1. |
Scarborough Fair
05:07
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Scarborough Fair
(author: traditional)
Are you going to Scarborough fair?
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Are you going to Scarborough fair?
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
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3. |
Hag At The Churn
02:22
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4. |
Old John's Jig
01:33
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5. |
Lord Of The Dance
03:02
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Lord Of The Dance
(author: traditional)
I danced in the morning when the world was begun
I danced in the moon, the stars and the sun
I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth.
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he.
I danced for the scribes and the Pharisees
They would not dance, they wouldn’t follow me
I danced for the fishermen James and John
They came with me so the dance goes on
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he.
I danced on a Sabbath and I cured the lame
The holy people said it was a shame
They ripped, they stripped, they hung me high
Left me there on a cross to die.
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he.
I danced on a Friday when the world turned black
It’s hard to dance with the devil in your back
They buried my body, they thought I was gone
But I’m alive and the dance goes on!
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he.
Then they cut me down and I leapt up high
I’m alive and I never, never die
I live in you I live in me
I’m the Lord of the dance, said he.
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he.
Come on, let’s dance.
Dance, dance, wherever you
Dance, dance, wherever you
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
Dance, dance, wherever you
Dance, dance, wherever you
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
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6. |
Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya
05:24
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Johnny I hardly knew ya
(author: traditional)
When on the road to sweet Athy, Hurroo Hurroo,
When on the road to sweet Athy, Hurroo Hurroo,
When on the road to sweet Athy, a stick in the hand an’ a drop in the eye,
Doleful damsel did I cry. Johnny I hardly knew ya.
With guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo,
With guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo,
With guns and drums and drums and guns the enemy never slew ya,
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer, Johnny I hardly knew ya.
Where are the eyes that looked so mild, Hurroo Hurroo?
Where are the eyes that looked so mild, Hurroo Hurroo?
Where are the eyes that looked so mild, when my poor heart you first beguiled,
Why did ya run from me and the child, Johnny I hardly knew ya.
With guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo,
With guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo,
With guns and drums and drums and guns the enemy never slew ya,
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer, Johnny I hardly knew ya.
Where are your legs that used to run, Hurroo Hurroo?
Where are your legs that used to run, Hurroo Hurroo?
Where are your legs that used to run, when you went for to carry a gun,
Indeed your dancing days are gone, Johnny I hardly knew ya.
With guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo,
With guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo,
With guns and drums and drums and guns the enemy never slew ya,
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer, Johnny I hardly knew ya.
You haven’t an arm, you haven’t a leg, Hurroo Hurroo,
You haven’t an arm, you haven’t a leg, Hurroo Hurroo,
You haven’t an arm, you haven’t a leg, you’re a spineless, boneless, chickenless egg,
You’ll have to be put with a bowl out to beg, Johnny I hardly knew ya.
With guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo,
With guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo,
With guns and drums and drums and guns the enemy never slew ya,
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer, Johnny I hardly knew ya.
They’re rolling out the guns again, hurroo,
They’re rolling out the guns again, hurroo,
They’re rolling out the guns again, but they never will take our sons again,
they never will take our sons again, Johnny I’m swearing to ya.
With guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo,
With guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo,
With guns and drums and drums and guns the enemy never slew ya,
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer, Johnny I hardly knew ya.
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7. |
Aran Boat Song
04:26
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8. |
Whiskey In The Jar
03:50
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Whiskey In The Jar
(author: traditional)
As I was goin’ over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw captain Farrell and his money he was countin’
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya
Musha ring dum a do dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar
I took all of his money `t was a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she would love me, never would she leave me
devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy
Musha ring dum a do dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly’s chamber
Takin’ my money with me and I never knew the danger
At six or maybe seven in walked captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
Musha ring dum a do dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar
Now some men like the fishin’ and some men like the fowlin’
And some men like to hear a cannon ball a roarin’
Me, I like sleepin’ specially in my Molly’s chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha ring dum a do dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar
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