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Traditional The lark in the morning she rises off her nest She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings Oh, Roger the ploughboy he is a dashing blade He goes whistling and singing over yonder Green glade He met with dark eyed Susan, she's handsome I declare She is far more enticing then the birds all in the air One evening coming home from the rakes of the town The meadows been all mowed and the grass had been cut down Well who should chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay Oh, it's kiss me now or never love, this young girl she did say When twenty two weeks they were over and were past Her mother asked the reason why she thickened round the waist It was the handsome ploughboy, the young girl she did say For he caused me to tumble all in the new-mown hay Here's a health to young ploughboys wherever you may be Who like to have a bonnie lass a sitting on yourknee With a pint of good strong porter you'll whistle and you'll sing For a ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king
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Feel it crying from the sky Like it’s sighing a sad goodbye Fools will try to youth ally Cannot deny, it’s just a lie It’s a cold dark afternoon It’s a cold dark afternoon Leaves are falling from the trees It’s so appalling this early freeze No use crawling on hands and knees Night is calling on a winter breeze It’s a cold dark afternoon It’s a cold dark afternoon Weather’s changing an ill wind blows Something’s coming, someone owes It’s a cold dark afternoon It’s a cold dark afternoon So soon betrays this errant dream And not allay such thoughts extreme Come the day, no clever scheme Shall delay the banshee’s scream
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Joe Dolan
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In London town I took my leave, from a life at sea That’s where I met my one true love, no simple girl was she The daughter of a fishin' man, north of Whidbey town Dreaming like so many do, of London's underground chorus Oh my love, my one true love Say that it will be Oh my love, my one true love You were meant for me Enthralled was I as we embraced A fortnight came and went That's when I asked her for her hand With my leave and pension spent But with no more time or money I knew what she would say She kissed me one last time in the underground Then it carried her away So many years have passed since then And yet my heart won't heal I’m still haunted by my one true love And the way she made me feel Now I wander through the underground To chance a glimpse of her And a spark of recognition, For the way that we once were
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Sean McCarthy In the village of Kilgory, there's a maiden young and fair Her eyes they shine like diamonds, she has long and golden hair But the countryman comes riding, rides up to her father's gates Riding on a milk-white stallion, he comes at the strike of eight. Chorus: Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter Step it out, mary, if you can Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter Show your legs to the countryman I have come to court your daughter, Mary of the golden hair I have gold and I have silver, I have goods beyond compare I will buy her silks and satin and a gold ring for her hand I will buy for her a mansion, she'll have servants to command I don't want your gold and silver, I don't want your house and land I am going with a soldier, I have promised him my hand But the father spoke up sharply: You will do as you are told, You'll get married on the Sunday and you'll wear that ring of gold In the village of Kilgory there's a deep stream flowing by On her marriage day at midnight she drowned with her soldier boy In the cottage there is music, you can hear her father say: Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter, Sunday is your wedding day.
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Traditional Whiskey you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray Over hill and mountains unto Amerikay You're sweeter stronger, decenter, you're spunkier nor tay Oh whiskey you're me darlin' drunk or sober Now brave boys we're off for marchin' off for Portugal and Spain Drums are beatin' banners flyin, the devil a home we'll come tonight chorus Love fare thee well, With me tiddery idle loodle lum a da Me tiddery idle loodle lum a da,me right fol tooral addee o There's whiskey in the jar Said the mother do not wrong me,don't take me daughter from me For if you do I will torment you, And after death me ghost will haunt you Now the French are fightin' boldly, men are dyin' hot and coldly Give every man his flask of powder, his firelock on his shoulder
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Traditional I had a first cousin called Arthur Mcbride He and I took a stroll down by the seaside A seeking good fortune and what might the tide, Being just as the day was a dawning Then after resting we both took a tram, And we met Sargent Harper and Corporal Cram And besides a we drummer who beat up our camp, With his rowdy dou dou in the morning He said my young fellows if you will enlist, A guinea you quickly will have in your fist And besides a crown for to kick up the dust, And a drink the king’s health in the morning Had we been such fools as to take the advance With the wee bit of money we’d have to run chance ‘Do ye think it no scruples for to send us to France Where we would be killed in the morning He say’s my young fellows if I hear but one word I will instantly will out with my sword And into your bodies as strength will support, So now my gay devils take warning But Arthur and I we took the odds And we gave them no chance for to launch out their swords Our whacking shillelaghs came over their heads, And paid them right smart in the morning As for the young drummer we rifled his pouch, And we made a football of his rowdy dou dou And into the ocean to rock and roll, And barring the day it’s returning As for the rapier that hung by his side, We flung it as far as we could in the tide To the devil I pit you says Arthur McBride, To temper your steel in the morning
