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Orthodox Celts

album: Orthodox Celts

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WEILA WAILA

There was an old woman and she lived in a wood
Weila Weila Waila
There was an old woman and she lived in a wood
Down by the river Soria

And she had a baby three months old
Weila Weila Waila
And she had a baby three months old
Down by the river Soria

And she had a pen-knife long and sharp
Weila Weila Waila
And she had a pen-knife long and sharp
Down by the river Soria

Then she slipped the pen-knife in a babys heart
Weila Weila Waila
Then she slipped the pen-knife in a babys heart
Down by the river Soria

Then the three loud knocks come a knocking at the door
Weila Weila Waila
Then the three loud knocks come a knocking at the door
Down by the river Soria

There was two policemen and a man
Weila Weila Waila
There was two policemen and a man
Down by the river Soria

Well they took her away and they put her in a jail
Weila Weila Waila
Well they took her away and they put her in a jail
Down by the river Soria

Then they put a rope around her neck
Weila Weila Waila
Then they put a rope around her neck
Down by the river Soria

Then they pull the rope and she got hang
Weila Weila Waila
Then they pull the rope and she got hang
Down by the river Soria

And that was the end of the woman in the wood
Weila Weila Waila
And that was the and of the baby too
Down by the river Soria


THE IRISH ROVER

On the Fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty seven masts
And they called her The Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
And six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover

There was awl Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk
He was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance
When he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
Oh Lord! what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned
And the las of The Irish Rover


SONNYS

(Instrumental)


ALL FOR ME GROG

Chorus
Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It's all for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin for the lassies drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I was wander

I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me slumber
For I spent all me dough on the lassies movin' slow
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Chorus

Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots?
They're all gone for beer and tobacco
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking out for better weather

Chorus

Where is me shirt, my noggin', noggin' shirt?
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn
And the tail is looking out for better weather

Chorus


POOR OLD DICEY REILLY

Chorus
Oh poor old Dicey Reilly, she has taken to the sup
And poor old Dicey Reilly, she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pop that she goes in
for another little drop
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

Chorus

She will walk along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air
And then its down by Summerhill, and as the people stare
She'll say, "It's nearly half passed one
Time I went in for another little one
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

Chorus

Now at two, pubs close and out she goes as happy as a lark
She'll find a bench to sleep it off at St. Patrick's Park
She'll wake at five feeling in the pink
And say, "Tis time for another drink
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

Chorus

Now she'll travel far to a dockside bar to have another round
And after one or two or three she doesn't feel quite so sound
After four she's a bit unstable
After five underneath the table
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

Chorus

Oh they carry her home at twelve o'clock as they do every night
Bring her inside, put her on the bed and then turn out the light
Next morning she'll get out of bed
And look for a cure for her head
But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly


NANCY WHISKEY

As I walked into Glasgow City
Nancy Whiskey I chanced to spy
I walked in, sat down beside her
Seven long years spent by her side.

Chorus
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O
I've got silver in my pockets
And I'm going to follow wherever you go.

The more I kissed her, the more I loved her
The more I kissed her, the more she smiled
I forgot my mother's warning
Nancy soon had me beguiled.

As I walked down through Glasgow City
With a heavy heavy heart and an achin' pain
So many men all courtin' Nancy
I'll not leave that lass again.


COURAGIE / FOX HUNTERS

(Instrumental)


GENTLEMAN SOLDIER
[The Pogues' Version]

It's of a gentleman soldier
as sentry he did stand
He saluted a fair maiden
by a waiving of his hand
So then he boldly kissed her
and he passed it off as a joke
He drilled her up in the sentry box
wrapped up in a soldier's cloke

And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away

All night they tossed and tumbled
till the daylight did appear
The soldier rose, put on his clothes,
saying, Fare you well my dear
For the drums they are a beating
and the fifes they so sweetly play
If it weren't for that Polly my dear
with you I'd gladly stay

