Ta Mo Chleamhnas
Deanta
(My Match Is
Made)
-From Van Morrison & The Chieftains; Irish Heartbeat
Gaelic:Gaelic:
Ta mo chleamhnhas deanta o athru areir
S'ni mo na go dtaithnionn an bhean liom fein
Ach fagfaidh me i mo dhiaidh i
'Gus imeoidh me liom fein
Ar fud na gcoillte craobhach
Shiuil mise thoir agus shiuil mise thiar
Shiuil mise corcaigh 'gus sraide Bh'l'ath Cliath
Ach samhail de mo chailin deas ni fhaca mise riamh
'si an bhean dubh a dhfhag mo chroi craite
D'eirigh me ar maidin dha uair roimh an la
'Gus fuair me litir o mo mhile ghra
Chuala me an smoilin 's an londubh a ra
Gur ealiagh mo ghra thar saile
English:
My match it was made here last night
To a girl I neither love or like
But I'll take my own advice
And leave her behind
And go roaming the wild woods all over
I walked up, and I walked down
I walked cork, and Dublin, and Belfast Towns
But no equal to my true love could I find
She's the wee lass that's left my heart broken
I got up two hours before day
And I got a letter from my true love
I heard the blackbird and the linnet say
That my love had crossed the ocean
-From Steeleye Span: Back In Line
Take my heart to the Holy land
My comrade, my friend
Take my heart to the Holy Land
And with it make amends
Take my heart to the Holy Lands
And give me peace at last
And wash away the sins that lay
Upon it from the past
Give my soul eternal peace
And dig deep my grave
Give my soul eternal peace
And pray that it be saved
Give my soul eternal peace
Jesus Lord allow
For all the wrongs that I have done
God's mercy on me now
"What brought you into my room, to my
room, to my room,
What brought you into my room?" said the mistress unto Dan.
"I came to court your daughter, Ma'am I thought it no great
harm, Ma'am!"
"Oh Dan me dear, you're welcome here!" "Thank you
ma'am," Says Dan.
"how came you to know my daughter, my daughter, my daughter,
How came you to know my daughter?" says the mistress unto
Dan.
"Going to the well for water, Ma'am, to raise the can I
taught her, Ma'am!"
"Oh Dan, 'tis you're the handy man!" "Thank you,
Ma'am," says Dan.
"Oh, you can have my daughter, my daughter, my daughter,
Yes you can have my daughter," says the mistress unto Dan,
"But when you take my daughter, Dan, of course you'll take
me also, Dan!
Oh, Dan me dear, you're welcome here!" "Thank you,
Ma'am," says Dan.
This couple they got married, got married, got married,
This couple they got married, Miss Elizabeth and Dan;
And now he keeps her mother and her father, and her brother
and\'85
"Oh, Dan, 'tis you're the lucky man!" "Thank you,
Ma'am," says Dan.
The Thistle Bows Not to The Rose
Ken ye the hearts of the folk of the plaid?
or wonder, as many of what they are made?
They'll be hard as the Highlands, and cold as Loch Moi;
The Scots hae a spirit ye nae can destroy
Oh, born in the damp winds, and raised in the hills,
Those who reach manhood have iron-like wills.
By the reavers and the rovers and the brigands it's known
A Scotsman looks after his Clan and his own.
Chorus:
So hey for the Highlands, hallo for the low;
Leave a Scot breathin', he'll strike the last blow.
As the Chieftain of England so angrily knows,
The Thistle bows not to the Rose!
Oh, the French ladies charm with their glances and sighs,
But give me a lassie with fire in her eyes.
Scots' girls are fiery, they're long and they're lean,
And sharper of wit than a dirk it is keen.
But lovin' the women's like jugglin' with knives;
Too many at once, and men look to your lives;
Yet, find ye but one girl and stay to her true
She'll fight at your back and share in all you do.
Chorus
Now some say we're vicious, and heartless and cruel,
But a Scot's a survivor, and nobody's fool.
