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St. Patrick's day

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~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Mar 2009 16:31

By the lonely prison wall.
I heard a young girl calling.
Michael, they are taking you away, for you
stole Trevelyn's corn
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prisonship lies waiting in the bay.

(Chorus)
Low lie, the Fields of Athenry, where
once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing.
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling.
Nothing matters Mary when you're free,
Against the Famine and the Crown
I rebelled, they ran me down.
Now you must raise our child with dignity.

(Chorus repeat)

By a lonely harbour wall
She watched the last star falling.
And that prison ship sailed out against the sky.
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray,
for her love in Botany Bay.
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry

~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Mar 2009 16:29




An Irish Country Home

In an Irish country home, One evening long ago
Sat an old man and his little daughter Nell
Said the girl with Irish glee, as she played upon his knee
You promised me a story you would tell

"Come tell me of the past. Of my mother dear." she asked
Come tell me how she used to look she cried
Answering Nell the old man said, as he slowly bent his head
Tears were in his eyes, he then replied

She was sweeter than the blossoms on the clover
She was fairer than the evening sunset glow
But I never will forget how much I loved her
When your mother took my name long long ago
We were married she and I, and in every way we tried
To make our house a home of happiness
'Til a bright septembers morn, on the day that you were born
God took her to a brighter home above

Chorus
In an Irish country home, one evening long ago
Sat an old man and his little daughter Nell
Though the best of friends must part
She was dearer to my heart
For your mother was the only one I love
For your mother was the only one I love

Chorus

~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Mar 2009 16:24

we all have so much heritage Bob x

~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Mar 2009 16:23

In the twilight glow I see her
Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain.
As we kissed good-bye and parted,
I knew we'd never meet again.

Love is like a dying ember.
Where only memories remain.
Through the ages I'll remember-
Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain.

Now my hair has turned to silver.
All my life I've loved in vain.
I can see her star in heaven.
Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain.

Someday when we meet up yonder,
We'll stroll hand in hand again.
In a land that knows no parting-
Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain.

BOBBIE

BOBBIE Report 15 Mar 2009 16:13

it makes me proud that me great grandparents came from ireland
us english dont seem to have any proud songs to sing

~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Mar 2009 14:43

On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her.
She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover.

We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides,
We had four million barrels of bones.
We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs,
Seven million barrels of porter.
We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails,
In the hold of the Irish Rover.

There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for his set
He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk
As he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
And he sailed in the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost it's way in a fog.
And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two,
Just meself and the captain's old dog.
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover


~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Mar 2009 14:35

Thank Rita its good to embrace and celebrate heritage x

~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Mar 2009 14:13

Did your mother come from Ireland 'cause there's something in you Irish
Will you tell me where you get those Irish eyes
And before she left Killarney did your mother kiss the Blarney
'Cause your little touch of brogue you can't disguise.

Oh, I wouldn't be romancin' I can almost see you dancin'
While the Kerry pipers play
Sure and maybe we'll be sharin' in the shamrock you'll be wearin'
On the next St. Patrick's Day.
Did your mother come from Ireland 'cause there's something in you Irish
And that bit of Irish steals my heart away.

--- Instrumental ---

And that bit of Irish steals my heart away...

~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Mar 2009 14:02

My Wild Irish Rose

If you listen, I'll sing you a sweet little song
Of a flower that's now drooped and dead,
Yet dearer to me, yes, than all of its mates
Tho' each holds aloft its proud head.
T'was given to me by a girl that I know,
Since we've met, faith, I've known no repose,
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star,
And I call her my wild Irish Rose.

Refrain:

My wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flow'r that grows,
You may search ev'rywhere
But none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flow'r that grows
And some day for my sake, she may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose.

They may sing of their roses which, by other names,
Would smell just as sweetly, they say,
But I know that my Rose would never consent
To have that sweet name taken away.
Her glances are shy whene'er I pass by
The bower, where my true love grows;
And my one wish has been that some day I may win
The heart of my wild Irish Rose.

~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Mar 2009 13:18

Hi May nice to meet you x

MayBlossomEmpressofSpring

MayBlossomEmpressofSpring Report 15 Mar 2009 13:06

nudging up for all of Irish decent. the world over,

~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Mar 2009 12:42

*passes Kim some Irish stew ~ proper laced with special brew* ~ knock your ed' off to be sure!