And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away

Now come you gentleman soldier,
won't you marry me?
Oh no my dearest Polly
such things can never be
for I've a wife already
children I have three
Two wives are allowed in the army
but one's too many for me

And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away

If anyone comes a courting you,
you can treat them to a glass
If anyone comes a courting you,
you can say you're a country lass
You needn't ever tell them,
nor pass it off as a joke
That you got drilled in a sentry box
wrapped up in a soldier's cloke

And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away

Oh it's come my gentleman soldier,
why didn't you tell me so? My parents will be angy
when this they come to know When nine months had been and gone
the poor girl she brought shame
She had a little militia boy
and she didn't know his name

And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away


[The Sentry Box]

'Twas on one Sunday evening
on sentry did I stand
I fell in love with some pretty girl
by shaking of her hand;
By shaking of her hand, my boys,
and the passing of a joke,
I slipped her into the sentry box
and roll'd her up in my cloak.

O! there we toss'd and tumbl'd
till daylight did appear
Then I arose, put on my clothes,
saying, "Fare you well my dear.
The drums they are a-beating
and the fifes so sweetly play,
If it wasn't for that, dear Polly,
along with you I'd stay."

If anyone comes a-courting you,
you treat them with a glass -
If anyone comes a-courting you,
say you're a country lass.
You need not even tell them
that ever you pass'd a joke,
That ever you went in a sentry box
wrapp'd up in a soldier's cloak.

"Now come, my valiant young soldier,
O! won't you marry me?"
"O! no, my dearest Polly,
such things they never can be,
For married I am already
and children I have three,
Two wives are allow'd in the army,
but one is enough for me."

"O! now, my valiant young soldier,
why hadn't you told me so?
My parents they'll be angry
if ever they come to know."
When nine long months was up and pass'd
this this poor girl she brought shame,
For she had a little militia boy
and she could not tell his name.


WILD ROVER

Ive been a wild rover for many a year
and I spent all me money on whiskey and beer
And now Im returning with gold in great store
and I never will play the wild rover no more

Chorus
And its no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more

I went down to an ale house I use to frequent
and I told the landlady me moneys all spent
I asked her for credit she answered me nay,
such a custom like yours I can have any day

Chorus

I took from me pocket ten sovereigns bright
and the landladys eyes opened wide with delight
She said I have the whiskeys and wines of the best
and the words that she spoke sure were only in jest

Chorus

Ill go home to parents confess what Ive done
and Ill ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And if they caress me as oft times before
sure I never will play the wild rover no more

Chorus


THE FOUR POSTER BED / COLONEL

(Instrumental)


A GRAND OLD TEAM

Hail, hail, the Celts are here,
what to hell do we care,
what to hell do we care
Hail, hail, the Celts are here,
what to hell do we care now

For its a grand old team to play for,
and its a grand old team to see
And if you know the history
its enough to make your heart go oh,oh,oh
We dont care if we win, loose or draw,
what to hell do we care
For we only know that theres gonna be the show
and the Glasgow Celtic will be there

Sure is the best damn team in Scotland
and the players all around
For we support the Celtic
as we are the finest in the land
(God bless them)

Well be there to give the Bhoys a cheer
where the league flag flies
And the cheers go up when we know the Scottish cup
is coming home to rest in Paradise.

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Orthodox Celts

album: The Celts Strike Again



DRINKING SONG

The clock started noon,
I umped out of bed,
I drank a cup of coffee
and I walked out to the street,
It was a boring sunny day,
I was looking for some fun,
I tried to find someone
so I walked into a pub

There was Lucky playin' banjo,
On accordion was Jake,
We drank some beer and whiskey
and pint of good old Celtic gin,
It was derby on TV,
On parrhead was a crowd,
We started watchin' game
with hope that our Celts would win

Chorus

We are drinkin' beer,
We are drinkin' gin,
No matter what's in bottle,
We are drinkin' everything

Then we took a short walk
Through the dirty streets,
And came back to the pub,
for the game of darts,
Celtic beat the Rangers
All the people sang and cheered,
We broke some bloody glasses,
We were little bit of weird

That was an ordinary day
In our smelly town
We felt the smell of petrol
And the dust between the toes,
Our eyes were chilly sparkled
Like jewls in the crown,
Our hearts are always full,
doesn't matter where we go.


