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Frances Black – The Hills of South Armagh

Lyrics

The crowded streets of Brooklyn
Seem a long way from my home
People rushing onwards
Going to and coming from
You bid them time of day and
They look the other way
And so you end up just like them
And talk to no one

Where the grass is fresh and green
Where the air is pure and clean
Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams
Although I’ve travelled far
The hills of south Armagh
Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams

The view from my apartment
Is a junkie’s alley way
My children speak in accents
Not like mine
My old man’s working two jobs
We don’t see him much these days
Oh, we’d be happy
If we only had the time

I hear the hills are occupied by strangers now
And the work keeps getting scarcer every day
Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced from home
To leave the ones you love
Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced to live this way

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Patricia Brigid Mccoy

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Cavan Girl – The High Kings – #LoughOughter

As I walk the road from Killeshandra weary I sat down
For it’s twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town
Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair

The autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare
Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colour of her hair
My gaze retreats to find my feet and once again I sigh
As the broken pools of sky remind me of the colour of her eyes

At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning, where she can be found
And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan Town
If my luck will hold I’ll have the golden summer of her smile
And to break the hearts of Cavan men she’ll talk to me a while

So next Sunday evening finds me homeward – Killeshandra bound –
To work the week till I return to court in Cavan Town
When asked if she would be my bride, at least she’d not say no
So next Sunday morning I’ll rouse myself and back to her I’ll go

As I walk the road from Killeshandra weary I sat down
For it’s twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town
Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair

Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Tom Moore

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Belfast – Barnbrack

Belfast – Barnbrack, 1985.

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Published on Jul 22, 2013

 
 
 
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Belfast written by Alex Quinn.
 
Of all the places I have been, there’s only one to fill my dreams.
The place that lingers in my mind is the town I’ve left behind.
I’ve been away now for too many years, I’ve read all the papers they told of your tears.
Though I’ve left you with a heart that’s been torn,
I’m coming home now, to the place I was born
Chorus : That’s Belfast you call to me , when I am far away, I think of thee , Your Blackmountain, Cave Hill, City Hall, Shaw’s Bridge, River Lagan,
I’m going home to them all.
 
I’ll meet friends and relations , each one I’ll embrace ,
We’ll pass round the pictures , which time can’t erase
And it won’t be long now ’til I see them all,
Then I’ll walk round the old streets and good times I’ll recall .
 
Chorus : In Belfast you call to me , when I am far away, I think of thee ,
Your Blackmountain, Cave Hill, City Hall, Shaw’s Bridge, River Lagan,
I’m going home to them all.
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Frances Black – The Hills of South Armagh

Lyrics

The crowded streets of Brooklyn
Seem a long way from my home
People rushing onwards
Going to and coming from
You bid them time of day and
They look the other way
And so you end up just like them
And talk to no one

Where the grass is fresh and green
Where the air is pure and clean
Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams
Although I’ve travelled far
The hills of south Armagh
Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams

The view from my apartment
Is a junkie’s alley way
My children speak in accents
Not like mine
My old man’s working two jobs
We don’t see him much these days
Oh, we’d be happy
If we only had the time

I hear the hills are occupied by strangers now
And the work keeps getting scarcer every day
Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced from home
To leave the ones you love
Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced to live this way

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Patricia Brigid Mccoy

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The Henry Girls – Ol’ Cook Pot (Official Music Video)

Published on Jul 19, 2012

Donegal sister trio The Henry Girls’ cover of Ol’ Cook Pot, a song written By Shawn Byrne and Chuck McCarthy. Featuring dancers Ayesha Mailey, Esther Alleyne, Janie Doherty and Kelly Nicholl from Echo Echo Dance Company in Derry, N.Ireland. Also featuring Denise Boyle on Mandolin. Filmed, Directed and Produced by Stephen Mogerley. Production Assistant – Bernie McDonagh. Shot in Inishowen, Co.Donegal. Many thanks to Eleanor Lamb for kindly allowing us to use her house for filming. This track is taken from The Henry Girl’s album, December Moon, which was released in 2011 and is available now via all digital retailers: http://www.amazon.com/December-Moon/d… http://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/the… http://www.thehenrygirls.com http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Hen… http://twitter.com/#!/thehenrygirls http://soundcloud.com/the-henry-girls
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Frances Black – The Hills of South Armagh

Lyrics

The crowded streets of Brooklyn
Seem a long way from my home
People rushing onwards
Going to and coming from
You bid them time of day and
They look the other way
And so you end up just like them
And talk to no one

Where the grass is fresh and green
Where the air is pure and clean
Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams
Although I’ve travelled far
The hills of south Armagh
Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams

The view from my apartment
Is a junkie’s alley way
My children speak in accents
Not like mine
My old man’s working two jobs
We don’t see him much these days
Oh, we’d be happy
If we only had the time

I hear the hills are occupied by strangers now
And the work keeps getting scarcer every day
Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced from home
To leave the ones you love
Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced to live this way

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Patricia Brigid Mccoy

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