Diese Box im DVD-Format enthält 2 CDs mit allen Songs aus "Irish Folk Traditionals" und "Irish Folk Traditionals 2", dazu gibt es noch einen Bonustrack - insgesamt 24 Songs. |
Songs:
Come over the hills my handsome Irish lad Come over the hills to your darling You choose the road love, and I'll make a vow That I'll be your true love forever Red is the rose that by yonder garden grows And fair is the lily of the valley Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne But my love is fairer than any Down by Killarneys green woods we did stray The moon and the stars they were shining The moon shone it's rays on his locks of golden hair And he swore he'd be my love forever Red is the rose that by yonder garden grows And fair is the lily of the valley Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne But my love is fairer than any It's not for the parting that my sister pains It's not for the grief of my mother It's all for the loss of my handsome Irish lad Now my heart is broken forever Red is the rose by yonder garden grows And fair is the lily of the valley Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne But my love is fairer than any. |
He sits at the corner of Beggar's Bush Astride of an old packing case And the dolls at the end of the plank were dancing As he groans with a smile on his face la-la-la-la Come day, go day Wish in me heart it was Sunday la-la-la-la Drinkin' buttermilk all the week And it's whiskey on a Sunday His tired old hands from a wooden beam And the puppets they danced up and down A far better show than you ever will see In the fanciest theatre in town In nineteen-o-two on a sad day he died The song it was heard no more The three dancing dolls in the dustbin were thrown And the plank went up in the backdoor On some stormy night if you're passing that way When the wind's blowing up from the sea You may still hear the song of old Seth Davy That he groans to his dancing dolls three |
The first of my journeys it is very well known I first made my way to the County Tyrone All the young men and maidens they used me well there And they called me the stranger and the rambler from Clare It was there I enlisted in the town called Fermoy But with too many masters I could not comply I deserted one morning, the truth to declare And for Limerick city steps the rambler from Clare But while a deserter myself lay concealed I was taken and brought to the town of Rathkeale And from there to headquarters I soon did repair And now the jail is the lodgings of the rambler from Clare I took off my cap and I made a low bow In the hopes that the sergeant might pardon me now But the pardon he gave me 'twas hard and severe It was, Bind him, confine him, he's the rambler from Clare It was then the United men they came on the town They attacked and they conquered with fame and renown The jail they broke open and they rescued me there And they made full commander of the rambler from Clare But now that I'm titled a United man No more can I stay in my own native land But away to Americay I must repair And must leave all the friends of the rambler from Clare So farewell to my comrades where'er you may be Likewise to my sweetheart sweet Sally Magee For the sails they're all set and the wind it blows fair He's gone, God be with him, he's the rambler from Clare |
O' Sullivan's John to the road you've gone Far away from your native home You've gone with the tinker's daughter Far along the road to roam Sullivan's John you won't stick it long Till your belly will soon get slack As you're going the road with a mighty load And a tool-box on your back I met Katy Coffee with her neat baby Behind on her back strapped on She Had an old ash plant in her hand For to drive her donkey on Enquiring at every farmer's house As along the road she passed It's Where could she find an oul pot for to mend And where could she get an ass There's a hairy ass fair in the County Clare In a place they call Spancil Hill Where me brother James got a rap of a hames And poor Paddy they tried to kill They loaded him up on a donkey and cart While Kate and big Mary looked on OH bad luck to the day that I went away To join with the tinkers band |
I'll tell my ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right till I go home. She is handsome, she is pretty She is the bell of Belfast city She is counting 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 they ring at the bell Sayin' "Oh my true love, are you well?" Out she comes as white as snow Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes Old John Murray says she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye. Let the wind and rain and the hail blow high And the snow come tumblin' from the sky She's as nice as apple pie 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. |
Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, Brooding o'er the old disgrace That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place, Drove you to the fern. Grey said victory was sure, Soon the firebrand he'd secure, Until he met at Glenmalure With Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne. See the swords at Glen Imaal They flash all over the English Pale See all the children of the Gael Beneath O'Byrne's banners. Rooster of a fighting stock Would you let a Saxon cock Crow out upon an Irish rock? Fly up and teach him manners. From Tassagart to Clonmore There flows a stream of Saxon gore. Well great is Rory Og O More At sending the loons to Hades. White is sick, Grey is fled; Now for black Fitzwilliam's head. We'll send it over dripping red To Liza and her ladies. Curse and swear, Lord Kildare. Fiach will do, what Fiach will dare. Now Fitzwilliam, have a care, Fallen is your star low. Up with halberd, up the sword, On we'll go for, by the Lord, Fiach MacHugh has given the word; Follow me up to Carlow. |
