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Whisperings

by Enda Reilly

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1.
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
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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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
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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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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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.
11.
Caledonia 05:14
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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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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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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I wanted Whisperings to be a simple album of undeniably great songs, sung and recorded with guitar or acapella. Many of these are Irish and Scottish favourites and are important connections for us all across the Atlantic. The album title was inspired by the line
"Whispering over the sea..." in the song Come back Paddy Reilly To Ballyjamesduff. Thanks for your purchase!

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released May 27, 2022

Performed, recorded, mixed and mastered by Enda Reilly
Photography by Dave Keegan.

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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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