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Adam In Paradise
02:54
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When Adam was in Paradise
In the first of recreation
Although he was in plentiness
He murmured at our station;
Although he never seen the fair
But aye his notion it was there,
– With you, my dear, I’ll part and share
And I’ll hug you in my bosom
Fill your glasses to the brim
Toast about the jorum bowl
That every lad may get the lass
That he loves in his bosom
When Adam he was all alone
A slumber it was granted him,
A rib was taken from his side
To make up what was wanting;
But when this rib became a maid
Just like a rose or blossom blown
Then Adam he began his trade
For to hug her in his bosom.
– Oh lassie, will you take a walk
To view fair Nature in its bloom
And see the corn growing from the stalk?
And so will I, my dearie.
To yonder bower we did prepare
In search of pleasure and fresh air
And the lassie said she was content
For to lie in his bosom.
Then Eve she did return the rib
For Adam he was wanton
And then they ventured hand in hand
In pleasure and contentment
Through shady groves and valleys green
In fair or foul weather
They left the land of paradise
To the face the world together.
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Chorus:
Hurray me boys hurrah
No more do I wish for to roam
For the sun it will shine in the harvest time
For the welcome poor Paddy home.
Farewell to the shamrock shore
No longer can I stay
I intend to cross the ocean
Bound for Amerikay
Chorus
And when we're on the ocean
You're always on my mind
So fare thee well old Ireland
And the girl I left behind
Chorus
The Scotsman he loves the thistle
The Englishman he loves the rose
But the true-born son of old Ireland
He loves where the shamrock grows
Chorus
So to conclude and finish
May fortune always prove kind
And my toast it shall be so far away
To the friends I leave behind
Chorus
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My parents reared me tenderly I being their only son
Little, little did they think I would follow the fife and drum
They brought me up in the fear of god kept me from toil and woe
Which makes me sigh aye and oft times cry I wish the war was o’er
To finish my education they sent me to school awhile
And by their hard industry kept me in proper style
But with some liquor in my head I sailed for Glasgow green
I enlisted with John Barber all for to serve the queen
After seven long years had passed and gone I thought on my liberty
After seven long years had passed and gone I thought I would be free
But the answer the colonel gave to me it oft times make me sigh
That I was bound to serve the queen ”til all the wars were bye
Oh once I thought I ne’r would be in this dejected state
A poor forlorn solider exposed to hardships great
The bird that flutters on each branch with terror strikes my heart
Each star I see alarms me from war I must depart
I’ll take my second bounty perhaps it will be for life
And I’ll cross the briny ocean and the gun will be my wife
And I’ll fill up a flowing glass and toss it o’er and o’er
Fair maid don’t mourn for I’ll return when the cruel war is o’er
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The Rambling Irishman
04:11
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I am a rambling Irishman
In Ulster I was born in
And many's the happy hour I spent
On the banks of sweet Lough Erne
But to live poor I could not endure
And like others of my station
To America I sailed away
And left this Irish nation
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-noora nandy
The night before I went away
I spent it with my darling
From three o'clock in the afternoon
'Til the break of day next morning
But when that we were going to part
we linked each others arms
And you maybe sure, and very sure
It wounded both our charms
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-noora nandy
'Twas on a Sunday morning
Bright Phoebus was a dawnin'
'Twas on that day we sailed away
On the brig they call Eliza
When four or five of our best men
By fever were compounded
Aye, and seven more jumped over board
And were willfully drown-ed
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-noora nandy
When we arrived on the other side
We were both stout and healthy
We dropped our anchor in the bay
Going down to Philadelphia
So let every lass link with her lad
In blue jacket and white trousers
And let every lad link with his lass
Blue petticoat and white flounces
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-noora nandy
For we're the boys that can't be beat
And yet no danger fearing
'Twas on that day we took our leave
Of captain, mates, aye, and sailors
We gave three cheers for old Ireland
It being our former quarter
And like a flock of sheep we strayed away
Shook hands and departed
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-noora nandy
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-noora nandy
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Molly Bán
02:36
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Oh, Molly Bán sit by my side, my joy and heart’s delight,
And lay your head upon me, or I won’t live the night.
I’d swim the river Suir and the Shannon after thee,
If I could be in love with you a long day and a year.
And I wouldn’t sell my heart, or the bridle that’s dear
For all the ships that anchored in Galway Bay this year,
The fields and the meadows, where we’ve often chased the deer,
If I could be in love with you, a long day and a year.
And if I owned Port Omna or Edinburgh Town,
Or Limerick’s division or Dublin all around,
‘Tis freely I would give them, and for your sake my dear,
If I could be in love with you, a long day and a year.
Send my love to Conamara for it is as fortune claims.
Likewise to you my Valentine, I long to see your face.
This place is nice and sunny dear, though I am far away.
‘Twas the rolling Shannon waters was the cause of my delay.
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What would you do if you married a solider?
What would I do but to follow his gun
What would you do if he died in the ocean?
What would I do only marry again
What would you do if the kettle boiled over?
What would I do but to fill it again
What would you do if the cows ate the clover?
