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Lumiere, Damien Dempsey – The West’s Awake, Live @NCH #musicaware

The West’s Awake

Lumiere

When all beside a vigil keep,
The West’s asleep, the West’s asleep –
Alas! and well may Erin weep
When Connacht lies in slumber deep.
There lake and plain smile fair and free,
‘Mid rocks their guardian chivalry.
Sing, Oh! let man learn liberty
From crashing wind and lashing sea.

That chainless wave and lovely land
Freedom and nationhood demand;
Be sure the great God never planned
For slumb’ring slaves a home so grand.
And long a brave and haughty race
Honoured and sentinelled the place.
Sing, Oh! not even their sons’ disgrace
Can quite destroy their glory’s trace.

For often, in O’Connor’s van,
To triumph dashed each Connacht clan.
And fleet as deer the Normans ran
Thro’ Corrsliabh Pass and Ardrahan;
And later times saw deeds as brave,
And glory guards Clanricard’s grave,
Sing, Oh! they died their land to save
At Aughrim’s slopes and Shannon’s wave.

And if, when all a vigil keep,
The West’s asleep! the West’s asleep!
Alas! and well may Erin weep
That Connacht lies in s1umber deep.
But, hark! a voice like thunder spake,
The West’s awake! the West’s awake!
Sing, Oh! hurrah! let England quake,
We’ll watch till death for Erin’s sake

Source: Musixmatch

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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
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Sharon Shannon- Blackbird (A Woman’s Heart)

 

Published on Mar 24, 2009

Sharon Shannon,born in Corofin, County Clare is an Irish musician. She is best known for her work with the accordion and for her fiddle technique. She also plays the tin whistle and melodeon. Here is one of my favorite Sharon Shannon songs, Blackbird http://www.daisydiscs.com/ss/ DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE FOOTAGE OR MUSIC USED FOR MY VIDEOS. THEY ARE MADE FOR ENTERTAINMENT, NOT PROFIT
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The Chieftains ft Bon Iver – Down in the Willow Garden (Rose Connolly) #musicaware

The Chieftains ft Bon Iver – Down in the Willow Garden

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Off Irish folk band The Chieftains new album ‘Voice of Ages’. Out on February 21 on Hear Music/Concord Lyrics:

Lyrics

Down in the Willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
As we sat a-courtin’
My love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of Burgundy wine
My love she did not know
So I poisoned that dear little girl
On the banks below

I drew a saber through her
It was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river
Which was a dreadful sign
My father often told me
That money would set me free
If I would murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly

My father sits at his cabin door
Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
For his only son soon shall walk
To yonder scaffold high
My race is run, beneath the sun
The scaffold now waits for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connolly

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Charlie Monroe

Down in the Willow Garden lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Liam Clancy – Streets of London by Ralph McTell #musicaware

Streets of London – Liam Clancy

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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

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