We've weathered the ages, and the wages of strife,
Betimes it takes hard men to lead a hard life.
So pipe till the blood sings and drink liquid fire;
Watch where you tread, lest you risk Scottish ire;
And mark ye the words of the Mackintosh Clan....
"Touch not the cat --- without a gloved hand!"
Chorus X2
The Thistles bows not to the red English Rose!!!!
(Modern Traditional)
Three jolly coachmen sat in an English Tavern
Three jolly coachmen sat in an English Tavern
And they decided, and they decided, and they decided
To have another flagon
Landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over
Landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over
For tonight we'll merry be, for tonight we'll merry be, for
tonight
we'll merry be
Tomorrow we'll be sober
Here's to the man who drinks water pure and goes to bed quite
sober
Here's to the man who drinks water pure and goes to bed quite
sober
Falls as the leaves do fall, falls as the leaves do fall, falls
as the leaves do fall
He'll die before October
Here's to the man who drinks dark ale and goes to bed quite
mellow
Here's to the man who drinks dark ale and goes to bed quite
mellow
Lives as he ought to live, lives as he ought to live, lives as he
ought to live
And dies a jolly good fellow
Here's to the maid who steals a kiss and runs to tell her mother
Here's to the maid who steals a kiss and runs to tell her mother
She's a foolish foolish girl, she's a foolish foolish girl, she's
a foolish foolish girl
For she'll not get another
Here's to the maid who steals a kiss and stays to steal another
Here's to the maid who steals a kiss and stays to steal another
She's a boon to all mankind, she's a boon to all mankind, she's a
boon to all mankind
For she'll soon be a mother
(Here's to the man who goes to battle wearing lots of armor
Here's to the man who goes to battle wearing lots of armor
Sweats as the pigs do sweat, sweats as the pigs do sweat, sweats
as the pigs do sweat
To ladies he's no charmer
Here's to the man who goes to fight with nothing but his woad on
Here's to the man who goes to fight with nothing but his woad on
He's a sight for all to see, he's a sight for all to see, he's a
sight for all to see
For he's got nothing sewed on)
(Gregorian tune)
Variant Old English: Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (1863–1944).
The Oxford Book of Ballads. 1910.
http://www.bartleby.com/243/67.html
There were three ravens on a tree,
Down a down, hey down a down.
And they were black as black can be, with a down.
The one of them said to his mate,
"Where shall we our breakfast take?"
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
Down in yonder green field,
Down a down, hey down a down,
There lies a knight slain under his shield,
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
His hounds they lie down at his feet,
So well can they their master keep.
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
His hawks they fly so eagerly,
Down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
There is no fowl dare him come nigh.
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
Down there comes a fallow doe,
As great with young as she might go.
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
She lifted up his bloody head,
Down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
And kis'd the wound that were so red,
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
She got him up upon her back,
And carried him to the earthen lake,
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
She buried him before the prime,
Down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
She was dead herself ere evenson time,
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
God send to ev'ry getle man
Such hawks, such hounds, and such a leman.
With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down.
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Similar to Here’s to the Company
HERE'S TO OUR LOVERS AND HERE'S TO OUR FRIENDS,
HERE'S TO OUR MEMORIES OF TIMES THAT HAVE BEEN.
HERE'S TO THE ROAD THAT BEFORE US EXTENDS.
HERE'S TO OUR LOVERS AND HERE'S TO OUR FRIENDS.
HERE'S TO OUR COMRADES SO STOUT AND SO TRUE,
MAY YOUR JOYS BE MANY YOUR SORROWS BE FEW.
A STRONG HEART, A LAUGH AND A LAND TO DEFEND.
HERE'S TO OUR LOVERS AND HERES TO OUR FRIENDS.
HERE'S TO OUR LOVERS AND HERE'S TO OUR FRIENDS,
HERE'S TO OUR MEMORIES OF TIMES THAT HAVE BEEN.