KimTheOrrible

KimTheOrrible Report 15 Mar 2009 12:39

PMSL..Love It!!

xxx

~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Mar 2009 12:35

heres a song for you Kim ~ tis Donal O'Shaughnessy:

Come single belle and beau unto me pay attention
don’t ever fall in love it’s the Devil’s own invention
for once I fell in love with a maiden do bewitchin’
Miss Henrietta Bell down in Captain Kelly’s kitchen

CHORUS

singin’ too ra loo ra la
singin’ too ra loo ra laddie
singin’ too ra loo ra la
singin’ too ra loo ra laddie

At the age of seventten I was ‘prenticed by a grocer
down on Steven’s Green where Miss Henry used to go sit
her manners were sublime she set my heart a twitchin’
then she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen CHORUS

now Sunday being the day we were to have the flare up
I dressed myself quite gay and I frizzed and oiled my hair up
the Captain had no wife and he’d gone off a fishin’
so we kicked up high life below stairs in the kitchen CHORUS

Just as the clock struck six we sat down at the table
she handed cakes and tay and I ate what I was able
I had cakes and punch and tay and me sides they got a stitch in
and the time passed quick away with our courtin in the kitchen CHORUS

With my arms around her waist she shyly hinted marriage
when to the door in dreadful haste came Captain Kelly’s carriage
her looks told me full well and they were not bewitchin’
that she’s wish I go to Hell, or somewhere from that kitchen CHORUS

She flew up off my knee a full five feet or higher
and over head and heels through me slap into the fire
My new repealer’s coat that I bought from Mr. Mitchell
and a twenty shilling note went to blazes in the kitchen CHORUS

I grieved to see me duds all besmeared with smoke and ashes
when a tub of dirty suds right in me face she dashes
as I lay on the floor the water she kept pitchin’
‘till a footman broke the door and came chargin’ in the kitchen CHORUS

When the Captian came downstair though he’d seen me situation
depite all of me prayers of was marched off to the station
for me they’s take no bail though to get home I was itchin’
still I had to tell the tale how I wound up in that kitchen CHORUS

I said she did invite me but she gave a flat denial
for assult she did indict me and I was sent to trial
she swore I’d robbed the house in spite of all her screechin’
and I got six months hard for my courtin’ in the kitchen


KimTheOrrible

KimTheOrrible Report 15 Mar 2009 12:32

A bowl of te Oirish stew would go down well too!

Tanks xx

~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Mar 2009 12:31

ar Viz will ya be sitting a while tek the weight off and enjoy a dram with me x

KimTheOrrible

KimTheOrrible Report 15 Mar 2009 12:30

Top of te afternoon to ya R Mel and friends..

I will have a spot of the black stuff with yas!

;o)

xxx

~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Mar 2009 10:50

As we gather in the chapel here in Old Kilmainham Jail
I think about these past few days, oh will they say we've failed
From our schooldays they have told us we must yearn for liberty
Yet all I want in this dark place is to have you here wlth me

Chorus:
Oh Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger,
They take me out at dawn and I will die
With all my love I place this wedding ring upon your finger
There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye

Now I know it's hard for you my love to ever understand
the love I bear for these brave men, my love for this dear land
But when Padhraic called me to his side down in the GPO
I had to leave my own sick bed, to him I had to go

Chorus

Now as the dawn is breaking, my heart is breaking too
On this May morn as I walk out my thoughts will be of you
And I'll write some words upon the wall so everyone wlll know
I love so much that I could see his blood upon the rose

Chorus

~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Mar 2009 10:08

For my "RoverWild" pal lol:

I've been a wild rover for many's the year
I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay
Such a customer as you I can have any day

And it's No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best
And the words that you told me were only in jest"

And it's No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And, when they've caressed me as oft times before
I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

~♥footie~angel♥~

~♥footie~angel♥~ Report 15 Mar 2009 10:07

How sweet is to roam by the sunny Shure stream
And hear the doves coo 'neath the morning sunbeam
Where the thrush and the robin their sweet notes entwine
On the banks of the Shure that flows down by Mooncoin.
Flow on, lovely river, flow gently along
By your waters so sweet sounds the lark's merry song
On your green banks I wander where first I did join
With you, lovely Molly, the rose of Mooncoin.

Oh Molly, dear Molly, it breaks my fond heart
To know that we two forever must part
I'll think of you Molly while sun and moon shine
On the banks of the Shure that flows down by Mooncoin.

Then here's to the Shure with its valley so fair
As oftimes we wandered in the cool morning air
Where the roses are blooming and lilies entwine
On the banks of the Shure that flows down by Mooncoin.

Flow on, lovely river, flow gently along
By your waters so sweet sounds the lark's merry song
On your green banks I wander where first I did join
With you, lovely Molly, the rose of Mooncoin.