The lambs on the green hills, they sport and they play And many strawberries grow round the salt sea, How sad is my heart when my love is away How many's the ship sails the ocean. The bride and bride's party to church they did go, The bride she rode foremost, she bears the best show, But I followed after with my heart full of woe To see my love wed to another. The first place I saw her was in the church stand Gold rings on her finger and her love by the hand, Says I, my wee lassie, I will be the man Although you are wed to another. The next place I saw her was on the way home, I rode on before her, not knowing where to roam. Says I, my wee lassie, I'll be by your side Although you are wed to another. Stop, stop, says the groomsman, till I speak a word Will you venture your life on the point of my sword, For courtin' so slowly you've lost this fair maid So, be gone for you'll never enjoy her. O make now my grave, both large, wide and deep And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet, And lay me down in it to take my last sleep, For that's the best way to forget her. |
Oh it's easy knowing the weavers when they come into town With their long yellow hair and their stockings hanging down And their aprons tied afore them and their scissors in their hands It's easy knowing the weavers for they'll never get their man Oh they'll never get their man, oh they'll never get their man It's easy knowing the weavers for they'll never get their man And it's easy knowing the doffers when they come into town With their long ragged hair and their stockings hanging down And their aprons tied afore them and their scissors in their hands It's easy knowing the doffers for they'll never get their man Oh they'll never get their man, oh they'll never get their man It's easy knowing the doffers for they'll never get their man Oh it's easy knowing the spinners when they come into town With their old ragged clothes and their weft all hanging down And their aprons tied afore them and their scissors in their hands It's easy knowing the spinners for they'll never get their man Oh they'll never get their man, oh they'll never get their man It's easy knowing the spinners for they'll never get their man And it's easy knowing the fleurers when they come into town With their long muzzled chins and their petticoats hanging down And their aprons tied afore them and their scissors in their hands It's easy knowing the fleurers for they'll always get their man Oh they'll always get their man, oh they'll always get their man It's easy knowing the fleurers for they'll always get their man |
Alas, my love, but you do me wrong To cast me off discourteously For I have loved you so long Delighting in your company Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves was my heart of gold And who but my Lady Greensleeves I have been ready at your hand To grant whatever you would crave I have both waged life and land Your love and goodwill for to have Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves was my heart of gold And who but my lady Greensleeves. Your vows you've broken, like my heart, Oh, why did you so enrapture me? Now I remain in a world apart But my heart remains in captivity. Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady Greensleeves. If you intend thus to disdain, It does the more enrapture me, And even so, I still remain A lover in captivity. Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady Greensleeves. |
It fell out upon one Martinmas time When snow lay on the border There came a troop of soldiers here To take up their winter quarters And they road south and they rode north And they rode o'er the border And there they met with a nice little girl She was a farmer's daughter Well, they made her swear a solemn oath A salt tear in her eye That she would come to the quarter gates But no one did her spy But she's gone to the barber's shop To the barber's shop went soon She made them cut her long, yellow hair As short as any dragoon And she's gone to the tailor's shop And dressed in soldier's clothes Two long pistols down by her side A nice, little boy was she And she's gone to the quarter gates And loudly she does call There comes a troop of soldiers here We must have lodgings all" And the quartermaster, he comes down He gives her half a crown "Go find your lodgings in the town Tonight there is no room" So she moved closer to the gates loudest she does call "Room, room, you gentlemen You must have lodgings all" And the quartermaster, he comes down He gives her eighteen pence "Go find your lodgings in the town Tonight'll come a wench" So she took a pistol from her side She blew it loud and shrill The longer you plea with your eighty pence You'll not get a girl at all" And she took the garter from her knee The ribbon from her hair She tied them 'round the quarter gates A token she'd been there And when they found that it was her They tried to have her taken She slapped her spurs to her horse's side She galloped home a maiden |
The water is wide, I can't cross o'er Neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that can carry two And both shall row, my love and I A ship there is and she sails the sea She's loaded deep as deep can be But not as deep as the love I'm in I know not if I sink or swim I leaned my back against an oak Thinking it was a mighty tree But first it bent and then it broke So did my love prove false to me I reached my finger into some soft bush Thinking the fairest flower to find I pricked my finger to the bone And left the fairest flower behind Oh love be handsome and love be kind A sparkling jewel when first it is new But love grows old and waxes cold And fades away like the morning dew Must I go bound while you go free Must I love a man who won't love me Must I be born with so little art As to love a man who'll break my heart When cockle shells turn silver bells Then will my love come back to me When roses bloom in winter's gloom Then will my love return to me |
