Lyrics
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Dublin in the Rare Old Times
Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown
The passing tales and glories, that once was Dublin town
The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children’s rhymes
That once was Dublin city in the rare old times
Chorus:
Ring a-ring a-rosie, as the light declines
I remember Dublin city in the rare oul’ times
My name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be
Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be
By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy
Like my house that fell to progress, my trade’s a memory
And I courted Peggy Dignan, as pretty as you please
A rogue and child of Mary, from the rebel Liberties
I lost her to a student chap, with skin as black as coal
When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul
The years they made me bitter, tha gargle dims me brain
’cause Dublin keeps on changing, and nothing seems the same
The Pillar and the Met have gone, the Royal long since pulled down
As the gray unyielding concrete, makes a city of my town
Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay
And watch the new glass cages, that spring up along the Quay
My mind’s too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes
I’m part of what was Dublin, in the rare old times
Chorus:
Ring a-ring a-rosie, as the light declines
I remember Dublin city in the rare oul’ times
Fiddler’s Green
As I roved by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt waters and take in the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Oh, take me away boys me time is not long
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I’ll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I’m taking a trip mates
And I’ll see you someday on Fiddlers Green
Now Fiddler’s Green is a place I’ve heard tell
Where the fishermen go if they don’t go to hell
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away
Now when you’re in dock and the long trip is through
There’s pubs and there’s clubs and there’s lassies there too
And the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there’s bottles of rum growing on every tree.
Where the skies are all clear and there’s never a gail
And the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail
Where you lie at your leisure, there’s no work to do
And the skipper’s below making tea for the crew
Now I don’t want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I’ll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the riggin to sing me a song
KEY D
verse:
C F G G
G F C G
F G C
C F C G7chorus:
C G C
F G
F
C
C F G C
Flower of Scotland
O Flower of Scotland,
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for,
Your wee bit Hill and Glen,
And stood against him,
Proud Edward’s Army,
And sent him homeward,
To think again.
The Hills are bare now,
And Autumn leaves
lie thick and still,
O’er land that is lost now,
Which those so dearly held,
That stood against him,
Proud Edward’s Army,
And sent him homeward,
To think again.
Those days are past now,
And in the past
they must remain,
But we can still rise now,
And be the nation again,
That stood against him,
Proud Edward’s Army,
And sent him homeward,
To think again.
O Flower of Scotland,
When will we see
your like again,
That fought and died for,
Your wee bit Hill and Glen,
And stood against him,
Proud Edward’s Army,
And sent him homeward,
To think again.
KEY G
verse:
G G D G
C G D Dchorus:
D G C G
C G F G
Gortnamona
Long long ago, in the woods of Gortnamona
I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree
But oh! It was my heart that was ringing, ringing , ringing
With the joy that you were bringing, oh my love to me.
Long long ago, in the woods of Gortnamona
I thought the wind was sighing, in the blackthorn tree
But oh it was the banshee, crying, crying, cryingAnd I knew my love was lying far away from me.
Now if you go through the woods of Gortnamona
You hear the raindrops creeping through the Blackthorn tree
But oh! It is the tears, that I am weeping, weeping, weeping
For the loved one that is sleeping far away from me.
Long long ago, in the woods of Gortnamona
I thought the birds were singing in the Blackthorn tree
But oh! It was my heart, ringing, ringing, ringing
With the joy that you were bringing, oh my love to me.
I Hear You Calling Me
I hear you calling me.
You called me when the moon had veiled her light,
Before I went from you into the night
I came, do you remember, back to you,
For one last kiss, beneath the kind star’s light.
I hear you calling me,
And oh the ringing gladness of your voice.
The words that made my longing heart rejoice,
You told, do you remember, all my heart,
Still hears the distant music of your voice.
I hear you calling me,
Though years have stretched their weary length between,
And on your grave the mossy grass is green,
I stand, do you remember listening here?
Hearing your voice through all the years between.
I hear you calling me.
Kathleen Mavourneen
Kathleen Mavourneen! The grey dawn is breaking
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill,
The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking
Kathleen Mavourneen - what, slumbering still!
O hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?
O hast thou forgotten this day we must part?
It may be for years, and it may be forever;
Oh, why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years, and it may be forever;
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen Mavourneen?
Kathleen Mavourneen! Awake from thy slumbers
The blue mountains glow in the sun’s golden light,
Ah! Where is the spell that once hung on my numbers?
Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night.
Mavourneen, mavourneen, my sad tears are falling
To thin that from Erin and thee I must part.
It may be for years, and it may be forever;
Oh, why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years, and it may be forever;
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen Mavourneen?
Macushla
Macushla! Macushla!
Your sweet voice is calling,
Calling me softly,
Again and again,
Macushla! Macushla!
I hear it’s dear pleading,
My blue-eyed Macushla,
I hear it in vain.
Macushla! Macushla!
Your white arms are reaching,
I feel them enfolding,
Caressing me still.
Fling them out from the darkness,
My lost love, Macushla!
Let them find me and bind me
Again, if they will.
Macushla! Macushla!
Your red lips are saying
That death is a dream,
And love is for aye,
Then awaken, Macushla,
Awake from your dreaming,
My flue eyed Macushla,
Awaken to stay.
Mary From Dungloe (Key Bb/C)
(Intro –first two lines)
Oh then fare thee well, sweet Donegal,
The Rosses and Gweedore,
I’m crossin the main ocean
Where the foaming billows roar
It breaks my heart, from you to part,
Where I spent many happy days,
Farewell to kind relations,
I am bound for Amerikay.
0h then Mary you’re my heart’s delight,
My pride and only care,
It was your cruel father
Would not let me stay here.
But absence makes the heart grow fond,
And when I am over the main,
May the Lord protect my darling girl
‘Till I return again.
(Change Key—-Play Guitar)
C G F C
And I wish I was in sweet Dungloe,
F C
And seated on the grass,
C G F G
And by my side a bottle of wine,
F C
And on my knee a lass,
C G F G
I’d call for liquor of the best,
F C Am
And I’d pay before I would go,
C G F C
And I’d roll my Mary in my arms,
C F CIn the town of sweet Dungloe.
Arranged by Frank Lennon (flennon@indigo.ie)
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Mother Machree
There’s a spot in my heart which no colleen may own.
There’s a depth in my soul never sounded or known.
There’s a place in my memory, my life that you fill.
No other can take it, no one ever will.
Chorus:
Sure, I love the dear silver that shines in your hair,
And the brow that’s all furrowed and wrinkled with care.
I kiss the dear fingers so toil worn for me.
On, God bless you and keep you, Mother Machree.
Every sorrow or care in the dear days gone by
Was made bright by the light of that smile in your eye.
Like a candle that’s set in the window at night
Your fond love has cheered me and guided me right.
Repeat Chorus.
My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose
My love is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June
My love is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.
Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only love,
And fare thee well a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Thou’ t’were ten thousand mile.
Chords: KEY Bb
verse:
chorus:
My Mary of the Curling Hair
My Mary of the curling hair
The laughing cheeks and bashful air
A bridal morn is dawning fair
With blushes in the skies.
Chorus:
Sisul Siul Siul a run.
Siul co socair agus siul go ciuin.
My love my pearl my own sweet girl
My Mountain Maid arise.
For we were know from infancy,
Thy fathers hearth was home to me.
No selfish love was mine for thee,
Unholy and unwise.
Repeat Chorus:
But soon my love shall be my bride,
And happy by our own fireside,
My veins shall feel the rosy tide,
Which lingering hope denies.
Repeat Chorus:
Remember Me
The last rose of autumn I see through your window
The pale pink is faded but its beauty still shows.
The afternoon sun bathes you softly in light
I stop for a moment to savor the sight.
You turn and you see me as I cross the room ?to you
You wonder if I’m someone you long ago knew.
I see in your eyes you really don’t know me
As I sit down beside you, a glimmer I see.
You ask if I’m Irish and I say sure, I am
“I know you!” you answer and reach for my hand
So I hold you quite tightly and we talk of those days
Of bright mornings in Bewleys and the Abbey for plays.
I remembered a day on the Sandycove strand
When just like today you were holding my hand.
But now the day’s gone, as so many just like it
Your life is a puzzle where the pieces don’t fit.
Your memory’s erasing but I will not speak
To say that as always, I will be here next week.
Because blood of my blood; oh my only one
For you are my mother and I am your son.
You ask if I’m Irish and I say sure, I am
“I know you!” you answer and reach for my hand
So I hold you quite tightly and we talk of those days
Of bright mornings in Bewleys and the Abbey for plays.