STAR OF THE COUNTY DOWN

Near Banbridge Town in the County Down,
one morning last July,
from a boreen green came a sweet colleen
and she smiled as she passed me by

She looked so sweet from her two bare beet
to the sheen of her nut brown hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
for to se I was really there.

Chorus
From Bancry Bay up to Berry Quay
And from Caiway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped,
sure I scratched my head
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I say's, say's I, to a passer by,
"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?"

He smiled at me and he say's, say's he,
"That's the gem of the Ireland's crown.
Young Rossie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the star of the County Down."

At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
So I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shine bright, and my hat cocked right,
for the smile of a nut brown rose.

No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke,
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the star of the Country Down.


THE WEARING OF THE GREEN

Oh. Paddy dear and did you hear
the news that's goin' round?
The shamrock is by law forbid
to grow on Irish ground.
St. Patrick's Day no more will keep
his colour can't be seen
For they hangin' men and women
for the wearing of the green.

I met with Napper tandy
and he took me by the hand.
He said : "How's dear old Ireland
and how does she stand?"
She's the most distressful country
that you have ever seen
For they're hanging men and women
for the wearing of the green.

Chorus
For the wearing of the green,
for the wearing of the green
They're hanging men and women
for the wearing of the green.

And if the colour we must wear
is england's cruel red,
Shure Ireland sons will ne'er forget
the blood that they have shed.
You may take the shamrock from your hat
and cast it down the sod,
'Twill take all root and flourish there,
tho' under foot 'tis trod.

My father loved his country
and sweeped from in 'is breast,
But I had one they died for her
must never soul be blessed.
Most tears me mother shad for me,
how'd bitter they had been,
But I had proved the traitor
for the wearing of the green.

And if at last our coloured shirt
be thorn from Ireland's heart,
Her sons would shame and sorrow
for the dear old my wound heart.
I hear the whisper of the land
that lies me on the sea,
Where rich and poor stand equal
in the light of freedom's day.

Oh, Ireland, must believe you
driven high from tyrant's hand,
And see come mother's blessing
from the strange and distant land,
Where the cruel cross of england
shall never more be seen,
And in that land we live and die
still wearing Ireland's green.


BLUE

That was just a peaceful morning,
after the cold winter night,
When I layed upon a dead tree,
On the bank where we used to be

There was a planty of snow around me,
An empty bottle in my hand,
The cold wind just was whistling,
On the place I tried to stand

Then I saw the blue sky over,
When the fog begun to fade,
And the blue coloured river,
That covered my fuckin' shade

I remember why I'm here,
When I heard your gently call,
I saw the face in front of me,
With the bluest eyes of all

When I tried to reach your hand,
I realised you're just a dream,
I kissed the lips of ghostly girl,
That stood in front of me

I felt love after all this years,
In the silence of dead old tree,
There was cold, but in heart was warm,
When you stood next to me

I said goodbye to river,
When I heard your gently call,
Someday I know I'll find again,
My bluest eyes of all.


I'LL TELL ME MA

I'll tell me Ma when I go home
the bhoy's won't leave the girls alone.
They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb,
that's all right till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the bell of Belgrade city,
She is courtin' one, two, three,
please won't you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney say's he loves her,
all the boys are fightin' for her.
Knock at the door and ring at the bell:
"Oh, my true love are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow,
rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Oul Jenny Murray say's she will die
if you don't get the fella with the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high.
Snow come tumbling from the sky.
She's as nice as apple pie,
she will get him by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own,
she won't tell her Ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will,
for it's Albert Mooney she loves still.


MADERINE RUE

As I was walking o'er the hill,
I spied a fox and he's eatin',
Cute little fox is hiddin' in the firs
nd the tops of his two ears is peepin'.

