PEGGY GORDON

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O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling

Come sit you down upon my knee
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee

I am so deep in love that I can't deny it

My heart lies smothered in my breast
But it's not for you to let the whole world know it
A troubled mind can find no rest

I leaned myself on a cask of brandy

It was my fancy, I do declare
For when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
Wishing Peggy Gordon was here

I wished I was in a lonesome valley

Where womankind cannot be found
And the pretty little birds do change their voices
And every moment a different sound

I wish I was away in Ingo

Far away across the briny sea
Sailing over deepest waters
Where love nor care never trouble me

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Mantle so green
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As I went out walking one morning in June,

To view the fair fields and the valleys in bloom,
I spied a pretty fair maid she appeared like a queen
With her costly fine robes and her mantle so green.

Says I, "My pretty fair maid, won't you come with me

We'll both join in wedlock, and married we'll be,
I'll dress you in fine linnen, you'll appear like a queen,
With your costly fine robes and your mantle so green."

Says she now, "You Young man, you must be excused,

For I'll wed with no man, you must be refused;
To the green woods I will wander to shun all men's view, ........(?)
For the lad that I love fell in famed Waterloo."

"O, then, if you won't marry, tell me your love's name,

For I being in battle, I might know the same."
"Draw near to my garment and there will be seen,
His name is embroidered on my mantle so green."

In raising her mantle there I did behold

His name and his surname in letters of gold;
Young William O'Reilly appeared in my view
He was my chief comrade back in famed Waterloo.
But when he was dying I heard his last cry
'If you were here, Lovely Nancy, contented I'd die;'
Now Peace is proclaimed, and the truth I declare
Here is your love token, the gold ring I wear."

O, Nancy, dear Nancy, 'tis I won your heart

In your father's garden that day we did part.
Now the wars are all over, no trouble is seen
And I'll wed with my true love in her mantle so green."

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Lord Franklin
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We were homeward bound one night on the deep

Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep
I dreamed a dream and I thought it true
Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew

With 100 seamen he sailed away

To the frozen ocean in the month of May
To seek a passage around the pole
Where all poor sailors do sometimes go.

Through cruel hardships they vainly strove

Their ships on mountains of ice was drove
Only the Eskimo with his skin canoe
Was the only one that ever came through

In Baffin's Bay where the whale fish blow

The fate of Franklin no man may know
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell
And Lord Franklin among his seamen do dwell

And now my burden it gives me pain

For my Lord Franklin I'd sail the main
Ten thousand pounds I would freely give
To know Lord Franklin, and where he is.

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The Singing Bird

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I have seen the lark soar high at morn

Heard his song up in the blue
I have heard the blackbird pipe his note
The thrush and the linnet too
But there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you.

If I could lure my singing bird

From his own cozy nest
If I could catch my singing bird
I would warm him on my breast
For there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you.
My singing bird as you.
My singing bird as you.

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Oro, se do bheatha 'bhaile! You Are Welcome Home

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Se do bheatha a bhean ba leanmhar! Welcome Oh woman who was so afflicted,

B'e ar gcreach tu bheith i ngeibhinn,
bondage,
Do dhuiche bhrea i seilbh meirleach
theives,
'S tu diolta leis na Ghallaibh.
It was our ruin that you were in
Our fine land in the possesion of
And sold to the foreigners

Chorus: Chorus:
Oro, se do bheatha 'bhaile! �r�! You are welcome home!
Oro, se do bheatha 'bhaile! �r�! You are welcome home!
Oro, se do bheatha 'bhaile! �r�! You are welcome home!
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. Now that summer is coming

Ta Grainne Mhaol ag teacht thar saile,
Oglaigh armtha lei mar gharda;
Gaeil iad fein 's ni Gaill na Spainnigh,
Spanish,
'S cuirfid siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh.
Grainne Mhaol is coming over the sea,
Armed warriors along with her as guard,
They are Irishmen, not English or
And they will rout the foreigners

Chorus Chorus

A bhui le Ri na bhfeart go bhfeiceam, May it please the God of Miracles that

we may see,
Muna mbeam beo 'na dhiaidh ach seachtain, Although we only live a week after it,
Grainne Mhaol agus mile gaiscioch Grainne Mhaol and a thousand warriors,
Ag fogairt fain ar Ghallaibh. Dispersing the foreigners

Chorus Chorus

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Molly Malone
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In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder

For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

She died of a fever and no one could save her

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

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Paddy's Lament
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Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise
And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration
I was by hunger stressed, and in poverty distressed
So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation

Well I sold me ass and cow, my little pigs and sow

My little plot of land I soon did part with
And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted

Here's you boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have ye's not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er

Our fortunes to be making we were thinkin'
When we got to Yankee land, they put guns into our hands
"Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"

Here's you boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have ye's not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your head

Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension
Well in the war lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg
And by soul it is the truth to you I mention

Here's you boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have ye's not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

Well I think meself in luck, if I get fed on Indianbuck

And old Ireland is the country I delight in
To the devil, I would say, it's curse Americay
For the truth I.ve had enough of your hard fightin

Here's you boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have ye's not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

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THE MOORLOUGH SHORE

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The Moorlough Shore

You're hills and tales and flowery vails

that lie near the moorlough shore.
Your vines ? by borden's grove.
Will I ever see you more ???????

Where the prim rose blows

and the violet grows.
Where the trout and salmon play.

With my light and talk daylight I took

to spend my youthful days.
Last night I went to see my love,
and to hear what she might say.

To see if she'd take pitty on me,

lest I might go away.
She said, "I love that Irish lad,
and he was my only joy,
and ever since I saw his face
I've loved that soldier boy."

Perhaps your soldier lad is lost

sailing over the sea of maine.
Or perhaps he is gone with some other lover,
you may never see him again.
Well if my Irish lad is lost,
he's the one I do adore,
and seven years I will wait for him
by the banks of the moorlough shore.

Fairwell to Sinclaire's castle ground.

Fairwell to the foggy dew.
Where the ? wales lie ?
and ? stream runs still.
Near there I spent my youthful days
but alas ?,
for cruelty has banished me
far away from the moorlough shore.

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The Parting Glass

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Oh, all the money e'er I had, I spent it in good company. And
all the harm that ever I've done, alas it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit to mem'ry now I can't recall; So
fill to me the parting glass, Good night and joy be with you all.

If I had money enough to spend, and leisure time to sit awhile. There
is a fair maid in this town, that sorely has my heart beguiled. Her
rosy cheeks and ruby lips, I own, she has my heart in thrall; Then
fill to me the parting glass, Good night and joy be with you all.

Oh, all the comrades e'er I had, they're sorry for my going away. And
all the sweethearts e'er I had, they'd wished me one more day to stay.
But since it falls unto my lot, that I should rise and you should not, I
gently rise and softly call, Goodnight and joy be with you all.

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Baidin Fheilimi
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Baidin Fheilimi, d'imigh go Gabhla,

Baidin Fheilimi ' s Feilimi ann,
Baidin Fheilimi D ' imigh go Gabhla
Baidin Fheilimi 's, Feilimi ann.

Baidin bideach, baidin beosach, Baidin boidheach,

baidin Fheilimi,Baidin direach, baidin deontach,
Baidin Fheilimi 's Feilimi ann.

Baidin Fheilimi d ' imigh go Trocaigh,

Baidin Fheilimi 's Feilime ann.
Baidin Fheilimi d ' imigh go Trocaigh,
Baidin Fheilimi 's Feilime ann.

Baidin bideach, baidin beosach, Baidin boidheach,

baidin Fheilimi,Baidin direach, baidin deontach,
Baidin Fheilimi 's Feilimi ann.

Baidin Fheilimi briseadh i dToraigh,

Baidin Fheilimi ' s Feilimi ann.
Baidin Fheilimi briseadh i dToraigh,
Baidin Fheilimi ' s Feilimi ann.
Baidin bideach, baidin beosach, Baidin boidheach,
baidin Fheilimi,Baidin direach, baidin deontach,
Baidin Fheilimi 's Feilimi ann.

Baidin bideach, baidin beosach, Baidin boidheach,

baidin Fheilimi,Baidin direach, baidin deontach,
Baidin Fheilimi 's Feilimi ann.

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My Lagan Love
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Where Lagan stream sings lullaby

There blow a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is no her hair
And like a love-sick lenanshee
She hath my heart in thrall
Nor life I owe, nor liberty
for love is lord of all

and often when the beetles horn

Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto here shielding lorn
And thro' the dooring peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She makes the bog wood fire
And hums in sad sweet undertone
The song of heart's desire

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LORD BAKER
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I'll Tell Me Ma
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I'll tell me Ma when I go home

The boys won't leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair, they stole my comb,
but that's alright till I go home.

Chorus:
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courtin' one, two, three.
Please won't you tell me, who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her,

All the boys are fighting for her.
They knock at the door and ring at the bell
Saying "Oh, my true love are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Oul Jenny Murray says she'll die,
If she don't get the fellow with the roving eye.

Chorus
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
and the snow come tumblin' from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
And she'll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own,
she won't tell her Ma when she goes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

Chorus