HERE'S TO THE ROAD THAT BEFORE US EXTENDS.
HERE'S TO OUR LOVERS AND HERE'S TO OUR FRIENDS.
HERE'S TO OUR LOVERS SO GENTLE AND FAIR,
WITH RADIANT FACES AND FINE SILKEN HAIR.
THE LOVE THAT WE'VE SHARED WITH EACH NEVER WILL END.
HERE'S TO OUR LOVERS AND HERE'S TO OUR FRIENDS.
HERE'S TO OUR LOVERS AND HERE'S TO OUR FRIENDS,
HERE'S TO OUR MEMORIES OF TIMES THAT HAVE BEEN.
HERE'S TO THE ROAD THAT BEFORE US EXTENDS.
HERE'S TO OUR LOVERS AND HERE'S TO OUR FRIENDS.
HERE'S TO THOSE SPECIAL FRIENDS THAT WE'VE ALL HAD,
WHO SHARE IN THE HARD TIMES AS WELL AS THE GLAD
THEY'LL BE THERE AT NEED ON THAT YOU MAY DEPEND
HERE'S TO OUR LOVERS AND HERE'S TO OUR FRIENDS.
HERE'S TO OUR LOVERS AND HERE'S TO OUR FRIENDS,
HERE'S TO OUR MEMORIES OF TIMES THAT HAVE BEEN.
HERE'S TO THE ROAD THAT BEFORE US EXTENDS.
HERE'S TO OUR LOVERS AND HERE'S TO OUR FRIENDS.
HERE'S TO OUR LOVERS AND HERE'S TO OUR FRIENDS,
HERE'S TO OUR MEMORIES OF TIMES THAT HAVE BEEN.
HERE'S TO THE ROAD THAT BEFORE US EXTENDS.
HERE'S TO OUR LOVERS AND HERE'S TO OUR FRIENDS.
Too-A-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral that's an Irish Lullaby
Recorded by Bing Crosby
Words only http://sniff.numachi.com/~rickheit/dtrad/lookup.cgi?ti=LULLBY
Over in Killarney
Many years ago,
Me Mither sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In her good ould Irish way,
And I'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.
Chorus:
"Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby."
Oft in dreams I wander
To that cot again,
I feel her arms a-huggin' me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a -hummin'
To me as in days of yore,
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.
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Possibly by James the Namer
No belt have I, nor chain, nor crown
Nor circlet on my head
But I seek not for great renown
Just someplace to lay my head.
I've raised my swords in wars so vast
For prizes never seen
But now I've found a cause at last
And so my heart does sing
I fight these wars because I must
A fire burns inside
Sword brothers all, we share a trust
And so my heart does sing
I've fought for friends in wars long past
Alongside warriors bold
But true peace has found me at last
Beneath the Green and Gold
The Outlands stands until the end
Renowned where e'er we're seen
I fight not just for Glory friends
I battle for my Queen.
Of all the green jerkin and all in green gown
The trees in the forest they all bear the crown,
The trees in the forest are cradle and hall,
The trees in the forest are fairest of all.____
The trees they do grow high,
And the leaves they do grow green,
But the time is gone and past, my love,
That you and I have see.
It's a cold winter's night, my love,
And here I must abide alone.
My bonny lad was young, but a growing.
"O, Father, dearest Father, I fear you've done me wrong,
For you've married me to a bonny boy, but I fear he is too
young."
"O, my daughter, dearest daughter, if you stay at home a
time with me,
A lady you shall be, while he is growing?"
"We'll send him to a college for a year or two,
And then perhaps in time, my love, into a man he'll grow.
I will buy you a ribbon blue to tie about his bonny waist,
To let the ladies know that he's married."
At the age of sixteen, he was a married man,
And at the age of seventeen, he was father of a son,
And at the age of eighteen, his grave it was growing green,
And that did put an end to his growing.
She made her love a shroud of the holland, O so fine,
And ev'ry stitch she put in it, her tears came trickling down.
