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Aoife Scott – ‘All Along the Wild Atlantic Way’ | The Late Late Show | RTÉ One
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Don McLean – Mountains O’Mourne
Lyrics
Oh, Mary, this London’s a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by night
They don’t sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
But there’s gangs of them diggin’
For gold in the street
At least when I asked them
That’s what I was told so I just took a hand
At this diggin’ for gold
But for all that I’ve found there
I might as well be
In the place where the dark Mourne
Sweeps down to the sea
I believe that when writin’
A wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies
In London were dressed
Well if you’ll believe me
When asked to a ball
They don’t wear no tops to
Their dresses at all
Oh, I’ve seen them myself and
You could not in truth
Tell it if they were bound for
A ball or a bath
Don’t be startin’ them fashions now
Mary McRee
In the place where the dark Mourne
Sweeps down to the sea
There’s beautiful girls here, oh
Never you mind
Beautiful shapes Nature never designed
Lovely complexions of roses and cream
But let me remark with regard to the same
That if at those roses you venture to sip
The colors might all come away on your lip
So I’ll wait for the wild
Rose that’s waitin’ for me
In the place where the dark Mourne
Sweeps down to the sea
You remember young Diddy McClaren, of course
Well he’s over here with the
Rest of the force
I saw him one day as he stood on the Strand
Stopped all the traffic with a
Wave of his hand
And as we were talking of days that are gone
The whole town of London stood
There to look on
But for all his great powers
He’s wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne
Sweeps down to the sea
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Colin Meloy
Mountains of Mourne lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Maura O’Connell – Bright Blue Rose #enniscoclare
The Bright Blue Rose
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Published on Jan 18, 2015
Bright Blue Rose
I skimmed across black water, without once submerging
Onto the banks of an urban morning
That hungers the first light, much much more
Than mountains ever do.
And she like a ghost beside me goes down with the ease of a dolphin
And emerges unlearned, unscathed, unharmed.
For she is the perfect creature, natural in every feature
And I am the geek with the alchemists stone.
For all of you who must discover, for all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others, you find a very special hand
And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time
And it is the only way
Forget-me-nots among the snow, it’s always been and so it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally
For all of you who must discover, for all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others, you find a very special hand
And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time
And it is the only way
Forget-me-nots among the snow, it’s always been and so it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally
One bright blue rose outlives all those
Two thousand years and still it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Maccarthy James
Bright Blue Rose lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Int. Ltd.
Chris Thile & Brad Mehldau – Tabhair dom do Lámh
Sharon Shannon – Cavan Potholes – Live at Dolans
Sharon Shannon – Cavan Potholes Live at Dolans
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•Feb 20, 2013
Liam Clancy – Streets of London by Ralph McTell #musicaware
Streets of London – Liam Clancy
Lyrics
Have you seen the old man
In the closed down market
Kicking up the papers
With his worn out shoes?
In his eyes, you see no pride
Hand held loosely at his side
Yesterday’s paper
Telling yesterday’s news
So, how can you tell me you’re lonely
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair
And her clothes in rags?
She’s no time for talking
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home
In two carrier bags
So, how can you tell me you’re lonely
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Show you something to make you change your mind
In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven
Same old man
Sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea cup
Each tea lasts an hour
And he wanders home alone
So, how can you tell me you’re lonely?
Don’t say for you that the sun don’t shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman’s mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears?
In our winter city
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn’t care
So, how can you tell me you’re lonely
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Ralph Mc Tell
Streets of London lyrics © Westminster Music Ltd
Liam Clancy – Streets of London by Ralph McTell #musicaware
Streets of London – Liam Clancy
Lyrics
Have you seen the old man
In the closed down market
Kicking up the papers
With his worn out shoes?
In his eyes, you see no pride
Hand held loosely at his side
Yesterday’s paper
Telling yesterday’s news
So, how can you tell me you’re lonely
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair
And her clothes in rags?
She’s no time for talking
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home
In two carrier bags
So, how can you tell me you’re lonely
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Show you something to make you change your mind
In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven
Same old man
Sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea cup
Each tea lasts an hour
And he wanders home alone
So, how can you tell me you’re lonely?
Don’t say for you that the sun don’t shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman’s mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears?
In our winter city
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn’t care
So, how can you tell me you’re lonely
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Ralph Mc Tell
Streets of London lyrics © Westminster Music Ltd
Sinéad O’Connor – The Chieftains – The Foggy Dew. #oneofus
Paddy Reilly, The Fields of Athenry.
The Fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
“Michael, they have taken you away
For you stole Trevelyan’s corn
So the young might see the morn
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay”
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
“Nothing matters, Mary, when you’re free
Against the famine and the crown
I rebelled, they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity”
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely harbour wall
She watched the last star falling
As that prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she lived in hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Mooney Peter Henry
The Fields of Athenry lyrics © Unknown Publisher
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