You ask if I’m Irish and I say that I am
“I know you!” you answer and reach for my hand
Because blood of my blood; oh my only one
For you are my mother and I am your son.
For you are my mother and I am your son.
Lyrics: Renny V. deGroot
Music: Laurie Johnston
Arranged: K. Kennerney/A. O’Sullivan
2008
The Rose of Mooncoin
Oh how sweet ’tis to roam by the Suir’s lovely stream,
And to hear the birds coo ‘neath the morning sun beams.
Where the thrush and the robin their sweet notes entwine
On the Banks of the Suir that flows down by Mooncoin.
Chorus:
Flow on lovely river flow gently along
By your waters so sweet,
Sounds the lark’s merry song
On your green bank I’ll wander
Where first I did join
With you lovely Molly, the Rose of Mooncoin.
Oh! Molly, dear Molly, it breaks my fond heart
To know that we two, for ever must part
I’ll think of you, Molly, while sun and moon shine
On the Banks of the Suir that flows down by Mooncoin.
Repeat Chorus:
She has sailed far away oe’r the dark rolling foam
Far away from the hills of her dear Irish home
Where the fisherman sports with his small boat and line
On the Banks of the Suir that flows down by Mooncoin.
Slieve Gallion Braes
As I went a’walking one morning in May
To view yon fair mountains and valleys so gay,
I was thinking on the flowers all a-going to decay
That bloom around yon, bonny, bonny Slieve Gallion Braes.
It’s oft I did ramble with my dog and my gun,
I roam through the glens for joy and for fun,
But those days are now all over, I can no longer stay,
So farewell unto you bonny, bonny, Slieve Gallen Braes.
How oft of an evening with the sun all in the west
I roved hand in hand with the one I love best
But the hopes of youth are vanished and now I’m far away
So farewell unto you bonny bonny Slieve Gallion Braes.
It’s not for the want of employment at home,
That caused the poor sons of old Erin to roam,
But the rent was getting higher, I could no longer stay,
So farewell unto you bonny, bonny, Slieve Gallion Braes.
Silver Threads Among The Gold
Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold
Shine upon my brow today,
Life is fading fast away.
But, my darling, you will be, will be,
Always young and fair to me,
Yes, my darling, you will be,
Always young and fair to me.
Love is always young and fair.
What to us is silver hair,
Faded cheeks or steps grown slow,
To the heart that beats below?
Since I kissed you, mine alone, alone,
You have never older grown;
Since I kissed you, mine alone,
You have never older grown.
Chorus:
Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold,
Shine upon my brow today,
Life is fading fast away.
Song For Ireland
Walking all the day, near tall towers
where falcons build their nests
Siver winged they fly,
they know the call of freedom in their breasts
Saw Black Head against the sky
with twisted rocks that run down to the sea
Living on your western shore,
saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
and sang a song for Ireland
Talking all the day with true friends
who try to make you stay
Telling jokes and news,
singing songs to pass the night away
Watched the Galway salmon run
like silver dancing darting in the sun
Living on your western shore
saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
and sang a song for Ireland
Drinking all the day in old pubs
where fiddlers love to play
Someone touched the bow,
he played a reel
it seemed so fine and gay
Stood on Dingle beach
and cast in wild foam we found Atlantic bass
Living on your western shore,
saw summer sunsets asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
and sang a song for Ireland
Dreaming in the night I saw a land
where no man had to fight
Waking in your dawn
I saw you crying in the morning light
Lying where the falcons fly,
they twist and turn all in you e’er blue sky
Living on your western shore,
saw summer sunsets asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
and sang a song for Ireland
Where The River Shannon Flows
There’s a pretty spot in Ireland
I always claim for my land
Where the fairies and the blarney
Will never, never die
It’s the land of the shillalah
My heart goes back there daily
To the girl I left behind me
When we kissed and said goodbye.
Chorus:
Where dear old Shannon’s flowing
Where the three-leaved shamrock grows
Where my heart is I am going
To my little Irish rose
And the moment that I meet her
With a hug and kiss I’ll greet her
For there’s not a colleen sweeter
Where the River Shannon flows.
Sure no letter I’ll be mailing
For soon I will be sailing
And I’ll bless the ship that takes me
To my dear old Erin’s shore
There I’ll settle down forever
I’ll leave the old sod never
And I’ll whisper to my sweetheart
“Come and take my name Asthore.”
Repeat Chorus
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