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Tom Paxton EMI U Catalogue Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine When ya gonna let me get sober Leave me alone, let me go home Let me go back and start over Ramblin' around this dirty town, singin’for nickels and dimes Times gettin' tough, ain't got enough To buy a little bottle of wine Little hotel, older than hell Dark as the coal in a mine Blankets are thin, I lay there and grin 'Cause I got a little bottle of wine Pain in my head, bugs in my bed My pants are so old that they shine Out on the street, tell the people I meet Won't you buy a little bottle of wine A preacher will preach, a teacher will teach A miner will dig in the mine I ride the rods, trustin' in God And huggin' my bottle of wine
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The ice-cold sea buffets the cliff side, 200 feet down in the mist I sit here thinking about her, And the life together that we missed Exactly one year ago to this day A strong wind was blowin’ up from the bay One miss step and I saw in her eyes We had just a moment to say our good-bye Not a day passes I don’t long for her touch The anguish and guilt sometimes are too much I ask the wind what her loss was for But there is no answer, here at the Cliffs of Moor Eternity in a slit second, Her hand lightly brushed my fingertips I should have reacted must faster, With this I still can’t come to grips One little step is all it would take To put it behind me, this terrible ache But she would not want me to follow her down Into the water where her memory would drown So I’ll come to these cliffs every morning ‘Till the day I am called to her side Her ghost in the wind swirls around me She sings to me on the morning tide Here at the Cliffs of Moor, Here at the Cliffs of Moor Here at the Cliffs of Moor, Here at the Cliffs of Moor
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Traditional There were tree old gypsies came to our hall door They came brave and boldly -o And one sang high and the other sang low And the lady sang the raggle taggle gypsy -o It was upstairs and downstairs the lady went Put on her suit of leather -o And it was the cry all around her door She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy -o It was late that night when the lord came in Inquirin' for his lady -o And the servant girl replied to him She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy -o Then saddle me me milk white steed My big ox is not speedy oh And I will ride and seek my bride She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy oh Oh then he rode east and he road west He road south and north also The he came to the wide open field It was there that he spied his lady -o Girl why do you leave your house and your land Why do you leave your money -o Why do you leave your only wedded lord All for the raggle taggle gypsy -o Oh what do I care for me house and me land What do I care for me money -o What do I care for my only wedded lord I'm away with my raggle taggle gypsy -o It was there last night in the goose feathered bed Blankets drawn so cosily-o In the night chill I in the wide open field In the arms of my raggle taggle gypsy-o
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Traditional I sat within a valley green, I sat me with my true love My sad heart caught between, the old love and the new love The old for her the new, that made me think on Ireland dearly As soft the wind blew down the glen, and shook the golden barley ‘Twas hard the woeful words to frame, ‘twas worse the tie that bound us But harder still to bear the shame, of foreign chains around us And so I said the mountain glen, I’ll seek it morning early And join the bold United Men, when soft wind shakes the barley As sad I kissed away her tears, my fond arms around her flinging The foeman’s shot burst on our ears, from out the wild wood ringing The bullet pierced my true love’s side, in life’s young spring so early And on my breast in blood she died, when soft wind shakes the barley The blood for blood without remorse, I’ve taken to Oulard’s Hollow I laid my true love’s clay cold corpse, where I full soon will follow And ‘round her grave I wander still, in night and morning early With a breaking heart each time I hear, the wind that shakes the barley
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Traditional O, all the money that e‘er I had I spent it in good company And all the harm that e‘er I’ve done Alas it was to none but me And all I’ve done for want of wit To memory now I can’t recall So fill to me a parting glass Goodnight and joy be with you all O all the comrades that e’er I had They are sorry for my going away And all the sweethearts that e’er I had They would wish me one more day to stay But since it falls unto my lot That I should rise and you should not I will gently rise and softly call Goodnight and joy be with you all

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