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roots to fly (online version)

by FlatlandersFolk

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THE LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL Farewell to Princes Landing Stage River Mersey, fare thee well Cause I am bound for California, A place I know quite well So fare thee well, my own true love When I return, united we will be It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me But my darling when I think of thee I have signed on a Yankee sailing ship Davy Crockett is her name And Burgess is the Captain of her And they that say she's a floating shame Oh the sun is on the harbour, love And I wish I could remain For I know it will be a long, long time Before I see you again
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STAR OF THE COUNTY DOWN Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down One morning in last July, Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen, And she smiled as she passed me by. Oh, she looked so neat from her two bare feet To the sheen of her nut-brown hair, Such a coaxing elf, I had to shake myself To make sure I was standing there From Derry Quay up to Bantry Bay, And from Galway to Dublin town, No maid I've seen like the brown colleen That I met in the County Down. As she onward sped I shook my head And I gazed with a feeling rare, And I said, says I, to a passer-by, "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" Oh, he smiled at me, and with pride said he "That's the gem of old Ireland's crown, Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, She's the Star of the County Down." At the harvest fair I'll be surely there And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies On the heart of the nut-brown Rose. No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke Though with rust my plow turns brown, Till a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the Star of the County Down.
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THE GALWAY RACES So as I roved out to Galway Town To seek for recreation On the seventeenth of August Me mind was elevated There were multitudes assembled With their tickets at the station Me eyes began to dazzle As they're going to see the races With me wack fol the do Fol the diddle idle day There were passengers from Limerick And passengers from Nenagh Passengers from Dublin And the sportsmen from Tipperary There were passengers from Kerry And all the quarters of the nation And our member Mr. Hasset For to join the Galway Blazes There were multitudes from Aran And the members from New Quay Shore The boys from Connemara And the Clare unmarried maidens There were people from Cork City Who were loyal, true and faithful Who brought home Fenian prisoners From dying in foreign nations It is there you'll see confectioners With sugarsticks and dainties The lozenges and oranges, The lemonades and raisins The gingerbread and spices To accommodate the ladies And a piece of cake for three pence To be picking while you're able And it's there you'll see the whistle And the mandolin competing The nimble-footed dancers And they tripping on the daisies There're others cying "Cigars and lights, And bills of all the races! The colours of the jockeys, And the prize and horses' ages." And it's there you'll see the jockeys And they mounted on most stately The pink and blue, the red and green The emblem of our nation The bell was rung for starting All the horses seemed impatient I thought they never stood on ground Their speed was so amazing! There was half a million people there Of all denominations The Catholic, the Protestant, The Jew and Presbyterian There was yet no animosity No matter what persuasion But fáilte and hospitality Inducing fresh acquaintance
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THE BLACK VELVET BAND As I went walking down Broadway Not intending to stay very long I met with a frolicsome damsel, That came tripping along. A watch she pulled out of her pocket, And slipped it right into my hand On the very first day that I saw her, Bad luck to her black velvet band. Cause her eyes they shone like diamonds You would think she was Queen of the land With her hair, it hung over her shoulder, Tied up with a black velvet band. It was in the town of Tralee, An apprentice to trade I was bound, With a plenty of brightest amusement To see the days go round. Till misfortune and trouble, They caused me to stray from my land Far away from my friends and relations To follow her black velvet band. So before the judge and the jury Both of us had to appear And a gentleman swore to the jury The case against us seemed clear. For seven years transportation Right unto Van Diemens Land Far away from my friends and relations To follow her black velvet band. Now all you brave young Irish lads Come, hear what I got to say Beware of those frolicsome damsels That are knocking around in Tralee. They'll treat you with whisky and porter Until you're unable to stand And before you have time to leave them, You'll be unto Van Diemens Land.
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The Limerick Rake (free) 06:26
