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Music from Ireland and beyond… Mieres EOI 27 March 2017

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Page 1: Music from Ireland and beyond

Music from Ireland and beyond…Mieres EOI 27 March 2017

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Derry

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Cheltenham

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PADDY'S GREEN SHAMROCK SHORE

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PADDY'S GREEN SHAMROCK SHORE

From Derry quay we sailed away On the twenty-third of May We boarded with a pleasant crew, bound for Amerikay Fresh water we did take on board Five thousand gallons or more In case we'd run short on the way to New York Far away from the Shamrock Shore.

So fare thee well, sweet Liza dear Likewise to Derry town And twice farewell to my comrade boysThat dwell on that sainted ground If fortune it ever should favour me, And I to have money in store I'll go back and I'll wed the lassie I left On Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore.

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We sailed three weeks, we were all seasick Not a man on board was free We were all confined unto our bunks With no-one to pity poor me. No father, no mother, no sister dear To lift up my head, when it was sore Which made me think more of the lass I left On Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore.

So fare thee well, sweet Liza dear Likewise unto Derry town And twice farewell to my comrade boys That dwell on that sainted ground If fortune it ever should favour me, and I to have money in store I'll go back and I'll wed the lass I left On Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore.

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We safely reached the other side In four and twenty days, We were taken as passengers by a man And led off in six foot long drays We each of us raised a parting glassin case we should never meet more And we drank a health to old Ireland And Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore

So fare thee well, sweet Liza dear Likewise unto Derry town And twice farewell to my comrade boys That dwell on that sainted ground If fortune it ever should favour me And I to have money in store I'll go back and I'll wed the wee lass I left On Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore.

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Carlos II

High Germany

Felipe V1

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High Germany

O Polly lovely Polly, the rout has now begunAnd we must go a-marching to the beating of the drum:Go dress yourself all in your best And come along with me,I'll take you to the cruel wars in High Germany.

O Willie, darling Willie, you mark what I do say,My feet they are so tender I cannot march away,And besides, my dearest Willie, I am with child by thee.Not fitted for the cruel wars in High Germany.

I'll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride,And all of my delight shall be riding by your sideWe'll call at every ale house, and drink when we are dry,We’ll be true to one another, and get married by and by.

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O cursed be the cruel wars that ever they should riseAnd out of merry Ireland press many a lad likewise!They took my darling Willie, likewise my brothers three,And sent them to the cruel wars in High Germany.

My friends I do not value, my foes I do not fearFor now my true love’s left me and wanders far and nearAnd when my baby it is born and dandling on my kneeI’ll think of handsome Willy in High Germany

O Polly lovely Polly, the rout has now begunAnd we must go a-marching to the beating of the drum:Go dress yourself all in your best And come along with meI'll take you to the cruel wars in High Germany.

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Jock Stewart

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Jock Stewart Oh, my name is Jock Stewart, I'm a canny gaun man,And a roving young fellow I've been.So be easy and free, when you're drinking with meI'm a man you don't meet every day. I have acres of land, I have men I command,And I’ve always a shilling to spare.So be easy and free, when you're drinking with meI'm a man you don't meet every day. Oh, I took up my dog, and with him I did shoot,All down by the County Kildare.So be easy and free, when you're drinking with meI'm a man you don't meet every day.  

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I'm a roving young blade, I'm a piper by tradeAnd there's many a tune I can play.So be easy and free, when you're drinking with meI'm a man you don't meet every day. So come fill up your glasses with brandy and wine.What ever it costs, I will pay.And be easy and free, when you're drinking with meI'm a man you don't meet every day

Oh, my name is Jock Stewart, I'm a canny gaun man,And a roving young fellow I've been.So be easy and free, when you're drinking with meI'm a man you don't meet every day.

 

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Farewell to the Gold

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Farewell to the Gold (Paul Metzers)Shotover River, in gold it’s waning It's years since the colour I've seen. It’s no use just sitting, Lady Luck blaming I'll pack up and make the break clean.

Farewell to the gold that never I found, Goodbye to the nuggets that somewhere abound; For it's only when dreaming that I see you gleaming Down in the dark deep underground.

It's nearly two years since I left my old mother For adventure and gold by the pound. With Jimmy the prospector, he was another, For the hills of Otago we were bound.

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We worked the Cardrona's dry valley all over Old Jimmy Williams and me. They were making good dollars on the winding Shotover So we headed down there just to see.