What would I do but to set it again
The praties are dug and the frost is all over
Kitty lie over close to the wall
How would you like to be married to a solider?
Kitty lie over close to the wall
The praties all boil and the herrings are roasted
Kitty lie over close to the wall
You to be drunk and I to be sober
Kitty lie over close to the wall
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One Morning In May
02:57
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One morning in May
As I carelessly did stray
For to view yon gay meadows
And the lambs sport and play
In the clear morning dew
As I lay down to muse
A fair maiden of honour
Appeared in my view.
Says I "Pretty maid
How happy we could be.
For it is so decreed, love
That married we should be.
Let me not see a frown
For this heart is your own!"
But when these words they were spoken
Sure the tears trickled down
"Come dry up your tears
There is nothing to fear.
I would roam through the green fields
For many's a long year!"
But when the birds sang so sweet
This young man proved his deceit
Saying, "Adieu, pretty fair maid
We shall never more meet."
So with my sniff box and cane
The whole world I would range
Like Venus or Diana
In search of her swain
And when the moon does shine clear
I will mourn for my dear
Over mountains, clear fountains
Where no one would hear.
There's one thing I know
Aye, and that before I go
I will never return for
To hear your sad whoa
And there's another thing I know
Aye, and that before I go
That the ranger and the stranger
Has many's the foe.
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My true love she is beautiful, my true love she is young
Here eyes are as blue as the violet’s hue and silvery sounds her tongue
Silvery sounds her tongue me boys as I sing this lay
But she’s doing it grand in a distant land 10,000 miles away
Blow ye winds hi-ho a roving we will go
I’ll stay no more on Erin’s shore, let your music play
I’m off on the morning train across the raging mane
For I’m in the mood of my true love 10,000 miles away
It was on a dark and dismal night when first I met my pet
She’d a government band around her hand and another one ‘round her neck
And another one ‘round her leg me boys as I sing this lay
but she’s doing it grand in a distant land 10,000 miles away
Blow ye winds…
If I were a sailor lad, me boys, or even a bombardier
I would hire a boat, on the ocean float to my true love I would steer
To my true love I would steer me boys where the dancing dolphins play
Where the whales and sharks kick up their larks 10,000 miles away
Blow ye winds…
Hurrah for a gay and gallant barque and a light and a gentle breeze
And a captain too and a jolly crew for to carry me o’er the sea
To carry me o’er to my true love dressed up like a lady gay
Goodbye says she remember me 10,000 miles away
Blow ye winds…
May the sun shine bright through the Belfast fog, may the tide run smooth and clear
May the ocean brine turn into wine if ever I see my dear
If ever I see my dear me boys dressed up like a lady they say
Goodbye says she remember me 10,000 miles away.
Blow ye winds…
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Green Grows The Laurel
03:08
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I once had a true love but now I have none
She's gone and left me and I’m all alone
And she’s gone and left me contented must be
She loves another far better than me
Green grow the laurel and soft falls the dew
Sorry am I love I’m parted with you
And it’s sorry am I love contented must be
She loves another far better than me.
I passed my love’s window both early and late
And the look that she gave me it did my heart break
The looks that he gave me would ten thousand kill
She loves another but I love her still
Green grow the laurel and soft falls the dew
Sorry am I love I’m parted with you
And it’s sorry am I love contented must be
She loves another far better than me.
I wrote her a letter in grand rosely lines
Tne the answer she sent back was twisted and twined
You write your love letters and I will write to mine
you write to your love and I will write mine.
Green grow the laurel and soft falls the dew
Sorry am I love I’m parted with you
And it’s sorry am I love contented must be
She loves another far better than me.
I wonder and wonder why women love me
I wonder and ever think why they love them
women are faithful and kind as you know
but men are decivers where ever they go.
Green grow the laurel and soft falls the dew
Sorry am I love I’m parted with you
And it’s sorry am I love contented must be
She loves another far better than me.
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Come landlady will you rise up now
And let your eyebrows not be frowning
Come fill to me a flowing glass
And you'll get paid when it is morning
Níl 'na lá ná an lá
Níl 'na lá ná an mhaidin
Níl 'na lá ná an lá
Bean a rá 'gus í mar mhagadh
Here are jugs and here are mugs
And here is where the ale is stronger
If there's no money in your pocket
Be off with you, you can stay no longer
Chorus
I put my hand into my pocket
And I drew out my last half crown
And I banged it down upon the counter
Saying 'Bring to me a pint of porter!'
Chorus
I am a silly, foolish man
Who lets the rent pour down my thrapple
And I've brought great hardship on myself
Whilst bringing joy to other people
Chorus
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Brian Ó hAirt Portland, Oregon
Brian is a singer, musician, dancer, and Irish Gaelic speaker. His artistry draws from his youth spent among the Irish diaspora of the upper Midwest and his coming of age in the vibrant Gaelic communities of Ireland’s west coast. He teaches and performs at many of the most prestigious festivals and cultural gatherings in North America with Chicago-based ensemble Bua and singing legend Len Graham. ... more
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