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The Creel
05:05
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As I roved out on a moonlit night excitement for to find,
I met on the way with a pretty little girl and I asked her to be mine.
With me tour aye ah, fodder iddle dah, me tour aye ah I'd fodder diddle dan till ine do.
"How can I get to your fathers house, how can I get to your bed?"
"Oh my father locks the door at night and the keys lie under his head".
"If you get a ladder 30 foot, 30 foot and 3,
and place it up to the chimney pot, come down in the creel to me".
So I got me a ladder thirty foot, 30 foot and 3
and placed it up to the chimney top and down in the creel came me.
But the oul one she being still awake heard something that was said.
"Ah lay me life" said the silly old wife "there's a man in me daughter's bed!"
The old man, he got out of bed for to see if it was true,
but she's pushed me down with her lily white arms and under the coverlet blue.
"Where are you going, father dear, where are you going so late?
You've disturbed me at me evening prayers and oh but they were sweet".
"But the devil take you silly old wife and an ill death may you die.
For your daughters lying with a book in her arms and she's praying for you and I".
But the oul one she being still awake when something else was said.
"You can say what you like you silly old fool, there's a man in your daughter's bed"
No rest nor peace could the old one get but she got up to see.
But her foot gave a shot to the chamber pot and into the creel fell she.
"Rise and help me, husband dear, rise and help me now.
For the one that you wished me to, I fear he has me now".
"Well the hold he's got I hope he keeps and never lets it go,
for between yourself and your daughter dear it's time for the cock to crow".
Well I rocked her up and I rocked her down and I gave her a great downfall.
Till every rib in the old woman's side made knick knack against the wall.
And so the blue, the bonny blue and may the blue do well,
and every old woman that'd refuse her daughter be a rock in the creel to hell
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2. |
The Liberty Set
03:36
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The Isla Waters
03:24
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I have friends to buy me whiskey
Bonnie friends to call my own
But if I should get too drunk for walkin'
What's the man that would carry me home?
And if I be drunk in the Isla Waters
How the deuce would I find home?
If I be drowned in the Isla Waters
My wee doggie would find me in the Isla stream
All the day I bless that water
Aye she's bright and clear to see
But after hours of ale house laughter
Dark and still she waits for me.
Like the fisher's line that's broken
Leaves the salmon to the swell
Many's the night you've had me soaken
But ye break the line yerself
All my days I've lived to court her
Baud and bonnie fine stuff I've seen
But should I drown all in your water
My wee doggie would find me in the Isla Stream.
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You hills and dales and flowery vales
That lie near the Moorlough Shore
You winds that blow through Burden's Row
Shall I ever see you more
Where the primrose grows and the violet blows
Where the trout and salmon play
With my line and hook, delight I took
To spend all my youthful days
As I roved out to meet my love
For to hear what she would say
And to see if she would pity me
Before I must go away
She said "I love an Irish lad
And he is my pride and joy
And ever since I saw his face
I have loved my sailor boy"
"Perhaps your sailor boy was lost
While crossing the raging main
Or perhaps he is gone with some other one
You might ne'er see him again"
"Well if my Irish boy is lost
He's the one I do adore
And for seven long years I will wait for him
On the banks of the Moorlough Shore."
