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Star of the County Down
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Near to Banbridge town, in the County Down, one morning in July
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so neat from her two white feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself, to make sure I was standing there
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in County Down
As she onward sped, sure I shook my head and I gazed with a feeling quare
And I said, says I to a passer-by, who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?
He smiled at me and with pride says he, that's the gem of Irelands crown
She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, she's the star of the County Down
She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly and a smile like the rose in June
And you held each note from her lily-white throat, as she lilted an Irish tune
At the pattern dance you were in trance as she tripped through a jig or reel
When her eyes she'd roll, she would lift soul as your heart she would likely steal
At the harvest fair she'll be surely there and I'll dress my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shon bright and my hat cocked right for a smile from the nut-brown Rose
No pipe I smoke, no horse I'll yoke, let my plough with the rust turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down
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I Courted a Wee Girl
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I courted a wee girl for many's the long day
And I slighted all others that came in my way
But now she's rewarded me to the last day
She has gone to be wed to another
The bride and bride's party to church, they did go
The bride, she rode foremost, she put the best show
And I followed after with a heart full of woe
To see me love wed to another
The bride and bride's party in church, they did stand
Gold rings on their fingers, a love by the hand
The man she is wed to, he has houses and land
He may have her since I couldn't gain her
The next time I saw her, she was seated down neat
I sat down beside her, not a bite could I eat
For I thought me love's company far better than meat
Since love was the cause of my ruin
The last time I saw her, she was all dressed in white
The more I gazed on her, she dazzled my sight
I lifted me hat and I bade her good night
Here's adieu to all false-hearted lovers
I courted that wee girl for many's the long day
And I slighted all others that came in my way
But now she's rewarded me to the last day
She has gone to be wed to another
So dig me a grave, and dig it down deep
And strew it all over with primrose so sweet
And lay me down easy, no more for to weep
Since love was the cause of my ruin
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Bold Doherty
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Me name is Bold Doherty from the north country
Where there's a still upon every stream
Lady, be quicker and pour me more liquor
And fill me a glass of the stronger than cream
If I had you, Molly, so pleasant and jolly
Although it's a folly to ask you at all
I'd fill up me glass with a mile to the bottom
And I'd drink to you, Molly, beside Donegal
With me fol the dol do, fol the dol do with me
Fol the dol do with me, fol the dol day
Fol the dol do, fol the dol do with me
Fol the dol do with me, fol the dol day
I've a new pair of clogs I brought home from the market
I craved an excuse to get into the town
I told me old mother the seams, they were ripped
And I needed some nails for to rivet them down
She clothed me hand with a bright bit of shilling
She thought the remainder would be her own
Saying, "When you go to town, you can buy the full nagan
But beware you bring none of your fancibles home"
When crossing the fields of me brave Enniskillen
I went into an ale-house for to take a dram
When I saw two tinkers dividing a saucepan
Although there were arguing about the ten can
One of them then made a blow at the other one
He said, "You young villain, I will take your life"
Saying, "Your saucepans are leaking and won't hold the water
Since 'ere the Bold Doherty spoke with your wife"
Oh when I got home, the door, it was bolted
I rapped up me mother for to let me in
"Be gone ore the place" was the words that she mentioned
"For inside this house you'll not enter in
You may go away to wherever you came from
For to keep you out, now I'm sure it's no sin"
Says I, "Me gay woman, you may keep your temper
'Cause I can find lodging with Nora McGlynn"
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The Black Velvet Band
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Well, in a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound
Many an hours sweet happiness, have I spent in that neat little town
A sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll down Broadway, meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid comes a tripping along the highway
She was both fair and handsome, her neck it was just like a swans
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman passing us by
Well I knew she meant the ruin of him, by the look in her roguish black eye
A goldwatch she took from his pocket and placed it right in to my hand
And the very first thing that I said was bad luck to the black velvet band
Before the judge and the jury, next morning I had to appear
The judge he says to me: "Young man, your case it is proven clear
We'll give you seven years penal servitude, to be spent faraway from the land
Far away from your friends and companions, betrayed by the black velvet band"
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Bonny Woodhall
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Down by yon green bushes near Calder's clear stream
Where me and my Annie so often have been
When the hours that flew past us, right happy were we
It was little she thought that a soldier I'd be
But it's farewell to Annie and I must away
For the King he needs soldiers and I must obey
But if providence prove kind love until I return
I will wed with my Annie near Calder's clear burn
On the fourteenth of August our regiment was lost
And a ball from the enemy our lines came across
O it struck me in the temple and the blood trickled down
I reeled and I staggered and I fell to the ground
Come here, says our captain, come here with good speed
For I fear by this bullet young Dinsmore lies dead
Two men with a stretcher did quickly prepare
And they carried me away to a hospital there
Cold water and brandy they poured out so free
They turned me all over my wounds for to see
But if I had my Annie to bind up my wounds
One kiss from her sweet lips would soon deaden the stoun
And it's when I am weary and think on lang syne
When I was a miner and wrought in the mine
O the tears they do trickle and down they do fall
Like the roses that bloom around bonnie Woodhall
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Hug Air a' Bhonaid Mhòr
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William Taylor
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I’ll sing you a song about two true lovers
From South Hampton town they came
The young man’s name was William Taylor
The young lass’ name was Sara Jane
Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae
Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae
Going to church for to get married
Sara was dressed in rich array
William knew that he loved another
So he fled and went to sea
Sara dressed in sailor’s clothing
Sailor’s clothing she put on
She’s going to find her own true lover
Far to find him she has gone.
