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Little Harry Hughes
02:36
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LITTLE HARRY HUGHES
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The rain rained high and the snow snowed low around the college wall
And all the boys from the merry green woods came playing with a ball.
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They kicked it high and they kicked it low, they kicked It up against the wall;
And they kicked it long and they kicked it short, and they broke the Jew's windows all.
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Then the Jew's daughter she came out and she was dressed in green,
O come you here, you little Harry Hughes and we'll have another game.
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She took a red apple out of her pocket and hurled it across the plain
And little Harry Hughes he picked up the apple and hurled it back again.
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She took him by the lily-white hand and she led him through the kitchen and the hall
Until they came to a dark back room where no-one would here him call.
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She sat him in an armchair and she pinned him with a pin And then she got a silver bowl for to catch his heart's blood in.
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And the day was done and the night came on and all the scholars were at home
And every mother had her own wee son but Harry Hughes' mother had none.
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So she went walking down the street with a little rod In her hand.
Saying «If I catch you, little Harry Hughes, I'll surely beat you home».
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And she walked 'til she came to the Jew's house, but the Jews were all asleep,
So she walked 'til she came to the Jews' draw-well, it was fifty fathoms deep
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- If you be there you little Harry Hughes, and God forbid you just speak one word to your own dear mother who is lonely in search of thee.
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The Mass was sung and the bells were rung and all the scholars were In bed
And every mother had her own wee son but Harry Hughes he was dead
Little Harry Hughes was dead.
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Bonny Moorhill
01:56
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BONNY MOORHILL
As I walked over bonny moorhill... every rose grows bonny in time
I met a wee lass and they called her Nell... She was longing to be a sweet lover of mine.
- Oh you must ask me questions three... every rose grows bonny in time
- And you must answer me questions three... And then you'll become a sweet lover of mine.
- Oh you must get me a cambric shirt... Every rose grows bonny in time
Without one stitch of your needlework... And then you'll become a sweet lover of mine.
- Oh you must wash it in yon spring-well... Every rose grows bonny in time
Where water ne'er wet nor rain never fell... And then you'll become a sweet lover of mine.
- And you must dry it on yon spring thorn... Every rose grows bonny in time
Where it never budded since Adam was born... And then you'll become a sweet lover of mine.
- And now you've asked me questions three... Every rose grows bonny in time
It's you must answer me questions three... And then you'll become a sweet lover of mine.
~ Oh you must dig me an acre of land... Every rose grows bonny in time
Between the salt sea and the sea-water strand... And then you'll become a sweet lover of mine.
- Oh you must plough it with Adam's horn... Every rose grows bonny in time
And sow it all over with one peppercom... And then you'll become a sweet lover of mine.
- And you must shear it with a peacock's feather... Every rose grows bonny in time
And bind it all up in the song of another... And then you'll become a sweet lover of mine.
- And when you've done and finished your work... Every rose grows bonny in time
Its come to me for your cambric shirt… And then you'll become a sweet lover of mine!
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Argeers - Childe Grove
03:03
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THE WAVES OF THE SILVERY TIDE
Young Mary went out walking down by the ocean tide
Her beautiful form and features they were known as the village pride
Until a bold sea captain came out to take the air
Down by the royal ocean, he met with this maiden fair.
«If you don't consent to marry me and be my loving bride
I will send your body floating on the waves of the silvery tide.»
Young Mary then she trembled for the vow she could not break
It was true she loved young Henry and would die for his fond sake.
It was with a red silk handkerchief her hands and feet he tied
And he sent her body floating on the waves of the silvery tide.
It being only a few days after young Henry came from sea
With a hope for to get married and appoint a wedding day.
- It's true your love was murdered, her parents both they cried,
- She has proved her own destruction on the waves of the silvery tide.
Young Henry went to bed that night but no rest there could he find
Still the thoughts of loving Mary ran through his wandering mind.
Then he arose, put on his clothes; for a midnight stroll went he
Down by the royal ocean, down by the silvery sea.
And he stayed there 'til daylight came and her corpse he did then find
Saying «It's true my love was murdered on the waves of the silvery tide »
This villain he was then taken; to the scaffold he must go
For the murder of young Mary who had scarcely reached her bloom.