Good morrow, fox. Good morrow, sir.
Pray what is that you're eatin'?
Fine fat goose I stole from you,
now wan't you come and taste it?

Oh, no, indeed, bold fox, I said,
how dare you boldly taunt me?
I wow and swear that you'll dearly pay
for that fine goose you're eatin'.

Bad access to you, you big, bad fox,
that stole my geese an' ate them.
Great big cocks, my fine fat hens
and the nicest little ducks in Erin.

Maderine rue, rue, rue, rue,
maderine rue ta graine,
Maderine rue and is hiddin' in the firs
and the tops of his two ears were peepin'.


FOGGY DEW

'Twas down the glen one Eastern morn
to a city fair rode I,
When Ireland lines of marching man
in squadrons passed me by.

No pipe did hun no battle drum
did sound it's dread tattoo,
Just the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey swells
rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high in Dublin Town
they flung out the flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky,
than at Suvla or Sud El Bar.

And from the plains of Royal Meath
strong man came hurrying through
While britannia's huns with their long range guns
sailed sailed in through the foggy dew.

'Twas england bade our Wild Geese go
that small nations might be free.
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
or the fringe of the gray north sea.

But should they died by Pearse's side
or fought with Valera true,
their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep
'neath the mounts of of the foggy dew.

The bravest fell and the solemn bell
rang mournfully and clear,
For those who died that Eastertide
in the springing of the year.

And the world did gaze in deep amaze
all those fearless men and true,
Who bore the fight so that freedom's light
might shine through the foggy dew.


This is a song about the Easter Uprising of 1916. The British gave young Irish men who were suspected of any kind of criminal activity a simple choice: prison or conscription. This left Ireland with few soldiers with whom to fight the British.


THE CELTS StrIKE AGAIN

(Instrumental)


JAR OF PORTER

If you want your child to grow,
give'em a jar of porter.

When I was young in cradle cake,
no drop of milk no would I take,
Daddy gave me heady steak,
gimme a jar of porter.

When I'm dead an' in my grave,
I hope a prayer for me you'll say,
and as you passes by the tule,
give me a jar of porter.

And when I reach the golden gate,
I hope I'll not a long to wait,
I'll call St. Peter sad and say:
"Give me a jar of porter !!!".


FINNEGAN'S WAKE
(traditional)

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street,
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue so rich and sweet,
And to rise in the world he carried a hod

With time in a bit of a timeless way, With a love of the liquor he was born,
And to help him on his way each day,
He'd a drop o' the craythur ev'ry morn

Chorus
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer parner
Rround the floor trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

One morning Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake

They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a bottle of porter at his head

Chorus

His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
Then they brought him tea and cake
Pipes, tobacco and whisky punch

Biddy Malone began to cry
Such a nice clean corpse did ever see
Arrah, Tim avourneen, why did you die?
With a love of your gobs at Molly McGee

Chorus

Mary Murphy took the job
Old Biddy is he wrong I'm sure
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And she left sprawling on the floor

Civil war did then engage
'Twas woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a runction soon began

Chorus

Tim Maloney raised his head
When a bottle of whiskey flew at him
He dropped and landed on the bed
The whiskey scattered over Tim

I'll be dead if see how he rises
Tim Finnegan risin' in the bed
Seeing "pleny of whiskey 'round the places
With a tour of gin that I think I'm dead.

Chorus


LOCH LOMOND

Beyon' bonny banks and beyon' bonny braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
For me and my true love will never meet again,
On a bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

Chorus
Oh, you'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
I'll be in Scotland afore you,
For me amd my true love will never meet again,
On a bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where in soft purple hue the highland hills we wiew,
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'

The wee bird may sing when the flowers are in spring,
And in sunshine the waters be sleeping,
But broken heart it cans no second spring again,
Thoe the waefu mae seas all their greetings


MICK MCGUIRE

Oh, me name is Mick McGuire
And I'll quickly tell to you
Of a young girl I admired
called Kate Donahue,

She was fair an' fat an' forty,
Believe me when I say,
Whenever I came in at the door
I heard her mommy say:

Chorus
"Johnny get up from fire
And give the man a sate,
Don't you see it's old McGuire
And he's courtin' your sister Kate.
Oh, you know very well he owns a farm
A wee bit out of a town,
Get up of that, you impudent brat
And let the Mac sit down."

