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15 Mar 2009 16:31 |
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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.
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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
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15 Mar 2009 16:29 |
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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
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15 Mar 2009 16:24 |
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we all have so much heritage Bob x
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15 Mar 2009 16:23 |
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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.
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15 Mar 2009 16:13 |
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it makes me proud that me great grandparents came from ireland us english dont seem to have any proud songs to sing
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15 Mar 2009 14:43 |
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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
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15 Mar 2009 14:35 |
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Thank Rita its good to embrace and celebrate heritage x
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15 Mar 2009 14:13 |
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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.
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And that bit of Irish steals my heart away...
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15 Mar 2009 14:02 |
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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.
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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.
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15 Mar 2009 13:18 |
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Hi May nice to meet you x
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15 Mar 2009 13:06 |
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nudging up for all of Irish decent. the world over,
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15 Mar 2009 12:42 |
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*passes Kim some Irish stew ~ proper laced with special brew* ~ knock your ed' off to be sure!
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15 Mar 2009 12:39 |
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PMSL..Love It!!
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15 Mar 2009 12:35 |
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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
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15 Mar 2009 12:32 |
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A bowl of te Oirish stew would go down well too!
Tanks xx
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15 Mar 2009 12:31 |
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ar Viz will ya be sitting a while tek the weight off and enjoy a dram with me x
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15 Mar 2009 12:30 |
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Top of te afternoon to ya R Mel and friends..
I will have a spot of the black stuff with yas!
;o)
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15 Mar 2009 10:50 |
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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
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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
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15 Mar 2009 10:08 |
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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
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15 Mar 2009 10:07 |
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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.
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