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Town she used to call home * Weile
weile waile * Route 609 * Old
woman from Wexford * Riley's daughter
* Carrickfergus * Find
a way home * Galway races * The
holy ground
* Always movin' * Under
hill and over * I'll tell me ma
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CARRICKFERGUS
I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygran
I would swim over the deepest ocean
Only for nights in Ballygran.
But the sea is wide and I can not swim over
Nor have I the wings to fly.
If I could find me a handsome boatsman
To ferry me over to my love and die
My childhood days bring sad reflections
Of happy times spent so long ago
My boyhood friends and my own relations
Have all passed on now, like the melting snow
So I'll spend my days now, in endless roving
Soft is the grass; my bed is free.
Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus
On that long road down to the sea
Now in Kilkenny, it is reported
There are marble stones as black as ink
With Gold and silver I would transport her
But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink
I'm drunk today, but I'm seldom sober
A handsome rover from town to town
Ah, but I'm sick now, my days are over
Come all ye young lads, and lay me down
Celtic
Rock
FIND A WAY HOME
Copyright (Keating - KT
Music)
Used by permission
I would never have dreamt on the first day I came,
I would still be in London to-day.
To return home I've tried
but my hopes have long died,
Work in Ireland is further away.
And I can't seem to find a way home,
No, I can't seem to find a way home.
But to give up my soul
and go back on that dole,
That would seem is the only way home,
And I can't seem to find a way home,
No, I can't seem to find a way home.
Now, my mother, she's hopin'
some day they'll re-open
That factory that's down near Athy.
But what use is there writin' a job application,
There's never a word of reply.
And I can't seem to find a way home,
No, I can't seem to find a way home.
A whole generation in forced generation,
How many will never return,
For we can't seem to find a way home,
No, we can't seem to find a way home.
Celtic
Rock
THE GALWAY RACES
As I rode down to Galway town to seek for recreation,
On the seventeenth of August, me mind being elevated.
There were multitudes assembled with their tickets at
the station.
Me eyes began to dazzle and I'm going to see the races.
With me whack fol-da-da, fol-da-diddly-ida-day
There were passengers from Limerick and more from Tipperary
Boys from Connemara and a flair of married ladies
People from Cork City who were loyal, true and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian prisoners from dying in
foreign nations
With me whack fol-da-da, fol-da-diddly-ida-day
It's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing
The nimble-footed dancers a-tripping o'er the daisies
There were others crying cigars and likes, and bills
for all the races
With the colours of the jockeys and the price and horses'
ages
With me whack-fol-da-da, fol-da-diddly-ida-day
It's there you'll see the jockeys and they're mounted
out so stately
The pink, the blue, the orange and green, the emblem
of our Nation
When the bell was rung for starting, all the horses
seemed impatient
I thought they never stood on ground their speed was
so amazing
With me whack fol-da-da, fol-da-diddly-ida-day
There was half a million people there from all denominations
The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew and Presbyterian
There was yet no animosity, no matter what persuasion
But sportsman hospitality and induce fresh acquaintance
With me whack-fol-da-da, fol-da-diddly-ida-day
Celtic Rock
THE HOLY GROUND
Fare thee well, my lovely Dinah, a thousand times adieu.
We are sailing away from the Holy Ground and the girls
we all loved true
We will sail the salt sea over, and we'll return for
sure
To see again the girls we loved and the Holy Ground
once more
CHORUS:
FINE GIRL YOU ARE
You're the girl that I adore
And still I live in hopes to see
The Holy Ground once more
FINE GIRL YOU ARE
And now the storm is raging, and we are far from shore
And the good old ship is tossing about, and her rigging
is all tore
And the secret of my mind, my love, is the girl I do
adore
And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once
more
Chorus
And now the storm is over, and we are safe and well
We will go into a public house and drink and feast our
fill
And when our money's spent, my love, we'll go to sea
once more
And cross the raging foam to see the Holy Ground once
more
Chorus
Celtic
Rock
I'LL TELL ME MA
I'll tell me ma, when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
And that's all right till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courtin, one two three
Please won't you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
They rap at the door and they ring at the bell
Saying 'Oh my true- love are you well?
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Jenny Murphy says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye
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 gets home
Let them all come as they will
But its Albert Mooney she loves still
Celtic
Rock
REILLY'S DAUGHTER
As I was sitting by the fire
Talking to old Reilly's daughter
Came a thought into my mind
I'd like to marry old Reilly's daughter
CHORUS
Giddy I ay, giddy I ay, giddy I ay
For the one-eyed Reilly. Giddy I ay, giddi I ay
Bang it on your old brass drum
Reilly played on a big brass drum
Had a mind for fight and slaughter
Had but one big bright red eye
Which he kept upon his daughter
Chorus
Her hair was black, her eyes were blue
The colonel and the major sought her
Sergeant and the private too
They had no chance with O'Reilly's daughter
Chorus
Got me a ring and a parson too
Got me a scratch in married quarters
Settled down to a peaceful life
Happy as a king with Reilly's daughter
Chorus
A sudden footstep on the stair
Who should it be but the one-eyed Reilly
With two pistols in his hand
Looking for the man who married his daughter
Chorus
I took O'Reilly by the hair
Rammed his head in a pail of water
Fired his pistols in the air
A darned sight quicker than I married his daughter
Chorus
Celtic
Rock
ROUTE 609
Copyright (Keating/Connolly
- KT Music)
Used by permission
Driving down the highway, she was going his way, that
was fine
She said her name was Diasy, that was crazy, she was
lying
She told a sad, sad story, he felt sorry, she was crying
He stopped to buy her coffee, at that all-night cafe,
Route 609
CHORUS
She said, Let's stick together now, all-right
Make it together now, all-right
Make it together now, tonight
Let's stick together now, all-right
That devil, she was on his mind,
That highway gal of route 609
She stole his soul without even tryin'
That highway gal of route 609
Early the next mornin' day was dawnin' she was gone
His pockets, she left empty, just a note, to say `so
long'
The waiter, he told him later, drink the water, not
the wine
He said, they call her Sal, the highway gal, Route 609
Chorus
Celtic Rock
THE OLD WOMAN FROM WEXFORD
Oh there was an old woman from Wexford in Wexford she
did dwell
She loved her old man dearly but another one twice as
well.
