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Dance to Your Daddy
03:02
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Dance to your daddy, my little laddie
Dance to you daddy, my little man
Thou shalt have a fish and thou shalt have a fin
Thou shalt have a coddling when the boat comes in
Thou shalt have a haddock baked in a pan
Dance to your daddy, my little man
Cone here me little chappy, now I’ll smoke me ‘backy
Let’s have a bit of cracky ‘til your mammy’s in
Dance to your daddy, sing to your mammy
Dance to you daddy, ‘til the boat comes in
Who shall have a fishy on a little dishy
Who shall have a fishy when the boat comes in
When thou art a man and come to take a wife
Thou shall have a lass and love her all your life
(Thou shalt have a family)
She shall be your lass and thou shalt be her man
Dance to your daddy, my little man
Here’s your mother coming like a canny woman
Yonder comes your father, drunk, he cannot stand
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Greenwood Laddie
06:18
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‘Twas down in yon bower I spent many’s the long hour
A-counting each flower by yon clear winding shore
It was his stolen kisses proved my fondest wishes
He’ll be my greenwood laddie ‘til time is no more
Oh, have you seen my dearest, and his eyes shine the clearest
His lips like the red blood that’s new dropped in snow
He’s neat, tall, and slender, and his hands soft and tender
He’ll be my greenwood laddie wherever he goes
My parents, my dearest, they treat you with scorn
Because you have no riches wrapped up in great store
But the more that they slight you, sure the more I’ll invite you
To be my greenwood laddie and the one I adore
Oh, had I the wealth of the East or West Indies
Or had I the gold of the African shore
Or could I gain thousands, I would lie by you nightly
You’d be my greenwood laddie ‘til time is no more
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A gentleman was passing by, he asked for a drink as he got dry
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
Me cup is full up to the brim, if I were to stoop I might fall in
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
If your true love was passing by, you’d fill him a drink as he got dry
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
She swore by grass, she swore by corn that her true love had never been born
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
He said, young maid, you’re swearing wrong, for six fine children you have born
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
If you be a man of noble fame, you’ll tell to me the father of them
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
There’s two of them by your Uncle Dan
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
Another two by your brother John
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
Another two by your father dear
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
If you be a man of noble esteem, you’ll tell to me what did happen to them
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
There’s two buried ‘neath the stable door
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
Another two near the kitchen door
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
Another two buried ‘neath the well
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
If you be a son of noble fame, you’ll tell to me what’ll happen meself
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
You’ll be seven years a-ringing the bell
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
You’ll be seven more a-burning in hell
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
I’ll be seven years a-ringing the bell
But the lord about may save me soul from burning in hell
At the well below the valley-oh
Green grows the lily-oh, right among the bushes-oh
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Ma Bháile Bheag
02:50
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D’ith mi gliomach, agus balach ur, cabair dubh as an ruis
Ach an rud is deise a tarloch domh, na beadh ag ithe bradan ar taobh an t-sliabh
Bhi mé thar saile, go go tiora nua go bháile bheag, is cathair mór
An aith is deise da bhi me ariabh, na mo bhaile beag at tiabh an t-sliabh
Is cuma cé an ait insa domhan mór, ta se liom i mo croí
Í gConnamara atá mo baile beag, an Airdmoir is ainm deidh
An rud is fearr a tarloch dom, na beadh ag sabhailt móin ar taobh an t-sliabh
Ná brea an saol i gan brón, bead ag ithe brodain agus casadh ceol
Ach an rud is fear a tarloch dom, na beadh ag suil casain at taobh an t-sliabh
An aith is deise da bhi me ariabh, na mo bhaile beag at tiabh an t-sliabh
Is cuma cé an ait insa domhan mór, ta se sliom i mo croí
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Dark Stranger's Ceili
03:22
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I am a figment of a temporary fancy
A singing swan, a child of Lir in flight
That must be the reason that still I curse the dawning
Will you dance this set with me just for tonight?