Farewell to the gold that never I found, Goodbye to the nuggets that somewhere abound; For it's only when dreaming that I see you gleaming Down in the dark deep underground.

We sluiced and we cradled for day after day Making barely enough to get by Then a terrible flood swept Jimmy away During six stormy days in July.

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PEGGY GORDON

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PEGGY GORDON

O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling Come sit you down upon my kneeAnd tell to me the very reason Why I am slighted so by thee

If I had pen from Pennsylvania And Holland paper so snowy whiteAnd I had ink as black as secrets A true love letter to you I’d write

I put my head to a cask of brandy It was my fancy, I do declareFor when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking Of how to gain my Peggy dear

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Mayday

Distress call 1923Frederick Stanley Mockford Croydon Airport

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Press gangs 1664-1815

The King’s Shilling

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O wind from the south That makes every pasture so green Bring the fish to the waterfall, Abundance of fruit to the treesIt is far to the north I think you are minded to blow To that country I know  He was a father a lover, an uncle a brother a sonBut he’s pressed to the navy And now he’s nothing to no-oneThe rats and mosquitos Are all the companions he seesAnd he longs to be free

MayDay Mayday meMayday Mayday me They’re dancing the ribbons Entwining the family tree

 

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But the years are nearly doneAnd this deck will be bleached by the sunAnd this Southern wind will blowAnd the Gulf Stream will carry me home 

Oh wind from the south (Oh wind from the south)it is far to the north (it is far to the north)You are minded to blow

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Molly Malone

Dave Bartram ‘Last cockle-man in Britain’

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MOLLY MALONE 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 street broad and narrow Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh, Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"

She was a fishmonger and sure ‘twas no wonder For so were her mother and father before And they each wheeled their barrows Through streets broad and narrow Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"

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, alive oh"

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Dirty old town

I met my love by the gas works wall, Dreamed a dream by the old canalI Kissed my girl by the factory wallDirty old town, dirty old town

Clouds are drifting across the moon Cats are prowling on their beatSprings a girl from the streets at nightDirty old town, dirty old town

I heard a siren from across the docks Saw a train set the night on fireSmelled the spring on the smoky windDirty old town, dirty old town

I’m going to make me a good sharp axe Shining steel tempered in the fireI’ll chop you down like an old dead treeDirty old town, dirty old town

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The Wild Rover

“You can't be a real country unless you have a beer - it helps if you have some kind of football team, or some nuclear weapons, but in the very least you need a beer.”― Frank Zappa

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The Wild RoverI've been a wild rover for many a year And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer, And 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 to an ale-house I used to frequent And I told the landlady my money was spent. I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay Such a custom as yours I could have any day."

And it's no, nay, never, etc.

 

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Then out of my pocket I pulled sovereigns bright And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight. She gave me good whiskey and wines of the best Sure the words that I spoke they were only in jest."

And it's no, nay, never, No nay never no more Will I play the wild rover No never no more .   I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son. And if they forgive me as often before Then I never will play the wild rover no more.

And it's no, nay, never, etc.

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The Lakes of Ponchartrain

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The Lakes of Ponchartrain.T’was on one bright morning I bid New Orleans adieuAnd took the road to Jackson’s Town My fortune to renewI cursed our foreign money, no credit could I gainWhich filled my heart with longing For the lakes of Ponchartrain.  I jumped on board a railroad car Beneath the morning sunAnd rode the roads till evening Then I laid me down againAll strangers there, no friends to me Till a dark girl towards me cameAnd I fell I love with that Creole girl By the lakes of Ponchartrain  

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I said “My petty Creole girl, my money is no good. And if it weren't for the alligators I'd sleep out in the wood." "You're welcome, here kind, stranger. Our house is very plain But we never turned a stranger out By the lakes of Ponchartrain."

She took me to her mammy’s house And she treated me right well; Her hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell. To try and paint her picture I’m sure t’would be vain So handsome was that Creole girl By the lakes of Ponchartrain.  

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I asked her if she'd marry meShe said that ne'er could beFor she had got a lover, and he was far at sea, She said she would wait for him And true she would remain, Until he returned for the Creole girl By the lakes of Ponchartrain.  So fare thee well my pretty young girl, I never will see thee more But I’ll ne’er forget your kindness in that cottage by the shore And at each social gathering a flowing glass I’ll drain And I'll drink a health to the Creole girl By the lakes of Ponchartrain.

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And

Sláinte!

Good Luck