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Chrismas (solo)
01:24
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Christmas is now drawing near at hand,
Come serve the Lord and be at his command
And God a portion for you will provide
And give a blessing to your soul beside.
Down in the garden where flowers grow in ranks.
Down on your bended knees and give the Lord thanks.
Down on your knees and pray both night and day.
Give off your sins and live upright I pray.
So proud and lofty is some sort of sin,
That many take delight and pleasure in.
Whose conversation God does much dislike
And yet he shakes his sword before he strikes.
So proud and lofty do some people go
Dressing themselves like players in a show
They patch and paint and dress with idle stuff
As if God had not made them fine enough.
Even little children learn to curse and swear
And can’t rehearse one word of Godly prayer.
Oh teach them better, teach them to rely
On Christ the sinners friend who reigns on high.
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Never Safe
03:36
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The Wild Goose (solo)
01:33
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Did you ever see the wild goose sail over the ocean?
Ranzo, Ranzo, way hey.
Just like them pretty girls when they get the notion.
Ranzo, Ranzo, way hey.
As I went out walking one morning down by the river.
I espied a pretty fair maid with her top sails all a quiver.
And I said pretty fair maid ,now how are you this morning ?
She said none the better for the seeing of you.
Did you ever see the wild goose sail over the ocean ?
Just like them pretty girls when they get the notion.
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4. |
I'll tell my ma
03:08
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Diddle de da, diddle de doh Diddle de da diddle dee doh.
Diddle de da doh doh Diddle de da doh doh
I’ll tell my Ma… when I go home
The boys won’t leave… the girls alone.
They pull my hair... they steal my comb,
Well that’s all right… ‘til I go home.
She is handsome… she is pretty,
She is the girl from Belfast city.
She is courting… one,two,three.
Please will you tell me who is she?
Diddle de da, diddle de doh Diddle de da diddle dee doh.
Diddle de da doh doh Diddle de da doh doh………….….REPETER
Al bert Moon ey sa…ys……. he loves her,
All the boys are fighting for her.
They knock AT the door and they ring AT the bell
“ Oh my true love… are you well ? “
Out she comes… white as snow,
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes.
Little Jenny Murphy says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the fella with the rovin’ eye.
Diddle de da, diddle de doh Diddle de da diddle dee doh.
Diddle de da doh doh Diddle de da doh
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high,
And the snow come shovelling from the sky.
She’s as nice as apple pie
And she’ll get her own lad… by and by.
When she gets a… lad of her own,
She won’t tell her Ma… when she goes home.
Let them all come as they will
For it’s Al bert Moon ey she loves still.
Diddle de da, diddle de doh Diddle de da diddle dee doh.
Diddle de da doh doh Diddle de da doh doh
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5. |
Peacock's Feather
02:54
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6. |
Home Firth Anthem (solo)
01:44
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7. |
Bonny at Morn
03:53
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The sheep are in the meadow,
And the cows are in the corn,
Why doest thou lie in thy bed
Bonny at morn.
Canny at night and Bonny at morn.
Why doest thou lie in thy bed Bonny at morn.
The bird is in the bush.
And the trout is in the burn.
Thou hinders thy mother
At many a turn.
Canny at night
And bonny at morn.
Why doest thou lie in thy bed
Bonny at morn
We’re all laid idle
Wi’ keeping’o the bairn
The lad he will not work
And the lass winnot lairn.
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Once I courted a lady beauty bright,
I courted her by day, I courted her by night.
I courted her for love and love I did obtain.
I didn’t have no right nor reason to complain.
When her own parents came for to know
They locked her up so tight, they kept her so secure .
They locked her up so tight they kept her so secure,
I didn’t get the sight of my dear any more.
I resolved to the army to go
To see if I could forget my love or no.
When I got there the army shone so Bright
Put me in fresh mind of my own hearts delight.
For seven long years I served the King of Rome,
At the end of seven years I returned to my home .
My heart so full of love , my eyes so full of tears,
Oh what would I give to be with my dear.
I resolved to her parents house to go
To see if my love forgot me or no.
When I got there her mother wept and cried
Said my daughter loved you dearly and for your sake she died.
Me like a mad man was struck and was slain
Tears rolled down my cheeks like rain
Oh my grief, I cannot bear,
My true love is in her grave and I long to be there.
When I arose to my senses again ;
I picked up a pen and I wrote down this saying
Come young and old wherever you may be
Don’t pity my misfortune, my sad misery.
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9. |
Sally Free and Easy
04:14
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Sally free and easy
That should be her name
Sally free and easy
That should be her name
Took a sailor’s loving
For a nurs’ry game
Oh the heart she gave me
Was not made of stone.
No the heart she gave me
It was not made of stone
It was sweet and hollow
Like a honey comb.
Think I’ll wait till sunset
See the ensign down;
Yes, I’ll wait till sunset
See the ensign down,
Then I’ll take the tideway
To my burying ground.
Sally free and easy
That should be her name
Sally free and easy
That should be her name
When my body’s landed.
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11. |
The Foggy Dew (solo)
03:24
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As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
There were armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound its wild tattoo
But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffy swell rang out through the foggy dew.
It was England bade our wild geese « Go that small nations might be free »
But their lonely graves are by Sulva’s waves or in the depths of the great North Sea.
Oh had they died by Pearse’s side or fought with Cathal Brugha,
Their names we’d keep where the Fienians sleep beneath the shroud of the foggy dew.
Right proudly high in Dublin town they hung that flag of war
It was better to die beneath an Irish sky than in Sulva or in Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through.
While Britannia’s Huns with their great big guns, sailed in through the foggy dew.
But the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear.
For those who died that Easter tide, in the springtime of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amaze at those fearless men but few.
Who bore the fight that freedom’s light might shine through the foggy dew.
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12. |
Fathom The Bowl (solo)
01:44
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Come all you bold heroes, give an ear to my song
And I’ll sing you the praises of brandy and rum.
From the clear crystal fountain near Ireland shall roll.
Give me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl.
I’ll fathom the bowl, I’ll fathom the bowl.
Give me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl.
From France we do get brandy, from Jamaica comes rum.
But sweet oranges and apples from Portugal come.
Now stout and strong cider are Ireland’s control
Give me the punch ladle I’ll fathom the bowl.
My wife she do annoy me when she’s laid at her ease.
She does what she likes and she says what she please.
My wife she’s the devil, she’s black as the coal.
Give me the punch ladle, I’ll fathom the bowl.
My father he do lie in the depths of the sea
With no stone at his foot but what matters to he
Is the clear crystal fountain near Ireland shall roll.
Give me the punch ladle I’ll fathom the bowl.
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13. |
Mountain Tyme
05:32
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Oh the summer time is coming
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming Heather
Will you go laddie, go?
And we’ll all go together
To pick wild mountain thyme
And all around the blooming Heather
Will you go laddie, go?
I will build my love a bower
By yon clear crystal fountain
And on it I will lay
All the flowers of the mountain.
Will you go laddie go?
If my true love will not go
I will surely find another
To pick wild mountain thyme
And all around the blooming heather
Will you go laddie, go?
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Gillie Mc Pherson France
Gillie Mc Pherson has been singing for over 40 years.
Born in Belfast, she was influenced by Blues and Irish
Traditional music. She organized folk sessions in Belfast. She then left for London in the 70's where she played Rock, Folk and Jazz. She also presented a serie on BBC channel called "Gillie".
She then moved to France to build a Rock and Blues band, and a traditional folk band.
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