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Níl Na Lá
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Tá na caoirigh ag ithe an gheamhair
Tá na gamhna ag ól an bhainne
Prátaí síos gan díolachán
's duine gan mheabhair na raghfá abhaile
curfá:
Nil 'na lá, tá 'na lá
Nil 'na lá, tá ar maidin
NIl 'na lá, tá 'na lá
Bean a rá, is i ar fhaga
Is deas an bhean i Siobhán óg
Gúna nua uirthí aníos ón siopa
Is breathnaím ar mo ghiní óir
'S i a' rince ar an mbord leis an phoc ar buile
Don't send me out into the dark
The night is cold and I'll be perished
But come to bed with me awhile
And we'll be warm beneath the blankets
Buailim suas, buailim síos
Buailim cleamhan ar bhean a leanna
Cuirim giní óir ar an mbord
Is bím ag ál anseo go maidin
Tá mo bhróga I dtigh an óil
Tá mo stocaí I dtigh á leanna
Tá na coiligh go léir ag glaoch
Is b'éigean domsa dhul abhaile
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The Gypsy Princess
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England's Motorway
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In a shady nook one moonlit night,
A Leprechaun I spied
In scarlet cap and coat of green,
A cruiskeen by his side.
Tick, tick, tack, his hammer went,
Upon a weeny shoe,
And I laughed to think of his purse of gold,
But the fairy was laughing too.
With tip-toe step and beating heart,
Quite softly I drew nigh.
There was mischief in his merry face,
A twinkle in his eye;
He hammered and sang with tiny voice,
And drank his mountain dew;
Oh! I laughed to think he was caught at last-,
But the fairy was laughing, too.
As quick as thought I seized the elf,
"Your fairy purse," I cried,
"My purse?" said he, "'tis in her hand,
That lady by your side."
I turned to look, the elf was off,
And what was I to do?
Oh! I laughed to think of the fool I'd been,
And, the fairy was laughing too.
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Shrove 44
02:09
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Oh ,Shrove 44 it went on in great style,
It went on for three weeks and a fortnight.
I think I’ll get married but hold on a while,
‘Tis better hold tough and be cautious.
Although we are living in critical times;
The oceans around us are swaming with mines;
I think I’ll go forgien to pick up a wife,
The ones around home are no bargain.
Now the first one that called was from Screathan na nGamhan
She was only a shoemaker's daughter
She had two bandy collups like the banks of the Nile
And a very short fall to her waters.
She’d be seen every Sunday going down to first Mass,
Her walk it ‘twas quick with a wag in her arse-
They say she would take the odd roll in the grass
With Tadgheen the stal from Doirín Álainn
The second that came she was rushing for time
She ran all the way from Uibh Ráthach
Her dress it was torn from a bucko from Gleann
And her arse was exposed to the strom.
In her long boney finger she held the long bead
And loudly she chanted the Apostles’ Greed
Saying, “Send me a husband of very high breed,
Before the daylight in the morning.”
Now, who is this coming ‘tis getting so late
Is it Katie or Molly or Mary?
You’d know by their whiskers, they’re well out of date;
They looking downhearted and lonely.
Sure, they’re there since the famine of Black ‘48
But as the old fella says, “Sure, ‘tis never too late!
Take ‘Em down to stal Downey and get them to mate,
And he’ll give them a slap of his detail.
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As I Roved Out
04:18
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As I roved out on a bright May morning
To view the meadows and flowers gay
Whom should I spy but my own true lover
As she sat under yon willow tree
I took off my hat and I did salute her
I did salute her most courageously
When she turned around well the tears fell from her
Sayin' "False young man, you have deluded me
A diamond ring I owned I gave you
A diamond ring to wear on your right hand
But the vows you made, love, you went and broke them
And married the lassie that had the land"
"If I'd married the lassie that had the land, my love
It's that I'll rue till the day I die
When misfortune falls sure no man can shun it
I was blindfolded I'll ne'er deny"
Now at nights when I go to my bed of slumber
The thoughts of my true love run in my mind
When I turned around to embrace my darling
Instead of gold sure it's brass I find
And I wish the Queen would call home her army
From the West Indies, Amerikay and Spain
And every man to his wedded woman
In hopes that you and I will meet again.
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The Fuchsia Band Cork, Ireland
The Fuchsia Band are 4 lads from Cork who play, sing and have the craic through Traditional Irish Music.
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