the hungry birds by his feet
Sitting in his wooden box
With the world outside revealed
By a front door of plywood and string
He's the birdman
His life fulfilled, maybe
Surrounded by the wealthy
Though he still feels the cold in the night
His box has four wheels
He can go where he feels
And the birds will show him the way
There amidst the chaos
Of millions of cars and people
Is where he found his solitude
He's the birdman
A sparrow lands on his knee
He's begging for his tea
The birdman gently shoos him away
His work for the day done
Till the next rising of the sun
When the birds will return for his love
Staring out the cafe window
Drinking my coffee
I see, a peaceful scene
He's the birdman
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The Kiss / No Roses
05:08
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A languorous kiss
The faintest smell of ocean
Salt-lipped breeze, pleading.
No Roses ‘song’
C.G.Rossetti
Arranged Ruth Angell
When I am dead my dearest
Sing no sad songs for me
Plant though no roses at my head
Nor shady Cyprus tree.
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet
And if though wilt remember
And if though wilt forget.
I shall not see the sunrise
I shall not feel the rain
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on as if in pain.
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise or set
Happily I will remember
And happily may forget.
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Love Forgiven
02:01
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10. |
The Humours of Lissadell
05:11
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11. |
Day of Days
04:41
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It's a day of days
With a brand new face
We welcome you to this place
Take a look around
And you won't be found
Without love and care and grace
I hope you find your way
Somehow
And take each day
The here and now
I'll shelter you in the rain
And hope you won't feel any pain
When the greens turn brown
And the reds turn gold
And the air is so slightly colder
I will be dreaming of
That day of days
And how you're now a little older
And so you're on your way
Making waves of your own
If the swell tries to take over
I will be here to give you cover
It's such a day of days
With this brand new face
We welcome you
To this place.
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12. |
Hope for the young
03:56
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Watch the night chase away the sun
The day is over but ours has just begun
No time for wasting
The mind is only free while it’s young.
There are no seats so we’ll have to stand
To hear the music of a rubber band
The whiskey’s weak here
But still it’s making me feel high.
Get on board that astral plane
And we’ll go to places that we’ll never see again
Take a trip to the land of the hip
Can you feel?
When making love we can be like a dove and fly
To natural places that will never ever die
And the gods that see us
Will keep us in their hearts and in their minds.
Toast our lives from a coffee jar
Then we’ll kneel down and pray that each one of us goes far
Then rewind it back and proceed
To watch the whole thing again.
Don’t let the devil have your soul
You’ll want it back when you begin to grow old
Keep in mind the fact that all that glitters
Is not gold.
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