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To the Weavers Gin Ye Go
02:56
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Me heart was ance as blithe and free
As simmer days were lang;
But a bonie, westlin weaver lad
Has gart me change my sang.
Chorus
To the weaver's gin ye go, fair maids,
To the weaver's gin ye go;
I rede you right, gang ne'er at night,
To the weaver's gin ye go.
Me mither sent me to the town,
To warp a plaiden wab;
But the weary, weary warpin o't
Has gart me sigh and sab.
Chorus
A bonie, westlin weaver lad
Sat working at his loom;
He took my heart as wi' a net,
In every knot and thrum.
Chorus
I sat beside my warpin-wheel,
And aye I ca'd it roun';
But every shot and evey knock,
Me heart it gae a stoun.
Chorus
The moon was sinking in the west,
Wi' visage pale and wan,
When my bonie, westlin weaver lad
Convoy'd me thro' the glen.
Chorus
But what was said, or what was done,
Shame fa' me gin I tell;
But Oh! I fear the kintra soon
Will ken as weel's myself!
Chorus
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2. |
An Ghealóg
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Chuala mé ceol ar ghaoithe an Gheimhridh,
Fonn binn beag álainn, go hard ins an speir,
Séirse is gáire , ‘s smaoinigh me ortsa
Binneas na Cruinne, a ghealóg mo chroí.
Cealóg do chéannacht, ‘s is geal í d’aigne,
‘S is géire an tsúl a fheiceann fríd an cheo,
‘S fearr ceobhrann scaití na géar-léargas gléineach
is amhlaidh an scéala do ghealóg mo chroí.
D’eitil tú siar, ‘s d’eitil tú soir,
Fríd scamaill, fríd shneachta ‘s an fharraige fhuar,
Leathnaigh an fhuacht ort a chúinigh do cheolsa
‘S d’fhág tu an saol seo ,a ghealóg mo chroí
Codlaigh a stóirín
Codlaigh a stóirín
Codlaigh a stóirín
Is casfaidh muid arís…..
Óró, óró…..
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3. |
Torn Screen Door
02:22
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A late summer day and my
Love and I went walking
Over hills and fields
we walked, laughing and talking
Came across an old farmhouse
Standing broken and bare
It used to be someone's home
Now no one lives there.
There's a red barn standing
Held together with nails and dust
And a tired old Massey Harris
All wires and rust
Weeds overgrown in a garden
sown with care
It used to be someone's home
Now no one lives there
And through the crack
In the window pane
I hear the sound
Of the falling rain
Another farm being left run down
Another family moved into town
Had a life that they tried to save
But the banks took it all away
Hung a sign on a torn screen door
Nobody lives here no more
They worked their fingers
To the bone
Nothing left
They can call their own
Packed it in under leaden skies
With just the wheat
Waving them goodbye
Had a life that they tried to save
But the banks took it all away
Hung a sign on a torn screen door
Nobody lives here no more
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4. |
Loch Lomond / Refraction
03:17
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5. |
Welcome Song
03:21
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There's a knock, knock, knocking at my front door
It's a welcome sound I've heard so much before
A familiar face, a warm embrace
Isn't this what we live for?
Chorus:
So won't you come on by
And stay a little while
Cos that would be just fine
To spend a little time just you and me
Hear the rooster call
The kettle whistles along
To that forgotten song
So won't you come by and stay a while
We share stories of joy and woe
As the smell of baking it fills up the home
Hot steam rises from my cup o' tea
Well I'm glad you're here to share this with me
Chorus
Well the summer sun beams a cheeky smile
As he shines his rays into our hearts and souls
So kick off your shoes, forget your blues
And we'll watch as he guilds the sky with gold
Chorus
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Wednesday Morning 3am
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I can hear the soft breathing
Of the girl that I love,
As she lies here beside me
Asleep with the night,
And her hair, in a fine mist
Floats on my pillow,
Reflecting the glow
Of the winter moonlight.
She is soft, she is warm,
But my heart remains heavy,
And I watch as her breasts
Gently rise, gently fall,
For I know with the first light of dawn
I'll be leaving,
And tonight will be
All I have left to recall.
Oh, what have I done,
Why have I done it,
I've committed a crime,
I've broken the law.
For twenty-five dollars
And pieces of silver,
I held up and robbed
A hard liquor store.
My life seems unreal,
My crime an illusion,
A scene badly written
In which I must play.
Yet I know as I gaze
At my young love beside me,
The morning is just a few hours away.
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7. |
Never Wed an Old Man
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An old man came courting me, hey ding-doorum-die
An old man came courting me, me being young
An old man came courting me, saying "Will you marry me?"
Maids when you're young never wed an old man
When this old man goes to bed, hey ding-doorum-die
When this old man goes to bed, me being young
When this old man goes to bed, he lays like a lump of lead
Maids when you're young never wed an old man
He's got no faloorum, fal diddle-aye-oorum
He's got no faloorum, fal diddle-dal-day
He's got no faloorum, he's lost his ding-doorum so
Maids when you're young never wed an old man
I wish this old man would die, hey ding-doorum-die
I wish this old man would die, me being young
I wish this old man would die, I'd make the money fly
Maids when you're young never wed an old man
When this old man goes to sleep, hey ding-doorum-die
When this old man goes to sleep, me being young
When this old man goes to sleep, out of bed do I creep
Into the arms of a handsome young man
I found his faloorum, fal diddle aye oorum
I found his faloorum, fal diddle dal day
I found his faloorum, he's got my ding-doorum so
Maids when you're young never wed an old man
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8. |
Heyr Himna Smiður
02:41
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Heyr, himna smiður,
hvers skáldið biður.
Komi mjúk til mín
miskunnin þín.
Því heit eg á þig,
þú hefur skaptan mig.
Eg er þrællinn þinn,
þú ert drottinn minn.
Guð, heit eg á þig,
að þú græðir mig.
Minnst þú, mildingur, mín,
mest þurfum þín.
Ryð þú, röðla gramur,
ríklyndur og framur,
hölds hverri sorg
úr hjartaborg.
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9. |
Auld Lang Syne
05:24
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne.
Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
Chorus
We twa hae run about the braes
And pu'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin auld lang syne.
Chorus
We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn,
Frae mornin' sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin auld lang syne.
Chorus
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Nae lark in transport mounts the sky
Or leaves with early plaintive cry
But I must bid my last goodbye
My last farewell tae Stirling, oh
Nae mair I’ll meet ye in the dark
Or go wi you tae the King’s Park
Nor chase the hare from oot their flap
When I gae far fae Stirling, oh
Chorus:
Though far away, my heart’s with you
Our youthful hours upon wings they flew
But I must bid my last adieu
My last farewell tae Stirling, oh
Nae mair I'll wander through the glen
Disturb the roost of the pheasant hen
Nor chase the rabbits tae their den
When I am far fae Stirling, oh
Chorus
So fare thee weel, my Jeannie dear
For you I’ll shed a bitter tear
I hope you'll find another dear
When I gae far fae Stirling, oh
Chorus
So fare thee well, for I am bound
For twenty years to Van Dieman’s Land
But think of me and what I’ve done
When I am far from here
Chorus
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