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The Leaving of Liverpool
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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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Craig's Pipes (Reel)
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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
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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
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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
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
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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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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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