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he was rich, she was poor all her life
but he chose this peasant girl for his wife
what a night when they married!
their love once was bright
but slowly it died
feet so light for that she could roam
breast as white as Shannon's foam
she loved him best, her heart was stolen
now never to rest, drifting west
Ellie's always alone
hang at the dawn
as night comes on, the curtain's drawn
the final scene at Gallow's Green
another girl took his fancy one day
so he had to have his wife put away
on a boat his brother brought her
to batter her, throw her down
into the river below
he will hang at the dawn
as night comes on, the curtain's drawn
the final scene at Gallow's Green
he will hang at the dawn
found at the weir
her skin pale and clear
but he shed no tear
he will hang at the dawn
as night comes on, the curtain's drawn (and she is gone)
the final scene at Gallow's Green (Cailín Bán)
he will hang at the dawn
he he will hang at the dawn (Cailín Bán)
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gentle mist rolls out the bay,
velvet grey,
Jenny sets her sights
by the spotlight of the moon
hunted like a witch from hell,
she cast a spell
clapped her palms and screamed
until the curse was cast
on Jenny Black's Hill
upon the lough, a silhouette
upon the lough, so still and wet
and so they talk: "we'll get her yet!"
to this day, she roams the fields.
away she steals!
that name still lingers on our ears
despite the passing of the years
upon the lough, a silhouette
upon the lough, so still and wet
and so they talk: "we'll get her yet!"
upon the lough
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Bonny Portmore [LIVE]
02:58
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oh, Bonny Portmore,
I am sorry for to see
the woeful destruction
of your Ornament Tree
you stood on these shores
for many's the long day
'til the long boats of Antrim
came to float you away
oh, Bonny Portmore,
you shine where you stand
and the more I think on you,
the more I think long.
but if I had you now
as I had you before
the Lord of old England
could not purchase Portmore
oh, the birds in the forest,
they bitterly weep,
crying, "Where can I shelter
and where can I sleep?"
the oak and the ash
have all been cut down
and the walls of Bonny Portmore
are fell to the ground.
oh, Bonny Portmore,
I am sorry for to see
the woeful destruction
of your Ornament Tree
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oh, my name it is nothing,
my age it means less,
the country I come from
is caught in distress
its name is disputed
it depends when you've cried
but the smoke at the border,
it blows on both sides
on all these young rebels,
this irony is lost
a beauty born terrible
and worse was the cost
looking up at the stars,
do they see flags that fly?
laying there in the graveyards
with God on their side
with the speed of a flame,
we are caught in the patriot game
by the rivers and siocs
where the singing birds flew
the frontier is creeping
into our view
and it soon won't be long
before lies are exchanged
and the people will fight instead of complain
with the speed of a flame,
we are caught in the patriot game
we are caught in the patriot game
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TRÚ
The trú was a mythological trio of poet-musicians in ancient Ulster. They were revered throughout Ireland, some believing
their songs and stories came to them from the future. Others maintained that the trú were possessed by spirits during performance. As such, they were considered gatekeepers to the Otherworld.
New album 'Eternity Near' out September 8th.
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