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Song: I Loved a Lass
03:48
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I loved a lass and I loved her so well
That I hated all others who spoke of her ill.
But now for my love she’s rewarded me well ,
She’s gone to be wed to another.
When I saw my young love to the church go
And with groom and bridemaidens she made a fine show.
I followed behind with my heart full of woe
For soon she’d be wed to another.
When I saw my young love sit down to dine.
I came up beside her and poured her some wine.
And I drank to that lassie who should have been mine,
But now she is wed to another.
Now the men of the forest they ask it of me,
“How many strawberries grow in the salt sea?”
I answered them with a tear in my eye,
“How many ships sail in the forest?”
Now go dig me a grave, and dig it so deep
And cover me over with flowers so sweet.
And lay me down for to take a long sleep,
And maybe in time I’ll forget her.
So we dug him a grave, and dug it so deep
And covered him over with flowers so sweet.
And we laid him down for to take a long sleep,
And maybe by now he’s forgot her.
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Song: John’s Lament
04:01
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My name, it is John, like my father’s before me
Been a working man most of my life.
By my family I’ve stood with my toil and my strife,
And if you doubt me then just ask my wife.
I’m not generally loud yet I’ve always been proud
of my family, my country and friends.
I remember the smiles but it’s now mostly shrugs
Factories shuttered the good times did end.
I look around and just don’t understand
how our country fell into this state.
A few decades ago we all spoke about love
now it’s mostly just anger and hate.
Well I’m not one to envy, let a man have his due
If he earns a good living so what,
But to buy out a business just to steal all the funds
Now that’s something that I’ll never get.
There were families and children who’s need is so great
More than them with their houses and planes.
When their husbands and fathers came home in distress,
The joy turned to nothing but pain.
How much does it take just how much is enough,
Do the big walls and gates serve you well?
Did you smile as we scraped out the door the last time?
If you did, well then damn you to hell!
You take a man’s wages and leave him in shame
then offer his job overseas.
Then you tell him he’s selfish and stupid and wrong
That it’s business just business you see.
Its the way of the world to get kicked to the curb,
and be tossed like a cork in the sea,
Look up from your counting, you’ve blood on your hands
You’ll get your rewards wait and see.
There’s strength in numbers, let sleeping dogs lie
When they wake they may do more than growl.
For the chewing of bones helps to sharpen the teeth
When they clamp on your leg you will howl!
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Slow reel: Paddy Fahey’s
02:51
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I will not speak unkindly of solder and tin,
Of the great traveling craftsmen John Martin and Jim,
Not lazy or polished like some settled men,
Who envy our freedom our ways and our women.
Right Tearnin’, Right Tearnin’, Tearnin’ away!
There’s a fair in Belaghy this fine summer’s day
Farewell to the Coveys ‘round Westport Mayo,
We’ll travel through Shamtown to Ballinasloe,
To the walled town of Galway then southward Hooray!
We’ll speed through the Banner to Miltown-Malbay.
We’ll deal at the Spancil and then we’ll head south
To the Kingdom of Kerry, Kilgarvin [Kilorglin] no doubt,
We’ll talk of our travels with our own kith and kin
Aunts uncles and cousins, there’s hundreds of them
Right Tearnin’ full Tearnin’ Tearnin’ away!
There’s a fair in Belaghy this fine summer’s day.
We’ll make no great hurry North Kerry or Clare,
There’s no need to worry we always get there,
To fulfill the promise we’re destined to go,
To spend the wild winter on the bogs of Mayo.
Right Tearnin’ Right Tearnin’ Tearnin’ away!
There’s a fair in Belaghy this fine summer’s day.
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Song: Safe Home
03:08
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We’ve come through the valleys, we’ve come through the fields,
We’ve cross over rivers, to find ourselves here.
We sang songs of sorrow, we sang songs of love,
Let’s sing one more together, to send ourselves off.
Safe home, safe home, safe home will you go.
May the light of the moon shine down on your road.
Safe home, safe home, safe home will you go,
Until I next see you, safe home will you go.
We’ve laid down our worries, our troubles, our fears,
Like shells on the strand washed by laughter and tears.
But the tide has returned now, to lift us away,
Back to our houses and families we pray.
Safe home, safe home, safe home will you go.
May the light of the moon shine down on your road.
Safe home, safe home, safe home will you go,
Until I next see you, safe home will you go.
Now the fiddles are quiet, the whistles all still,
Only echoes remain from the jigs and the reels.
The dance floor is empty, our farewells all said.
Now it’s time to be going, till we all meet again.
Safe home, safe home, safe home will you go.
May the light of the moon smile down on your road.
Safe home, safe home, safe home will you go,
Until I next see you, safe home will you go.
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Floating Crowbar Spokane, Washington
Floating Crowbar plays a high energy mix of Irish instrumental music and songs drawn from traditional and contemporary sources. Coming from a wide variety of backgrounds and musical interests, they bring together their common passion for Irish music, good humor, mutual respect and friendship into a show that will be enjoyed by any Celtic music fan. ... more
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