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Black Velvet Band
04:23
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Black Velvet Band - Traditional folk song
In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound
And many an hour’s sweet happiness
I spent in that sweet little town
A sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band
Her eyes, they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll down Broadway
Meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid
Comes traipsing along the highway
She was both fair and handsome
Her neck, it was just like a swan
And her hair, it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
Her eyes, they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid
And a gentleman passing us by
Well, I knew she meant the doing of him
By the look of her roguish black eye
A gold watch she took from his pocket
And placed it right in to me hand
And the very first thing I knew was:
I’ve landed in Van Diemen's Land
Her eyes, they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
Before the judge and the jury
Next morning I had to appear
The judge, he says to me, “Young man,
Your case, it is proven quite clear.”
I’ll give you seven years penal servitude
To be spent far away from the land
Far away from your friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band
Her eyes, they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
So, come all you jolly young fellows
A warning: take it from me
When you are out on the town, me boys
Beware of the pretty colleens
For they feed you with strong drink, me lads
Until you’re unable to stand
And the very next thing you’ll know is
You’ve landed in Van Diemen’s Land
Her eyes, they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land (and she was!)
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
Her eyes, they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
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Brennan on the Moor
02:48
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Brennan on the Moor - Traditional Irish ballad
‘Tis of a brave young highwayman, this story I will tell
His name was Willie Brennan, and in Ireland he did dwell
T’was on the Kilwood Mountains he commenced his wild career
And many wealthy noblemen before him shook with fear
It was Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was Brennan on the moor
One day upon the highway, young Willie he went down
He met the mayor of Cashiell a mile outside the town
The mayor knew his features, and he said, ”Young man,” said he,
“Your name is Willie Brennan, you must come along with me”
It was Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was Brennan on the moor
Now, Brennan’s wife had gone to town, provisions for to buy
And when she saw her Willie, she commenced to weep and cry
He said: “Hand to me that tenpenny!” As soon as Willie spoke
She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak
It was Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was Brennan on the moor
Now with this loaded blunderbuss - the truth I will unfold -
He made the mayor to tremble and he robbed him of his gold
One hundred pounds was offered for his apprehension there
So he, with horse and saddle to the mountains did repair
It was Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was Brennan on the moor
Now Brennan, being an outlaw upon the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted woman, he was cruelly betrayed
It was Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was Brennan on the moor
They took Brennan to the crossroads, there he hung and died
But it is said that in the night that some do see him ride
They see him with his blunderbuss all in the midnight chill
Along the king's highway rides Willie Brennan still
It was Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was Brennan on the moor
It was Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was Brennan on the moor
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Rocky Top
03:05
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Rocky Top by Felice and Boudreaux Bryant.
Well, I wish that I was on ol' Rocky Top, down in the Tennessee hills
Ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top, ain't no telephone bills
Once I had a girl on Rocky Top; half bear, the other half cat
Wild as a mink, but sweet as soda pop; I still dream about that
Rocky Top, you'll always be home sweet home to me
Good ol' Rocky Top
Rocky Top, Tennessee
Rocky Top, Tennessee
Once two strangers climbed on Rocky Top lookin' for a moonshine still
Strangers ain't come down from Rocky Top, reckon they never will
Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top, soil's too rocky by far
That's why all them folks on Rocky Top get their corn from a jar
Rocky Top, you'll always be home sweet home to me
Good ol' Rocky Top
Rocky Top, Tennessee
Rocky Top, Tennessee
Now, I've had years of cramped up city life, trapped like a dog in a pen
All I know is it's a pity life can't be simple again
So, I wish that I was on ol' Rocky Top up in the Tennessee hills
Ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top, ain't no telephone bills
Rocky Top, you'll always be home sweet home to me
Good ol' Rocky Top
Rocky Top, Tennessee
Rocky Top, Tennessee
Rocky Top, you'll always be home sweet home to me
Good ol' Rocky Top
Rocky Top, Tennessee
Rocky Top, Tennessee
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Poor Wayfaring Stranger
04:04
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Poor Wayfaring Stranger - Traditional American Folk/Gospel song
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelin' through this world of woe
There is no sickness, no toil, nor danger
In that fair land to which I go
I'm coming home to see my father
I'm coming home, no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I know dark clouds will hover o'er me
I know my path is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall weep
I'm coming home to see my mother
She said she'd wait there 'til I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I want to wear that crown of glory
And enter in to that bright land
I want to shout salvation's glory
In concert to that blood-washed band
I'm coming home to see my savior
To sing his praise forever more
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
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