Farewell to St. Claire's castles grand
Farewell to Holly Hill
Where the linen wefts like bleaching silk
And the purling streams run still
It was there I spent my youthful days
But alas, they are all o'er
And cruelty has banished me
Far away from the Moorlough Shore
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The Bachelor
03:34
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Ah, when I was a bachelor young and airy, hearty was I and content
I married a wife for to lie by me which causes me for to lament
When I come home both wet and weary, wet and weary do I come
Me wife's in bed 'til after eleven and the longest day in the month of June
Well, the very first year me wife I married, scarce could I get one wink of sleep
For she rubbed me shins 'til the blood did trickle, saying, 'Husband dear put down your feet'
But when that I asked her that question, it's 'Husband dear, now come, come, come'
Young women, you know, they must have pleasure, and a poor man's labour is never done
Well, the very next year me wife I married, she bore to me a loving son
And she sends me down for to rock the cradle and she gives me kisses when I'm done
If he cries, she beats and bangs me and, if he roars, I'm the first for to run
I'm away from the hearth with me brogues and me britches, a poor man's labour is never done
Well, come all ye young men, I pray take warning, be sure you choose a loving wife
Aye, and don't take home my wife's mother or she'll plague you all your life
And don't take home my wife's sister or she'll plague you even more
Ah, come and take me wife with a welcome and then me troubles will be o'er
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6. |
The Waters Set
03:46
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The Cliffs of Dooneen
03:26
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You may travel far far from your own native home
Far away oer the mountains far away oer the foam
But of all the fine places that I've ever seen,
There's none can compare with the cliffs of Dooneen
Take a view o'er the water fine sights you'll see there
You'll see the high rocky slopes on the West coast of Clare
The towns of Kilkee and Kilrush can be seen
From the high rocky slopes at The Cliffs of Dooneen
It's a nice place to be on a fine Summer's day
Watching all the wild flowers that ne'er do decay
The hare and lofty pheasant are plain to be seen
Making homes for their young round The Cliffs of Dooneen
Fare thee well to Dooneen fare thee well for a while
And to all the fine people I'm leaving behind
To the streams and the meadows where late I have been
And the high rocky slopes of The Cliffs of Dooneen
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Dark Haired Jimmy Owen
03:42
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Mainnte satin Neilidh Shéarlais ort
a Shéimidh Eoghainín Duibh
Corsaincí Tharlaigh Eamoinn ort
a Shéimidh Eoghainín Duibh
Bríste Phádraig Shéamais
'gus geansaidhHiúdaí Thaidhgín
Nár dheas a thoicfadh_an t-éideadh sin
do Shéimidh Eoghainín Duibh
A silken coat is fit for you, Dark-Haired Jimmy Owen
And silver buckles for your shoes...
Have you a linen shirt to wear, fallin' round your neck so fair
There is none who could compare with...
If we had you in the marketplace...
Where all could look upon your face...
All the girls from miles around would fight like wild cat and hound
The one you'll marry she'll be found...
If you had been in battle with us...
Before the Spaniards came upon us...
Had you been at O'Donnell's side from Corraslieve unto Kinsale
We never would have been put down...
Once when we were all united...
Before the day we were invaded...
And if the Gaels had not fallen from Cork unto Loch Erne
There would be no king of Ireland <pause> but Dark-Haired Jimmy Owen
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9. |
Three Polkas
04:14
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10. |
Bonnie Glen Logie
05:54
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There were four and twenty nobles, rode through Bantry Fair
Bonnie Glenlogie was the flower of them there
Down comes Jeanie Gordon, come trippin down the stars
She’s chosen, Glenlogie, from all that was there
Glenlogie Oh Glenlogie, oh will you prove kind
There’s a maid’s love laid on ye, and I tell you my mind
But he’s turned around lightly, like the garden’s do all
Sayin I thank you Jean Gordon, but I’m promised awa
She called for her maidens, to make her a bed
With ribbons and napkins, to tie up her hair
In comes her father, a wise man was he
Sayin I’ll wed you to Drumfedrick, he’s more gold then he
Oh hold your tongue father, that never can be
If I’ll not have Glenlogie, I surely will die
But her father’s a chaplain, a man of great skill
He’s written a letter and he’s tempered it well
A pox on you Logie, why must it be so
There’s a maid’s love laid on ye, must she die in her woe
A pox on you Logie, do you think it is kind
There’s a maid’s love laid on ye, must she die in her prime
When the Logie got the letter, he was among men
Dear me says Glenlogie, what does the young woman mean
When he got the letter, a light laugh did he
But as he read oer’it, a tear filled his eye
Saddle ye the black horse, and saddle me the brown
Or Jeanie O’Bethelnie, will be dead ‘er and gone
But the horses were not saddled not set out on the green
Before Bonnie Glenlogie, was three miles away
Pale and wan was she, when the Logie came in
But red and rose grew she, when she knew it was him
What lies your pain lady, does it lie in your side
What lies your pain lady, does it lie in your head
Oh no, no Glenlogie, you’re far from the part
The pain that lies on me, it lies in my heart
Then come down Jeanie Gordon, come down by my side
For I’ll be the bridegroom and you’ll be the bride
Oh Jeanie she’s got married, and her dowlry’s been told
Jeanie O’Bethelnie, was scarce 16 years old
Oh Bethelnie Oh Bethelnie, you shine while you stand
And the heather bells around you, shine out o’er land
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Lough Erne Shore
03:15
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One morning as I went a-fowlin',
bright Phoebus adorn-ed the plain.