On the ship there was a battle
She was one among the rest
Her jacket quickly fell to pieces
Sailors spied her lady dress
The captain asked what brought her here
And to him well she did say
I’m come to find my own cruel William
He left on our wedding day
If your love is William Taylor
It happens that I know him well
He’s living with a rich young lassie
In the Isle of Mann they dwell
Rise up early in the morning
And walk down by the silver strand
There you'll find your own cruel William
Walking and holding his lover’s hand
Sara rose in morning early
A brace of pistols she did command
She fired and she shot her William Taylor
With his bride at his right hand.
Then the captain was well pleased
He was well pleased by what she’d done
Soon she became a bold commander
Of the captain and his men
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Lads of the Fair
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Come, bonnie lass, lie near me, and let the brandy cheer ye
For the road from Fife to Falkirk's land is cold and wet and weary
My trade, it is the weavin' in the bonnie town o' Leven
And we'll drink a health to the farmers' dames wha'll buy our cloth the morn
You can see them all, the lads o' the fair
Lads from the Forth and the Carron water
Workin' lads and lads wi-e gear
Lads wha'd sell ye the provost's daughter
Soldiers back from the German wars
Peddlers up from the border
An' lassies wi' an eye for mair than the kye
At the trysting fair at Falkirk
Come, Georgie, hold the pony, for the path is steep and stony
An it's three long weeks from the Isle o' Skye and the beasts are thin an' bony
We'll take the last o' the silver an' buy ourselves a gill or two
An' drink to the lads wha'll buy our kye in Falkirk town the morn
Stand hear an' I'll show ye, there's the town below ye
But we'd best bide here in the barn the night, for the nightwatch dinna know ye
My brother, he's a plowman, an' I'm for the feeing now, man
An' we'll drink to the price o' the harvest corn in Falkirk town the morn
The work o' the weaver's over, likewise the days o' the drover
An' the plowboy sits on a tractor now, too high to see the clover
The workin's no stay steady, but the lads are aye still ready
To drink a health tao the working man in Falkirk town the morn
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There was a maid in her father's garden
And a gentleman, he came passing by
He stood awhile to gaze upon her
And he said, "Fair maid, would you fancy I?"
"But I'm not a lady, I'm a poor girl
A poor man's daughter of low degree
Therefore, young man, find some other sweetheart
For your servant maid I'm not fit to be
It's seven years since I had a true love
Seven more since I did him see
And seven more I will wait upon him
But if he's alive, he'll come back to me
If he's sick, I will wish him better
If he's dead, I will wish him rest
But if he's alive, I will wait upon him
He's the only young man I do love best"
"It's seven years since you had a true love
Seven more since you did him see
And seven more you will wait upon him
Perhaps that young man you ne'er will see"
He put a hand down in his pocket
His gentle fingers, they were thin and small
And up between them he pulled a gold ring
And when she saw it, she down did fall
He picked her up all in his arms
And gave her kisses most tenderly
Saying, "I'm your true love and single sailor
Who came o'er the sea for to wed with thee"
"If you're my true love and single sailor
Your gentle features, they look strange to me
But seven years makes great alterations
O'er the raging seas between you and me"
There was a maid in her father's garden
And a gentleman, he came passing by
He stood awhile to gaze upon her
And he said, "Fair maid, would you fancy I?"
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The Gallowglasses San Francisco, California
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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