Irish Music...

[Noel's angel]

Moore Christy - Ride On



True you ride the finest hourse I've ever seen
Standing sixteen, one or two, with eyes wild and green
You ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to

Ride on, see you, I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to

When you ride into the night without a trace behind
Run your claw along my gut, one last time
I turn to face an empty space, where you used to lie
And look for a spark that lights the night
Through a teardrop in my eye

Chorus

[Thy Geekdom Come]

In Ireland's fight for freedom, boys,
The North has played her part,
And though her day has yet to come,
We never yet must part,
We'll keep the fight until the end,
We fight for we cannot fail.

And there's the reason why today,
They keep our lads in Crumlin Jail.

We give to Ireland Owen Roe,
We give them Shane O'Neill,
And Tone and Mitchell made a vow,
That England still would yield,
McKelvey did not die in vain,
He was a Northern Gael.

And there's the reason why today,
They keep our lads in Crumlin Jail.

McCracken came from Belfast town,
McCorry from the Bann,
And brave Harry Munro at Ballynahinch,
But, for his native land,
Tom Williams died on scaffold high,
His name shall never fail.

And there's the reason why today,
They keep our lads in Crumlin Jail.

For England knows and England fears,
Our famous Northern Gaels.

And there's the reason why today,
They keep our lads in Crumlin Jail.

In Ireland's fight for freedom, boys,
The North has played her part,
And though her day has yet to come,
We never yet must part,
We'll keep the fight until the end,
We know we cannot fail.

And there's the reason why today,
They keep our lads in Crumlin Jail.

McCracken came from Belfast town,
McCorry from the Bann,
And brave Harry Munro at Ballynahinch,
But, for his native land,
Tom Williams died on scaffold high,
His name shall never fail.

And there's the reason why today,
They keep our lads in Crumlin Jail.

We give to Ireland Owen Roe,
We give them Shane O'Neill,
And Tone and Mitchell made a vow,
That England still would yield,
McKelvey did not die in vain,
He was a Northern Gael.

For England knows and England fears,
Our famous Northern Gaels.
And there's the reason why today,
They keep our lads in Crumlin Jail.

For England knows and England fears,
Our famous Northern Gaels.
And there's the reason why today,
They keep our lads in Crumlin Jail.

[Noel's angel]

im too tired for this now

[Noel's angel]

is there any point to this???? no one else reads the songs and i know them all anyway................

[Thy Geekdom Come]

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

And it's No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay
Such a customer as you I can have any day

And it's No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best
And the words that you told me were only in jest"

And it's No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And, when they've caressed me as oft times before
I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

[Thy Geekdom Come]

[quote name='Noel's angel' date='Oct 9 2004, 03:49 PM'] is there any point to this???? no one else reads the songs and i know them all anyway................ [/quote]
Is this not the Lame, Annoying and Worthless Time Wasting Board?

[Noel's angel]

true, but this is beyond that, im going to sleep now anyway, for a while

[toledo_jesus]

DONEGAL DANNY

I remember the night that he came in
From the wintery cold and damp
A giant of a man in an oilskin coat
And a bundle that showed he was a tramp
He stood at the bar and called a pint
Then turned and gazed at the fire
On a night like this to be safe and dry
Is my one and only desire

Chorus:
So here's to those that are dead and gone
The friends that I loved dear
And here's to you then I'll bid you adieu
Saying Donegal Danny's been here me boys,
Donegal Danny's been here

Then in a voice that was hushed and low
He said listen I'll tell you a tale
How a man of the sea became a man of the road
And never more will set sail
I've fished out of Howth and Killybegs,
Ardglass and Baltimore
But the cruel sea has beaten me
And I'll end me days on the shore

One fateful night in the wind and the rain
We set sail from Killybegs town,
There were five of us from sweet Donegal
And one from County Down,
We were fishermen who worked the sea
And never counted the cost
But I never thought 'ere that night was done
That my fine friends would all be lost

Then the storm it broke and drove the boat
To the rocks about ten miles from shore,
As we fought the tide we hoped inside
to see our homes once more
Than we struck a rock and holed the bow
And all of us knew that she'd go down
So we jumped right into the icy sea
And prayed to God we wouldn't drown

But the raging sea was rising still
As we struck out for the land
And she fought with all her cruelty
To claim that gallant men
By St John's point in the early dawn
I dragged myself on the shore
And I cursed the sea for what she'd done
And vowed to sail her nevermore