As I came down through Dublin City At the hour of twelve at night Who should I see but the Spanish lady Washing her feet by candlelight First she washed them, then she dried them Over a fire of amber coal In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so sweet about the sole Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay As I came back through Dublin City At the hour of half past eight Who should I spy but the Spanish lady Brushing her hair in the broad daylight First she tossed it, then she brushed it On her lap was a silver comb In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so fair since I did roam As I went back through Dublin City As the sun began to set Who should I spy but the Spanish lady Catching a moth in a golden net When she saw me, then she fled me Lifting her petticoat over her knee In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so shy as the Spanish lady I've wandered north and I've wandered south through Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond Round by Napper Tandy's house Old age had laid her hand on me Cold as fire of ashey coalsv But were is the lovely Spanish Lady, neat and sweet about the soul. |
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the grand city hall in New York 'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft And oh, how the wild winds drove her. She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts And we called her the Irish Rover. We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of stones We had three million sides of old blind horses hides, We had four million barrels of bones. We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs, Seven million barrels of porter. We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails, In the hold of the Irish Rover. There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute When the ladies lined up for his set He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk As he rolled the dames under and over They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance And he sailed in the Irish Rover There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee, There was Hogan from County Tyrone There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work And a man from Westmeath called Malone There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann Was the skipper of the Irish Rover We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out And the ship lost it's way in a fog. And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two, Just meself and the captain's old dog. Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock The bulkhead was turned right over Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned I'm the last of the Irish Rover |
You Gentlemen Sportsmen I pray listen all I'll sing you a song in the praise of Stewball And how they came over you shall understand By one Squire Irvine the Mell of our land. 500 bright guineas on the plains of Kildare I'll bet upon, Sportsmen, that bonny-grey mare Stewball hearing the wager, the wager was laid He said loving master, its don't be afraid. For on my side thou'st laid thousands of pounds I'll rig in thy castle a fine mass of gold. Squire Irvine he smiled, and thus he did say, You gentlemen-sportsmen to-morrow's the day Your saddles and bridles, and horses prepare, For we will away to the plains of Kildare. The day being come, & the horses bro't out, Squire Irvine he order'd his rider to mount. All the people then went to see them go round They swore in their hearts he ne'er touch'd the ground. And as they were riding this was the discourse The grey mare will never touch this horse. O, loving kind rider come tell unto me, How far is the grey mare behind you said he... O loving master you bear a great smile, Grey mare is behind me a large English mile For in this country I was ne'er seen before Thou hast won the race & broken lord Gore. |
On the ocean o´he Waves in motion o´ho Not but clouds could we see O´er the blue sea below Islay loomin´ o´he In the gloamin´ o´ho Our ship´s compass set we And our lights we did show Leis a Lurrighan o´he Leis a Lurrighan o´ho In the grey dark of evening O´er the waves let us go Aros passing o´he Was harrassing o´ho The proud billows to see High as masthead to flow Captain hollers o´he To his fellows o´ho Those that courage would flee Let him go down below Leis a Lurrighan o´he Leis a Lurrighan o´ho In the grey dark of evening O´er the waves let us go In the tempest o´he Waves were crashing o´ho And the cry of the sea As the cold winds did blow Captain hollers o´he To his fellows o´ho Those that won´t stay with me Let them go down below Leis a Lurrighan o´he Leis a Lurrighan o´ho In the grey dark of evening O´er the waves let us go |
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! |
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting. I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier. Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver, I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny. I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny. She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me, but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber, I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder. But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water, Then sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter. It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel, The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel. I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier, But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken. If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army, If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney. And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny, And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving, But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking. But I take delight in the juice of the barley, And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early musha ring dumma do damma da whack for the daddy 'ol whack for the daddy 'ol there's whiskey in the jar |
