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Father Murphy
06:48
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Come all you warriors and loyal nobles
Give ear onto my warlike theme
And I’ll relate how brave Father Murphy
Has lately roused from his sleepy dream
Not Julius Caesar or Alexander
Or the great King Arthur ever equalled him
For armies formidable he did conquer
Though with two pikeman he did begin
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Camolin cavalry he did unhorse them
Their first lieutenant he did cut him down
With broken ranks and with shattered columns
He soon returned to Camolin town
And at the hill of Oulart he displayed his valor
Where one hundred Cork men lay on the plain
At Enniscorthy his sword he wielded
And I hope to see him once more again
03
When Enniscorthy became subject to him
It was next to Wexford he did march his men
And there on the Three Rocks set up their quarters
Waiting for the daylight the town to win
But the loyal townsmen gave their assistance
Oh we’ll die or conquer was the words they said
And the yeomen cavalry gave no resistance
For on the pavement their bodies lay
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With drums a-beating the town did echo
And acclamation came from door to door
On the Windmill Hill we set up our camp there
And we drank like heroes but paid no score
To Carraig Rua for some time we waited
Then next to Gorey we did repair
at Tubberneering we thought it no harm
But the bloody army was waiting there
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And the issue of it was a close engagement
And on those soldiers we played warlike pranks
All through the sheep walks and the shady thickets
There were mangled bodies and broken ranks
And the shuddering cavalry I’ll ne’er forget it
How we raised the brushes on their helmets straight
They turned about and made for Dublin
As though they ran for a ten pound plate
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Some left through Donnybrook
And some through Blackrock
And some up Shankhill without wound nor flaw
And if Barry Lawless hadn’t been a liar
There were more went scattering over Luggala
To the Windmill Hill of Enniscorthy
Those British fencibles they ran like deer
Their troops were scattered and sorely battered
By the loss of Kyan and his Shelmaliers
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The streets of England they were left quite naked
Of all its armies both foot and horse
And the Highlands of Scotland they were left unguarded
Likewise the Hessians and the seas they crossed
But if the Frenchmen had reinforced us
And landed transports at Baginbun
Father John Murphy would have been our seconder
And sixteen thousand with him would have run
Success attend ye sweet County Wexford
Who threw off the yoke and to battle ran
Let no man think we gave up our arms
For every man still has his pike and gun.
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2. |
One Starry Night
04:49
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One starry night as I lay dreaming
One starry night as I lay in my bed
I dreamed I heard carriage wheels creaking
And when I awoke love I’d found you’d fled
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I searched the highways likewise the byways
I searched the boreens the camping places too
And I’ll enquire at every station
Have they tide or tidings my love of you
03
For its many’s the mile love with you I travelled
Oh many’s the hour love with you I spent
I dreamed you were my true love forever
Ah now I find love you were only lent
04
For I’m drunk today and I’m seldom sober
A constant rover from town to town
And when I’m dead and my story’s over
Oh Molly Bán a-stóirín come lay me down
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Oh one starry night as I lay dreaming
One starry night as I lay in my bed
I dreamed I heard carriage wheels a-creaking
And when I awoke love I found you fled
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I searched the highways likewise the byways
I searched the boreens the camping places too
And I’ll inquire at every station
Have they tide or tidings my love of you.
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3. |
Sonny's Dream
03:49
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Sonny lives on a farm in a wide open space
Take off your sneakers and stay out of the race
And lay down your head by that sweet river bed
Sonny always remembers the words mama said
Chorus
Sonny don’t go away I’m here all alone
Your daddy’s a sailor and he never comes home
And nights are so long and silence goes on
And I’m feeling so tired and not all that strong
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Oh Sonny works the farm though he’s barely a man
And there ain’t that much to do but he does what he can
And he watches the sea from his room on the stairs
And the waves keep on rolling
They’ve done that for years
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Well it’s one hundred miles to town Sonny’s never been there
So he goes to the highway and he stands and he stares
And the mail comes at four but the mailman is old
Oh but still he dreams his dreams full of silver and gold
Chorus
04
Sonny‘s dreams can’t be real they’re just stories he’s read
Stars in his eyes oh and dreams in his head
And he’s hungry inside for that wide world outside
I know I can’t hold him I’ve tried and I’ve tried and I’ve tried.
