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| 1. |
| 4:25 | 
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| 2. |
| 5:01 | 
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I was 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. 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 the glorious dead when you fell in the foggy dew. |
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| 3. |
| 3:28 |
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I know my love by his way of walking
And I know my love by his way of talking And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue And if my love leaves me what will I do? And still she cried, "I love him the best And a troubled mind sure can know no rest" And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few And if my love leaves me what will I do?" There is a dance house in Maradyke And there my true love goes every night He takes a strange girl upon his knee Well now don't you think that that vexes me? And still she cried, "I love him the best And a troubled mind sure can know no rest" And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few And if my love leaves me what will I do?" If my love knew I can wash and wring If my love knew I can sew and spin I'd make a coat of the finest kind But the want of money sure leaves me behind And still she cried, "I love him the best And a troubled mind sure can know no rest" And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few And if my love leaves me what will I do?" I know my love is an arrant rover I know he'll wander the wild world over In dear old Ireland he'll no longer tarry An American girl he's sure to marry And still she cried, "I love him the best And a troubled mind sure can know no rest" And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few And if my love leaves me what will I do?" And still she cried, "I love him the best And a troubled mind sure can know no rest" And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few And if my love leaves me what will I do?" What will I do... |
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| 4. |
| 2:46 |
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If it hadn't been for cotton-eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago Where did you come from. Where did you go? Where did you come from cotton-eye Joe? If it hadn't been for cotton-eye Joe I'd been married long time ago Where did you come from. Where did you go? Where did you come from cotton-eye Joe? Whooo! |
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| 5. |
| 4:57 |
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I was an unmarried girl
I'd just turned twenty-seven When they sent me to the sisters For the way men looked at me Branded as a Jezebel I knew I was not bound for Heaven I'd be cast in shame Into the Magdalene laundries Most girls come here pregnant Some by their own fathers Bridget got that belly By her parish priest We're trying to get things white as snow All of us woe-begotten-daughters In the steaming stains Of the Magdalene laundries Prostitutes and destitutes And temptresses like me-- Fallen women-- Sentenced into dreamless drudgery... Why do they call this heartless place Our Lady of Charity? Oh charity! These bloodless brides of Jesus If they had just once glimpsed their groom Then they'd know, and they'd drop the stones Concealed behind their rosaries They wilt the grass they walk upon They leech the light out of a room They'd like to drive us down the drain At the Magdalene laundries Peg O'Connell died today She was a cheeky girl A flirt They just stuffed her in a hole! Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring! One day I'm going to die here too And they'll plant me in the dirt Like some lame bulb That never blooms come any spring Not any spring No, not any spring Not any spring |
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| 6. |
| 2:22 |
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| 7. |
| 3:52 |
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| 8. |
| 6:13 |
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| 9. |
| 2:55 |
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Morning has broken
like the first morning Blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing praise for the morning Praise for the springing fresh from the world Sweet the rain's new fall sunlit from heaven Like the first dewfall on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung in completeness where his feet pass Mine is the sunlight mine is the morning Born of the one light eden saw play Praise with elation praise every morning God's recreation of the new day |
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| 10. |
| 2:58 |
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| 11. |
| 3:20 |
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'Se/ mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear 'Se/ mo Chaesar Gile Mear Suan na/ se/an ni/ bhfuaireas fe/in O/ chuaigh i gce/in mo Ghile Mear Grief and pain are all I know My heart is sore My tears a'flow We saw him go .... No word we know of him... A proud and gallant cavalier A high man's scion of gentle mean(?) A fiery blade engaged to reap(?) He'd break the bravest in the field Come sing his praise as sweet harps play And proudly toast his noble frame With spirit and with mind aflame So wish him strength and length of day |
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| 12. |
| 3:02 |
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| 13. |
| 3:31 |
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| 14. |
| 3:25 |
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| 15. |
| 3:03 |
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Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine Come lift up your voices, all grief to refrain For we may or might never all meet here again So here's a health to the company and one to my lass Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass Let's drink and be merry, all grief to refrain For we may or might never all meet here again Here's a health to the wee lass that I love so well For style and for beauty there's none can excel There's a smile on her countenance as she sits upon my knee There is no man in this wide world as happy as me So here's a health to the company and one to my lass Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass Let's drink and be merry, all grief to refrain For we may or might never all meet here again Our ship lies at anchor, she is ready to dock I wish her safe landing without any shock And if ever I should meet you by land or by sea I will always remember your kindness to me So here's a health to the company and one to my lass Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass Let's drink and be merry, all grief to refrain For we may or might never all meet here again |
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| 4:11 |
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| 17. |
| 3:21 |
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| 18. |
| 4:18 |
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In the merry month of May from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam sad and broken hearted Saluted father dear, then kissed me darlin' mother Then drank a pint of beer me tears and grief to smother Off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin o'er the bogs And frightenin' all the dogs on the rock road to Dublin. One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin Whack fol-laddie-roll! In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city When I took a stroll all among the quality My bundle it was stole from that neat locality Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin' Enquirin' for the rogue, they said me Connacht brogue Wasn't much in vogue on the rock road to Dublin. One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin Whack fol-laddie-roll! The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it, Me blood began to boil, for all I was a losin', Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusin' "Hurrah, me Soul!" says I, shillelagh I let fly Some Galway boys came by and saw I was a hobblin' With a loud "Hurray" they joined in the affray And quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin! One, two, three, four, five Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin Whack fol-laddie-roll! |
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| 4:23 |
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Old pirates yes they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships Minutes after they took I From the bottomless pit But my hand was made strong By the hands of the Almighty We forward in this generation triumphantly Won't you help to sing, another song of freedom Cause all I ever had redemption song These songs of freedom Emancipate youselves from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our minds Have no fear for atomic energy Cause none of them can stop the time How long shall they kill our prophets While we stand aside and look Some say it's just a part of it But we've got to fulfill the book Won't you help me sing another song of freedom Cause all I ever had, yeah, redemption song Songs of freedom, songs of freedom. Old pirates yes they rob I Sold I to the merchant ships Minutes after they took I From the bottomless pit But my hand was made strong By the hands of the Almighty We forward in this generation triumphantly Won't you help to sing These songs of freedom Cause all I ever had Redemption song Redemption song Songs of freedom, Songs of freedom, songs of freedom, |
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