"O, once I had a sweetheart, but now I have got never a one,
So fare you well my true love for ever."
"The trees they do grow high,
And the leaves they do grow green,
But the time is gone and past, my love,
That you and I have see.
It's a cold winter's night, my love,
And here I must abide alone.
So fare you well my true love, for ever."
Oh, she look'd out of the window as white as
any milk
But he look'd into the window as black as any silk
Hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, hulloa you coal black smith!
You have done me no harm
You never shall have my maidenhead that I have kept so long;
I'd rather die a maid Ah, but then she said,
And be buried all in my grave
That to have such a nasty, husky,
dusky musty fusky coal black smith
A maiden I will die
Then she became a duck,
A duck all on the stream,
And he became a waterdog
and fetched her back again.
Then she became a hare,
a hare upon the plain;
And he became a greyhound dog
and fetched her back again.
Then she became a fly,
a fly all in the air;
And he became a spider
and fetched her to his lair.
End of traditional verses
Then she became a star,
a star all in the night;
And he became a thundercloud
and muffled her out of sight.
Then she became a rose, a rose all in the wood
And he became a bumblebee
and kissed her where she stood.
Then she became a nun,
a nun all dressed in white;
And he became a canting priest
and prayed for her by night.
And she became a mare,
that mare she was a bay;
And he became a stable boy
to brush her every day.
She became a storm,
a storm so violent;
And he became the ground beneath,
to take what e'er she sent.
She became a ring,
a ring all made of gold;
And he became a jeweler,
to have her and to hold.
She became a ghost, and vanished all away;
And he became a magicker
and summoned her to stay.
And she became a tree, that tree it was a pine;
And he became an ivy plant,
that round her limbs did twine.
And she became a mouse,
who scurried off to hide,
But he became a black tom cat,
and by her hole did side.
And she became a glove,
a glove all made of fur;
But he became a cold,
cold man and put his hand in her.
Then she became a house,
a house along the way;
And he became a wayfarer
and entered her by day.
Then she became a sheet,
a white sheet on a bed;
And he became a red coverlet
and gained her maidenhead.
There were two sisters side by side,
Sing I dum and sing I day.
There were two sisters side by side,
The boys are bound for me.
There were two sisters side by side,
The eldest for young Johnny cried.
I'll be true unto my love, if he'll be true to me.
Johnny bought the youngest a gay gold ring,
Sing I dum and sing I day.
Johnny bought the youngest a gay gold ring,
The boys are bound for me.
Johnny bought the youngest a gay gold ring,
He never bought the eldest a single thing.
I'll be true unto my love, if he'll be true to me.
Johnny bought the youngest a beaver hat,
Sing I dum and sing I day.
Johnny bought the youngest a beaver hat,
The boys are bound for me.
Johnny bought the youngest a beaver hat,
The eldest didn't think much of that.
I'll be true unto my love, if he'll be true to me.
As they were a walkin' by the foamy brim,
Sing I dum and sing I day.
As they were a walkin' by the foamy brim,
The boys are bound for me.
As they were a walkin' by the foamy brim,
The eldest pushed the youngest in.
I'll be true unto my love, if he'll be true to me.
Sister, oh, sister give me thy hand,
Sing I dum and sing I day.
Sister, oh, sister give me thy hand,
The boys are bound for me.
Sister, oh, sister give me thy hand,
And you can have Johnny and all his land.
I'll be true unto my love, if he'll be true to me.
Oh, sister I'll not give you my hand,
Sing I dum and sing I day.
Oh, sister I'll not give you my hand,
The boys are bound for me.
Oh, sister I'll not give you my hand,
And I'll have Johnny and all his land.
I'll be true unto my love, if he'll be true to me.
So away she sank and away she swam,
Sing I dum and sing I day.
So away she sank and away she swam,
The boys are bound for me.
So away she sank and away she swam,
Until she came to the miller's dam.
I'll be true unto my love, if he'll be true to me.