It was down by the shades of Lough Erne,
I met with this wonderful dame.
Her voice was so sweet and so pleasing;
these beautiful notes she did sing.
And the innocent fowl of the forest,
their love unto her they did bring.
Well, it being the first time I met her,
my heart, it did lep with surprise.
And I thought that she could be no mortal,
but an angel that fell from the skies.
Her hair it hung down in gold tresses;
her skin was as white as the snow.
And her lips were as red as the roses
that bloom around Lough Erne shore.
When I heard that my love was eloping,
these words unto her I did say:
"Oh, take me to your habitation,
for Cupid has led me astray."
"For ever I'll keep the commandments;
they say that it is the best plan.
Fair maids who do yield to men's pleasures,
the scriptures do say they are wrong."
"Oh, Mary, don't accuse me of weakness,
for treachery I do disown.
I will make you a lady of the splendour
if with me, this night, you'll come home."
Oh, had I the lamp of great Al-addin,
his rings and his genie that's more,
I would part with them all for to gain you,
and live around Lough Erne shore.
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12. |
The Sweet Brenda Set
03:44
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13. |
Jenny Grey's Whisky
02:50
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One Sunday morn as I rode out,
Wi the road being dark and dusty O,
A friend and I stepped into an inn
For a horn o' Jenny Grey's whisky O.
And Jenny she keeps, that royal brew,
And the best of all Scots whisky too.
No cordial cure is half so pure
As a horn o' Jenny Grey's whisky O.
Now there's some that likes tae quarrel and fight,
Whenever they get frisky O,
Ah, but gie me a lass and a full flowing glass.
Of a horn o' Jenny Grey's whisky O.
So come all you misers great and small,
For your gold has gotten dusty O.
Don't sit and think, but come and drink
Of a horn o' Jenny Grey's whisky O.
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Mad Tom of Bedlam
03:39
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To see my Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I traveled
Maudlin goes on dirty toes
To save her shoes from gravel
Yet will I sing, bonny boys, the bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live in the air
They want no drink nor money
Went to Pluto's kitchen
To break me fast one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
That on the spit were turning
My staff has murdered giants
My pack a long knife carries
To cut mince pies from children's thighs
With which they feed the fairies
Just then his spirit hot as lightning
Did on the journey guide me
The sun did shake, the pale moon quaked
When e'er she did espy me
No gypsy slut nor doxy
Is gonna take me Mad Tom from me
I'll dance all night and with stars fight
A fray it shall become me
To see Mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I traveled
And Maudlin goes on dirty toes
To save her shoes from gravel
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With our nets and gear we're faring
On the wild and wasteful ocean.
Its out on the deep we harvest and reap our bread
As we hunt the bonny shoals of herring
O it was a fine and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth harbour I was faring
As a cabinboy on a sailing lugger
Out to hunt the bonny shoals of herring
Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman
You can swear and show a manly bearing
Take your turn on watch with the other fellows
As your hunting for the shoals of herring
Now we fished the Swarth and the Broken Bank
I was cook and I'd a quarter sharing
And I used to sleep standing on my feet
As we hunted for the shoals of herring
We left the homegrounds in the month of June
And for Canny Shiels we soon were bearing
With a hundred cran of the silver darlings
That we'd taken from the shoals of herring
In the stormy seas and the living gales
Just to earn your daily bread you're faring
From the Dover Straits to the Faroe Islands
As you're hunting for the shoals of herring
Well I earned my keep and I paid my way
And I earned the gear that I was wearing
Sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes
We were hunting after shoals of herring
You're net rope man now, or you're on the move
And your learing all about sea faring
That's your education scraps of navigation
As you hunt the bonnie shoals of herring
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Bay Area California based trad quartet, featuring guitar, bouzouki, mandola, fiddle, hand percussion and multi-part harmonies. See thegallowglasses.com for more information.
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