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Newry Boat Song
03:23
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He’s gone, he’s gone, my lover’s gone
And left me broken-hearted.
Gur h-e mo ghille dubh-dhonn / He is my dark brown lad
Gur tù mo chuilean runach / You are my beloved darling
Gur h-e mo ghille dubh-dhonn / He is my dark brown lad
Dónal Donn the people say
You’ve married down in Newry.
Gur h-e mo ghille dubh-dhonn / He is my dark brown lad
Gur tù mo chuilean runach / You are my beloved darling
Gur h-e mo ghille dubh-dhonn / He is my dark brown lad
I would rather have you, Dónal,
Than the gold of Princes.
Gur h-e mo ghille dubh-dhonn / He is my dark brown lad
Gur tù mo chuilean runach / You are my beloved darling
Gur h-e mo ghille dubh-dhonn / He is my dark brown lad
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2. |
Dúlamán
02:45
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A'níon mhín ó sin anall na fir shúirí / Dear daughter, here come the courtin’ men,
A mháithair mhín ó cuir na roithléan go dtí mé / Dear mother, bring me my spinning wheel.
Curfá:
Dúlamán na binne buí / Seaweed of the yellow cliffs
Dúlamán Gaelach / Irish/Gaelic seaweed
Dúlamán na binne buí / Seaweed of the yellow cliffs
Dúlamán Gaelach / Irish/Gaelic seaweed
Tá ceann buí óir arsa an dúlamán gaelach / A golden head on the Irish seaweed man
Tá dhá chluais mhaol arsa an dúlamán gaelach / Two bald ears on the Irish seaweed man
Curfá
“Rachaimid 'un an Iúr leis an dúlamán gaelach" / “We’ll go to Newry with the Irish seaweed,”
“Ceannóimid bróga daora” arsa an dúlamán gaelach / “We’ll buy expensive shoes” says the seaweed man
Curfá
Bróga breaca dubha arsa an dúlamán gaelach / Black shoes on the Irish seaweed man
Tá bearéad agus triús arsa an dúlamán gaelach / A cap and trousers on the Irish seaweed man
Curfá
Caidé thug tú 'na tíre? arsa an dúlamán gaelach / “What did you bring from the land? said the Irish seaweed
Ag súirí le do níon arsa an dúlamán maorach / “Courting with your daughter”, said the seaweed man
Chan fhaigheann tú mo ‘níon arsa an dúlamán gaelach / “You’re not taking my daughter,” said the seaweed
Bheul, fuadóidh mé liom í arsa an dúlamán maorach / “Well, I’ll take her away with me,” said the seaweed man
Curfá
Dúlamán na binne buí, Dúlamán a' tsleibhe / Seaweed of the yellow cliff, seaweed of the mountain
Dúlamán na farraige, Is dúlamán a' deididh / Seaweed of the ocean, and seaweed of the tooth
Curfá
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3. |
The Blacksmith
03:17
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A blacksmith courted me
Nine months and better
He fairly won my heart
Wrote me a letter.
With his hammer in his hand
He looked so clever
And if I was with him now
I would live forever.
But where is my love gone
With his cheeks like roses
And his good black Billycock on
Decked around with primroses.
I fear the shining sun
May burn and scorch his beauty
And if I was with my love
I would do my duty.
Strange news is come to town
Strange news is carried
Strange news flies up and down
That my love is married.
I wish them both much joy
Though they can't hear me
And may God reward him well
For the slighting of me.
Don't you remember when
You lay beside me
And you said you'd marry me
And not deny me.
If I said I'd marry you
It was only for to try you
So bring your witness love
And I'll not deny you.
No, witness have I none
Save God Almighty
And may he reward you well
For the slighting of me.
Her lips grew pale and wan
It made a poor heart tremble
To think she loved a one
And he proved deceitful.
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Ar a dhul go Báile Átha Cliath domh,
an chéad lá den tseachtain
Casadh cailín óg domh
Dtug mé mor-chíon is taitneamh
D'fhiafair sí i nglór ciúin domh
"Cá gcónaíonn tú, a shearch-rúin?"