THE LIMERICK RAKE I am a young fellow that's easy and bold, In Castletown Conners I'm very well known; In Newcastle West I spent many a note With Kitty and Judy and Mary. My father rebuked me for being such a rake And spending my time in such frolicsome ways, But I ne'er could forget the good nature of Jane, Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se. My parents, they reared me to shake and to mow, To plough and to harrow, to reap and to sow; But my heart being airy to drop it so low, I set out on high speculation. On paper and parchment they taught me to write In Euclid and grammar they opened my eyes, But in multiplication, in truth, I was bright, Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se. If I chance for to go to the town of Rathkeal The girls all around me do flock on the square Some give me a bottle and others sweet cake, to treat me unknown to their parents. There is one from Askeaton and one from the Pike, Another from Arda, my heart was beguiled, Though being from the mountains here stockings are white, Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se. To quarrel for riches I ne'er was inclined, For the greatest of misers must leave them behind; I'll purchase a cow that will never run dry And I'll milk her by twisting her horn. John Dammer of Shronel had plenty of gold And Devonshire's treasure was twenty times more, But he's laid on his back among nettles and stones, Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se. If I chance for to go to the market at Croom, With a cock in my hat and my pipes in full tune, I am welcome at once and brought up to a room Where Bacchus is sporting with Venus. There's Peggy and Jane from the town of Bruree, And Biddy from Bruff and we all on the spree, Such a combing of locks as there was about me, Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se. There's some say I'm foolish, and more say I'm wise, For being fond of the women can't be no crime; For the son of King David had ten hundred wives And his wisdom was highly recorded. I'll till a good garden and live at my ease And each women and child can partake of the same, If there's war in the cabin, themselves they may blame, Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se. And now for the future I mean to be wise, I'll send for the women that acted so kind; And I'll marry them all in the morn, by and by If the clergy agree to the bargain. And when I'm on my back and my soul is at peace These women will crowd for to cry at my wake, And their sons and their daughters may offer their prayers To their Lord for the soul of their father.
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THE IRISH ROVER In the year of the Lord eighteen hundred and six We set sail from the coal quay of Cork, We were sailing away with a cargo of clay For the grand City Hall in New York. We'd an elegant craft, she was rigged fore and aft, And how the trade winds drove her; She had twenty-three masts and she stood sev'ral blasts, And they called her the Irish Rover. There was Barney Magee, from the banks of the Lee; There was Hogan from County Tyrone. There was Johnny McGurk, who was scared stiff of work, And a chap from Westmeath named Malone. There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule, And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover; And your man Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann, Was the skipper of the Irish Rover. We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags, We had two million barrels of bone; We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails, We had four million barrels of stone. We had five million hogs and six million dogs And seven million barrels of porter; We had eight million sides of old blind horses' hides In the hold of the Irish Rover. We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out, And our ship lost her way in the fog. And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two; That was me and the captain's old dog. Then the ship struck a rock, O Lord, what a shock, And nearly tumbled over; It turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned So I'm the last of the Irish Rover.
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THE RARE OLD MOUNTAIN DEW Let grasses grow and waters flow In a free and easy way But give me enough of the rare old stuff That's made near Galway Bay Come gaugers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip Of the rare old mountain dew. There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill Where the smoke curls up to the sky By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell there's potcheen, boys, close by. For it fills the air with a perfume rare And betwixt both me and you As home we roll, we can drink a bowl Or a bucketful of mountain dew. Now learned men as use the pen Have writ' the praises high Of the rare potcheen from Ireland green Distilled from wheat and rye Away with your pills, it'll cure all ills Be ye pagan, Christian, or Jew So take off your coat and grease your throat With a bucketful of mountain dew.
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For "roots to fly", we recorded our versions of classic Irish folk trads. These are tunes which got us into this kind of music - our "roots" helping us "to fly" :)

This is a compilation of all the tracks of our second CD being availabe online.
The individual song downloads are sorted into 4 different pricing categories, some are even free. Just take a "click" :)
(The physical version features additional tracks. Available via contact / our homepage.)

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released May 2, 2014

Recorded and produced by FLF 2014.

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FlatlandersFolk Germany

Fabian - vocals, guitar
Martin - mandolin, vocals

We're a folk-duo from the Lower Rhine area in the West of Germany.

These are recordings from our latest album, live recorded and produced by FLF in 2014.
It's mainly containing traditional Irish folk songs and tunes. We did several cover versions of newer songs, too, but these are only included on the physical CD.
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