I've been a wild rover for many's the year I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer But now I'm returning with gold in great store And I never will play the wild rover no more And it's No, Nay, never, No, nay never no more Will I play the wild rover, No never no more I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent And I told the landlady me money was spent I asked her for credit, she answered me nay Such a customer as you I can have any day I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best And the words that you told me were only in jest" I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son And, when they've caressed me as oft times before I never will play the wild rover no more |
There were three old gypsies came to our hall door They came brave and boldly-o, The one sang high and the other sang low The other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o. It was upstairs downstairs the lady went She put on her suit of leather-o, There was a cry from around the door Shes away wi the raggle taggle gypsy-o. It was late that night when the Lord came in Enquiring for his lady-o, The servant girl she said to the Lord Shes away wi the raggle taggle gypsy-o. Then saddle for me my milk white steed For my big horse is not speedy-o, And I will ride till I seek my bride Shes away wi the raggle taggle gypsy-o. Now he rode East, he rode West He rode North and South also, Till he came to a wide open plain, There he spied his lady-o. How could you leave your goose featherbed With your blankets strewn so comely-o? How could you leave your newly wedded Lord All for the raggle taggle gypsy-o? What care I for my goose featherbed Wi ma blankets strewn so comely-o, Tonight I lie in a wide upon field In the arms of a raggle taggle gypsy-o. How could you leave your house and your land? How could you leave your money-o? How could you leave your only wedded Lord All for a raggle taggle gypsy-o? What care I for my house and my land? What care I for my money-o? Id rather have a kiss from the yellow gypsys lips Im away wi the raggle taggle gypsy-o. Away wi the raggle taggle gypsy-o. |
I know where I'm going And I know who's going with me I know who I love And the dear knows who I'll marry. I have stockings of silk And shoes of bright green leather Combs to buckle my hair And a ring for every finger. Some say he's black But I say he's bonnie The fairest of them all My handsome winsome Johnny. Feather beds are soft And painted rooms are bonny But I would leave them all To go with my love my Johnny. |
I am a roving sporting blade, they call me Jack of all Trades I always place my chief delight in courting pretty fair maids. So when in Dublin I arrived to try for a situation I always heard them say it was the pride of all the Nations. I'm a roving jack of many trades Of every trade of all trades And if you wish to know my name They call me Jack of all trades. On George's Quay I first began and there became a porter Me and my master soon fell out which cut my acquaintance shorter In Sackville Street, a pastry cook; In James' Street, a baker In Cook Street I did coffins make; In Eustace Street, a preacher. In Golden Lane I sold old shoes: In Meath Street was a grinder In Barrack Street I lost my wife. I'm glad I ne'er could find her. In Mary's Lane, I've dyed old clothes, of which I've often boasted In that noted place Exchequer Street, sold mutton ready roasted. |
The winter it has passed And the summer's come at last The small birds are singing in the trees And their little hearts are glad Ah, but mine is very sad Since my true love is far away from me And straight I will repair To the Curragh of Kildare For it's there I'll finds tidings of my dear The rose upon the briar And the clouds that float so high Bring joy to the linnet and the bee And their little hearts are blessed But mine can know no rest Since my true love is far away from me All you who are in love Aye and cannot it remove I pity the pain that you endure For experience lets me know That your hearts are filled with woe It's a woe that no mortal can cure |
Fare thee well to Prince's Landing Stage River Mersey, fare thee well Well I am bound for California A place that I know right well So fare thee well, my own true love When I return united we will be It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me But my darling when I think of thee Oh I am boarding a yankee sailing ship Davy Crockett is her name And Burgess is the captain of her And they say that she's a floatin' shame The sun is on the harbor, love And I wish that I could remain Because I know it will be some long long time Before I see you again |
Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free. Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea, Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun; And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done. Come by the hills to the land where life is a song. stand while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long, Where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done. Come by the hills to the land where legend remains. And the stories of old fill the heart and may yet come again, Where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won; And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done. Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free. Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs reach the sea, Where rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun; And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done. |