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Foreign Lander
04:20
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I've been a foreign lander for seven years or more
Among the brave commanders where wild beasts howled and roared
I've conquered all my enemies on land and on the sea
But you my dearest jewel 'tis you have conquered me
I can’t build a ship of love without the wood of trees
The ship would burst asunder should I prove false to thee.
If ever I prove false love the elements would moan
The fires would turn to ice love, the seas would rage and burn
Have you heard the mourning dove? She's flying from pine to pine
She's mourning for her own love the way I mourn for mine.
I lie awake out in the night, I see the shining stars
I wonder if you see them too wherever you are
I've been a foreign lander for seven years or more
Among the brave commanders where wild beasts howled and roared
I've conquered all my enemies on land and on the sea
But you my dearest jewel 'tis you have conquered me
But you my dearest jewel 'tis you have conquered me
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Pretty Fair Maid
03:43
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Pretty fair maid was in her garden
When a stranger came riding by
He came up to the gate and called her
Said, “Pretty fair maid, would you be my bride?”
She said, “I’ve a true love who’s in the army
And he’s been gone for seven long years
And if he’s gone for seven years longer
I’ll still be waiting for him here”
“Perhaps he’s on some watercourse drowning
Perhaps he’s on some battlefield slain
Perhaps he’s to some fair girl married
And you may never see him again”
“Well, if he’s drowned, I hope he’s happy
Or if he’s on some battlefield slain
Or if he’s to some fair girl married
I’ll love the girl who married him”
He took his hand out of his pocket
And on his finger wore a golden ring
And when she saw that band a-shining
A brand new song her heart did sing
And the he threw his arms all around her
And kisses gave her one, two, three
Said, “I’m your true and loving soldier
Who’s come back home to marry thee”
Pretty fair maid was in her garden
When a stranger came riding by
He came up to the gate and called her
Said, “Pretty fair maid, won’t you be my bride?”
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Say Darlin' Say
02:30
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Say little darlin’ won’t you marry me
Livin’ in the holler ‘neath the old oak tree
Say Darlin’ Say
In the old oak tree we’d make our home
Nevermore this world to roam
Say Darlin’ Say
Say little darlin’ if you were mine
You wouldn’t do nothin’ but starch and iron
Say Darlin’ Say
Starch and iron would be your trade
And I’d get drunk and lay in the shade
Say Darlin’ Say
Hush little baby don’t say a word
Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
Say Darlin’ Say
And if that diamond ring turns brass
Daddy’s going to buy you a looking glass
Say Darlin’ Say
And if that looking glass gets broke
Daddy’s gonna buy you a billy goat
Say Darlin’ Say
And if that billy goat won’t pull
Daddy’s gonna buy you a cart and bull
Say Darlin’ Say
And if that cart and pull break down
You’ll still be the prettiest girl in town
Say Darlin’ Say
Say little darlin’ won’t you marry me
Livin’ in the holler ‘neath the old oak tree
Say Darlin’ Say
In the old oak tree we’d make our home
Nevermore this world to roam
Say Darlin’ Say
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A Drinking Song
03:52
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‘Cause wine comes in at the mouth, and love comes in at the eye
That’s all we shall know for truth before we grow old and die
I lift my glass to my mouth, I look at you and I sigh
As I sit here sippin’ on the whiskey in my glass
I think about the trials and the triumphs of our pasts
Were they all that different, the upsides and the down?
I look at you and smile, then pour another round
‘Cause wine comes in at the mouth, and love comes in at the eye
That’s all we shall know for truth before we grow old and die
I lift my glass to my mouth, I look at you and I sigh
There’s a method to the madness, or so we like to say
Order in the chaos moving through our day
At least that’s what we tell ourselves to keep us feeling fine
To fill the time between good company and wine
‘Cause wine comes in at the mouth, and love comes in at the eye
That’s all we shall know for truth before we grow old and die
I lift my glass to my mouth, I look at you and I sigh
The only thing that’s certain in life is that it’s not
We can’t predict our futures, we cannot choose our lots
Instead of getting caught up in what may never be
Raise a glass, make a toast, a health to you and me
‘Cause wine comes in at the mouth, and love comes in at the eye
That’s all we shall know for truth before we grow old and die
I lift my glass to my mouth, I look at you and I sigh
I lift my glass to my mouth, I look at you and I sigh
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Mason's Apron
02:57
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Train Song
02:50
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Stairs
03:04
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Fiddler of Dooney
03:33
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When I play my fiddle in Dooney
Folk dance like a wave of the sea
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet
My brother in Mocharbuiee
I met my brother and cousin
They read in their books of prayer
I read in my book of songs
That I bought at the Sligo fair
For the good are always the merry save by an evil chance
And the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance
Yes the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance
And when we come at the end of time
To Peter sitting in state
He’ll smile on the three old spirits
But call me first through the gate
And when the folk there spy me
They’ll all come up to me
With here is the Fiddler of Dooney
And dance like a wave of the sea
For the good are always the merry save by an evil chance
And the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance
Yes the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance
For the good are always the merry save by an evil chance
And the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance
Yes the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance
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11. |
Dreams of a Child
04:57
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The Northerly Gales Minnesota
The Northerly Gales is a Twin Cities-based Celtic/Americana group.
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