The miller he took her gay gold ring,
Sing I dum and sing I day.
The miller he took her gay gold ring,
The boys are bound for me.
The miller he took her gay gold ring,
And then he pushed her in again.
I'll be true unto my love, if he'll be true to me.
The Miller he was hanged on the mountain head,
Sing I dum and sing I day.
The Miller he was hanged on the mountain head,
The boys are bound for me.
The Miller he was hanged on the mountain head,
The eldest sister was burned and dead.
I'll be true unto my love, if he'll be true to me.
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-By Chidiock the Younger and Andrixos
Seljukroctonis
(Tune- Under the Boardwalk)
Oh when the sun is hot and your head's burning
in your helm
And though you fight and fight, neither side can overwhelm
under the shieldwall, it's the place to be
With my lady beside me, willingly
CHORUS:
Under the shieldwall, where it's quiet and dark
Under the shieldwall, like our own private park
Under the shieldwall, we'll be making love
Under the shieldwall, shieldwall
Oh its the safest place a fighter can ever be
No weapon reaches there to break our sweet tranquility
Under the shieldwall, out of the sun
With my lady beside me, we'll be having fun
Chorus
So when the sides are joined, and you find yourself in the press
Why don't you join me there and take a break from battle stress
Under the shieldwall, it's the place to be
With my lady beside me, carnally
-Edmound Bernhard
To the tune of "Lillie of the West" by Peter Paul And
Mary
Our King has called us out to war, and off to
war we'll go
To defend our bonny homelands, against some mighty foe
We leave our homes, and our wives, our lovers, and our friends
For now we're marching off to war, our homeland to defend
We marched for many miles, the road seemed without end
We walked onto that battlefield, my heart was filled with dread
For to our fifty, they had twice, and then half again
Our allies could not come before that battle did begin
Our King, he was no coward, and from the front he led
And when that charge had ended, the battlefield ran red
Full half their number we had killed, but many of us lay slain
And so they made to slaughter us, and leave us on that plain
That day upon the battlefield, were glories never told
For many valiant men died there, but dearly our lives were sold
They killed us to a man that day, we would not leave that field
No quarter we could ask for, and we could never yield
When that day was over, none of us did stand
They took our homes away from us, our women and our land
But in our songs and stories our traditions will survive
And one day we shall rise again, and once again will thrive
Our King has called us out to war, and off to war we go
To defend our bonny homeland, against some mighty foe
We leave our homes and our wives, our lovers and our friends
For now we're marching off to war, our homeland to defend
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A Valkyrie Song
Mikal Hrafspa (Mikal the Ram)
Alone by the fire, a warrior I knew
Told me this tale, and I pray it is true.
From far Ansteorra our dragon-ship came
To fight for good Halidar on Lilied plain
My sword I had lent seeking honor and fame
Or Odin's great hall in the fray
We charged into battle, the sun beating high
Our battle-horns sounding a victory nigh
Our spears crossed their arrows like hawks in the sky
Leaving many men dead on the way
Sing me no songs of angels I pray
For a Valkyrie found me in battle that day
The battle was long and the sun was like fire
The heat drove us down like a funeral pyre
Though many I'd slain, now my bloodlust did tire
Struck down by the heat of the day
The battle moved onward from where I was laid
I drew of my helmet to rest in the shade
When a soft even tread, like the wind in a glade
Brought a daughter of Asgard my way
Sing me no songs of angels I pray
For a Valkyrie found me in battle that day
She gave me cool drink 'till my wits came again
Be fore I could speak she was gone like the wind
Had I but died, I could follow her then
But I lay with the living that day
Long I did search, a full year I have mourned
And told all my brothers this love I have borne
But she is of Asgard, and I of this shore
So here with my brothers I stay
Sing me no songs of angels I pray
For a Valkyrie found me in battle that day
True to this dream like the tale I have told
Close to my heart, a small pouch I still hold
And in it a lock of her hair pure as gold
This I carry to battle this day
Alone by the fire
A warrior I knew
Told me this tale
And I pray it is true .....
