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.
Irish Folk and Celtic Pop – The Reel Chicks excite audiences with traditional Irish Folk and well-known hits from a variety of genres. Particularly unique are the arrangements, which eclectically blend popular songs with Irish melodies.
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023
The latest LP from Brigid Mae Power is gorgeous and ghostly, setting Power’s voice against soft brushes of guitar, piano, & shuffling drums. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 17, 2018
The experimental spirit permeating this collection of Japanese acid folk foreshadowed the arrivals of city pop, the psych revival, and folktronica. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 25, 2024
Celtic-inspired instrumentation, delicate harmonies, and reflective lyrics abound on the sisterly indie-folk duo's debut album. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 26, 2023
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023