The Chieftains

Oh, the summertime is comin',
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the purple heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?

And we'll all go together
To pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, go?

I will build my love a tower
By yon crystal clear fountain
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain
Will you go, lassie, go?

And we'll all go together
To pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?

If my true love she was gone
I would surely find another
To pick wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will you go, lassie, go?

And we'll all go together
To pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?

Vorrei poterti ricordare cosi
con quel sorriso acceso d'amore
un'occhiata di sole,
come se fosse uscita di colpo li
vorrei poterti ricordare lo sai
anche se ha mosso il sentimento che hai
come una storia importante davvero
solo un canto leggero..

che danno un dispiacere
Sto pensando a parole d'addio
trovano da bere..
ma nel deserto che lasciano dietro se

Certi amori regalano un'emozione per sempre
momenti che restano cosi impressi nella mente
certi amori ti lasciano una canzone per sempre
parole che restano cosi nel cuore della gente...
piu di quel tempo che ti posso dare


Vorrei poterti dedicare di piu,
ma nel mio mondo non ci sei solo tu
io percio devo andare...

che voglio rivedere
Ci sono mari e ci sono colline
ci sono amici che aspettano ancora me
per giocare insieme.

momenti che restano cosi impressi nella mente
Certi amori regalano un'emozione per sempre
certi amori ti lasciano una canzone per sempre
parole che restano cosi nel cuore della gente...
nel cuore della gente..
di quelle che restano cosi nel cuore della gente.momenti belli che restano cosi impressi nella mente..
certi amori regalano un'emozione per sempre

The wren, oh the wren; he's the king of all birds,
On St. Stevens day he got caught in the furze,
So it's up with the kettle and it's down with the pan,
Won't you give us a penny for to bury the wren.
(Lilting)

Well, it's Christmas time; that's why we're here,
Please be good enough to give us an ear,
For we'll sing and we'll dance if you give us a chance,
And we won't be comin' back for another whole year.
(lilting)

We'll play Kerry polkas; they're real hot stuff,
We'll play the Masons Apron and the Pinch of Snuff,
Jon Maronley's jig and the Donegal reel,
Music made to put a spring in your heel.
(lilting)

If there's a drink in the house, would it make itself known,
Before I sing a song called "The Banks of the Lowne",
And I'll drink with you with occasion in it,
For me poor dry throat and I'll sing like a linnet.
(lilting)

Oh please give us something for the little birds wake,
A big lump of pudding or some Christmas cake,
A fist full o' goose and a hot cup o' tay (Tea),
And then we'll all be goin' on our way.
(lilting)

repeat first verse and then lilt verse twice.

Near Bethlehem did shepherds keep
Their flocks of lambs and feeding sheep
To whom God's angels did appear
Which put the shepherds in great fear.
"Arise and go", the angels said
"To Bethlehem, be not afraid
For there you'll find this happy morn'
A princely Babe, sweet Jesus born"

There were three wise men from afar
Directed by a glorious star,
And on they wandered night and day
Until they came where Jesus lay.
And when they came unto that place
Where our beloved Messiah was,
They humbly laid at his feet,
Their gifts of gold and incense sweet.

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!

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!

All the streets are filled with laughter and light
And the music of the season
And the merchants windows are all bright
With the faces of the children
And the families hurrying to their homes
As the sky darkens and freezes
Theyll be gathering around the hearths and tales
Giving thanks for all God's graces
And the birth of the rebel Jesus

Well they call him by the Prince of Peace
And they call him by the Savior
And they pray to him upon the seas
And in every bold endeavor
As they fill his churches with their pride and gold
And their faith in him increases
But they've turned the nature that I worshipped in
From a temple to a robber's den
In the words of the rebel Jesus

We guard our world with locks and guns
And we guard our fine possessions
And once a year when Christmas comes
We give to our relations
And perhaps we give a little to the poor
If the generosity should seize us
But if any one of us should interfere
In the business of why they are poor
They get the same as the rebel Jesus

But please forgive me if I seem
To take the tone of judgement
For I've no wish to come between
This day and your enjoyment
In this life of hardship and of earthly toil
We have need for anything that frees us
So I bid you pleasure
And I bid you cheer
From a heathen and a pagan
On the side of the rebel Jesus.