The first time that I met her
Was a dance at Ternagee,
And I very kindly asked her
If she'd dance a step with me.

Then I asked if I could see her home
If i'd be goin' her way,
Whenever I came in at the door
I heard her mommy say:

Chorus

But now that we are married, sure,
Her mother changed her mind,
Just because I spent the legacy
her father left behind

Now I got a bit of decadency
Get me time of day,
Whenever I came in at the door
I heard her mommy say:

"Johnny, come up to fire,
You're sittin' in the draft,
Don't you see it's old McGuire
And he nearly brines me daft.
Oh, you know wery well he owns a farm
A wee bit out of a town,
Just sit where you are and never you dare
To give old Mac chair


SALONIKA

Me husband's in Salonika,
I wonder if he's dead,
I wonder if he knows
he has a kid with a foxy head?

Chorus
So right away,
so right away,
So right away to Salonika,
right away me soldier boy.

Now when the war is over
what will the slackers do?
They'll be all around the soldiers
for the loan of a bob or two.

Now when the war is over
what will the soldiers do?
They'll be walking around with leg and a half
and slackers they'll have two.

They taxed our pound of butter,
they taxed half penny bun,
But still with all their taxes,
they can't bate the bloody hun.

They taxed the Coliseum,
they taxed St. Mary's Hall,
Why don't they tax the bobbies
with their backs against the wall.

Now when the war is over
what will the slackers do?
For every kid in America
in Cork there will be two.

They take us out to Blarney
and lays us on the grass,
They puts us in the family way
and leaves us on our ass.

There's lino on the Parlour
and in the kitchen too,
There's a glass back chevonier
that we got from Dicky Glue.

Now never marry a soldier,
a sailor or a marine,
Now keep you eyes on the Sinn Fein Boy
with his yellow, white and green.


THE SPANISH LADY

As I went down through Dublin City
at the hour of twelve at night.
Who should I see but a Spanish Lady
washing her feet by candle light.

First she washed them, then she dried them
o'er the fire of ashy coal.
In all my life I ne'er did see
a maid so sweet about the sole.

Chorus
Whack fol the turra lura laddie,
whack fol the turra lura lay.

As I went down through Dublin City
at the hour of half past eight.
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
brushing her hair in the broad daylight.

First she tossed it then she brushed it,
on her lap was a silver comb.
In all my life I ne'er did see
a maid so sweet since I did roam.

As I went down through Dublin City
as the sun began to set.
Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
catchin' a moth in a golden net.

When she saw me, then she fled me,
lifting her petticoat over knee.
In all my life I ne'er did see
a maid so sweet as the Spanish lady.

I've wandered north, I've wandered south,
through Stonybatter and Patrick's close.
Up and around by the Glouster Diamond,
back by Napper Tandy's house.

Old age has laid her hand on me
cold as a fire of ashy coal.
In all my life I ne'er did see
a maid so sweet since I did roam.


MEDLEY

(Instrumental)


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Orthodox Celts

album: Green Roses



ST. PATRICK WAS A GENTLEMAN
(Trad. arr. Orthodox Celts)

Saint Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people,
In Dublin town he built a church and on it put a steeple
His father was a Callahan, his mother was a Grady,
His aunt was O'Shaughnessy and uncle he was Brady

Chorus:
Success to bold Saint Patrick's fist, he was a Saint so clever,
He gave the snakes an awful twist and banished them forever
There's not a smile in Ireland's isle where the dirty vermin musters
Where'er he put his dear forefoot he murder'd them in clusters
The toads went hop, the frogs went plop, slap dash into the water
And the beasts committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter

