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Sleeve Notes
The Youth of The Heart
We paced along our favourite walk,
But paced in silence broken-hearted;
Of old we used to smile and talk,
Last night — we parted.
George Darley
The Barley Grain for Me
Whiskey, drink devine!
Why should drivelers bore us
With praise of wine
While we've thee before us.
Joseph O'Leary
Do Me Justice
I thought they bore shillelagh sprigs
And that they always said:
'Och hone, acushla, tare-an-ouns,
Begorra' and 'bedad!
A Converted Saxon
Short Time Living
Only from day to day
The life of a wise man runs;
What matter if seasons far away
Have gloom or have double suns?
John Boyle O'Reilly
Jigs: Fr. Tom's Wager, The Road to Muff & Sixpenny Money
And round the dark walls
The people sit and stand
Praising the art
Of the dancer of the land.
Joseph Campbell
Molly Pitcher
O there's hope in the trumpet and glee in the fife
But never such music broke into a strife
As when at it's bursting the war clouds give way
And there's cold steel along with the Irish Hurrah!
Thomas Davis
The Rathlin Island Boat Song
The ocean is in flood, the sea is full,
Delightful is the home of ships,
The wind whirls the sand around the estuary,
Swiftly the rudder cleaves the broad sea.
Rumann Maccolmain
If I Was a Blackbird
Now poising o'er ocean thy delicate form,
Now breasting the surge with thy bosom so warm.
Gerald Griffin
Reels: Martin Rocheford's & Tie the Bonnet
Days and nights I followed
The fiddler who played for me
And he fiddled me over the land
And he fiddled me over the sea.
Sigerson Clifford
The Wild Goose Grasses
Your head on my breast
And your pipe sweetly playing,
Little thought I that night
That our love ties would loosen.
Anonymous (Irish 17th Century)
Foolish You
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
W.B. Yeats
Reels: The Aughamore, Bush in Bloom & McFadden's Handsome Daughter
This is the evening. The bleat of melodeons
Buckleaps fandangos and whips
Up the hobnails to belt at the floorboards.
Francis Mac Manus
Ireland My Home
The Judgement Hour must first be nigh
Ere you can fade, ere you can die
My Dark Rosaleen!
James Clarence Mangan