LOCH
LOMAND
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love were ever won't to go
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
CHORUS
O' ye'll tak the high road and I'll tak the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland before you;
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie bonnie banks of loch Lomond
T'was there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where in deep purple hue, the Highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.
Chorus
The wee birds do sing, and the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,
But the broken heart will ken nae second spring again,
Though the waefu' may cease fae their greeting
Chorus
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THE WATER IS WIDE
CHORUS
The water is wide I can't cross o'er
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall sail, my love and I
Our ship is there, she sails the seas
She's loaded deep, as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I will sink or swim
Chorus
For love is gentle and Love is kind
And love's a jewel when first it's new
But when it's old it waxes cool
and fades away like the morning dew
Chorus
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BUNCLODY
Oh, were I at the Moss House where the birds do increase,
At the foot of Mount Leinster or some silent place,
By the streams of Bunclody where all pleasures do meet,
And all I would ask is one kiss from you sweet.
If I was in Bunclody I would think myself at home,
'Tis there I would have a sweetheart, but here I have
none.
Drinking strong liqour in the height of my cheer,
Here's a health to Bunclody and the lass I love dear.
The cuckoo is a pretty bird, it sings as it flies,
It brings us good tidings and tells us no lies.
It sucks the young birds eggs to make its voice clear,
And the more it cries cuckoo, the summer draws near.
If I was a clerk and could write a good hand,
I would write my love a letter that she might understand,
For I am a young fellow that is wounded in love,
Once I lived in Bunclody but now must remove.
If I was a lark and had wings I could fly,
I would go to yon arbour where my love she does lie,
I'd proceed to you arbour where my true love does lie,
And on her fond bosom contented I would die.
'Tis why my love slights me as you may understand,
That she has a freehold and I have no land,
She has great store of riches and a large sum of gold,
And everything fitting a house to uphold.
So adieu my dear father, adieu my dear mother,
Farewell to my sister, farwell to my brother;
I am bound for America, my fortune to try,
When I think of Bunclody, I'm ready to die.
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DANNY BOY
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling,
From glen to glen and down the mountainside.
The summer's gone and all the roses falling,
'Tis you, 'tis you, must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so.
And when you come and all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
You'll come and find a place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear though soft your tread above me,
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be,
And you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall live in peace until you come to me.
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DOWN
BY THE GLENSIDE (Bold Fenian Men)
Down by the Glenside I met an old woman,
A plucking young nettles nor saw I was coming;
I listened awhile to the song she was hummin',
Glory O ! Glory O ! to the Bold Fenian Men.
"Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beamin'
On strong manly forms, as' on eyes with hope gleamin'
I see them again sure thro' all my day-dreamin'
Glory O ! Glory O ! to the Bold Fenian Men.
"When I was a girl their marchin' and drillin'
Awoke in the glenside sound awesome an thrillin'
They loved poor old Ireland an' to die they were willin
Glory O ! Glory O ! to the Bold Fenian Men.
"Some died by the glenside, some died 'mid the stranger.
And wise men have told us their cause was a failure,
But the stood by old Ireland an' never feared danger,
Glory O ! Glory O! to the Bold Fenian Men.
I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her,
Be life long or short I shall never forget her,
We may have great men, but we'll never have better,
Glory O ! Glory O! to the Bold Fenian Men
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THE CLIFFS OF DOONEEN
You may travel far, far from your own native home,
Far away o'er the mountains, far away o'er the foam.
But of all the fine places that I've ever been,
Oh , there is none can compare with the cliffs of
Dooneen.
It's a nice place to be on a fine summer's day,
Watching all the wild flowers that ne'er do decay,
Oh, the hare and the pheasant are plain to be seen,
Making homes for their young round the cliffs of Dooneen.
Take a view o'er the mountains, fine sights you'll
see there.
You'll see the high rocky mountains on the west coast
of Clare,
Oh, the towns of Kilkee and Kilrush can be seen,
From the high rocky slopes round the cliffs of Dooneen.
Fare thee well to Dooneen, fare thee well for a while,
And although we are parted by the raging sea wild,
Once again I will wander with my Irish colleen,
Round the high rocky slopes of the Cliffs of Dooneen.
