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Jacket So Blue
03:41
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A ship’s crew of sailors as you may understand
Bound for the West Indies or some foreign land
There’s one lad amongst them I wish I never knew
He’s my bonnie, bonnie sailor with a jacket so blue
The first time I saw my love he’d a spy glass in his hand
I went to talk to him but he would not stand
I went to talk to him but from me he flew
And my heart it went along with him and his jacket so blue
Says I my noble sailor I’ll buy your discharge
I’ll free you from sailing and set you at large
I’ll free you from that man-o-war if your heart does be true
And I’d never let a stain on your jacket so blue
Well said I my noble lady you’ll buy my discharge
You’ll free me from sailing and set me at large
You’ll free me from that man-o-war if my heart does be true
Ah but then what would my own lovely Scotch lassie do
For I have a lassie in my own country
And I would not slight her for her poverty
If I were to slight her then my heart wouldn’t be true
For she never left a stain on my jacket so blue
I’ll write off to Dublin to an artist of skill
And I’ll have my love’s picture drawn out in its full
And I’ll place it in my chamber quite close to my view
And I’ll say I loved a sailor with a heart that was true
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Bright Morning Star
04:11
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Bright morning star arising
Bright morning star arising
Bright morning star arising
Day is breaking in my soul
Oh where are our dear mothers
Oh where are our dear mothers
Oh where are our dear mothers
Day is breaking in my soul
They are down in the valley praying
They are down in the valley praying
They are down in the valley praying
Day is breaking in my soul
Oh where are our dear fathers
Oh where are our dear fathers
Oh where are our dear fathers
Day is breaking in my soul
They have gone to heaven shouting
They have gone to heaven shouting
They have gone to heaven shouting
Day is breaking in my soul
Bright morning stars arising
Bright morning stars arising
Bright morning stars arising
Day is breaking in my soul
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My Donald
05:11
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Oh my Donald he works upon the sea
On the waves that blow wild and free
He splices the ropes and he sets the sails
While southward he rolls to the home of the whale
And he ne'er thinks of me far behind
Nor the torments that rage in my mind
He's mine for only part of the year
And I'm left all alone with only my tears
Oh you ladies that smell of wild rose
Think you of the perfume to where the man goes
Think you of the wives and the babies that yearn
For the man ne'er returns from hunting the sperm
Oh my Donald he works upon the sea
On the waves that blow wild and free
He splices the ropes and he sets the sails
While southward he rolls to the home of the whale
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Moorlough Mary
03:46
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The first time I met my Moorlough Mary
Twas in the market of Sweet Strabane
Her killing glances were so engaging
The hearts of young men she did trepann
Her killing glances berefit my senses
Of peace or comfort either night or day
And in silent slumber I start and murmur
Oh Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away.
Now were I a man of great education
Or Erin’s Isle at my own command
I would lay my head on your snowy bosom
In wedlock bands love we’d join our hands
I would entertain you both night and morning
With robes I’d deck you, both fine and gay
And with kisses sweet I would embrace you
Oh Mary, won’t you come away.
Now I’ll away to my situation
Where my recreation is all in view
On the river Mourne where salmon sporting
The rocks re-echoing with something new
The thrush and blackbird all join in chorus
Their notes melodious on Ruskae brae.
And the sweet lough stream I would restore you
Saying Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away.
So fare thee well young Moorlough Mary
Ten thousand times I bid you adieu
While life remains in my glowing bosom
I’ll never cease love to think on you
Now I’ll away to some lonesome valley
With tears bewailing, both night and day
To some silent arbour where none can hear me
Where none can hear me
Where none can hear me
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I'm riding shotgun down the avalanche
Tumbling and falling down the avalanche
So be quiet tonight
the stars are shining bright
On this mountain of new fallen snow
And I will raise up my voice into the void
You have left me nowhere to go
And I love you so much and it's so bizarre
A mystery that goes on and on and on
This is the best thing
But the very most hard
How we don't get along
After countless appeals
We keep spinning our wheels
On this mountain of new fallen snow
I let go of the catch
And we are over the edge
You have left me nowhere to go
Sometimes you make me lose my will to live
And I just become a beacon for your soul
But the past is stronger than my will to forgive
Forgive you or myself, well I don't know
I'm riding shotgun down the avalanche
Tumbling and falling down the avalanche
So be quiet tonight be sure to step lightly
On this mountain of new fallen snow
And I will raise up my voice into the void
You have left me nowhere to go
You have left me nowhere to go
You have left me nowhere to go
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River Run
03:53
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Éirigh Suas a Stoirín
04:02
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Éirigh suas a Stóirín mura bfhuil tú do shuí
Foscail a' doras agus lig mise 'un tí
Ta buidéal im aice bhéarfas deoch
do mhnaoi an tí
A's tá súil 'gam nach ndiúltuigheann
Tú mé fa do níon
I ngleanntain na coilleadh uaigní
is lag brónach a bim
ó Dhomnach go Domhnach 's
mé ag cathamh mo shaol
'mé feitheamh gach trathnóna ce
shiúlúil 'n ród no cé thiocfadh 'n tí
'S gan duine ar an domhan mhór a thiocfadh
's thógfadh mo chroí
Nach aoibhinn don éanlaith a éiríos gach lá
‘S a luíos arís ar an aonchraoibh amháin
Ní h’é sin dom féin ‘s do mo chéad mhíle grá
Is i bhfad i bhfad ó chéile bíos ár n-éirí gach lá
Éirigh suas a Stóirín mura bfhuil tú do shuí
Foscail a' doras agus lig mise 'un tí
Ta buidéal im aice bhéarfas deoch
do mhnaoi an tí
A's tá súil 'gam nach ndiúltuigheann
Tú mé fa do níon
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Eighteen Years Old
03:26
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I'm eighteen years old today, mama, and I'm longing to be wed
So buy for me a young man to comfort me, she said
You must buy for me a young man who will stay with me all night
And I'll roll him in my arms
He'll be my heart's delight.