Is i dTuaifín atá mo lóistín,
Is m'áit chónaí le fada."
Céist agam féin ort
Ó's tú is deireanaí d'fhág a'bhalile
Cad é mar atá do chéile?
Nó an féidir go maireann?
Tá sí tinn tréith-lag
i bhfiabhras na leapa
agus mise le trí réithe
ag na liaibh a' mo chreachú
Cé'r mhiste duit féin í
Dá dtéideadh sí faoi thalamh?
Gheofá bean is spré léi
Dúiche shaor agus fearann
Bheadh airgead i do phócaí
agus ór buí le scapadh
agus Maighre an chúil ór-bhuí
le bheith a' cóiriú do leapa
Annir na ndual buí
ná hiarr thusa mo mhealladh
Ta muirnín lag ór orm
Is ní h-áil uaim á scapadh
Níl airgead i mo phócaí
Nó ór buí le scapadh
Nó aon cailín ór
le bheith ag cóiriú mo leapa
On my way to Dublin
On the first day of the week
I met a young girl
Who delighted my eye
Softly she asked,
"Where do you bide, my darling?"
"My lodgings are in Tuaifín,
It's been my home this long time."
"I've a question for you
Since you've lately left home
How is your wife,
Or could it be she's died?"
"She is sick and feeble
In bed with a fever
And me these nine months
Being fleeced by the doctors."
"Why should you care
If she were underground?
You'd get a dowried woman
With free estate and land,
You'd have money in your pockets
And yellow gold to squander
And a lovely young maiden
To smooth over your pillow.
"My beautiful fair one,
Don't try to allure me,
I've a weak young family
and I don't won't abandon them,
There will be no money in my pockets
Nor yellow gold to squander
Nor any young girl
To smooth over my pillow."
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Jenny Black's Hill
03:09
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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, Upon the lough
(A silhouette)
Upon the lough, Upon the lough,
(So still and wet)
And so they talk, And so they talk
(We’ll get her yet)
So they talk, So they talk.
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, Upon the lough,
(A silhouette)
Upon the lough, Upon the lough,
(So still and wet)
And so they talk, And so they talk,
(We’ll get her yet)
So they talk, So they talk
Upon the lough, Upon the lough
Upon the lough, Upon the lough,
(A silhouette)
Upon the lough, Upon the lough,
(So still and wet)
And so they talk, And so they talk
(We’ll get her yet)
So they talk, So they talk
Upon the lough, Upon the lough,
Upon the lough, Upon the lough,
So they talk, So they talk
So they talk, So they talk
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6. |
County Down
03:55
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When you're out walking, and there's no one near you
But a voice keeps calling and you hear your name
It's not the leaves or the whispering breezes,
It's me that's calling you back again.
Oh can you hear me? Oh can you hear me,
As you roam through lonely London town?
When evening's falling you'll hear me calling,
"Come on home to the County Down"
Do you remember the fiddlers playing,
The songs and stories the whole night long?
'Tis little then that you thought of leaving,
It seems so strange now that you are gone.
Oh can you hear me? Oh can you hear me,
As you roam through lonely London town?
When evening's falling you'll hear me calling,
"Come on home to the County Down"
The fish are dancing on Clanrye River,
The teams are sporting in old Glenvale.
My heart no longer can lead the cheering,
When you're not playing, it's a different game.
Oh can you hear me? Oh can you hear me,
As you roam through lonely London town?
When evening's falling you'll hear me calling,
"Come on home to the County Down"
I'm always dreaming that things are changing,
And that they're building a factory tall.
And young ones needed again in Newry,
But I still need you the most of all.
Oh can you hear me? Oh can you hear me,
As you roam through lonely London town?
When evening's falling you'll hear me calling,
"Come on home to the County Down"
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7. |
Bonny Portmore
03:09
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O Bonny Portmore, I am sorry to see
Such a woeful destruction of your ornament tree
For it stood on your shore for many's the long day
Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away.
O Bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand
And the more I think on you the more I think long
If I had you now as I had once before
All the lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore.
O 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 once before
All the Lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore.
All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep
Saying, "Where will we shelter or where will we sleep?"
For the Oak and the Ash, they are all cut down
And the walls of bonny Portmore are fell to the ground.
O Bonny Portmore, I am sorry to see
Such a woeful destruction of your ornament tree.
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8. |
The Woodsman
03:18
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Lowly woodsman
By the lonely bend,
Snow came a-blowin' in
No shelter for the wren.
Lonely woodsman
On me his life depends
Out of his depth again,
Such a peaceful way to end.
Cuz a wronged woman am I
Left in the cold long ago…
Whispers on the wind
Tell what I have done,
History's no womans' game
But I will have my fun.
Time lost His grip on me
When I embraced everyone...
Snow cast her spell on me
I am all and I am none...
Cuz a wronged woman am I
Left in the cold long ago,
I arise with the fall of the snow
But I go with nobody but my own.
A wronged woman am I
Lost to the snow long ago,
I bring now the revenge of the cold
On every man I've ever known.
Yuki-Onna
Yuki-Onna
Yuki-Onna
Ahhh
A wronged woman am I
Left in the cold long ago,
I arise with the fall of the snow
But I go with nobody but my own.
A wronged woman am I
Lost to the snow long ago,
I bring now the revenge of the cold
On every man I've ever known.
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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,
Skin pale and clear
But he sheds no tear
He will hang at the dawn
As night comes on the curtain’s drawn
(She is gone)
The final scene at Gallow’s Green
(Cailín Bán)
He will hang at the dawn
He will hang at the dawn
Cailín Bán…
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10. |
Gaol Ise Gaol I
02:57
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Hu ri rì o hù o
Ro-ho ì o hì o
Hu ri rì o hù o
Ro-ho ì o hì o
Gaol ise, gaol I / My love is she
E ho hù o hù o…
Gaol air Anna ni’n Nill / Love for Anna, daughter of Neil
E ho hù o hù o…
Mi torrach, mi trom / I am pregnant, I am heavy (with child)
E ho hù o hù o…
Chan ann le balach mo throm / Not by some ordinary lad is my pregnancy
E ho hù o hù o…
Ach leis an lasgaire dhonn / But by the dark-haired lad
E ho hù o hù o…
Mac fir Bhalie nan Long / Son of the Laird of the ships
E ho hù o hù o…
Leis an èireadh na suinn / With whom warriors would rise
E ho hù o hù o…
Mi dualach mi donn / My hair, curly and brown
E ho hù o hù o…
Me gor bior-shùileach, binn / Keen my eyes, sweet my voice
E ho hù o hù o…
Mi mar smeòraich an craoibh’ / Like a thrush of the branch
E ho hù o hù o…
Mi mar chuthaig an coill’ / Like a cuckoo of the wood
E ho hù o hù o…
Mi cuimir ’s mi cruinn / I am well-proportioned and curvy
E ho hù o hù o…
Gaol ise gaol I / My love is she
E ho hù o hù o…
Gaol air Anna ni’n Nill / Love for Anna of Neil
E ho hù o hù o…
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11. |
Rebel Song
04:10
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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, sure 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…
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12. |
Ay Waukin O
02:21
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Summer's a pleasant time,
Flowers of every colour.
The water runs over the heugh,
and I long for my true lover.
Ay Waukin O
Waukin, still and weary
Sleep I can get none
for thinking o' my dearie
When I sleep, I dream
When I wake, I'm eerie
Sleep I can get none
for thinking o' my dearie.
Aye Waukin O
Waukin, still and weary
Sleep I can get none
for thinking o' my dearie
Lonely night comes on,
All the lave are sleepin'
as I think on my bonny lad
and I blur my eyes wi' weepin’.
Aye Waukin O
Waukin, still and weary
Sleep I can get none
for thinking o' my dearie
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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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