Dolores Keane-My Love Is In America

My Love Is In America


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Published on Feb 21, 2015

Provided to YouTube by The Orchard Enterprises My Love Is In America · Dolores Keane Lion In A Cage ℗ 1989 Round Tower Music Released on: 2005-06-28 Auto-generated by YouTube.

Lisa Hannigan & The Chieftains – My Lagan Love

Lisa Hannigan & The Chieftains – My Lagan Love


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Published on Feb 21, 2012

The Chieftains, the world’s most celebrated traditional Irish band, marked their 50th anniversary with the release of Voice of Ages on February 21st 2012 (Hear/Concord). An imaginative collaboration featuring a dazzling collection of like-minded musical visionaries and kindred spirits, Voice of Ages, produced by Paddy Moloney and T Bone Burnett, features The Chieftains teaming with stars from the worlds of indie-rock (Bon Iver, The Decemberists, The Low Anthem), country and Americana (The Civil Wars, Pistol Annies, Carolina Chocolate Drops, Punch Brothers), Irish and Scottish folk (Imelda May, Lisa Hannigan, Paolo Nutini) and more… Support The Chiefttains and purchase the whole album here:…

Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem – Old Maid in the Garrett

Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem – Old Maid in the Garrett


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Published on Feb 9, 2008

I have often heard it said from me father and me mother That the going to a weddin’ is the making of another Well, if this be true, I will go without a biddin’ O kind providence, won’t you send me to a wedding And its O dear me, how would it be, if I die an old maid in a garret Well, there’s my sister Jean, she’s not handsome or good looking Barely sixteen and she had a fella courtin’ Now she’s twenty-four with a son and a daughter Here am I at forty-five and I’ve never had an offer I can cook and I can sew and I can keep the house right tidy Rise up in the morning and get the breakfast ready There’s nothing in this wide world would make me half so cheery As a wee fat manny who would call me his own deary So come landsman or come kinsman, come tinker or come tailor Come fiddler or come dancer, come ploughboy or come sailor Come rich man, come poor man, come fool or come witty Come any man at all that will marry me for pity Well now I’m away home ’cause there’s nobody heeding There’s nobody heedin’ to poor old Annie’s pleadin’ I’ll go away to my own wee bit garret If I can’t get a man, then I’ll surely get a parrot