Nine hundred thousand vipers blue he charm'd with sweet discourses
And dined on them at Killaloo an' in the second courses
When blind worms crawling on the grass disgusted all the nation
He gave them a rise and open'd their eyes to a sense of their situation

Chorus

The wicklow hills are very high and so's the hill of Howth, sir
But there's a hill much higher still, Ay, higher then them both, sir
And it was on the top of his hill, Saint Patrick preach'd the "Sarmint"
That drove the frogs into the bogs and bothered all the "varmint"

Chorus


SINDIDUN
(Aleksandar Petrovic / Ana Djokic)

I've travelled way to hell and back, the blood of orange made my bill
With heavy cross upon my neck I ran from hands of hangman's will
Yes I've killed I must admit, bombs and guns my friends have been
That's the bid I have to pay, that's my heavy portion of sin

My brother at the age of nine, made first steps alone that night
He was killed for what he saw, in flash his book of life was closed
Sister, she was ten and half, moved from sleep to eternal life
Mum and Dad were burnt to death without a prayer for the dyin' man

Chorus:
In Sindidun I found new life
Found me soul and found new love
In Sindidun I found the faith
That gave new hope and gave new strength
Found the way to God

Midlife found me far from home, on the shores of hell in desert of hope
With million other victims of death, hunger, pain and killer's breath
In foggy view I see my home crashed to ground by richman's boots
But torchlight in my soul still shines, we'll rise again from seed and roots

In drunken dreams I see the banks, the streams, the valleys and mounts of god
The land of green, the land of free, where I belong, where I have been
In vengence for what they did took I play the role I didn't choose
Quiet as a shadow, unseen as a ghost, precise as death I'm doin' my toast

Chorus


GREEN ROSES
(Aleksandar Petrovic / Ana Djokic)

At the crack of the dawn thunder
and lightning crossed the way
The shadow of knight waited to see
the brightlight of the day
Nobody saw his bitter tears through the dark veil of rain
The river of blood under his feet run wild again and again

Chorus:
The green roses will grow
While green fields turn to red
Only memory remains
Of hero and his faith

He just stood and he stared with a sword in his hand
Under the bridge of rainbos's gold he faught for his land
The black crow stole his destiny and flew from the cross
Flyin' high, goin' so far to take his soul away

Chorus
Verse #1
Chorus


MARRIE'S WEDDING
(Trad. arr. Orthodox Celts)

Chorus:
Step we gaily on we go, heel and heel and toe for toe,
Arm and arm and row and row, all for Marie's wedding

Over hillways up and down, myrtle green and bracken brown,
Past the shillings through the town all for the sake of Marie

Chorus

Red her cheeks as Rowan's are, bright her eyes as any star,
Fairest of them all by far, that's our darlin' Marie

Chorus

Plenty herring, plenty meal, plenty peat to fill her kreel,
Plenty bonnie bairns as well, that's the toast for Marie

Chorus


RARE OLD MOUNTAIN DEW
(Trad. arr. Orthodox Celts)

Let grasses grow, and waters flow, in a free and easy way,
But give me enough of the fine old stuff that's made near galway Bay
Oh peelers all, from Donegal, Galway and Etrim too,
We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew

At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still,
where the smoke curles up to the sky,
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
that there's whiskey brewing nearby
For it fills the air with odor rare,
and betwixt both me and you,
When home you roll you can take a bowl
and a bucket full of mountain dew

Now learned men who use the pen, who've wrote your praises high,
This sweet "pocheen" from Ireland's green, distilled from wheat and rye
Throw away your pills, it'll cure all ills of Pagan, Christian and Jew
Take off your and free your throat with the rare old mountain dew

Verse #1


GRAVEL WALK
(Trad. arr. / Ana Djokic)

(Instrumental)


STAND UP TO YOUR DEVIL
(Colette Ioannidou / Ana Djokic)

