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Somewhere Only We Know
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Somewhere Only We Know
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George Harrison of Beatles fame took the ferry to Ireland regularly to visit his cousins in Drumcondra. This is him with his mother Louise and brother Pete on O’Connell Street pictured by the man on the bridge Arthur Fields. #IrishFact


The Crayon Set, Cleere’s Kilkenny
927,399 viewsMay 17, 20093.4K242ShareSaveNdB 971 subscribers a video with pictures of Croagh Patrick song: Green and Red of Mayo by Saw Doctors

Lyrics
Oh the Green and Red of Mayo
I can see it still
It’s soft and craggy boglands
It’s tall majestic hills
Where the ocean kisses Ireland
And the waves carress it’s shore
Oh the feelin’ it came over me
To stay forever more
Forever more
From it’s rollin’ coastal waters
I can see Croagh Patrick’s peak
Where one Sunday every Summer
The pilgrims climb the reek
Where Saint Patrick in it’s solitude
Looked down across Clew Bay
And With the ringin’ of his bell
Called the faithful there to pray
There to pray
Oh take me to Clare Island
The home of Granuaile
It’s waters harbour fishes
From the herring to the whale
And now I must depart it
And reality is plain
May the time not pass so slowly
‘Fore I set sail again
Set sail again
Oh the Green and Red of Mayo
I can see it still
It’s soft and craggy boglands
It’s tall majestic hills
Where the ocean kisses Ireland
And the waves carress it’s shore
Oh the feelin’ it came over me
To stay forever more
Forever more
Stay forever more
Oh the Green and Red of Mayo
Oh the Green and Red of Mayo
Oh the Green and Red of Mayo
Oh the Green and Red of Mayo
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Songwriters: David Carton / Brendan Leo Mary Moran

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Lyrics
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.
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Songwriters: Kavanagh Patrick / Knopfler Mark
Raglan Road lyrics © Straitjacket Songs Ltd., Sgo Music Publishing Ltd.,
1,248 views Premiered Sep 13, 2024CAST/CREW HER – Jordanne Jones HIM – Jack Gavin DIRECTOR – Edelle Kenny PRODUCER – Órla Morris Toolen DOP – Ignas Laugalis 1ST AC – James Marnell GAFFER – Eoghan Hand BEST BOY – Evan Hayes EDITOR – Annie Walsh COLOURIST – Natalia Witkowska, Element Post/VFX SPECIAL THANKS – Ciara Kirwan, Mick Flood Song by Greg Kearns, Nicole Lyons, Ruairi Forde and Frank O’Flaherty Produced by Alex Borwick

27,856 views Mar 13, 2021Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem “The Rising Of The Moon” on The Ed Sullivan Show on March 12, 1961. Subscribe now to never miss an update: https://ume.lnk.to/EdSullivanSubscribe


Lyrics
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty outback
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915, my country said “son
It’s time you stopped rambling, there’s work to be done”
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun
And they marched me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As the ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears
We sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day
How our blood stained the sand and the water
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he’d primed himself well
He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell
And in five minutes flat, he’d blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again
And those that were left, well we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
Though around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I woke up in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead
Never knew there was worse things than dyin’
For I’ll go no more waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and free
To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve, to mourn, and to pity
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then they turned all their faces away
And so now every April, I sit on me porch
And I watch the parades pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reviving old dreams of past glories
And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore
They’re tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, “what are they marching for?”
And I ask myself the same question
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard
As they march by that billabong
Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
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Songwriters: Eric Bogle
The Band Played Waltzing Matilda lyrics © DistroKid, Music Sales Corporation
67,806 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.

