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Star Of The County Down
03:21
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Star of the County Down - Traditional Irish ballad
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
One morning late July
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure, I shook myself
For to see if I was really there
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down
As she onward sped, sure, I scratched my head
And I gazed with a feeling rare
And I said, says I, to a passerby,
“Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?”
He smiled at me, and with pride says he,
“She's the gem of Ireland's crown,
She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
She's the star of the County Down.”
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down
At the harvest fair, she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut-brown rose
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke,
Til' my plow turns a rust colored brown
Til' a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down
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In The Pines
04:21
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In The Pines - Traditional American folk song
The longest train I ever saw
Went down that Georgia line
The engine passed at six o'clock
Then the cab went by at nine
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't set or shine
You'll shiver when the cold wind blows
Mmm-mm mmm mmm-mm
My daddy was an engineer
He died 'bout a mile out of town
His head was seen in the engine gear
His body was never found
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't set or shine
You'll shiver when the cold wind blows
Mmm-mm mmm mmm-mm
I asked my captain for the time of day
He said he'd thrown his watch away
Those long steel rails, those short cross ties
I'm on my way back home
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't set or shine
You'll shiver when the cold wind blows
Mmm-mm mmm mmm-mm
My girl, my girl, don't ya lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
You caused me to weep, you caused me to moan
You caused me to leave my own home
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't set or shine
You'll shiver the whole night through
Mmm-mm mmm mmm-mm
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Red Is The Rose
04:09
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Red Is The Rose - Traditional Irish ballad
Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the road, love, and I’ll make the vow
And I’ll be your true love forever
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any
T’was down by Killarney’s green wood that we strayed
When the moon and the stars, they were shining
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
When she swore she’d be my love forever
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any
It’s not for the parting that my sister pains
It’s not for the grief of my mother
It's all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
And clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any
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4. |
Wild Rover
02:43
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Wild Rover - Traditional Folk song
I've been a wild rover for manys a year
I spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's no, nay, never
*clap clap clap clap*
No, nay, never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more
Well, I went to an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me “Nay,
Such custom as yours I could have any day”
And it's no, nay, never
*clap clap clap clap*
No, nay, never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more
I then took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened up with delight
She says “I have whiskeys and wines of the best,
And the words that I told you were only in jest.”
And it's no, nay, never
*clap clap clap clap*
No, nay, never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more
I'll come home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll beg them to pardon their prodigal son
And once they've caressed me as ofttimes before
I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's no, nay, never
*clap clap clap clap*
No, nay, never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more
And it's no, nay, never
*clap clap clap clap*
No, nay, never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more
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