I grew up in Ireland in dear old Dublin town
Brought up by a people who'd let hothin' get 'em down
I was thought while still a child to stand up for me rights
Prepare to face the devil that would plague me in my life

I served a long apprenticeship at very honest trade
And met so many devils of whom I felt afraid
But father's words came back to me when I wanted to back down
I looked each devil in the eye and boldly stood me ground

Chorus:
Stand up to your devils or they'll walk over you
Remember, son, the devils come in many shapes and hues
There's devil that is handsome, the devil that is mean
Some of them look scruffy and some look far too clean

I tried me hand at courtin' an' women found me sweet
Until I met McKenna who knocked me off me feet
Oh, Lord, was she a lover or a temper of a shrew
She not just knocked off me feet,
she knocked me black and blue

Sure she was a devil dressed up in Angel's guise
When you'd least expect a clout she'd hit you 'tween the eyes
She started talkin' marriage each time she'd looked at me
I felt 'twas time I got to know the the devils of the sea

Chorus

I waved my hand and said goodbye as ship pulled from the quay
Adventure layed before me and so did seven seas
I travelled many oceans miles and found from east to west
The devils you are safest with are those you know the best

Chorus


LEADS ME ON
(Aleksandar Petrovic / Ana Djokic)

It's the end of the day, it's quiet everywhere
The sun is fallin' down and goin' somewhere
In the last darkened view tell me what comes to you
Is it ghost of evil or the Angel light

Chorus:
While I'm feelin all the pain
I am howlin' in the rain
The rain of tears that washed my sins
And leads me on and leads me on...

I remember that I walked through the gates that were locked
With optimistic thoughts upon my mind
But some day found me lost, I payed too much overcost
I lost my wings and my faith in you

Chorus

In the dead of the night, there's no fear, there's no fright
We'll be together, You're in my dreams
There's no sigh of the light, just my soul is burnin' bright
Hear th esong and fly with me

Chorus


ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN / DOWN THE RIVER
(Trad. / Ana Djokic)

In the merry month of June from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear kissed me darlin' mother
Drank a pint of beer me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghost and goblins
Brand new pair of brogues rattled o'er the bogs
Frightened all the dogs on rocky road to Dublin

Chorus:
One two three four five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin whack fol lol de ra

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning light and airy
Took a drop of the pure to keep my heart from sinking
That's an Irish cure whene'er he's on for drinking
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while
At my curious style, t' would set your heart a-bubbling
Ax'd if I was hired, wages I required
I was almost tired on rocky road to Dublin

Chorus

In Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
Then I took a stroll among the quality
Bandle it was stole in the neat locality
Something crossed my mind, then I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick-a-wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on rocky road to Dublin

Chorus

From there I got away my spirits never failing
Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he
When I jumped abroad, a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin'
Off to Holyhead, wished myself was dead
On better far, instead, on rocky road to Dublin

Chorus

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil, temper I was losin
Poor old Erin's isle they began abusin
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobble in
Then with a loud Hurrah, joined in affray
Quickly cleared the way, on rocky road to Dublin

Chorus


MERRY SISTERS
(Tradd. arr. / Ana Djokic)

(Instrumental)


BEAN NA SHI
(Colette Ioannidou / Ana Djokic)

Her hair is like silver, her eyes are like gold
She's never been young and she'll never grow old
She lives by the Shannon, the Liffey and the Lee
The sweet, swift, elusive Bean Na Shi

She rides a red roan when the moon winds are blowin'
Glides like a zephyr and sings like a harp
Beware of her anger, as sharp as dagger
Splintering iccles into your heart

Chorus:
Bean Na Shi - my living fairytale
Bean Na Shi - my dream will never end

She lives in a bower, sorrunded by flowers
Guarded around by wild bramble trees
I'm anxious to find her as I want to remind her
Of promise she made to me when I was tree

Her name could be Aine, Blahin or Grainne
Nobody knows what her real name might be
But I'll take a gamble and brave the wild brambles
To come face-to-face with the Bean Na Shi

