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All Along The Wild Atlantic Way
Written by Aoife Scott & Enda Reilly
[Chorus]
When will you bring me, my love
I'm counting down the days,
When will you bring me, my love
All along The Wild Atlantic Way?
I’m 60 years in Nova Scotia,
Waiting for the day,
The day that we’re returning homeward,
All along The Wild Atlantic Way
[Chorus]
Remember when we went to Bunbeg
The shipwreck in the bay,
We sat and watched the north west sunset,
All along The Wild Atlantic Way
The time we climbed Croagh Patrick,
And nearly went astray,
Our legs were aching, falling off us,
All along The Wild Atlantic Way
[Chorus]
The time that we went skinny dippin'
Down in Derrynea,
Smelling Galway’s salted ocean
All along The Wild Atlantic Way
The day that we heard Willie Clancy,
Piping in Malbay
We sang and danced til the early morning,
All along The Wild Atlantic Way
[Chorus]
I'd watch you catch the fish near Dingle,
As currachs rowed away,
I’d wait for you with the half-light gloaming,
All along The Wild Atlantic Way
Cycling back from The Black Ball Head,
Skin salty from the spray
The ocean looming out beyond us,
All along The Wild Atlantic Way
[Chorus] x2
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The Garden of Eden has vanished they say
But I know the lie of it still
Just take a left turn at the bridge of Finea
And stop when halfway to Cootehill.
'Tis there I will find it I know sure enough
When fortune has come to my call,
For the grass it is green around Ballyjamesduff
And the blue sky is over it all
And tones that are tender and tones that are gruff,
Are whispering over the sea,
Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff,
Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me.
My mother once told me that when I was born
The day that I first saw the light,
I looked down the street on that very first morn
And gave a great crow of delight.
Now most newborn babies appear in a huff,
And start with a sorrowful squall
But I knew I was born in Ballyjamesduff
And that's why I smiled on them all.
The baby's a man, now he's toil-worn and tough,
Still, whispers come over the sea,
Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff
Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me.
And tones that are tender and tones that are gruff,
Are whispering over the sea,
Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff,
Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me.
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Twas on one bright March morning
I bid New Orleans adieu.
I took the road to Jackson town,
My fortune to renew,
I cursed all foreign money,
No credit could I gain,
Which filled my heart with longing for
The lakes of Pontchartrain.
I stepped on board a railroad car,
Beneath the morning sun,
I road the roads till evening,
And I laid me down again,
All strangers there no friends to me,
Till a dark girl towards me came,
And I fell in love with a Creole girl,
By the lakes of Pontchartrain.
I said, "My pretty Creole girl,
My money here's no good,
But if it weren't for the alligators,
I'd sleep out in the wood".
"You're welcome here kind stranger,
Our house is very plain.
But we never turn a stranger out,
From the lakes of Pontchartrain."
She took me into her mammy's house,
And treated me right well,
The hair upon her shoulders
In jet black ringlets fell.
To try and paint her beauty,
I'm sure it would be in vain,
So handsome was my Creole girl,
By the lakes of Pontchartrain.
I asked her if she'd marry me,
She said it could never be,
For she had got a lover,
And he was far at sea.
She said that she would wait for him
And true she would remain.
Till he returned for his Creole girl,
By the lakes of Pontchartrain.
So fare thee well my Creole girl,
I may never see you more,
But I won't forget your kindness
In the cottage by the shore.
And at each social gathering
A flowing glass I'll drain
And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl,
By the lakes of Pontchartrain.
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Go Lassie Go
03:07
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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 ye go, lassie go?
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will ye go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a bower
Near yon pure crystal fountain,
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain.
Will ye go, lassie go?
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will ye go, lassie, go?
If my true love, she were gone,
Could I ever find another?
Where wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie go?
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will ye go, lassie, go?
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Buachaill Ón Éirne
03:51
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Bhéarsa 1
Buachaill ón Éirne mé
Booakil own Air-nyeh may
I'm a boy from the Erne
's bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg.
S vraig hing fane colleen jas ouge
and I could charm a nice young girl.
Ní iarrfainn bó spré léithe
Nee ear-hing bow spray leh-hee
I would not ask a cow as a dowry from her
tá mé féin saibhir go leor.
Taw may fane sever guh lyor
as I am rich enough myself.
'S liom Corcaigh 'á mhéid é,
Slum kurkey Awe vade ay (he)
I own Cork, as big as it is,
dhá thaobh a' ghleanna 's Tír Eoghain.
Gaw heave a glana s tear own
two sides of the glen, and Tyrone.
'S mura n-athraí mé béasaí
S murra nyathry may bay see
And if I don’t change my manners
's mé n' t-oidhr' ar Chontae Mhaigh Eo.
‘S May in tire err kunday wee yo
I'm the heir of County Mayo.
Bhéarsa 2
Rachaidh mé 'márach
Rocky may more-rock
I will go tomorrow
á dhéanamh leanna fán choill
Awe yaynuv lanna fawn quill
to make ale in the wood
gan gráinnín braich ar bith liom
Gone grawneen brawk err bih lyum
without a pinch of gruel with me
Ach duilliúr na gcraobh
Ock dill your nah grave
But leaves of the branches
mar éideadh leapa os mo chionn
Mar aydeh lap ohs muh kyun
as bedclothes over my head
'S óró sheacht m'anam déag thú
S or row hyacht monam dayg hoo
And O! My seventeenth soul
's tú 'féachaint orm anall.