Notes from Mikal: Some of my best stuff is done after midnight
beside a campfire...
I composed this song after hearing a true story from an
Anstenoran who had come to Lilies the year we did the Viking wars
and saw the most beautiful girl in the world working as a
waterbearer. He watched her for a good twenty seconds, (He
claimed an hour) but before he could speak to her, she was gone.
He searched for the entire war without finding her. The next
year, he found her right off. He was going to take her to camp
that night, to introduce to his household, but the girl had
married in the year between the wars. This noble spent the hour
with her not speaking his heart, to keep from interfering with
the honor of their marriage.
She gave him a gift, that year. A lock of her hair, in a small
leather bag. (Damn! Stories like that make me cry... )
(Andy Stewart- From Silly Wizard: So Many Partings)
By the clear and winding streams
Of the valley of Strathmore
Where my love and I have been
Where we wander nevermore
Chorus:
But if time were a thing man could buy
All the money that I have in store
I would give for one day by her side
In the Valley of Strathmore
From the glen of the golden an' green
I have left for a land far away
Where sadness has ne'er been seen
And joy only costs a days pay
Chorus
In Strathmore theres a long workin' day
For the man who lays hands on the hill
But it's work I'd be happy to do
If at night I was lyin' with you
Chorus
As I take a long draught from my glass
I am drinkin the Long Hill again
But I try no to think on my loss
For the old days will ne'er come again
Chorus
-T raditional
Come all you wild and wicked youths, where ever
you may be
For I bid you pay attention now, and listen unto me
For the fate of us poor transports, as you will understand
And the hardships we do undergo, upon Van Diemans Land
My parents reared me tenderly, good learning gave to me
Till with bad men I was beguiled, which proved my destiny
O' I was brought up in Worchestershire, near to the town did
dwell
My name is Henry Albert, and many knows me well
Me and three more went out one night, to Squire Daniel's farm
To get some game was our intent, as the night came tumbling down
But to our sad misfortune, they took us there with speed
And they hauled us off to Warlock Jail, which made our hearts to
bleed
There at the Marchers Rises, At the bar we did appear
Like Job we stood with patience, to hear our sentence there
But being some bold offenders, made our case go hard
My sentence was for fourteen years, and I was sent onboard
Now the ship that took us from the land, the Speedwell was her
name
For a full four months and more my boys, we ploughed the Ragin'
Main
No land, no harbor did we see, and believe it is no lie
All around us one black water, above us one blue sky
On the day we made it to the land, upon that fateful shore
The planters gathered 'round us there, full forty score and more
They led us round like horses there, and sold us out of hand
And they yoked us to the plough my boy, to plough Van Diemans
Land
Last night as I lay in my bed, of Wooster I did dream
With my true love beside me there, down by some burblin' stream
But a' broken hearted I awoke, alone and far from home
For now we're rattlin' in our chains, in foreign lands to roam
(to Ghost Riders in the Sky)
OH I'M A STURDY VIKING LAD WITH HAIRY CHEST AND
CHIN,
TO MATCH MY FURRY GARMENT SO YOU CAN'T TELL WHERE THEY END.
I'M HUNG JUST LIKE A HORSE TO KEEP A LADY SATISFIED.
AND NOW I'VE COME DOWN FROM THE NORTH TO HUNT ME UP A BRIDE.
I SAW YOU IN YOUR FATHER'S FIELDS AND KNEW HIM TO BE RICH.
SO I CUT HIS LEGS OF AT THE KNEES AND TOSSED HIM IN THE DITCH.
I PLUNDERED ALL HIS CATTLE AND TOOK HIS LARDER TOO.
AND NOW I HIE ME BACK TO JAUL IN HOPES TO MARRY YOU.
CUZ I'M A MAN,
VIKING MAN,
AND WHAT'S MORE I THINK I'M IN LOVE.
