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Gaelic Storm
Gaelic Storm


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Откуда Santa Monica, California, USA
Жанры Celtic Rock
Celtic
Годы 1996—н.в.
Лейблы Lost Again Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Patrick Murphy
Steve Twigger
Ryan Lacey
Peter Purvis
Jessie Burns
Бывшие участники
Shasha Zhang
Bob Banerjee
Tom Brown
Samantha Hunt
Kathleen Keane
Ellery Klein
Shep Lonsdale
Steve Wehmeyer
Brian Walsh



Альбом Gaelic Storm


Special Reserve (2003)
2003
1.
2.
3.
The Schooner Lake Set
4.
5.
6.
After Hours at McGann's
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
Titanic Set (Instrumental)
12.
13.
. . .


Come single belle and beau, Unto me pay attention.
Don't ever fall in love, It's the devil's own invention.
Once I fell in love, With a lady so bewitching;
Miss Henrietta Bell, Down in Captain Kelly's Kitchen.

(Chorus)
Toura loura lie; toura loura laddy. Toura loura lie;
toura loura laddy. Toura loura lie; toura loura laddy.
Toura loura lie; toura loura laddy.

At the age of seventeen, I was apprentice to a grocer,
Not far from Stephen's Green, where Miss Henri used to go, sir.
Her manners were so fine. She set my heart a twitchin'.
She invited me to a Courtin' in the Kitchen!

(Chorus)

Next Sunday be the day that we were to have our flare up.
I dressed meself quite gay, and I frizzed and oiled me hair up.
The captain had no wife, he had gone a fishin'.
So we kicked up our life to a hooley in her kitchen!

(Chorus)

She slipped up to her room. I says, “Good Lord Almighty!”
She came back down the stairs wearing nothing but her nighty!
With her arms around me waist she slyly hinted marriage.
When to the door in haste came Captain Kelly's carriage!

(Chorus)

Well the Captain came downstairs, though he saw me situation.
In spite of all me prayers I was marched off to the station.
For me they set no bail, though to get home I was itchen'.
And I had to tell the tale of how I came into that kitchen.
Well I swore she did invite me, though she gave a flat denial.
Forso they did indict me and I was sent for trial.
She swore I robbed the house, in spite of all me screechin'.
And I got six months hard for me courtin' in the kitchen!

. . .


Lemme tell you a little story about a man named Johnny Tarr
He was a hard drinking son of a preacher, always at the bar
Lager from the tap or shots of Paddy from the shelf
He could open his throttle and throw back a bottle as quick as the devil himself! Johnny Tarr

And the word got around that Johnny Tarr was no pretender,
From Claire to here they'd lock up the beer when Johnny went on a bender,
Down at Dickey Mack's, the Rising Sun, or at the Swan
He was drinking at seven by ten to eleven well all the booze would be gone! Johnny Tarr!

Chorus:
And even if you saw it yourself, you wouldn't believe it,
But I wouldn't trust a person like me, if I were you
Sure I wasn't there I swear I have an alibi
I heard it from a man who knows a fella who says it's true!

It was nine in the morning, on a cold and rainy night,
Johnny walked into the Castle Bar, looking to get tight
He had money in his pocket, he had whiskey in his eye,
He said: "Get up off your asses and set up your glasses, I'm drinking this place dry!"

Now all the serious boozers, they were soon broken hearted
When Johnny finished off six and he was only getting started
Guzzling down the pints, knockin' 'em back like candy,
He was lookin' alright to be drinkin' all night, then Nora brought out the brandy! Johnny Tarr!

Chorus:
And even if you saw it yourself, you wouldn't believe it,
But I wouldn't trust a person like me, if I were you
Sure I wasn't there I swear I have an alibi
I heard it from a man who knows a fella who says it's true!

Here we go Sheila!

Johnny drank the whole damn bottle, had another pint or two,
When it made no impression he started a session with Murphy's Millenium Brew
He was waiting for his pint when his face turned green;
Jesus, Johnny fell down after only fifteen!

You could have heard a pin drop, then the crowd let out a roar,
It took five Cork women to lift Johnny off the floor!
The doctor looked him over, said you'd better call the hearse:
But it's not what you're thinkin' It wasn't the drinkin' this man died of thirst! Johnny Tarr!

Chorus:
And even if you saw it yourself, you wouldn't believe it,
But I wouldn't trust a person like me, if I were you
Sure I wasn't there I swear I have an alibi
I heard it from a man who knows a fella who says it's true!

And even if you saw it yourself, you wouldn't believe it,
I wouldn't trust a person like me, if I were you
Sure I wasn't there, but I swears I has an alibi
I heard it from a man who knows a fella who says it's true!

. . .

The Schooner Lake Set

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. . .


Fare thee well to Prince's Landing Stage
Mersey River, fare thee well
well I am bound for California
but I know that I'll return someday

Chorus:
So fare thee well, my own true love
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 I have signed on the yankee sailin' ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Burgess is the captain of her
And they say that she's a floatin shame

Chorus

Oh I have sailed w/ this Burgess once before
And I think that I know him quite well
For if a man is a sailor, he can get along
If not, he's in a floating Hell

Chorus

The sun is on the harbor, love
And I wish that I could be thain
Because I know it will be some long long time
Before we see you again

. . .


