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As I Roved Out
05:17
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And who are you, me pretty fair maid
And who are you, me honey?
She answered me quite modestly:
I am me mammy’s darling.
With me too-rye-ay fiddle-dairie-day
do-rah-day fiddle-dairie oh.
And will you come to me mother’s house,
When the moon is shining clearly
I’ll open the door and I’ll let you in
And devil the one would hear us.
With me too-rye-ay fiddle-dairie-day
do-rah-day fiddle-dairie oh.
So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly
She opened the door and she let me in
And devil the one did hear
With me too-rye-ay fiddle-dairie-day
do-rah-day fiddle-dairie oh.
Then she took me by the lily-white hand
And she led me to the table
Saying: There’s plenty of wine for a soldier boy,
To drink it if you’re able.
With me too-rye-ay fiddle-dairie-day
do-rah-day fiddle-dairie oh.
Then I got up and made the bed
And I made it nice and easy
Then I got up and laid her down
Saying: Lassie, are you able?
With me too-rye-ay fiddle-dairie-day
do-rah-day fiddle-dairie oh.
And there we lay till the break of day
And devil the one did hear us
Then I arose and put on me clothes
Saying: Lassie, I must leave you.
With me too-rye-ay fiddle-dairie-day
do-rah-day fiddle-dairie oh.
And when will you return again
And when will we get married
When broken shells make Christmas bells
We might well get married.
With me too-rye-ay fiddle-dairie-day
do-rah-day fiddle-dairie oh.
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2. |
The Turkish Reveille
05:56
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There was a little ship and she sailed upon the sea
And the name of that ship was the Turkish Reveille
Oh she sailed out on that lonely lonesome water
Oh she sailed out on that lonesome sea
Up stepped a little sailor saying ‘What will you give to me?
If I sink that ship in the bottom of the sea?’
Oh I’ll sink her in that lonely lonesome water
Oh I’ll sink her that lonesome sea
Oh I have a little house and I have little land
And I have a little daughter that shall be at your command
If you’ll sink her in that lonely lonesome water
If you’ll sink her in that lonesome sea
So he’s bowed on his breast and away swum he,
He swum ‘til he came to the Turkish Reveille
As he sailed out on that lonely lonesome water
As he sailed out on that lonesome sea
He had a little awl all made for the bore
And he bored nine holes in the bottom of the floor
Oh he sunk her in that lonely lonesome water
Oh he sunk her in that lonesome sea
Saying ‘Captain oh captain, will you be as good as your word?
Or either will you take me up on board?’
For I’ve sunk her in that lonely lonesome water
For I’ve sunk her in that lonesome sea
No I shall not be as good as my word
Or neither will I take you up on board’
Though you’ve sunk her in that lonely lonesome water
Though you’ve sunk her in that lonesom
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3. |
Son Oh Son
03:21
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Out in the kitchen, down in the hall
Ah, my lee and lonely
Willie’s the father of his sister’s child
Down by the greenwood side
Took her down to the merry wood
Ah, my lee and lonely
And there he shot his sister dead
Down by the greenwood side
He went back to his mother’s home
Ah, my lee and lonely
Welcome to you my son, my son.
Down by the greenwood side
Son, oh son, why are you so pale?
Ah, my lee and lonely
Been down in the greenwood hunting quail.
Down by the greenwood side
There’s no quail away down there.
Ah, my lee and lonely
Been down there shooting the white-tailed deer.
Down by the greenwood side
No pistol kills a deer,
Ah, my lee and lonely
Willie, where’s your sister, where?
Down by the greenwood side
Mother, oh mother, make my bed,
Ah, my lee and lonely
For I have shot my sister dead.
Down by the greenwood side
Son, oh son, where will you go?
Ah, my lee and lonely
For your father will kill you when he comes to know.
Down by the greenwood side
He’ll bury you under yon hill,
Ah, my lee and lonely
And if he doesn’t kill you, I surely will!
Down by the greenwood side
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A gentleman was passing by, he asked a drink as it got dry,
At the well bellow the valley-o, Green grows the lily-o, right among the bushes-o.
She said ‘My cup it overflows, if I stoop down I might fall in
At the well bellow the valley-o, Green grows the lily-o, right among the bushes-o.
If your true love was passing by, you’d fill him a drink if he got dry
At the well bellow the valley-o, Green grows the lily-o, right among the bushes-o.
She swore by grass, she swore by corn, that her true love was never born
At the well bellow the valley-o, Green grows the lily-o, right among the bushes-o.
I say, young maid, you’re swearing wrong, for five fine children you had born At the well bellow the valley-o, Green grows the lily-o, right among the bushes-o.
There was two of them by your uncle Dan, another two by your brother John At the well bellow the valley-o, Green grows the lily-o, right among the bushes-o.
There was two buried by the stable door, another two ‘neath the kitchen floor At the well bellow the valley-o, Green grows the lily-o, right among the bushes-o.
If you’re a man of noble fame, you’ll tell me what did happen to them
At the well bellow the valley-o, Green grows the lily-o, right among the bushes-o
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6. |
What Put the Blood?
05:12
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Where have you been all the long summer’s day?
Son, come tell it unto me.
I’ve been hunting and fowling all the long whole day
And it’s mama pardon me, and it’s mama pardon me.
And what put the blood on your right shoulder?
Son, come tell it unto me.
That is the blood of the hare I caught,
That I killed most manfully.
The blood of the hare now could never be so red.
Son, come tell it unto me.
That is the blood of my youngest brother,
That I killed most brutally.
What came between you and your brother?
Son, come tell it unto me.
It was mostly about the cutting of a rod,
That will never grow into a tree.
Then what will you do when your father comes home?