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

Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light
Just a few at the scene and they all did agree
That the man who ran looked a lot like me

Well the judge said, "Son, what's your alibi?
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die"
But I spoke not a word, though it meant my life
For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife

She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, Lord, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me

Well, the scaffold is high and eternity near
She stands in the crowd and sheds not a tear
But sometimes at night when the cold winds moans
In a long black veil, she cries all over my bones

She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, Lord, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me

Nobody knows but me, yeah

When first I came to Ireland
Some pleasure for to find
It's there I spied a damsel fair
Most pleasing to my mind
Her rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes
Like arrows pierced my breast
They call her lovely Molly O
The Lily of the West

One day as I was walking
Down by a shady grove
I espied a Lord of high degree
Conversing with my love
She sang a song delightful
While I was sore oppressed
Saying "I bid adieu to Molly O
The Lily of the West..."

I stepped up with my rapier
And my dagger in my hand
And dragged him from my false love
And boldly bid him stand
But being mad with desperation
I swore I'd pierce his breast
I was then deceived by Molly O
The Lily of the West
I then did stand my trial
And boldly I did plead

A flaw was in my indictment found
And that soon had me freed
That beauty bright I did adore
The judge did her address
"Now go, you faithless Molly O
The Lily of the West."

Now that I've gained my liberty
A-roving I will go
I'll ramble through old Ireland
And travel Scotland o'er
Tho' she thought to swear my life away
She still disturbs my rest
I still must style her Molly O
The Lily of the West

Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and the shamrock
Farewell to the girls of old Ireland all 'round
And may their hearts be as merry as ever they could wish for
As far away o'er the ocean I'm bound

My father is old and my mother's right feeble
To leave their own country, it would grieve their heart sore
Oh, the tears down their cheeks, in great floods they are rolling
To think that I must die upon some far and foreign shore

But what matter to me, where my bones they may lie buried
If in peace and contentment I can spend my life
The green fields of Amerikay, they daily are calling
It's there I'll find an end to my misery and strife

So pack up your sea stores now, consider it no longer
Ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay
With no taxes or tithe there to devour up your wages
Across on the green fields of Amerikay

The lint dams are gone and the looms are lying idle
Gone are the winders of baskets and creels
And away o'er the ocean, go journeyman cowboys
And fiddlers who play out the old mountain reels

Ah, but I mind the time when old Ireland was flourishing
And most of her tradesmen did work for good pay
Ah, but since our manufacturers have crossed the Atlantic
Well, it's now that I must follow onto Amerikay

And now to conclude and to finish my ditty
If e'er a friendless Irishman should happen my way
With the best in the house, I will greet him and welcome him
At home on the green fields of Amerikay

So pack up your sea stores now, consider it no longer
Ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay
With no taxes or tithe there to devour up your wages
Across on the green fields of Amerikay

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.

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.

The boar's head in hand bear I,
Bedeck'd with bays and rosemary.
And I pray you, my masters, be merry
Quot estis in convivio (Translation: As many as are in the feast)

CHORUS
Caput apri defero (Translation: The boar's head I offer)
Reddens laudes Domino (Translation: Giving praises to the Lord)

The boar's head, as I understand,
Is the rarest dish in all this land,
Which thus bedeck'd with a gay garland
Let us servire cantico. (Translation: Let us serve with a song)

CHORUS

Our steward hath provided this
In honour of the King of Bliss;
Which, on this day to be served is
In Reginensi atrio. (Translation: In the Queen's hall)

CHORUS

The boar's head in hand bear I,
Bedeck'd with bays and rosemary.
And I pray you, my masters, be merry
Quot estis in convivio (Translation: As many as are in the feast)

CHORUS

I knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas
And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve
I wonder if they grew up hating the season
The good will that lasts till the Feast of Saint Stephen

For that is the time to eat, drink, and be merry
Till the beer is all spilled and the whiskey has flowed
And the whole family tree you neglected to bury
Are feeding their faces until they explode

There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
’Cause it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
Ah, it's nice for the kids, as you finally get rid of them
In the Saint Stephen's Day Murders

Uncle is garglin' a heart-breaking air
While the babe in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair
And we're not drunk enough yet to dare criticize
The great big kipper tie he's about to baptize

With his gin-flavoured whiskers and kisses of sherry
His best Crimble shirt slung out over the shop
While the lights from the Christmas tree blow up the telly
His face closes in like an old cold pork chop

And the carcass of the beast left over from the feast
May still be found haunting the kitchen
And there's life in it yet, we may live to regret
When the ones that we poisoned stop twitchin'

There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
’Cause it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
Ah, it's nice for the kids, as you finally get rid of them (rid of them)
In the Saint Stephen's Day Murders

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,
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, 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,