Ever since that night I've been on the road
Travelling and trying to forget
That awful night I lost all my friends
I see their faces yet
And often at night when the sea is high
And the the rain is tearing at my skin
I hear the cries of drowning men
Floating over on the wind

[Colleen]

"Mush-Mush-Mush Tural-i-addy"

Oh, 'twas there I learned readin' and writin',
At Bill Brackett's where I went to school,
And 'twas there I learned howlin' and fightin'
With me schoolmaster, Mister O'Toole.
Him and me we had many a scrimmage,
An' divil a copy I wrote;
There was ne'er a gossoon in the village
Dared tread on the tail o' me...

Chorus:
[i]Mush, mush, mush toor-i-li-ady
Mush, mush, mush toor-i-li-ay
There was ne'er a gossoon in the village
Dared tread on the tail o' me coat.[/i]

Oh, 'twas there that I learned all me courtin'
O the lessons I took in the art!
Till Cupid, the blackguard, while sportin'
An arrow drove straight through my heart.
Miss Judy, she lived just forinst me,
And tender lines to her I wrote,
If ye dare say one hard word agin her
I'll tread on the tail o' yer...

But a blackguard called Mickey Maloney,
Came an' stole her affections away
For he'd money and I hadn't any,
So I sent him a challenge next day.
In the evenin' we met at the Woodbine
The Shannon we crossed in a boat,
An' I lathered him with me shillelagh
For he trod on the tail o' me...

Oh, me fame went abroad through the nation,
An' folks came a-flockin' to see
An' they cried out, without hesitation
"You're a fightin' man, Billy McGhee!"
Oh, I've cleaned out the Finnegan faction
An' I've licked all the Murphys afloat,
If you're in for a row or a ruction,
Just tread on the tail o' me...

[Piccoli Fiori JMJ]

I'm not Irish, so therefore, I don't know any Irish songs...

[Colleen]

The Wild Colonial Boy

There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name
He was born and bred in Ireland, in a place called Castlemaine
He was his father's only son, his mother's pride and joy
And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy

At the early age of sixteen years he left his native home
And to Australia's sunny shore, he was inclined to roam
He robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot James MacEvoy
A terror to Australia was, the wild colonial boy

One morning on the prairie, as Jack he rode along
A-listening to the mocking bird, a-singing a cheerful song
Up stepped a band of troopers: Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
They all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy

Surrender now, Jack Duggan, for you see we're three to one
Surrender in the King's high name, you are a plundering son
Jack drew two pistols from his belt, he proudly waved them high
I'll fight, but not surrender, said the wild colonial boy

He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the ground
And turning round to Davis, he recieved a fatal wound
A bullet pierced his proud young heart, from the pistol of Fitzroy
And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy

[Thy Geekdom Come]

[quote name='FutureNunJMJ' date='Oct 9 2004, 04:59 PM'] I'm not Irish, so therefore, I don't know any Irish songs... [/quote]
That's okay, nobody's perfect.

[Piccoli Fiori JMJ]

I'm an Honorary Irish though!!!

[Colleen]

[quote name='FutureNunJMJ' date='Oct 9 2004, 04:09 PM'] I'm an Honorary Irish though!!! [/quote]


[b]Star of the County Down[/b]

Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
One morning in July
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two white feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself
To make sure I was standing there.

[b]Chorus[/b]
[i]From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down.[/i]

As she onward sped I shook my head
And I gazed with a feeling rare
And I said, says I, to a passerby
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
He smiled at me, and with pride says he,
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
She's the star of the County Down."

[b]Chorus[/b]

I've travelled a bit, but never was hit
Since my roving career began
But fair and square I surrendered there
To the charms of young Rose McCann.
I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet
Did I meet with in shawl or gown
But in she went and I asked no rent
From the star of the County Down.

[b]Chorus[/b]

At the harvest fair, she'll be surely there
So I'll dress in my Sunday clothes.
With my shoes shone bright
And my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut-brown Rose.
No horse I'll yoke, no pipe I'll smoke
Though my plough with the rust turn brown,
Till a smiling bride
By my own fire side
Sits the Star of the County Down.

[b]Chorus[/b]

[Noel's angel]

I dont know of any Irish people on here, except me...........