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4. |
Sullivan's John
03:05
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Oh Sullivan’s John to the road you’ve gone
Far away from your native home
And you’ve gone with a tinker’s daughter
Far along the road to roam
Ah Sullivan’s John you won’t stick it long
‘til your belly will soon be slack
And you’ll be going the road with a mighty load
And a toolbox on your back
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I met Katie Coffey with her neat baby
All along on her back strapped on
She’d an old ash plant held up in her fist
For to drive the old donkey on
Oh enquiring at every farmer’s house
As along the road she passed
Ah where would she get an old pot to mend
Or where would she find an ass
Chorus
03
There’s a hairy ass fair in the County Clare
In a place they call Spancil Hill
Where my brother James got a rap of the hames
While poor Paddy he tried to kill
Ah they loaded him up on an ould horse and cart
As along the road to go
Oh bad luck to the day that he went away
To join with the tinker band
Chorus
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5. |
Slieve Gallion Braes
04:44
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As I went a walking one morning in May
To view yon green valleys and meadows so gay
I was thinking on the flowers a-doomed to decay
That bloom all round ye bonnie bonnie Slieve Gallion Braes
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Oh me name is James MacGarvey and I’ll have you understand
I come from Derryganard and I own a farm of land
But those rents they are getting higher and I can no longer pay
So farewell unto ye bonny bonny Slieve Gallion Braes
03
Well it’s oft in the morning with my dog and gun
I ramble the valley for sport and for fun
But those days they are now over and I am far away
So farewell unto ye bonnie bonnie Slieve Gallion Braes
04
It’s oft in the evening when the sun is in the west
I walk hand-in-hand with the girl I love the best
But those days of youth they have vanished and now I’m far away
So farewell unto ye bonnie bonnie Slieve Gallion Braes
05
Well it’s not for the want of employment abroad
That causes us exiles to ramble from our home
But those terrorising landlords they will not let me stay
So farewell unto ye bonnie bonnie Slieve Gallion Braes
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Farewell to old Ireland that land so green
And to the town of Lissan and the cross of Ballinascreen
May God’s blessing shine upon you when I am far away
And farewell unto ye bonnie bonnie Slieve Gallion Braes
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6. |
Young Emmet
02:43
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In Green Street Courthouse in eighteen and three
Stood young Emmet the hero true and brave
For fighting the tyrant his country to free
And tear from her brow the bonds of slavery
Chorus
There are still men in Ireland who are loyal and true
Who remember their patriots with pride
And with God’s help young Emmet
We’ll soon give to you
The epitaph unwritten since you died
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Well alone and defiant he stood in the dock
While Lord Norbury the hanging judge looked down
All against his false charges as firm as a rock
Oh another Irish martyr to the crown
Chorus
03
Oh the verdict was guilty the sentence was death
And in Thomas Street the tyrant’s work was done
Oh but young Emmet smiled as he drew on his last breath
For he knew the fight for freedom would be won
Chorus
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Oh back in the days of the great King O’Toole
On the high Wicklow Mountains while mitching from school
There is not on record a more glorious spree
Than was held on last Michaelmas, above in Glencree
T’was the wedding of Larry McGrain sir
He got buckled to Judy McShane sir
From Montpellier to Petticoat Lane sir
There were grub-hunters up in Glencree
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The bridegroom came riding horseback on a mule
Brought Fagan the fiddler with him from Rathcoole
Dinny Murphy the piper was ne’er to be found
Tim Moloney’s jackass was released from the pound
There was a messenger one Humpy Backed Casey
Who was deaf dumb blind bothered and lazy
Then the night it drew dark wet and hazy
We all sniffed our way back to Glencree
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T’would be a terrible job for to name all was there
As to name the pick-pockets in Donnybrook Fair
But seen as they’re strangers to both me and you
For fear you’d be jealous, I’ll name but a few
There was a miner one Mickey Malone sir
Kept a thundering great mind of his own sir
It was made up of lovely free stone sir
From the diggings above in Glencree.