Chorus
Verse #1
Chorus


ME, MYSELF AND SKY
(Aleksandar Petrovic / Dejan Lalic / Ana Djokic)

Listen to this story, son, there's somethin' you gotta know
Your spirit got to find for shore are you standin' high or low
Now, listen with the both ears open and don't ask me why
You'll hear why I'm lonely, just me, myself and sky

I don't need no carriages, the rainbow is my horse
I don't need to think about is it better or it's worse
I don't need no empty rooms, the land's my very bed
With the sheets of green grass growin' and rock upon my head

Chorus:
I got friends, blow ye winds, 'tween the clouds so wild and free
I take a breath to spread my wings and fly accross the sea

Verse #1, #2
Chorus

So that's the fairytale my boy, sleep tight and try to learn
You got world in hand my son, just don't betray your soul

Chorus


WHISKEY YOU'RE THE DEVIL
(Tradd. arr. Orthodox Celts)

Now brave boys we'll run for march, not to Portugal or Spain,
The drums are beatin', banners flyin', the devil at home we'll find tonight.

Chorus:
Love, fare thee well,
With me ti-ther-ee-i doo-dle-um-a-day,
With me ti-ther-ee-i doo-dle-um-a-day,
Me right-fol toor-a-lad-die o, there's whisky in the jar.
Whisky, you're the devil, you're leading me astray,
Over hills and mountains and to Americay,
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tay,
O, whisky you're me darlin', drunk or sober

The French are fighting boldly, men are dyin' hot and cowardly,
Give every man his turn of powder and firelock on his shoulder.

Chorus

Says the mother: "Do not wrong me, don't take my daughter from me,
For if you do I will torment you and after that me ghost will hount you".

Chorus


FAR AWAY
(Aleksandar Petrovic / Ana Djokic)

It's been hours since midnight but I don't care too much
The waterpump is pulsing spittin' out the mud
The roaring cats are tearing last bunch of flash and bones
And I just stare at nowhere loosing time and kicking stones

Then in rotten lousy caffee the old man starts to talk
Agonizing heavily, pretends that he can walk
Through the smoke of dusty morning I'm listenin' raven's yell
Mailin' from my memory those words I learned so well

Chorus:
Far away, far away
You're so far away from me but I'll be back one day

Sometime ago we sailed away accross the big blue sea
We thought that new world's braver, that better we will be
The sun is always brighter on the other side
But heart and soul, I left at home, committed suicide

I remember when we parted the signs on sky were mean
Mars and moon collided, thus sad I've never been
I promised I'll be waiting and for you I will pray
The words were floatin' in my head, for the first time I did say

Chorus

And now it is much easier, my mind has gone somewhere
I don't have to think about how this life is no fair
While the breezy wind is blowin' I'm burnin' like a spark
I'm the last one who waits to see the rainbow in the dark

Tonight I will be drunk to hell as every other day
And I'll go home imaginin' my unknown hidden way
In the deepest heart of nowhere swallowin' potato pies
I'm waitin' to be cracked at last so sick and tired of lies


WIND THAT SHAKES THE BARLEY / SAILOR ON THE ROCK
(Trad. arr. Ana Djokic)

(Instrumental)


THE BEGGERMAN
(Trad. arr. Orthodox Celts)

I am a little beggarmen, a begging I have been.
For fifty years or more in this little isle of green,
Up to the Liffey and down to Tessague,
And I'm known by the name of old Johnny Doo.

Chorus:
Of all the trades of living sure the begging is the best
For when man is tired he can sit down and rest
Beg for living, he's got nothing else to do,
But run around the corner with his old rigado.

I slept last night in a barn at Currabawn.
A wet night came on and I slipped through the door.
Holes in my shoes and the toes peepin' through
Singin' skinny-ma-rink-a-doodlum for ould Johnny Dhu

I must be gettin' home for it's gettin' late at night
The fire's all raked and there isn't any light
And now you've heard me story of the old ricadoo.
It's good-night and God bless you from ould Johnny Dhu

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