And young Henry went distracted and he wandered 'til he died
And his last words were of Mary and the waves of the silvery tide.
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King Orfeo
06:33
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KING ORFEO
The king he is a-hunting gone - Scówan earla grunn
And left his lady all alone - Whar yetta han granórlac.
I wish he'd never gone away
For his lady cold as death do lay...
The king of fairies with his dart
has pierced his lady to the heart...
So after them he has gone
When he got there, 'twas a block of stone...
- O you come in into our hall. And you come in among us all.
So he's gone in into the hall. And he's gone in among them all.
Then he's taken out his pipes to blow
and all his heart was dole and woe.
And first he played the notes of noy, and then he played the notes of joy.
And then he's played the gabber reel that would have made a sick heart heal.
- O what will you have? Pray, to us tell...
- I’ll have my Lady Isabel...
- You take your lady and you go home...
And you be lord of all your own...
So he's taken his lady and he's gone home... Scówan earla grunn
And now he's lord over all his own - Whar yetta han granórlac.
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Siúl a Ruan
03:08
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SIÚL A RUAN
I wish I was on yonder hill; its there I'd sit and cry my fill;
Every tear would turn a mill. Is go dteáidh tú, a mhúirnín, slán.
Siúl, siúl, siúl, a ruan
Siúl go socáir agus siul go cuinn
Siúl go doras agus eiligh liom
Is go dteáidh tú, a mhúirnín, slán.
I will sell my rack, I will sell my reel,
I'll sell my only spinning wheel
I’ll buy my love a coat of steel, Is go dteáidh tú, a mhúirnín, slán.
I will dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red
Around the world I'll search for bread
Until my parents wish me dead. Is go dteáidh tú, a mhúirnín, slán.
I wish I wish I wish in vain
I wish I had my heart again
Vainly thinking I'd not complain. Is go dteáidh tú, a mhúirnín, slán.
But now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance
If he e'er come back, 'twill be but a chance
Is go dteáidh tú, a mhúirnín, slán.
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THE BALLYNURE BALLAD
As I was going to Ballynure on a day I well remember
To view the lads and lasses on the fifth day of November
CHORUS:
Ring a ma door a dah, ring a ma doo ra daddio.
As I was going down the road as homeward I was walking
I saw a lad behind the ditch and to his wee lass was talking.
Said the wee laddie to the wee lass,«Now will you let me kiss you,
For I see you have the kind of lips that far exceed the whiskey ».
Said the wee lassie to the wee lad «Now is it fun you're making?
For kisses are not for giving away but they are for the taking».
So if you' re going to Ballynure, be sure that you remember
What the wee lassie said to the wee lad on the fifth day of November.
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There and Back
02:18
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The Salt
02:40
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THE SALT
Come all you romantic young fellows who think for to work on a farm,
Come listen a while to my story; it may serve to keep you from harm:
When I was a smashing young fellow, my age it was just seventeen,
I hired myself to a farmer at the horse-fair at Ballinascreen.
His family was way up in the mountains in among heather and bog,
And the stock that I had to look after was a donkey, a goat and a dog.
The master turned out an old skinflint; his heart was as hard as a stone.
He worked me from daylight to darkness: in a month I was just skin and bone.
We never ate nothing but porridge: he said it would make me a man.
It very near made me a dead one; we supped it straight out of the pan.
The master and me and his mother, we lived in a tumble-down shack
The old woman was well over ninety: her bones were beginning to crack.
She sat on a chair by the fire, she never would go to her bed,
And when I arose every morning, she was sitting there nodding her head.
We had three old hens and a rooster, one day they all died from the croup;
He plucked them and boiled them salted them, lived for a week on the soup.
Misfortunes may never come single for then the old nanny-goat died,
He skinned her and boiled her and salted her; made himself shoes from the hide;
I thought that his mind was affected, I thought that his mind was insane;
Poor Fido he died from distemper - I was sent for the salt once again.
When I saw what happened the dog not a wink did I sleep all that night,
And when I arose the next morning I got the most terrible fright
The old woman was lying by the fire as I raced for the door he cried «Halt!»
Saying «Where are you going so early? Come back here and fetch me the salt»
I went out through the door like a rocket, down the mountain I ran like a hare
I never stopped running for a fortnight
And I never been since at a fair!
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