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I KNOW WHERE I'M GOING
I know where I'm going
And I know who's going with me,
I know who I love,
But the dear knows who I'll marry.
I'll have stockings of silk,
Shoes of fine green leather,
Combs to buckle my hair
And a ring on every finger.
Feather beds are soft
Painted rooms are bonny.
But I'd leave them all
To go with my love Johnny.
Some say he is dark
I say he is bonny,
But flower of them all
Is my handsome, coaxing Johnny.
I know where I'm going
I know who's going with me,
I know who I love,
But the dear knows who I'll marry.
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MY LAGAN LOVE
Where Lagan stream sings lullabye,
There blows a lily fair,
The twilight gleam is in her eye,
The night is on her hair.
And-like a love-sick lenanshee,
She hath my heart in thrall.
Nor life I owe, nor liberty,
For love is lord of all.
And often when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled her eye to sleep,
I steal unto her shieling lorn
And thro' the dooring peep;
There on the cricket's singing stone
She stirs the bog-wood fire,
And hums in sad, sweet undertone
The song of heart's desire.
Her welcome like her love for me
Is from the heart within.
Her warm kiss is felicity
That knows no taint or sin.
When she was only fairy small,
Her gentle mother died.
But true love keeps her memory warm
By Lagan's silver side.
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THE LARK IN THE CLEAR AIR
Dear thoughts are in my mind, and my soul soars enchanted,
As I hear the sweet lark sing, in the clear air of the
day,
For a tender beaming smile to my hope has been granted,
And to-morrow she shall hear all my fond heart would
say.
I shall tell her all my love, all my soul's adoration.
And I think she will hear me, and will not say me nay;
It is this that gives my soul all its joyous elation,
As I hear the sweet lark sing, in the clear air of the
day.
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SALLY GARDENS
Down by the Sally gardens, my love and I did meet,
She passed the Sally gardens, with little snow-white
feet.
She bid me `Take love easy, as the leaves grow on the
tree',
But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree.
In a field down by the river, my love and I did stand
And on my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white
hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the
weirs:
But I was young and foolish and now am full of tears.
Down by the Sally gardens, my love and I did meet,
She passed the Sally gardens, with little snow-white
feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the
tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree.
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SKIBBEREEN
Oh, father dear, I oft-times hear your talk of Erin's
Isle.
Her lofty scene and valley green, her mountains rude
and wild.
Thery say it is a pretty place wherein a prince might
dwell
Then why did you abandon it? The reason to me tell.
My son, I loved our native land with energy and pride,
Until a blight came on the land and sheep and cattle
died.
The rent and taxes were to pay, I could not them redeem,
And that's the cruel reason why I left old Skibbereen.
It's well I do remember that bleak December day,
The landlord and the sheriff came to drive us all away,
They set the roof on fire with their demon yellow spleen,
And that's another reason why I left old Skibbereen.
It's well I do remember the year of forty-eight,
When I arose with Erin's boys to fight against the fate,
I was hunted through the mountains for a traitor to
the queen,
And that's another reason why I left old Skibbereen.
Oh, father dear, the day will come when vengeance loud
will call.
And we will rise with Erin's boys and rally one and
all,
I'll be the man to lead the van beneath our flag of
green,
And loud and high we'll raise the cry: 'Revenge for
Skibbereen!'
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SLIEVENAMON
Alone, all alone, by the wave-washed strand,
All alone in a crouded hall.
The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand,
But my heart is not here at all.
It flies far away, by night and by day,
To the time and the joys that are gone,
And I never can forget the sweet maiden I met,
In the valley near Slievenamon.
It was not the grace of her queenly air,
Nor her cheek of the rose's glow,
Nor her soft black eyes, nor her flowing hair,
Nor was it her lily-white brow.
Twas the soul of truth and of melting ruth,
And the smile of summer's dawn,
That stole my heart away,
one mild summer day.
In the valley near Slievenamon.
In the festive hall,
by the star watched shore,
My restless spirit cries
My love, oh my love, shall I ne'er see you more.
And my land will you ever uprise.
By night and by day I ever, ever pray,
While lonely my life flows on.
To see our flag unfurled
and my true love to enfold,
In the valley near Slievenamon.
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