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Sally sits a weeping down by the sea shore
Poor Sally sits a weeping down by the sea shore
What ails you my jewel? What ails you my jewel?
What ails you my jewel in sorrow to mourn?
I once had a sweetheart but now I have none
I once had a sweetheart but now I have none
O, he's gone and left me, he has cruelly deceived me
He's gone and he's left me in sorrow to mourn
If he had but loved me as he did pretend
If he had but loved me as he did pretend
He never would leave me nor cruelly deceive me
He never would leave me in sorrow to mourn.
I'll journey through England through France and through Spain
I'll journey through England through France and through Spain
My life I will venture. My life I will venture.
My life I will venture on the watery main.
I'll set sails of silver and steer towards the sun
I'll set sails of silver and steer towards the sun
And my false love will weep o, my false love will weep o
My false love will weep for me after I'm gone
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Father Father
04:59
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O Father, Father, build me a boat,
That o'er the ocean wide I may float,
And every ship I should chance to meet,
I will inquire for my William sweet.
We had not sailed for half an hour,
Before we met with a man-o-war.
Oh, Captain, Captain, pray tell me true,
Does my boy William sail onboard with you?
What colour suits does your William wear?
What is the colour of your true love's hair?
He wore a suit o' the royal blue,
And you would know him for his heart was true.
Then your boy William, I'm sad to say,
That he was drowned the other day.
On yonder island that we passed by,
Twas there we laid to rest your sailor boy.
She wrung her hands and she tore her hair,
She was a young lady in great despair.
Oh father, father, how can I go on?
How can I live now that my William's gone?
I'll sit me down and I'll write me a song,
I'll write it neat and I'll write it long,
And in every line I will shed a tear,
And in every line I will set my William dear.
I wish, I wish, but it's all in vain,
I wish I was a young maid again.
But a maid again I will never be,
Till apples grow on an orange tree.
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Irish Language Song - Traditional
Cúcúín, a chuachín! Cuckoo, Little Cuckoo!
Cúcúín, a chuachín!
Cá ndéanaim an Samhradh?
Cúcúín, a chuachín!
Déanaim ins’ an ghleann é.
Cúcúín, a chuachín!
Cé gheobhaidh ‘nar dteannt ann?
Cúcúín, a chuachín!
Beidh an dreoilín ’s a chlann ann.
Cúcúín, a chuachín!
An baol dúinn an seabhac ann?
Cúcúín, a chuachín!
Éalóimid faoi chrann uaidh.
Cúcúín, a chuachín!
Cad a bheidh ann dúinn?
Cúcúín, a chuachín!
Beidh mil agus leamhnacht.
Translation:
Cuckoo, little cuckoo!
Where will we nest this Summer?
Cuckoo, little cuckoo!
We’ll nest in the glen.
Cuckoo, little cuckoo!
Who’ll be in our company?
Cuckoo, little cuckoo!
The wren and his family will be there.
Cuckoo, little cuckoo!
Is the dangerous hawk there?
Cuckoo, little cuckoo!
We’ll hide from him under a tree.
Cuckoo, little cuckoo!
What will be there for us?
Cuckoo, little cuckoo!
New milk and honey will be there for us.
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Ye Lover’s All
04:23
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Ye lovers all both great and small
That dwell in Ireland
Oh I pray you pay attention
While I my pen command
It was my father’s anger
That drove my love away
But I’m still in hopes we’ll meet again
In North Amerikay
My love is fair and handsome
To him I gave my heart
But little was our notion
That ever we would part
It was in my father’s garden
This flower it did decay…
But I’m still in hopes ’twill bloom again
In North Amerikay
I do not want for money
For fortune on me shines
Out of my father’s castle
I stole five hundred pounds
And in the town of Belfast
My passage I did pay
My mind made up to follow my love
To North Amerikay
The captain’s lady was kind to me
As you might understand
She kept me in her cabin
Til the ship came in to land
And in the town of Quebec
We landed in the quay
But I knew not where to find my love
In all Amerikay
Being sick and sore and tired,
I went into an inn And there I found my William
The lad I loved, within….
I handed him a letter, and this to him to did say
Sure I never thought I’d see your face
In all Amerikay
This couple they got married,
As you might understand
And I hear they’re living happily
In a town they call St. Johns
And the money that she got from home
In gold she paid it down
And she thinks no more on Ireland
And Enniskillen town.
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Wake
05:52
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Marguerite
05:07
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Oh, the year was 1542
In the springtime, love
In the springtime, love
Marguerite, her man and her servant, too
They roamed the hills of Newfoundland
The hills of Newfoundland
Oh, all around you Marguerite
In the springtime, love
In the springtime, love
There are woods to hide and berries to eat
On the hills of Newfoundland, my love
On the hills of Newfoundland
Oh, the serving maid on guard she stood
In the springtime, love
In the springtime, love
While they made a bed in that lonely wood
On the hills of Newfoundland, my love
On the hills of Newfoundland
Oh, uncle dear, what have I done?
In the springtime, love
In the springtime, love
I have loved a man and will bear his son
On the hills of Newfoundland, it was
On the hills of Newfoundland
Oh from my sight forever go
In the springtime, love
In the springtime, love
The world a man no longer know
To the île des Démons you go
To the île des Démons
After eight long months her young man died
Marguerite grew strong
Marguerite grew strong
Then the serving maid and then her child
On the hills of Newfoundland, my love
On the hills of Newfoundland
Oh, alone and lonely lost in prayer
Oh, a year went by
Oh, a year went by
When a fishing party found her there
On the hills of Newfoundland, it was
On the hills of Newfoundland
Oh, uncle dear, you thought I died
In the springtime, love
In the springtime, love
But with my God and love I did survive
L'île des Démons
mon oncle
L'île des Démons
Oh, her love is gone and her child grows cold
Oh the years go by
Oh the years go by
But Marguerite in France grows old
And she thinks back to the days of love
On the hills of Newfoundland
So come now, love, and take my hand
In the springtime, love
In the springtime, love
And like Marguerite we'll make our stand
And we'll live and love as woman and man
On the hills of Newfoundland
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The Cavan Road
03:56
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One evening fair to take the air alone I chanced to stray
In silent meditation, to Cootehill I made my way
It was there I spied a handsome maid, near to her own abode
And this charmer fair I do declare, lived on the Cavan Road.
Say I 'Fair maid, why have you strayed so lonely on your way?'
'Some brave young man might you trepan and lead you far away...
Oh the sun is hot, and we'll have a chat together as we rove
And we'll talk about our own true love, along the Cavan Road.'
'My parents they'll be angry at you making so free.'
'Your parents won't be angry, for this is destiny...
It was ordained all by the lord this meeting to fulfil..
And so I'll say make no delay and leave lovely sweet Cootehill.'
This fair one she did answer and this to me did say
'You might be making a policy, my virtue to betray
And since I am but very young, I must have my parents will
For until I have their consent, I cannot leave Cootehill.'
It was early the next morning to her father's house we went...
And after some conversation, they gave us their consent.
We joined our hands in wedlocks bands, with a free heart and good will
And it's now she's in Amerikay, she's left lovely sweet Cootehill.
Oh it's now she is in Amerikay, with her true love, doing well
And she has money at her command, the truth to you I'll tell:
She drinks a health to all young men that by true love are controlled
And to every comely, brown eyed girl, along the Cavan Road.
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Nuala Kennedy Ennis, Ireland
Traditional Irish singer and flute player.
“vital and original"
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“fearless of the unknown” The Irish Times
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