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There was the village schoolmaster one Snuffy Bob Mack
Four and twenty stone cutters from sweet Ballybrack
And Mickey McLoughlin came o’er from Lough Bray
He kept a neat shebeen for selling goats’ whey
There was a thundering great gang of the Rooneys
And the Kellys came in with the Cooneys
Then the Mulligans came in with the Mooneys
For the wedding above in Glencree
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Oh you’d be anxious to know how we faired out for grub
We had lashings of beef that was reared on the bog
And the mutton was found before it was lost
By some of the go-boys o’er the Herring Brook crossed
Then his highness the public recorder
He gave some of the go-boys the order
Leave of absence to head o’er the border
For a seven year trip to Glencree
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Well we killed an ould pig we found dead in a ditch
And each of the company took a whole flitch
We had thundering lumpers of mealy baked bread
And mock turtle soup that was made from pig’s head
We had dumplings and buttermilk buns sir
And the cabbage it came out there in tons sir
Oh we ate it and surely did hum sir
In the meadows surrounding Glencree
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Well as soon as the boys had demolished the grub
As a matter of course the next thing was the grog
And the skelteen was mixed in Peg Donohughe’s churn
And each in rotation was passed round in turn
The first toast was to bridegroom and bride sir
And the terrible downfall of the tithes sir
And the flower of sweet Erin’s pride sir
And the Murphys that live in Glencree
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Oh who chanced to walk in when the dancing began
Was rowdy Tim Ryan the tax collector’s man
And when the boys saw him the word it went round
It was him put Moloney’s jackass in the pound
As he was going through a three-handed reel sir
He took a south western clout from Sam Shiels sir
And it knocked him right head over heels sir
Put a stop to his dance in Glencree
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Oh mile murder he cried you near killed me stone dead
And we laid him outside on a nice feather bed
And myself and Kate Kenny, a friend of the bride
Danced jigs there ‘fore next the poor buck ‘til he died
Well the dancing it lasted all day sir
And as we were going away sir
Well we swore we’d be back twice as gay sir
For the christening above in Glencree.
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Murphy's Running Dog
05:02
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Ah me usual occupation is to mould and temper clay
Last year I turned to betting and I found it wouldn’t pay
I ran me dog in Wexford Park and I ran him in Ballystraw
In the latter place he lost the race for he stopped to lick his paw
I ran him in Kilkenny and I ran him in Tralee
I ran him in Enniscorty and again in Carbury
He won a race in Thurles and he lost one in Athlone
He’d have ran away with the race that day though he stopped to
lick a bone
Chorus
Bad luck to gambling I’m in an awful fix
And out of four pound six and eight pence all I have is one and six
We‘ll go in to Shea’s or Kenny’s and we’ll drink a glass of grog
And we’ll go home by Dunbrody singing Murphy’s running dog
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I ran me dog in Liverpool and I ran him in Listowel
In the Edenderry Mill Stakes sure he came home in a stroll
Oh and on Roscommon’s clotty sod no winning form he found
For those western dogs had cut out clogs and they ran him in the ground
Oh I ran me dog in Dublin on the 23rd of June
And as I brought him to the slip he licked the magic spoon
Not even Johnson’s motor car could pass him out that day
And we drank fifty pints of Guinness stout before we went away
Chorus
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Oh you’ll hear him yell a mile away when he is in the slips
And when the hare he sees he’ll shake his knees and then he’ll smack
his lips
Oh I think Campile’s about a mile and if my dog don’t lose
Well it’s off we’ll start to Matty Harte’s where we’ll go on the booze
And we’ll ask for two half barrels to be tapped upon the bridge
And there upon the wall we’ll drink it all from there we will not budge
And we’ll drink a praise to Wexford’s craze of Cherry’s beer and grog
And we’ll drown all cares I do declare with Murphy’s running dog
Chorus
04
Andy Barton’s Biddy The Nailer, it’s manys the race he’s ran
And on the wet North Slob so help me Bob t’was there my dog first won