I'VE LOTS OF WEALTH TO OFFER AND THAT'S TRULY NOT A BOAST.
FOR I'VE ALL THE WEALTH OF HALF THE FARMS ALONG THE EASTERN
COAST.
I SLAUGHTERED ALL YOUR FAMILY JUST TO PROVE TO YOU MY HEART,
BY YOUR HAIR I DRUG YOU HOME SO WE NEED NOT BE APART.
I'VE ALSO MANY SERVANTS THAT WILL ALSO BE AS YOURS.
THERE'S GERTRUDE AND BRUNHILDE WHO CAN HELP YOU WITH THE CHORES
AND THERE'S YOUNG LAINA WHO UPON A FORMER MAID I SIRED.
AND I BED ONE DOWN EACH NIGHT SO YOU NEED NOT GET TIRED.
CUZ I'M A MAN,
VIKING MAN,
AND WHAT'S WORSE I THINK I'M IN LOVE.
YES I'M A STURDY VIKING LAD A FINE CATCH TO BE SURE.
THOUGH I SMELL MUCH LIKE AND OX MY HEART IS VIKING PUR
I THANK ODEN, I THANK FREY, FOR SMILING ON MY LIFE,
FOR ON, FOR US, THIS LUCKY DAY YOU SHALL BECOME MY WIF
CUZ I'M A MAN,
VIKING MAN,
AND WHAT'S WORSE I THINK I'M IN LOVE.
CUZ I'M A MAN,
VIKING MAN,
AND WHAT'S WORSE I THINK I'M IN LOVE.
(Christy Moore)
Ten years before I saw the light of morning
A comradeship of heroes was laid.
From every corner of the world came sailing
The Fifth International Brigade.
They came to stand beside the Spanish people.
To try and stem the rising Fascist tide
Franco's allies were the powerful and wealthy,
Frank Ryan's men came from the other side.
Even the olives were bleeding
As the battle for Madrid it thundered on.
Truth and love against the force of evil,
Brotherhood against the Fascist clan.
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Vive La Quinta Brigada!
The password and the pledge that made them fight.
"Adelante" was the cry around the hillside.
Let us all remember them tonight.
Bob Hillard was a Church of Ireland pastor;
From Killarney across the Pyrenees he came.
From Derry came a brave young Christian Brother.
Side by side they fought and died in Spain.
Tommy Woods, aged seventeen, died in Cordoba.
With Na Fianna he learned to hold his gun.
From Dublin to the Villa del Rio
Where he fought and died beneath the blazing sun.
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Many Irishmen heard the call of Franco.
Joined Hitler and Mussolini too.
Propaganda from the pulpit and newspapers
Helped O'Duffy to enlist his crew.
The word came from Maynooth: 'Support the Nazis.'
The men of cloth failed again
When the bishops blessed the blueshirts in Dun Laoghaire
As they sailed from the swastika to Spain.
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This song is a tribute to Frank Ryan.
Kit Conway and Dinny Coady too.
Peter Daly, Charlie Regan and Hugh Bonar.
Though many died we can but name a few.
Danny Doyle, Blaser-Brown and Charlie Donnelly.
Liam Tumilson and Jim Straney from the Falls.
Jack Nally, Tommy Patton and Frank Conroy,
Jim Foley, Tony Fox and Dick O'Neill.
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(Also known as - An Old Cliche Revisited)
Words by: R. Farran
Tune: The Irish Washerwoman
A dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.
Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch.
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we cant help but wonder and pause to reflect.
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Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly?
Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Now we'd like to be shed you, and many have tried.
But no one can get through your thick scaly hide.
We hope that some day, some brave knight will come by.
'Cause we can't wait around 'til you're too fat to fly.
Now you have such good taste in your women for sure,
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
Bid your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch,
For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.
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Now we've found a solution, it works out so neat,
If you insist on nothing but virgins to eat.
No more will our number ever grow small,
Well simply make sure there's no virgins at all!
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