CHORUS
With me right fol diddi fol da rum and me right fol
diddi fol day
One day she went to the doctor some medicine for to
find
She said 'will you give me something for to make me
old man blind.'
Chorus
Feed him eggs and marrowbones and make him suck them
all
And it won't be very long after till he won't see you
at all.'
Chorus
The doctor wrote a letter and he signed it with his
hand
He sent it round to the old man just to let him understand.
Chorus
She fed him eggs and marrowbones and made him suck them
all
And it was'nt very long after till he could'nt see her
at all
Chorus
Says he: 'I'd like to drown myself, but that might be
a sin'
Says she: 'I'll go along with you and help to push you
in'
Chorus
The woman she stepped back a bit to rush and push him
in
But the old man quickly stepped aside and she went tumblin'
in
Chorus
Oh how loudly she did yell and loudly she did call
'Yerra hold your whist old woman, sure I can't see you
at all'
Chorus
Now eggs and eggs and marrowbones may make your old
man blind
But if you want to drown him you must creep up close
behind
Chorus
Celtic Rock
THE TOWN THAT SHE USED TO CALL
HOME
(Perhaps better known as "Mc Daid")
Copyright (Keating - KT
Music)
Used by permission
My name is McDaid, I'm a brickie by trade
I've worked the best sites round this town
Two years on the dole, and they say there'll be no work
here anymore
So, I'm leaving Dublin Town
CHORUS
So, blow the wind, blow,
Cast away and we'll go
And who cares if we never come home
For what else can we loose, but a skin full of booze
And a tear for young Molly Malone
And the town that she used to call home
My good friend John Dunne, lives alone in Ballymun
His wife did a runner with a man in a fancy car
The shabby clothes he wears, are all John Dunne has
now to call his own
So, he's leaving Dublin Town
Chorus
You'd think they'd be secure, in Templeogue and Terenure
They too can have their troubles or so I'm told
A man, his business gone, and the bloody bank has moved
in on his home
So, he's leaving Dublin Town
Chorus
Celtic Rock
WEILE
WAILE
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods
Weile weile waile.
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods
Down by the river Saile.
She had a baby three months old
Weile weile waile.
She had a baby three months old
Down by the river Saile.
She had a pen-knife long and sharp
Weile weile waile.
She had a penknife long and sharp
Down by the river Saile
She stuck the pen-knife in the baby's heart
Weile weile waile
She stuck the pen-knife: in the baby's heart.
Down by the river Saile.
Three policemen came a knocking at the door.
Weile weile waile.
Three policemen came a knocking at the door,
Down by the river Saile.
Are you the woman that killed the child,
Weile weile waile.
Are you the woman that killed the child,
Down by the river Saile
T
hey put a rope around her neck,
Weile weile waile.
The rope was pulled and she was hung,
Down by the river Saile
And that was the end of the woman in the woods,
Weile weile waile.
And that was the end of the baby too,
Down by the river Saile
Celtic
Rock
ALWAYS
MOVIN'
Copyright (Keating/Connolly
- KT Music)
Used by permission
My dark Rosaleen don't you sigh don't weep
For the Coleen Bawn is still asleep
The ocean floor is dark and deep
Let the crest of the wave pass easy
The lark soars hight o'er the birds of prey
Who will clip your wings at the least delay
For tomorrows dawn is a brand new day
and the past is gone forever
CHORUS
Always, always, always movin'
An every time that she passed by
I could see a twinkle in her eye
She could make a man go on the dry
The way that she could turn you
Her flowing hair waved on the breeze
Her gown swung high above her knees
She moved my heart with passing ease
And stole my love forever
Chorus
Celtic
Rock
UNDER
HILL AND OVER
Copyright (Donovan - KT
Music)
Used by permission
When the trees bend and bow and the Autumn winds they
blow
And the time has come to go under hill and over
Destination never more, yet no one ever knows
And still he goes a rovin' under hill and over
CHORUS
Oh Oh, on and on we go
Oh Oh, under hill and over
One night down on the road, under a tinkers sky
He met the blacksmith's daughter, she did sigh
She said will you come with me, he could not reply
And on he went a rovin' under hill and over
Chorus
Celtic
Rock
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