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The Flowers of Edinburgh
02:01
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Three Jolly Coachmen sat, all in an English tavern,
Three Jolly Coachmen sat, all in an English tavern,
And they decided that, and they decided that,
And they decided that: they'd have another flagon.
chorus
Landlord, fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over,
Landlord, fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be, For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be, Tomorrow we'll be sober.
Here's to the lad drinks water pure and goes to bed quite sober,
Here's to the lad drinks water pure and goes to bed quite sober,
He falls as the leaves do fall, he falls as the leaves do fall,
He falls as the leaves do fall, so early in October. chorus
Here's to the lad who drinks dark ale and goes to bed quite mellow,
Here's to the lad who drinks dark ale and goes to bed quite mellow,
He lives as he ought to live, he lives as he ought to live,
He lives as he ought to live, he'll die a happy fellow. chorus
Here's to the lass who steals a kiss and runs to tell her mother,
Here's to the lass who steals a kiss and runs to tell her mother,
She does a very foolish thing, she does a very foolish thing,
She does a very foolish thing, for she'll not get another. chorus
Here's to the lass who steals a kiss and lingers for another,
Yes, here's to the lass who steals a kiss and lingers for another,
She's a boon to all mankind, She's a boon to all mankind,
She's a boon to all mankind, For soon she'll be a mother. chorus
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Passing By
01:19
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There is a lady sweet and kind;
'Twas never face so pleased my mind,
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her, 'til I die.
Her gestures, motions, and her smile,
Her wit, her voice, my heart beguile.
Beguile my heart, I know not why,
And yet I love her, 'til I die.
Cupid is winged and doth range
Her country, so my heart doth change,
But change the earth or change the sky,
Yet will I love her, 'til I die.
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The Blackbird
03:57
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I am a young sailor, my story is sad,
Though once I was carefree, a free-ramblin' lad,
I courted a lassie by night and by day,
Ah, but she's gone and left me, and sailed far away.
chorus
If I were a blackbird, could whistle and sing,
I'd follow the vessel, my true love sails in,
And in the top riggin', I would there build my nest,
And I'd flutter my wings, o'er her lily-white breast.
Or if I were a scholar, could handle the pen,
A secret love letter, to my true love I'd send,
I'd tell of my sorrow, my grief and my pain,
Since she's gone and she left me, in yon flow'ry glen. chorus
My friends they do chide me, they will not agree,
Sayin' me and this false love, were never to be.
I will let them chide me; let them say what they will,
While there's breath in my body, she's the one that I love still. chorus
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5. |
The Humours Of Glen
02:50
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instrumental
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6. |
Sing We And Chant It
01:36
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Sing we and chant it, while love doth grant it,
Fa la la la la la la, fa la la la.
Not long youth lasteth, and old age hasteth,
Now is best leisure, to take our pleasure,
Fa la la la la la la, fa la la la.
All things invite us, now to delight us,
Fa la la la la la la, fa la la la.
Hence care be packing, no mirth be lacking,
Let spare no treasure, to live in pleasure,
Fa la la la la la la, fa la la la.
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7. |
A La Una
06:17
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A la una yo nací, (At one, I was born)
A las dos m'engrandesí, (At two, I was engaged)
A las tres tomi amante, (At three, I drank of love)
A las quatro me casí. (At four, I was married)
Chorus:
Ansi ver tu hermozura. (How I long to see your beauty)
Dime niña: ¿donde vienes? (Tell me, girl: where are you from?)
Yo te quiero conocer. (I would like to get to know you)
Si tu no tienes amante, (If you don't have a lover)
Yo dejara de aprender. (I know where you might find one)
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Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass,
Come over the hills to your darling,
You choose the rose, love, and I'll take the vow,
And I'll be your true love forever.
chorus 1
Oh, red is the rose, that in yonder garden grows;
Fair is the lily of the valley,
Clear is the water that fows from the Boyne,
And my love is fairer than any.
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love would ever want to go,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
chorus 2
Oh you take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye,
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed,
Where the moon and the stars, they were shining.
The moon shone its rays o'er her locks of golden hair,
And she swore she'd be my love forever. chorus 1
I mind where we parted, in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep, side of Ben Lomond,
Where in deep purple hues the highland hills we viewed,
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'., chorus 2
It's not for the partin' from my sister Kate,
And it's not for the grief of my mother,
It's all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass,
That my heart is breaking forever. chorus 1,
chorus 1 & 2 together
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9. |
Planxty Irwin
02:49
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instrumental
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When that I was a little tiny boy,
With a hey ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth ev'ry day.
chorus
With a hey ho, the wind and the rain,
For the rain it raineth e-v'ry day.
But when I came to a man's estate,
With a hey ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst thieves and knaves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day. chorus
But when I came, alas, to wive,
With a hey ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering never could I thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day. chorus
And when I came unto my bed,
With a hey-ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken-head,
For the rain it raineth every day. chorus
A great while ago the world begun,
With a hey ho, the wind and the rain,
But that all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day. chorus
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11. |
I'll Tell Me Ma
01:59
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chorus
I'll tell me ma, when I get home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
Pulled me hair and stole me comb,
But that's all right, 'til I get home.
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the belle of Belfast City.
She is courtin': one, two, three.
Please, won't you tell me, who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fightin' for her,
They rap at the door and ring at the bell, sayin',
"Oh, my true love, are you well?"
Down she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Jenny Riley says she'll die,
If she doesn' get the fellow with the rovin' eye. chorus
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow by,
And the snow come a-shovelling from the sky,
She's as sweet 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 comes home,
Let them all do what they will,
It's Albert Mooney she loves still! chorus
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12. |
Loch Tay Boat Song
04:06
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When I've done the work of day, and I row my boat away,
Down the waters of Loch Tay, where the evening shade is falling.
