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The Auld Triangle
04:08
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A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing
And the mice were squealing in my prison cell
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
To begin the morning a screw was bawling
'Get up you bowsie and clean up your cell'
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
The lags were sleeping, Humpy Gussy was creeping
As I lay there weeping for my girl Sal
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
Up in the female prison there are seventy five women
'Tis among them I wish I did dwell
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
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Ar mhaidin geal sa Mharta, dfhag me slan ar New Orleans,
Is thug me a ghaidh ar Jackson town ag lorg stor is maoin,
Mo ghran ar airgid iasachtach ni raibh cairde agam le fail,
Sin a Bhris mo chroi le cra is cumhaidh ar bhruach loch Pontchartrain.
I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun
And I rode the roads 'til evening and I laid me down again
All strangers here, no friends to me 'til a dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with a Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain
Ar me "A chailin Creole, ta mo phocai lom foraoir,
Ach ab e na alligators, do luifonn sios faoin speir".
"Ta failte romhat go dti mo thi, ce gur simpil e i reim,
Ach nior diultadh riamh don strainseir ann ar bhruach Loch Pontchartrain.
She took me to her mummy's house and she treated me quite well
The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell
To try and paint her beauty I'm sure t'would be in vain
So handsome was my Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain
I asked her if she'd marry me, she'd said it could never be
For she had got another and he was far at sea
She said that she would wait for him and true she would remain
'Til he returned for his Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain
So fair thee well me bonny o' girl I never see no more
But I'll ne'er forget your kindness and the cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering a flowin' glass I'll raise
And drink a health to me Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain
Yes I'll drink a health to me Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain
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3. |
Black Is The Colour
03:27
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Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, Whereon she stands.
I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground, whereon she goes,
I wish the day, it soon would come,
When she & I could be as one.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, Whereon she stands.
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,
For satisfied, I ne'er can be,
I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, a thousand times.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, Whereon she stands.
Yes I love the ground, Whereon she stands.
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Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown,
The passing tales and glories, that once was Dublin town,
The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children's rhymes,
That once was Dublin city, in the Rare Oul Times.
Ring a ring a rosie as the lights declines,
I remember Dublin city in the rare oul times.
My name it is Sean Dempsey as Dublin as could be
Born hard and late in Pimlico in a house that ceased to be
My trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy
Like my house that fell to progress my trade's a memory
And I courted Peggy Dignan, as pretty as you please,
A rogue and child of Mary, from the rebel liberties,
I lost her to a student chap, with skin as black as coal,
When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul.
Ring a ring a rosie as the lights declines,
I remember Dublin city in the rare oul times.
The years have made me bitter, the gargle dims me brain
'Cause Dublin keeps on changing and nothing seems the same.
The Pillar and the Met have gone, the Royal long since pulled down
As the grey unyielding concrete makes a city of my Town.
Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay,
And watch the new glass cages, that spring up along the quay,
My mind's too full of memories, to old to hear new chimes,
I'm a part of what was Dublin, in the Rare Oul Times.
Ring a ring a rosie as the lights declines,
I remember Dublin city in the rare oul times.
Ring a ring a rosie as the lights declines,
I remember Dublin city in the rare oul times.
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5. |
Bright Blue Rose (Live)
03:59
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I skimmed across black water, without once submerging
Onto the banks of an urban morning
That hungers the first light, much much more
Than mountains ever do.
And she like a ghost beside me, goes down with the ease of a dolphin
And emerges unlearned, unshamed, unharmed
For she is the perfect creature, natural in every feature
And I am the geek with the alchemists' stone.
For all of you who must discover,
For all who seek to understand,
For having left the path of others
You find a very special hand.
And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time
And it is the only way
Forget-me-nots among the snow, it's always been and so it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally.
For all of you who must discover
For all who seek to understand,
For having left the path of others
You find a very special hand.
And it is a holy thing
And it is the only way
Forget-me-nots among the snow, it's always been and so it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally.
One bright blue rose outlives all those
Two thousand years and still it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally.
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When first I saw the love-light in your eye
I thought the world held naught but joy for me
And even though we drifted far apart
I never dream but what I dreamt of thee
I loved you as I've never loved before
Since first I saw you on the village green
Come to me ere my dream of love is o'er
I love you as I loved you, when you were sweet
When you were sweet sixteen
I loved you as I've never loved before
Since first I saw you on the village green
Come to me ere my dream of love is o'er
I love you as I loved you, when you were sweet
When you were sweet sixteen
I loved you as I've never loved before
Since first I saw you on the village green
Come to me ere my dream of love is o'er
I love you as I loved you, when you were sweet
When you were sweet sixteen
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7. |
The Town I Loved So Well
07:16
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In my memory I will always see the town that I have loved so well
Where our school played ball by the gas yard wall
And we laughed through the smoke and the smell.
Going home in the rain running up the dark lane
Past the jail and down beside the Fountain
Those were happy days in so many many ways
In the town I loved so well.
In the early morn the shirt factory horn
Called the women from Creggan, the Moor and the Bog
While the men on the dole played a mother's role
Fed the children and then walked the dog.
And when times got rough there was just about enough
But they saw it through without complaining
For deep inside was a burning pride
In the town I loved so well.