Stoo faykint urrum an owl
and you looking across at me
Bhéarsa 3
Buachailleacht bó, mo lao,
Booakil oct bow(ooh) muh low
A cowherd, my pet,
nár chleacht mise ariamh
Nor klocked misha reeve
I've never practiced before
Ach ag imirt 's ag 'ól
Ock egg immurts egg ole
But playing and drinking
's le hógmhná deasa fá shliabh
Sleh houge-vraw jasa faw hleave
and (being) with nice young women on the mountain
ní móide gur chaill mé mo chiall
Knee mowjeh gurr kyle may muh keel
it's not as though I lost my senses
A's ní mó liom do phóg
Ass knee mow lyum duh fogue
And your kiss is no more to me
ná'n bhróg atá'r caitheamh le bliain.
Naw on vrogue ataw err kahiv leh bleein
now than a shoe worn for a year.
Bhéarsa 4
A chuisle 's a stór
A kwishleh a store
My darling and my love
ná pós an seanduine liath
Naw Poe s on shandinne leeya
don't marry the grey old man
Ach pós a' fear óg, mo lao,
Ock Poe-s afar oh-ooh-g, muh lyow
But marry a young man, my pet,
mur' maire sé ach bliain
Murmara shay ock bleein
if he only lives but a year
Nó beidh tú go fóill
No bye two guh foe-ill
Or you will be still
gan Ó nó Mac os do chionn
Gan oh no mac ose duh kyun
Without a descendant to succeed you
A shilfeadh a'n deor
A hillhock a nyor
Who would shed their tears
tráthnóna nó'r maidin go trom.
Traw-no-na no er mod-in guh trum
heavily at eve or at morn
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Danny Boy
03:09
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Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are callin
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are fallin
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warmer sweeter be
If you'll but bend and tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
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Máirseáil Saighdúra
02:21
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Johnny has gone for a soldier (Siúl a rún)
Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill
Who can blame me, cryin' my fill
And ev'ry tear would turn a mill,
Johnny has gone for a soldier.
With Fife and drum he marched away
He would not heed what I did say
He’ll not be back for many’s a day
Johnny has gone for a soldier.
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
I'll sell my flax and my spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel,
So it in battle he might wield
Johnny has gone for a soldier.
I'll dye my dress, I'll dye it red,
And through the streets I'll beg for bread,
For the lad that I love from me has fled,
Johnny has gone for a soldier.
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
Me, oh my, I loved him so,
Broke my heart to see him go,
And only time will heal my woe,
Johnny has gone for a soldier.
I wish I wish I wish in vain
I wish my heart would come home again
But alas my love in battle was slain
Johnny has gone for a soldier.
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
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The Foggy Dew
04:08
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As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
There Armoured lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No pipes did hum, no battle drum did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew
'Twas Brittania bade our Wild Geese go, that "small nations might be free"
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves on the shores of the great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we would keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew
Oh the bravest fell, and the Requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the spring time of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few,
Who bore the fight that the freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew
As back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with women and men I ne'er shall see more
And to and fro in my dreams I go, I kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew.
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O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
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Caledonia
05:14
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I don't know if you can see the changes that have come over me
In these last few days I've been afraid that I might drift away
So I've been telling old stories, singing songs, that make me think about where I come from
That's the reason why I seem so far away today
CHORUS
Let me tell you that I love you and I think about you all the time
Caledonia you're calling me and now I'm going home
But if I should become a stranger you know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything I've ever had
I have moved and I've kept on moving, proved the points that I needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losing, found others on the way
I have tried and I've kept on trying, stolen dreams, yes there's no denying*
I have traveled hard sometimes with conscience flying somewhere in the wind
CHORUS
Now I'm sitting here before the fire, the empty room the forest choir
The flames that couldn't get any higher they've withered now they've gone
But I'm steady thinking, my way is clear and I know what I will do tomorrow
When the hands have shaken and the kisses flow then I will disappear
CHORUS
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Red Is The Rose
02:55
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CHORUS
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,
And fair is the lily of the valley;
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.
Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass
Comer over the hills to your darling;
You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever.
CHORUS
'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
When the moon and the stars they were shining;
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
And she swore she'd be my love forever.
CHORUS
It's not for the parting of my dear sister Kate
It's not for the grief of my mother,
"Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever.
CHORUS
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The Parting Glass
02:32
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Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm I've ever done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To mem'ry now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
If I had money enough to spend
And leisure time to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in this town
That sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
I own she has my heart in thrall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all.
Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They'd wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
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Enda Reilly Plymouth, Michigan
Folk Singer, Songwriter and guitarist.
Original songs in Irish and English, WB Yeats' poetry and
collaborations and sharing Irish culture in the USA through song.
"FIRMLY ROOTED IN THE PAST WITH AN EYE AND EAR FOR THE FUTURE. ....THE REAL DEAL.”
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