Ah, hold your tongue, dear daughter then
or your folds I will pull down.
Your silks and satins I will pull down,
you must wear your morning gown.
I'll send you to the meadows for to rake and mow the hay
With your pike and shaft all in your hand
You must earn your drink and take.
Ah, hold your tongue, dear daughter then,
I was forty before I wed,
Although it was late, I thought it no weight
to carry my maidenhead.
Well that may be the way with you, mama,
but it isn't the way with me,
For I'm young and airy, light and crazy
and married I long to be.
Ah, hold your tongue, dear daughter
then and I'll buy for you a man.
A man for me? Oh, mother, she said,
you must hasten, you must you can.
The sooner the better, oh mother,
she said, you must hasten a man to me
For I'm young and airy, light and contrary
And married I long to be.
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Táimse Im' Chodladh
03:38
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Tráthnóinín déanach i gcéin cois leasa dom
Táimse im' chodhladh is ná dúistear mé
Sea dhearcas lem' thaobh an spéirbhean mhaisiúil
Táimse im' chodhladh is ná dúistear mé
Ba bhachallach péarlach dréimreach barrachas
A carnfholt craobhach ag titim léi ar bhaillechrith
'S í ag caitheamh na saighead trím thaobh do chealg mé
Táimse im' chodhladh is ná dúistear mé
Is éirigí, a chlann, agus gabhaig bhur n-airm chugaibh,
Táimse im’ chodhladh is ná dúistear mé.
Is leagaigí sa tsrúil gach scrúille Sasanaigh,
Táimse im’ chodhladh is ná dúistear mé.
Mura mairfeadh ach triúir bíodh ciú ins gach bail’ agaibh
Ó Charraig na Siúire go ciumhais an Daingin thiar
Ardaigí bhur lain, tugaig fogha faoina Sasanaigh,
Táimse im’ chodhladh is ná dúistear mé.
Táimse im’ chodhladh is ná dúistear mé.
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The Shores of Lough Bran
03:31
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Sit you down, loyal comrades
Sit you down for a while
Til I spend my last hours in Erin's green isle
Come fill up your glasses and we'll drink hand in hand
For tomorrow I'll be leaving the shores of Lough Bran
There's my father and mother, you can now hear them sigh
With their tears all bewailing, it would moisten your eye
But I will assist them, please God if I can
Far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran
In the incoming morning, I will bid you adieu
To Leitrim, Drumshanboe, and sweet Carrick too
But no matter what fortune I might make far away
My thoughts shall be with you by night and by day
My thoughts shall be with you while life's course it is planned
Far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran.
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11. |
As I Roved Out
04:57
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As I roved out on a bright May morning
To view the meadows and flowers gay
Whom should I spy but my own true lover
As she sat under yon willow tree
I took off my hat and I did salute her
I did salute her most courageously
When she turned around well the tears fell from her
Saying “false young man, you have deluded me
A diamond ring I owned and I gave to you
A diamond ring to wear on your right hand
But the vows you made, sure you went and broke them
And married the lassie that had the land”
If I'd married the lassie that had the land, my love
It's that I'll rue til the day I die
When misfortune falls, sure no man can shun it
I was blindfolded I'll not deny
Now at nights when I go to my bed of slumber
The thoughts of my true love run in my mind
When I turned around to embrace my darling
Instead of gold sure it's brass I find
And I wish the Queen would call home her army
From the West Indies, Amerikay and Spain
And every man to his wedded woman
In hope that you and I will meet again
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Cara Dillon
Born in Dungiven in 1975, surrounded and infused with the rich cultural heritage of her native County Derry, Cara has risen to become one of the finest exponents of traditional Irish song anywhere in the world.
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