Step into the ring for just a moment
The craic is good and no one here knows my face
Identity dissolves within the circle
For words that must not be spoken, only vibes replace
Kind reverence in a flute so lofty and liquid
And rhythm like the beating of a heart
Simulates the warning sound of thunder in the distance
And when it stops, the pulse is torn apart
Oh, heart's delight, this is both curse and blessing
I can see it swiftly coming on, too mesmerized to fight
Like two golden headlights in the road upon me
Hawk's eyes on a paralyzed rabbit in the night
Sometimes our ambitions only lead us to confusion
There are things we would attain at any cost
And when our virtues finally tear us from the clutches of delusion
There are tales we leave unspoken, and borders we don't cross
They always warned me, be careful what you wish for
Not knowing inspiration could do ill
And later someone cursed me, may you get just what you wish for
If I cannot have a way, I have a will
This happens for a cause beyond my knowing
Just dance with me tonight and leave your reasoning behind
The rhythm underlying stops come morning
From then we live forever with our differences in kind
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In Connemara
06:11
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In Connemara, as I went walking one day
I sat on the rocks and I watched the young girls at their play
But they spoke in a tongue, it was all so strange unto me
For ‘twas Gaelic they spoke as they laughed and played by the sea
Ah, but who’s going to hear them, and who’s going to tell them well done
And who will rejoice in the Gaelic as our native tongue
So beware, little girls, you’re the only white sheep in the fold
And the language of England may be yours before you’re too old
They tell us forgive and forget, that time is long gone
Most of Ireland is our now, most Englishmen in their own home
But it’s hard to forget when those pretty voices I hear
Speak the language of Erin that’s all so strange to my ear
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Stone Whispers
05:43
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There was no more path to follow as the rusty sun dissolved into the land
But I kept on walking, trying to catch the moon before it got too high
Like a piper to a child, it led me deeper on
‘Til it kissed a silhouette against the sky
So I joined the sacred circle, and the giant stones stood round me from before
I thought I heard a whisper, but the shadows danced too much for me to see
I found my hand extending to caress the blue stone cold
And my touch unlocked the centuries like a key
Chorus: And I was flying, flying through the ages of the stone
And I was dancing, dancing to the rhythms of my soul
And I was singing, singing for the seeds of life I’d sown
And I was praying that the Goddess would renew and make us whole
Now I stood in robes of linen, and a fire danced on the faces from before
But these were no specters, I knew the words and knew the reasons why
I called upon the power, I called upon the land
I called upon the winds to purify (Chorus)
I awoke on morrow’s morning in a misty shroud obscuring long before
Had I just been dreaming, or was I caught up in the magic of the stone
As I left them far behind me, I smiled and hummed along
With the whispers of the voices I had known (Chorus)
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Handsome Cabin Boy
03:42
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Oh, it’s of a pretty female, as you will understand
Her mind being bent on rambling unto some foreign land
She dressed herself in men’s attire, or so it did appear
And she hired with a sea captain to serve him for a year
Now the captain’s wife, she being on board, she seemed in great joy
To think her husband had employed such a handsome cabin boy
And now and then she’d slip him a kiss, and she would have like to toy
But t’was the captain found out the secret of this handsome cabin boy
T’was in the Bay of Biscay our gallant ship did plow
One night among the sailors was a fearful, flurrying row
They tumbled up from their hammocks, their sleep it did destroy
And they swore about the groaning of the handsome cabin boy
Oh, doctor, oh doctor, this cabin boy did cry
Me time has come, I am undone, and surely I will die
The doctor he came a-running and a-smiling at the fun
For to think a sailor lad should have a daughter or a son
Now the sailors when they saw the joke, well, they all did stand and stare
This baby belonged to none of them, they solemnly did swear
The captain’s wife, she says to him, my dear, I wish you joy
‘Cause it’s either you or me betrayed this handsome cabin boy
So each one took his touch of rum and they drank success to trade
And likewise to the cabin boy who was neither man nor maid
Here’s hoping the wars don’t rise again, our sailors to destroy
And here’s hoping for a jolly lot more like the handsome cabin boy!
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Humors of El Pueblo
03:02
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Up a Winding River
02:11
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Up a winding river, and in by Innisvaddy
Annie’s got a baby that hasn’t got a daddy
And who the baby’s father is, Annie never says
But some say it’s Thomas’s, and some say it’s Shay’s
Up a winding river, the bonnie wee baby
Is fondled and cuddled close by Innisvaddy’s Annie
And some say it’s Thomas’s, and some say it’s Shay’s
But nobody expected it with Annie’s quiet ways
Up a winding river, the country folks are kind
And who the baby’s father is, they don’t much mind
But oh, the babe at Annie’s breast, the love in Annie’s eye
It makes me wish with all my heart the lucky lad was I
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Hot Asphalt
03:45
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Well, it’s likely gone six months ago since I came to Dublin town
To join a gang of laboring men who laid the asphalt down
But now I wear a gansey and around me waist a belt
I’m a gaffer of the boys who make the hot asphalt
Chorus: Well, you may talk about your soldiers and your sailors and the rest
Your tailors and your shoemakers who please the ladies best
But the devil’s a-one of them has got the greasy hearts to melt
Like the boys around the boiler making the hot asphalt
Well, one day a copper comes up to me and he says to me, Maguire
Would you kindly let me warm myself around your boiling fire?
So he turned around to the boiler and upon the edge he knelt
And he toppled right into the boiler full of the hot asphalt (Chorus)
Well, we quickly pulled him out of it, and we put him in a tub
And with soap and lots of heated water we did rub and scrub
But a devil a-bit of tar came off, it was stuck on just like stone
And every time we gave a rub, you could hear the poor man groan (Chorus)
With the boiling and the wetting, he caught as blooming cold
And for scientific purposes his body has been sold
Inside the National Museum now, he’s hanging by the belt
As and example of the dire effects of the hot asphalt (Chorus)
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Arrane Oie Vie
00:44
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Te traa goll thie, as goll dy lhie
Ta’n stoyll ta foym greinnagh mee roym
Te signal dooin dy ghleashagh
Te tayrn dys traa ny lhiabbagh
My ghuillyn vie, shegin dooin goll thie
Ta’n dooid cheet er y chiollagh
Te geginagh shin dy gholl dy lhie
Te bunnys traa dy ghraa, Oie Vie
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