The Rose Of Tralee
The pale moon was rising above the green mountain
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea
When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain
That stands in beautiful vale of Tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer
Yet, 'twas not her beauty alone that won me
Oh no! 'Twas the the truth in her eye ever beaming
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading
And Mary all smiling was listening to me
The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding
When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee.
Though lovely and fair as the rose of the summer
Yet, 'twas not her beauty alone that won me
Oh no! 'Twas the the truth in her eye ever beaming
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
The Bard of ArmaghThe Bard of Armagh
Oh list' to the tale of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the string of his old withered hands
But remember those fingers they once could move sharper
To raise up the strains of his dear native land.
It was long before the shamrock, dear isle's lovely emblem
Was crushed in its beauty by the Saxon's lion paw
And all the pretty colleens around me would gather
Call me their bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh.
How I love to muse on the days of my boyhood
Though four score and three years have fled by them
It's king's sweet reflection that every young joy
For the merry-hearted boys make the best of old men.
At a fair or a wake I would twist my shillelah
And trip through a dance with my brogues tied with straw
There all the pretty maidens around me would gather
Call me their bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh.
In truth I have wandered this wide world over
Yet Ireland's my home and a dwelling for me
And, oh, let the turf that my old bones shall cover
Be cut from the land that is trod by the free.
And when Sergeant Death in his cold arms doth embrace
And lull me to sleep with old Erin go bragh
By the side of my Kathleen, my dear pride, oh place me
Then forget Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh.
At Orenmore in the County Galway,
One pleasant evening in the month of May,
I spied a damsel, she was young and handsome
Her beauty fairly took my breath away.
Cho: She wore no jewels, nor costly diamonds,
No paint or powder, no, none at all.
But she wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it
And round her shoulder was a Galway Shawl.
We kept on walking, she kept on talking,
'Till her father's cottage came into view.
Says she: 'Come in, sir, and meet my father,
And play to please him " The Foggy Dew."
She sat me down beside the fire
I could see her father, he was six feet tall.
And soon her mother had the kettle singing
All I could think of was the Galway shawl.
I played "The Blackbird" and "The Stack of Barley",
" Rodney's Glory" and "The Foggy Dew",
She sang each note like an Irish linnet.
Whilst the tears stood in her eyes of blue.
'Twas early, early, all in the morning,
When I hit the road for old Donegal.
She said 'Goodby, sir,'she cried and kissed me,
And my heart remained with that Galway shawl
Fiddler's Green
As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt water and take the sea air
I saw an old fisherman singing a song
"Won't you take me away boys my time is not long
Chorus:
Wrap me up in my oil skin jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me oul ship mates I'm takin' a trip mates
And I'll see you someday on Fiddler's Green
Now Fiddler's Green is a place I heard tell
Where the fishermen go when they don't go to hell
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away
Chorus:
When you get on the docks and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and Lassies there too
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
And there's bottles of Rum growin from every tree
Chorus:
Now I don't want a harp nor a Halo not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song
Chorus:
The MoonShiner
Chorus:
I'm a rambler I'm a gambler I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me well leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry I'll drink when I'm dry
And if the moonshine don't kill me I'll drink till I die
I've been a moonshiner for many a year
I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer
I'll go to some hollow and set up me still
I'll make you a gallon for a ten shilling bill
I'll go to some hollow in the country
Ten gallons of wash I can go on a spree
No woman to follow and the world is all mine
I love none so well as I love the moonshine
Moonshine dear moonshine oh how I love thee
You killed me poor father but dare you try me
Bless all the moonshiners and bless all the moonshine
It's breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine
I'll have moonshine for Liza and moonshine for May
Moonshine for Lu she'll sing all the day
Moonshine for my breakfast, Moonshine for my tea
Moonshine me hearties, it's moonshine for me
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