And when Mr. Bob yolked up his car home from Wexford he did jog
Oh well every hare I do declare was picked up by my dog
Now I hope you’re not offended by these few lines written here
I hope to see the old committee and the stewards do well next year
Bring your true love to Kilmarnock boys and if my greyhound wins
Well we’ll dance all night ‘til the broad daylight in Costello’s of Saltmills
Chorus
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9. |
Clasped To A Pig
03:38
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Oh backwards and forwards I am reeling in tight
And it was some spree that I’d been at last night
I’ve been to McCarthy’s with Patsy O’Maher
And we drank the black bottle from under the bar
And we drank and we drank boys we banished all care
And we gave not a thought to foul weather nor fair
And now on the floor I am curled up in a heap
Biddy leave me to sleep Biddy leave me to sleep
Chorus
For I’m clasped to a pig in a loving embrace
And the hairs of his curly tail are tickling my face
There’s no use in telling me sober to keep
Biddy leave me to sleep Biddy leave me to sleep
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Oh well over my head in the days that are gone
Well gaily I flurried my knotty black thorn
And if I but only had it tonight
Well maybe I would not be offered a fight
Oh and if Pat Murphy I chances to meet
It’s an elegant ruckshee that we’ll have in the street
And he’ll soon be glad in his ott holt to creep
Biddy leave me to sleep Biddy leave me to sleep
Chorus
03
Oh drop down by the pig here and share his embrace
And let my red whiskers lie close to your face
This créatúir won’t hurt you he’ll do you no harm
Drop down here Biddy and keep my back warm
And squeeze up beside me as you’ve oft done before
I’ll sing you to sleep with the sounds of my snore
The rats and the mice all around us will creep
Biddy leave me to sleep Biddy leave me to sleep
Chorus
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10. |
The Foggy Dew
06:59
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As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men in squadrons they passed me by
No fife did hum no battle drum did sound its lowly tattoo
But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey’s swell it rang out in the foggy dew
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And right proudly high over Dublin town they hung out the flag of war
It was better to die beneath an Irish sky than in Sulva or Sedd el Bahr
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came marching through
And Britannia’s huns with their long range guns sailed into the foggy
dew
03
Well the night drew black and the rifle crack made perfidious Albion reel
Through the laden rain seven tongues of flame they rang out over lines of steel
And on to every blade a prayer I’d said that to Ireland her young men be true
Oh and when morning broke well the war flag shook out its folds all in the foggy dew
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It was England that bade our wild geese go so small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva’s waves on the fringes of the grey north sea
But had they died by Pearse’s side or fought with Cathal Bruagh
Well their names we’d keep where The Fenians sleep under the shroud of the foggy dew
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Well the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and free
For those men who died on that Eastertide at the spring time of the year
And as the world did gaze in grief and amaze at those gallant men but few
Who bore the fight so that freedom’s light might shine in through the foggy dew
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Then back o’er the glen I rode again and my heart with grief it was sore
For I parted then with gallant men that I never would see no more
And to and fro in my dream I’ll go I’ll kneel and I’ll say a prayer for you
Oh slavery fled ye gallant dead when you fell in the foggy dew
Oh slavery fled ye gallant dead when you died in the foggy dew
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Daoiri Farrell Dublin, Ireland
It’s commonly accepted that Dublin-born singer and bouzouki player Daoirí Farrell is one of most important singers to come out of Ireland in recent years. A product of Dublin’s famous club An Góilin Traditional Singers, since launching his own solo live career at the 2016 Celtic Connections, Daoirí has gone from strength to strength seeing him tour and play festival stages across the world. ... more
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