Sharon Shannon – Cavan Potholes Live at Dolans
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•Feb 20, 2013
Sharon Shannon – Cavan Potholes – Live at Dolans
Daniel O’Donnell – Come Back Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff
The Dubliners – Cavan Girl
The banks of my own lovely Lee sung by Sean O`Se
The banks of my own lovely Lee How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight To the home of my childhood away, To the days when each patriot’s vision seem’d bright Ere I dreamed that those joys should decay. When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow Down the Mardyke through each elm tree, Where I sported and play’d ‘neath each green leafy shade On the banks of my own lovely Lee. And then in the springtime oflaughterr and song Can I ever forget the sweet hours? With the friends of my youth as we rambled along ‘Mongst the green mossy banks and wild flowers. Then too, when the evening sun’s sinking to rest Sheds its golden light over the sea The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed On the banks of my own lovely Lee The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed On the banks of my own lovely Lee ‘Tis a beautiful land this dear isle of song Its gems shed their light to the world And her faithful sons bore thro’ ages of wrong, The standard St. Patrick unfurled. Oh! would I were there with the friends I love best And my fond bosom’s partner with me We’d roam thy banks over, and when weary we’d rest By thy waters, my own lovely Lee, We’d roam thy banks over, and when weary we’d rest By thy waters, my own lovely Lee, Oh what joys should be mine ere this life should decline To seek shells on thy sea- girdled shore. While the steel-feathered eagle, oft splashing the brine Brings longing for freedom once more. Oh all that on earth I wish for or crave Is that my last crimson drop be for thee, To moisten the grass of my forefathers’ grave On the banks of my own lovely Lee To moisten the grass of my forefathers’ grave On the banks of my own lovely Lee
Daniel O’Donnell – Come Back Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff
65,990 views May 6, 2012Daniel performs the popular Irish ballad by Percy French at the Green Glens Arena in Millstreet, County Cork on New Year’s Eve 1994.
Lyrics
The Garden of Eden has vanished, they say But I know the lie of it still; Just turn to the left at the bridge of Finea And stop when halfway to Cootehill. ‘Tis there I will find it, I know sure enough When fortune has come to me call, Oh the grass it is green around Ballyjamesduff And the blue sky is over it all. And tones that are tender and tones that are gruff Are whispering over the sea, Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me. My mother once told me that when I was born The day that I first saw the light, I looked down the street on that very first morn And gave a great crow of delight. Now most newborn babies appear in a huff, And start with a sorrowful squall, But I knew I was born in Ballyjamesduff And that’s why I smiled on them all. The baby’s a man, now he’s toil-worn and tough Still, whispers come over the sea, Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me. The night that we danced by the light of the moon, Wid Phil to the fore wid his flute, When Phil threw his lip over Come Again Soon, He’s dance the foot out o’ yer boot! The day that I took long Magee by the scruff For slanderin’ Rosie Kilrain, Then, marchin’ him straight out of Ballyjamesduff, Assisted him into a drain. Oh, sweet are the dreams, as the dudeen I puff, Of whisperings over the sea, Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me. I’ve loved the young women of every land, That always came easy to me; Just barrin’ the belles of the Black-a-moor brand And the chocolate shapes of Feegee. But that sort of love is a moonshiny stuff, And never will addle me brain, For the bells will be ringin’ in Ballyjamesduff For me and me Rosie Kilrain! And through all their glamour, their gas and their guff A whisper comes over the sea, Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me. Encore verse I’ve struck oil at last! I’ve struck work, and I vow I’ve struck some remarkable clothes, I’ve struck a policeman for sayin’ that now, I’d go back to my beautiful Rose. The belles they may blarney, the boys they may bluff But this I will always maintain, No place in the world like Ballyjamesduff No guril (sic) like Rosie Kilrain. I’ve paid for my passage, the sea may be rough But borne on each breeze there will be, Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me.
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Sonny – Mary Black Dolores Keane & Emmylou Harris
4,515 views•Jul 3, 2009371ShareSavePaddy Barry 46K subscribers From the 1990 tv series Bringing It All Back Home.
SONNY
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Sonny lives on a farm, in a wide open space Take off your shoes, stay out of the race Lay down your head, on a soft river bed Sonny always remembers the words Mamma says.
Sonny don’t go away, I’m here all alone Your Daddy’s a sailor, never comes home, Nights are so long, silence goes on, I’m feeling so tired and not all that strong.
Sonny works on the land, though he’s barely a man There’s not much to do but he does what he can Sits by his window in his room by the stairs Watching the waves drifting soft on the pier.
Sonny don’t go away, I’m here all alone Your Daddy’s a sailor, never comes home, Nights are so long, silence goes on, I’m feeling so tired and not all that strong.
Many years have rolled on, Sonny’s old and alone His Daddy the sailor, never came home Sometimes he wonders what his life might have been But from the grave Mamma still haunts his dreams.
Sonny don’t go away, I’m here all alone Your Daddy’s a sailor, never comes home, Nights are so long, silence goes on, I’m feeling so tired and not all that strong.
Lorraine Nash – River (Lyric Video)
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River, the third single taken from the Wildflower EP Physical CD available for purchase here: https://lorrainenash.bandcamp.com/rel… Stream on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1bUf1… Track recorded, mixed and mastered by Herring Ahern at Clonmoyle East Lyrics and arrangements by Lorraine Nash Video, shot and edited by Lorraine Nash © & ℗ Lorraine Nash 2020 Social Media Twitter: https://twitter.com/lorrainemnash Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lorrainenas… Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lorrainenash…
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The Cranberries – Zombie – 1999 Live
198,188,993 views Feb 8, 2014The Cranberries – Zombie (Album No Need to Argue 1994) “Beneath the Skin” Live concert at the Palais Omnisports de Paris-Bercy 1999 Paris, France Dolores O’Riordan – Vocals, Guitar Noel Hogan – Guitar Mike Hogan – Bass Guitar Fergal Lawler – Drums
Lyrics
Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence, caused such silence
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it’s not me
It’s not my family
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head they are crying
In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What’s in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Another mother’s breaking
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It’s the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they’re still fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dying
In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What’s in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, ay, oh, ya ya
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Songwriters: Dolores Mary O’Riordan
Zombie lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc
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