There was music there in the Derry air
Like a language that we could all understand
I remember the day when I earned my first pay
When I played in a small pick-up band.
There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth
I was sad to leave it all behind me
There I learned about life and I found a wife
In the town I loved so well:
But when I returned oh my eyes how they burned
To see how a town could be brought to its knees
By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars
And the gas that hangs on to every breeze.
Now the army's installed by the old gasyard wall
And the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher
With their tanks and their guns
Oh my God, what have they done
To the town I loved so well.
Now the music's gone but they carry on
For their spirit's been bruised, never broken
They will not forget but their hearts are set
On tomorrow and peace once again.
Now what's done is done and what's won is won
And what's lost is lost and gone forever
I can only pray for a bright brand new day
For the town I Iove so well.
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8. |
Isle of Hope (Live)
04:41
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On the first day on January
Eighteen ninety-two
They opened ellis Island
And they let the people through
And the first to cross the treshold
Of that Isle of hope and tears
Was Annie Moore from Ireland
Who was only fifteen years
Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears
Isle of Freedom, Isle of Fears
But it's not the Isle you left behind
That Isle of Hunger, Isle of Pain
Isle you'll never see again
But the Isle of home is always on your mind
In a little bag she carried
All her past and history
And her dreams for the future
In the Land of Liberty
And courage is the passport
When your old world disappears
But there's no future in the past
When you're fifteen years
Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears
Isle of Freedom, Isle of Fears
But it's not the Isle you left behind
That Isle of Hunger, Isle of Pain
Isle you'll never see again
But the Isle of home is always on your mind
When they closed down Ellis Island
In Nineteen Fourty-Three
Seventeen million people
Had come there for Sanctuary
And in springtime when I came here
And I stepped onto it's piers
I thought of how it must have been
When you're fifteen years
Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears
Isle of Freedom, Isle of Fears
But it's not the Isle you left behind
That Isle of Hunger, Isle of Pain
Isle you'll never see again
But the Isle of home is always on your mind
Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears
Isle of Freedom, Isle of Fears
But it's not the Isle you left behind
That Isle of Hunger, Isle of Pain
Isle you'll never see again
But the Isle of home is always on your mind
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9. |
Only Our Rivers Run Free
05:20
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When apples still grow in November
When blossoms still bloom from each tree
When leaves are still green in December
It's then that our land will be free
I wander her hills and her valleys
And still through my sorrows I see
A land that has never known freedom
And only her rivers run free
I drink to the death of her manhood
Those men who'd rather have died
Than to live in the cold chains of bondage
To bring back their rights where denied
Oh, where are you now when we need you?
What burns where the flame used to be?
Are you gone like the snows of last winter?
And will only our rivers run free
How sweet is the life but we're crying
How mellow the wine but it's dry
How fragrant the rose but it's dying
How gentle the breeze but it sighs
What good is in youth when it's aging?
What joy is in eyes that can't see?
When there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers
And still only our rivers run free
Only our rivers run free
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10. |
The Foggy Dew (Live)
05:09
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As down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum No battle drum did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells Rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in Dublin town Hung they out a flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish sky Than at Sulva or Sud-El-Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath Strong men came hurrying through
While Brittania's Huns with their long range guns Sailed in through the foggy dew
Oh the night fell black, and the rifles' crack made perfidious Albion reel
In the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel
By each shining blade a prayer was said, that to Ireland her sons be true
But when morning broke, still the war flag shook out its folds in the foggy dew
'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go, that "small nations might be free"
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves on the fringe of the great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their graves we will keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew
Their bravest fell and the requiem bell Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the Springing of the year
While the world did gaze with deep amaze At those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light Might shine through the foggy dew
And back through the glen, I rode again And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men Whom I never shall see n'more
But to and fro in my dreams I go And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead When you fell in the foggy dew
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Well, how do you do, young Willie McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done
I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fallen in 1916
I hope you died well and I hope you died clean
Or young Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?
Although, you died back in 1916
In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen?
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed in forever behind the glass frame
In an old photograph, torn, battered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?
And did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
The sun now it shines on the green fields of France
There's a warm summer breeze that makes the red poppies dance
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard it's still No Man's Land
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
To a whole generation that were butchered and damned
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
Ah young Willie McBride, I can't help wonder why
Do those that lie here know why did they die?
And did they believe when they answered the cause
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
The killing and dying, were all done in vain
For young Willie McBride, it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?
And did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
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12. |
The Parting Glass
05:24
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Of all the money that e'er I had
I have spent it in good company
And of all the harm that 'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
For all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all
Of all the comrades that e'er I've known
They were sorry for my going away
And of all the sweethearts that e'er I loved
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'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
For all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all
A man may drink and may not be drunk
A man may fight and not be slane
A man may court all the pretty girls
And alas be welcome back again
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate'er befalls
And gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
Good night and joy be to you all
Good night and joy be to you all
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Onóir Donegal, Ireland
Irish male vocal quartet from Donegal. On Tour in Theatres and Festivals across, Ireland, The UK, The USA, & Europe. All details available at onoirmusic.com and via our LinkTree on all our social media channels.
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