We set sail at half-past morn,
looking for a new tomorrow,
don't know when we're coming home,
so we'll drink, and we'll dance,
and we'll drown our sorrow!

Weigh-hey! Hey Laddie Hey!
Weigh, hey, hey!
We'll drink the night away!

Now, I don't know what there lies in store,
but it's better than this
That's why I'm willing ,
to stake my claim on a foreign shore,
whit me spoons, and me fiddle,
and half a shlling!

Weigh-hey! Hey Laddie Hey!
Weigh, hey, hey!
We'll drink the night away!

I dreamt a place,
I know it's true
where the dolphins play and it's always sunny.
The girls are brown and the ocean blue,
less work to do,
but you make more money!

Weigh-hey! Hey Laddie Hey!
Weigh, hey, hey!
We'll drink the night away!

I must be off by morning's light,
I can hear our bo'sun's whistle blowing,
so its one more kiss,
and one more fight,
and one more song while the beer is flowing!

Weigh-hey! Hey Laddie Hey!
Weigh, hey, hey!
We'll drink the night away!

When the sky is grey,
look out to sea.
When the waves are high and the light is dying,
well raise a glass and think of me...
When I'm home again,
boys, I'll be buying!

Weigh-hey! Hey Laddie Hey!
Weigh, hey, hey!
We'll drink the night away!

Weigh-hey! Hey Laddie Hey!
Weigh, hey, hey!
We'll drink the night away!

Weigh-hey! Hey Laddie Hey!
Weigh, hey, hey!
We'll drink the night away!

Weigh-hey! Hey Laddie Hey!
Weigh, hey, hey!
We'll drink the night away!

. . .

After Hours at McGann's

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. . .


When I was five
We'd get up at four
And drive on down to the Cornwall shore
Our holidays had come at last
They came real slow and went by fast
Just one week, that's all we had
Then back to work went mom and dad
Happy to be swimmin' in the sea

The seagulls yell
You're getting near
We'd waited patiently all year
And we hadn't slept a wink all night
White faces in the morning light
I see the sea my sister cried
The seaside we'd soon be beside
Happy to be swimmin' in the sea

Down to the sand
With our bucket and our spade
Behind our yellow wind barricade
We'd bury dad up to his chin
On with our trunks we'd jump right in
'Round our waist a rubber ring
And on each arm a water wing
Happy to be swimmin' in the sea

It's so cold
And rainin' too
We'd stay all day
Till our lips turned blue
Only a week
It wasn't fair
We're on holiday, holiday, holiday
And we don't care!

In every pool
Stranded by the tide
Clams and fishes under seaweed hide
We'd catch them all in a fishing net
As close to heaven as a kid could get
We'd dream of smugglers and pirate ships
Lunch was ice cream and a bag of chips
Happy to be swimmin' in the sea

Now to kid of five
That rocky shore
Was a magical place full of tales and lore
Now the seagulls call once more to me
Hey come on back to the Cornish Sea
Now by the water by the foam
Just one more week and I'm going home
Happy to be swimmin' in the sea

. . .


Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o
Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o

(extended instrumental)

Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o
Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o

I am a weaver, a Calton weaver.
I am a brash and a roving blade.
I got silver in my britches.
And I follow a roving trade

Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o
Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o

As I walked into Glasgow city.
Nancy Whiskey I did smell.
I walked in, sat down beside her.
Seven long years I loved her well.

Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o
Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o

The more I kissed her, the more I knew her.
The more I loved her, the more she smiled.
I forgot my mother's teaching,
Nancy soon had me beguiled.

Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o
Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o

Woke up early in the mornin',
lying half way off the bed.
I tried to rise but was not able.
Nancy damn near knocked me dead.

Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o
Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o

I'll gang back to the Calton weaving;
surely make those shuttles fly.
I'll make more at the Calton weaving
than ever I did at the roving way.

Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o
Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o

all ye weavers, ye Calton weavers,
all ye weavers where e're ye be.
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey.
She'll ruin you she ruined me!

Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o
Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o

Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskaaay-o
Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o

Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskaaay-o
Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o

Whiskey whiskay Nancy whiskey
Whiskey whiskay Nancy-o

. . .


I've lived a long life
And now I'm looking back
It's the end of the road
The last stop on the track
And I smile as think of my true love once more
The light of my life
The one I adore

(Chorus)

She...she was the prize
The prettiest girl with the loveliest eyes
She...she was the prize
Shiny black hair and those lovely...lovely brown eyes

I met her one night
At the Harvest Fair dance
I longed for a whisper
I hoped for a glance
Then she turned and she smiled
And I melted away
And I knew I'd be with her 'til my dying day

(Repeat chorus)

We lay on the cliffs and we walked hand in hand
We threw stones in the waves
We drew hearts in the sand
Without warning clouds rolled in and blackened the sun
And when they roled out
My light, she was gone

(Repeat chorus)

I've shed all my tears
And I've said my good-byes
Now I'll lay myself down
Where my pretty girl lies
And when I awake
I'll be on earth no more
I'll be dancing a jig with the girl adore

(Repeat chorus)

. . .