And I look toward Ben Loughers, where the afterglories glow,
And I dream on two bright eyes and a merry mouth below.
She's my beauteous nighean ruidhh (red-haired girl),
She's my joy and sorrow, too,
Though I own she is not true, sure I cannot live without her,
For my heart's a boat in tow, and I'd give the world to know,
If she means to let me go, as I sing hoo-ree, hoo-roo.
Nighean Ruidhh, your glorious hair is more beauteous, I declare,
Than all the tresses fair from Killarn to Aberfeldy.
Be they lint-white, gold or brown, be they blacker than the sloe,
They mean not as much to me as a melting flake of snow.
And her touch is like the gleam of the sunlight o'er the stream,
And the songs the wee folk sing, are the songs she sings at milking.
But my heart is full of woe, for last night she bade me go,
And the tears begin to flow, as I sing, hoo-ree, hoo-rooo.
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Cantiga 281
03:22
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instrumental
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The King
01:16
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Joy, health, love, and peace be all here in this place,
By your leave, we will sing, concerning our King.
Our King is well dressed, in silks of the best,
In ribbons so rare, no King can compare.
We have travelled many miles, over hedges and stiles,
In search of our King, unto you we bring.
We have powder and shot, to conquer the lot,
We have cannon and ball, to conquer them all.
Oh, Christmas is past, and twelfth night is here at last,
So we bid you adieu; great joy to all of you!
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15. |
The Beggar
02:08
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I had just as soon be a beggar as a King,
And the reason, I'll tell you why,
A King cannot swagger nor drink like a beggar,
Nor be half as happy as I.
chorus
Let the back and the sides go bare, me boys;
Let the hands and the feet gang cold,
But give to the belly, boys, beer enough;
Whether it be new or old.
Sometimes we call at a nobleman's hall,
To beg for bread and beer,
Sometimes we are lame, sometimes we are blind,
Sometimes too deaf to hear. chorus
Sometimes we lie like pigs in a sty,
With a mess of straw on the ground,
Sometimes eat a crust that has fallen in the dust,
And be thankful it can be found. chorus
I've six-pence in me pocket and I begged hard for it;
Kind landlord, here it is,
Neither jew nor turk shall make me work,
While begging is as good as it is. chorus
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Now is the month of maying, when merry lads are playing,
Fa la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la.
Each with his bonnie lass, a-dancing on the grass,
Fa la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la.
The Spring, clad all in gladness, doth laugh at Winter's sadness,
Fa la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la.
And to the bagpipe's sound, The nymphs tread out the ground,
Fa la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la.
Fie, then, why sit we musing, youth's sweet delight refusing?
Fa la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la.
Say, dainty nymph, and speak, shall we play barley break?,
Fa la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la.
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18. |
Ringa Dinga Da
02:21
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In the town of Bally Bay, a lassie, she was dwelling,
I knew her very well, from the stories she was telling.
Her father ran a still, he was a good distiller,
But when she went to drink, why, an ocean wouldn't fill her!
chorus
With me ringa dinga da, ringa dinga daddy-o,
Ringa dinga da, whack fol the daddy-o.
She said she wouldn't dance until she had her wellies on,
But when she had 'em on, she danced as well as anyone.
Wouldn't go to bed until she had her shimmy on,
But when she had it on, why, she'd go to bed with anyone! chorus
She had a wooden leg, it was hollow in the middle,
She tied it with a string, and she played it like a fiddle
She fiddled in the hall, she fiddled in the alleyway,
She didn't care at all, 'cause she had the fiddle anyway. chorus
She courted day and night, every Tom, Dick and Harry,
She'd lovers by the score, but she said she'd never marry.
Then she fell in love with a fellow with a stammer,
He tried to run away, but she hit him with a hammer. chorus
She led a simple life, kept a cabin and went boating,
She terrorized her man, 'til he up and died quite sudden.
When he passed away, she was feeling kind of sorry,
She rolled him in a bag, and she threw him in the quarry! chorus
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Well, a little drop of wine wouldn't do us any harm, (3X)
And we'll all hang on behind.
chorus
And we'll roll the old chariot along, (3X)
And we'll all hang on behind.
Well, a little pint of stout,
Wouldn't do us any harm . . ., chorus
Well, a mighty cask of rum . . .,
Well, a night on the town . . .,
Well, a night with a wench . . .,
Well, all of the above . . .,
Well, an end to this song . . .,
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20. |
Auld Lang Syne
05:04
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We twa ha'e paddled i' the burn frae mornin' sun til dine,
But seas between us brae ha'e roared sin auld lang syne.
chorus
For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne? chorus
And surely you'll be your pint-stop, and surely I'll be mine,
And we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne. chorus
Then here's a hand my trusty frien' and gie'us a hand o thine.
We'll take a right gude willy-waught for auld lang syne. chorus
(Extra verse by Douglas S. Kondziolka, Gary Izzo and Jim Hancock)
Then raise a cup to our true friends, they're always on our mind,
And though we traverse wide the world, our hearts remain behind. chorus
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21. |
Andante
01:57
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instrumental
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22. |
The Parting Glass
03:04
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Of all the money ere I had, I spent it in good company,
And all the harm that ere I've done, alas, it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit, to mem'ry, now I can't recall,
So fill to me the parting glass, goodnight and joy be to you all.
If I had money enough to spend, and leisure time to sit a while,
There is a fair maid in this town, that surely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips, I own she has my heart enthralled.
So fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be to you all.
Of all the comrades ere I had, they're sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts ere I had, they'd wish me one more day to stay. But since it falls unto my lot, that I should go and you should not,
I gently rise and softly call: good night and joy be to you all.
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