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Dublin in the Rare Auld Times |
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(Frank Hennessy)
As I roved out one morning going to Dungarvan Fair
I spied a pretty maiden with the sunlight in her hair
Her way was so delightful, her voice rang like a bell
And as I overtook her I asked if she was well.
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Lay down your woolen shawl me love
I swear it is no joke
And I'll tell to you the story
Of the Old Dungarvan Oak.
As we approached Dungarvan the girl at me did stare
And she asked me why I raised my hat to a tree so old and bare
I told her of the legend, if the tree should e'er come down
There'd be a great disaster and Dungarvan would be drowned.
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Lay down your woolen shawl me love
I swear it is no joke
And I'll tell to you the story
Of the Old Dungarvan Oak.
--- Instrumental ---
Then she started laughing, my face grew very red
And she said that only fools believed what those old legends said
Her laughter was contagious for the truth to you I'll tell
By the time I reached the market place I began to laugh as well.
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Lay down your woolen shawl me love
I swear it is no joke
And I'll tell to you the story
Of the Old Dungarvan Oak.
As I sit here by my fireside it's the autumn of my life
And the darling girl I met that day is now my darling wife
I have a lovely daughter And a son to push my yoke
And all because I raised my hat to the Old Dungarvan Oak.
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Lay down your woolen shawl me love
I swear it is no joke
And I'll tell to you the story
Of the Old Dungarvan Oak.
Chorus:
Lay down your woolen shawl me love
I swear it is no joke
And I'll tell to you the story
Of the Old Dungarvan Oak...
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My Donegal Shore
Oh I know its not right reminiscing tonight
Of days that are gone and returning no more
For the girl I dream of has another mans love
Far Far away on a Donegal Shore
But why should I care for She is happier ore there
She may have children she may be wealthy or poor
But I can't help my dreams Of what might have been
If I stayed at home on my Donegal Shore
Now its winter time there all the trees will be bare
And The rain clouds will darken my native theadore
But if that girl I could hold Every rain drop would be gold
It would fall all around us on my Donegal Shore
Now there's no one to blame But before she took his name
She told me she loved me and it hurt to the core
But I could never descend to be only her friend
So I left her there on my Donegal shore
Now its winter time there all the trees will be bare
And The rain clouds will darken my native theadore
But if that girl I could hold Every rain drop would be gold
It would fall all around us on my Donegal Shore
But if that girl I could hold Every rain drop would be gold
It would fall all around us on my Donegal Shore
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Home Is Where the Heart Is |
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(Fred Weatherly)
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountain side
The summer's gone and all the flowers are dying
It's you, It's you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
If I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so.
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And if you come when all the stars are calling
If I am dead and dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
You'll kneel and say a loving prayer for me.
And I shall hear the soft tradewind above me
And all my grave will warmer sweeter be
And you will kneel and whisper that you love me
And I shall sleep in piece until you come to me...
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If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
Then maybe at the closing of your day
You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay.
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
Or to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin
And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play.
For the breezes blowing o'er the seas from Ireland
Are perfum'd by the heather as they blow
And the women in the uplands diggin' praties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know.
Oh, the strangers came and tried to teach their way
They scorn'd us just for being what we are
But they might as well go chasing after moon beams
Or light a penny candle from a star.
And if there's going to be a life hereafter
That somehow I feel sure there's going to be
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven
In that dear land across the Irish sea.
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven
In that dear land across the Irish sea...
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Come Back Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff |
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(Westendorf)
I’ll take you home again, Kathleen
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since first you were my loving bride.
The roses all have left your cheek
I watch them fade away and die
Your voice is sad when ere you speak
And tears bedim your lovely eyes.
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Oh, I will take you back, Kathleen
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green
I will take you to your home, Kathleen.
I know you love me, Kathleen, dear
Your heart was ever fond and true
I always feel when you are near
That life holds nothing, dear, but you.
The smiles that once you gave to me
I scarcely ever see them now
Though many, many times I see
A dark'ning shadow on your brow.
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Oh, I will take you back, Kathleen
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green
I will take you to your home, Kathleen...
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Cutting the Corn in Creeslough |
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(J.R. Shannon)
Over in Killarney
Many years ago
Me Mither sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty
In her good ould Irish way
And l'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.
"Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby."
Oft in dreams I wander
To that cot again
I feel her arms a-huggin' me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a -hummin'
To me as in days of yore
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.
"Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby..."
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