I'll tell you a story that happened to meOne day as I went down to Youghal by the SeaThe sun it was bright and the day it was warmSays I, "A quiet pint wouldn't do me no harm"
I went to the barman, I says, "Give me a stout"Says the barman, "I'm sorry all the beer tis sold outTry whiskey or vodka, ten years in the wood"Says I, "I'll try cider, I heard that it's good"
Oh never, oh never, oh never againIf I live to a hundred or a hundred and tenI fell to the ground and I couldn't get upAfter drinking a pint of the Johnny Jump Up
After lowering the third I headed straight for the yardWhere I bumped into Brophy the big civic guard"Come here to me boy don't you know we're in the law"Well I upped with my fist and I shot to his jaw
Fell to the ground with his knees crumpled upT'wasnt I hit him t'was the johnny jumpAnd the next thing I met down in Youghal by the SeaWas a cripple on crutches, and says he to me
"I'm afraid o' me life I'll be hit by a carWould you help me across to the Railwayman's Bar"And after three pints of that cider so sweetHe threw down his crutches and he danced on his feet

Oh never, oh never, oh never againIf I live to a hundred or a hundred and tenI fell to the ground and I couldn't get upAfter drinking a pint of the Johnny Jump Up
Now I went up the Lee Road a friend for to seeThey call it the Madhouse in Cork by the LeeBut when I got up there, the truth I do to tellThey had the poor bugger locked up in his cell
Says the guard testing him, "Say these words if you can'Around the rugged rocks the ragged rascal ran'""Tell them I'm not crazy, tell them I'm not madT'was only six pints of that cider I had"
Now a man died in the Union by the name of McNabbThey washed him and laid him outside on a slabAnd after the coroner his measurements did takeHis wife took him home to a bloody fine wake
'Twas about twelve o'clock and the beer it was highThe corpse he sat up and he says with a sighI can't get to heaven, they won't let me up'Til I bring them a pint of the Johnny Jump Up
Oh never, oh never, oh never againIf I live to a hundred or a hundred and ten'Cause I fell to the ground and I couldn't get upAfter drinking a pint of the Johnny Jump Up(2x)

. . .

Titanic Set

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. . .


CHORUS: I'll tell me ma when I go home,
the boys won't leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair, they stole me comb,
but that's alright when i go home.
She is handsome, she is prety,
she's the belle of belfast city,
She is a courting. One. Two. Three
Please won't you tell me who is she?

Now Albert Mooney says he loves her,
all the boys are fighting for her.
Knocking on the door and ringing on the bell,
saying:"Oh my true love, are you well?"
Down she comes as white as snow
with rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Old Johnny Murphy says she'll die
if she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and the hail come high,
and the snow come shoveling from the sky.
She's as nice as apple pie,
she'll get her own lad by and by!
When she gets a lad of her own
she won't tell her ma when she comes home.
Let them all come as they will
but it's Patrick Murphy she loves still!

. . .


Well I'm a little beggarman, I am a beggarman,
I'm a little beggar-beggarman, I am a beggar man X

Well I'm a little beggarman and begging I have been
for three score or more on this little isle of green.
And I'm known from the Liffey from the basement to the zoo,
And I'm known by the name of old Johnny Dhu.

Of all the trades that's goin' the beggin' is the best,
For when a man is tired he can sit down and rest
He can beg for his dinner, he's nothing else to do
When he comes around the corner with his old rig-a-doo.

And I met a little flaxy-haired girl one day
'Well good morning' little flaxy-haired girl,' did I say,
'Well good mornin' little beggarman, how do you do,
with your rags and your bags and your old rig-a-doo.'
I'll buy a pair of leggings and a collar and a tie,
And a nice young lady I will fetch by and by.
I'll buy a pair of goggles and I'll color them blue
And an old fashioned lady I will make of her too.

I've got the sky,
I've got the road.
I've got the sky...
The world is my home.

I'm a little beggarman, I am a beggar man,
And I slept way down, in a barn at Caurabawn
A wet night came on and I slept 'till the dawn
With holes in the roof and the rain coming through
And the rats and the cats, they were playing peek-a-boo
When who should awaken but the woman of the house
With her white spotty apron and her calico blouse
She began to frighten and I said "Boo!
Ah, don't be afraid ma'am it's only Johnny Dhu."

Die di die di diddle diddle dum
Di die di die di diddle diddle dum.
Diddle dum di diddle diddle dum.

I've got the sky,
I've got the road.
I've got the sky...
The world is my home.

And it's over the fields with my pack on my back
And over the fields with my great heavy sack
With the holes in my shoes and my toes peeping through
Singing skinny-me-rink a doodle o for old Johnny Dhu
I must be going to bed for it's getting late at night
When the fire's all raked and out goes the light
Now you've heard the story of me old rig-a-doo
It's goodnight and God be with you from old Johnny Dhu.

. . .


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