Son, come tell it unto me.
I will put my foot on board of a ship,
And I’ll sail for a foreign country.
Then what will become of your own dear wife?
Son, come tell it unto me.
I will leave her there in her grief and despair,
And she’ll see no more of me.
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7. |
The Dunmore Lasses
02:53
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8. |
Daily Growing
04:28
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The trees they are tall and the leaves they are green,
Many a time my true love I’ve seen
Many an hour I have passed all alone
My bonnie lad’s a long time a-growing.
Oh father, dear father, you’ve done me great wrong,
You’ve married me to a boy that’s too young,
I am twice twelve and he is but fourteen,
He’s young but he’s daily growing.
Oh daughter, dear daughter, I’ve done you no wrong,
I’ve married you to a rich lord’s son,
He will make a lord for you to wait upon,
He’s young but he’s daily growing.
Oh father, dear father, and if you see fit,
We’ll send him to college for one year yet,
I’ll bind a blue ribbon all about his hat,
To let the maids know he is married.
One day as I looked o’er my fathers wall,
There were all the boys, a-playing with their ball
My own true love was the flower of them all,
He’s young but he’s daily growing.
So early in the morning at the dawning of the day,
They went out to the hayfield to have some sport and play,
And what they did there, she never would declare,
But she never more complained of his growing.
At the age of fourteen he was a married man,
At the age of fifteen, the father to a son,
At the age of sixteen, his grave it was green,
And death put an end to his growing.
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9. |
Step It Out Mary
04:05
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In the village of Kildori, there’s a maiden young and fair
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, she had lovely golden hair
When the countryman came riding up to her father’s gate
Mounted on his milk white stallion, he came on at the stroke of eight
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Mary, if you can
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the wealthy man
I’ve come to court your daughter, Mary of the golden hair
I’ve land and I have money, I have goods beyond compare
I’ll buy her silk and satin, and a gold ring for her hand
I’ll build for her a mansion, she’ll have servants to command.
But sir, I love a soldier, I’ve pledged to him my hand
Don’t want your goods nor money, don’t want no house nor land.
But her father spoke up sharply, you’ll do as you are told
Be married on a Sunday and you’ll wear this ring of gold.
In the village of Kildori, there’s a deep stream running by
Found Mary there at midnight, she drowned with the soldier boy
In the cottage there was music, you’d hear her father say,
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter, you know it’s your wedding day.
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10. |
When Will We Be Married?
03:22
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When will we be married Molly?
When will we be wed?
When will we be bedded in the same bed?
When will we be married Molly?
When will we be wed?
When will we be bedded in the same bed?
You have your eye on Jimmy, Long Jimmy Lee
You have your eye on Jimmy
And a fine man he.
You have your eye on Jimmy
But you’d better let him be
Because when you go, Molly-o
You’ll be gone with me.
When will we be married Molly?
When will we be wed?
When will we be bedded in the same bed?
When will we be married Molly?
When will we be wed?
When will we be bedded in the same bed?
You have your eye on Johnny
Thin Johnny Fee
You have your eye on Johnny
And a fine man he
You have your eye on Johnny
But you’d better let him be
Because when you go, Molly-o
You’ll be gone with me
When will we be married Molly?
When will we be wed?
When will we be bedded in the same bed?
When will we be married Molly?
When will we be wed?
When will we be bedded in the same bed?
Hear the bells ring, I hear what you said
Stumbled back home, to my lonely bed
Talk to the wind, marry her instead
I’ll have me a drop and drown me head
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11. |
The Blacksmith
04:09
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A blacksmith courted me
Nine months and better
He fairly won my heart
Wrote me this letter
With his hammer in his hand
He looked so very clever
And if I was with my love
I’d live forever.
But where is my love gone
With his cheeks like two roses
And his good black billycock on
Decked round with primroses
I’m afraid the scorching sun
Will shine and burn his beauty
And if I was with my love
I’d do my duty.
Strange news is come to town
Strange news is carried
Strange news flies up and down
That my love is married.
And I wish them both much joy
Though they can’t even hear me
And may God reward them well
For the slighting of me.
Oh what did you promise me
When you lay down beside me
You said you’d marry me
And not deny me
Her lips grew pale and wan
It made a poor heart tremble
To think she loved a one
And he proved deceitful.
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Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
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13. |
Lady Margaret
03:58
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Lady Margaret, sitting at her high hall door,
Combing back her long, yellow hair,
She saw Sweet William and his new-made bride
Riding from the church so near.
She throwed down her ivory comb,
Throwed back her long yellow hair,
Saying, I’ll go down and bid him farewell,
And nevermore go there.
It was all in the dark of night
When most were fast asleep,
Little Margaret appeared all dressed in white,
A-standing at their bed-feet.
How do you like your pillow, says she
How do you like your sheet?
How do you like that gay young lady
That’s lying in your arms asleep?
Very well do I like my pillow, says he
Much better do I like my sheet,
But best of all is that fair young maid
That’s standing at my bed-feet.
So he called his serving man to go
And saddle the dapple roan,
And he rode till he come to Lady Margaret’s house,
And stood outside alone.
Is Lady Margaret in her room,
Or is she in the hall?
No, Little Margaret’s in her coal-black coffin,
With her pale face to the wall.
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Amadan Aisling Lansing, Michigan
Amadan Aisling is Gaelic for "Fool's Dream." We are Steve Rohs (Irish flute, mandolins, banjo, accordion, pennywhistle & vocals), Ann Neff-Rohs (bodhran & vocals) & Dave Rohs (guitars, octave mandolin, harmonium, & vocals). Amadan Aisling explores the intersection between Irish music and related sorts of Trans-Atlantic folk music. ... more
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