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Willy Taylor and his young lover, full of mirth and loyalty,
They were going to the church to be married, when he was pressed and sent to sea,
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum,
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dey.
So she dressed herself up like a sailor, on her breast she wore a star,
And her fingers long and slender, she gave them just a smear of tar.
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum,
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dey.
On this ship there being a skirmish, she being one amongst the rest,
A silver button flew off her jacket, there appeared her snow white breast.
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum,
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dey.
Says the captain to the fair maid, what misfortune has brought you here,
I'm in search of my true lover, who you pressed to sea last year.
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum,
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dey.
If you're searching for your true love, pray come tell to me his name,
Willie Taylor they do call him but Fitzgerald is his name.
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum,
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dey.
Get you up tomorrow morning, set you out upon the strand
There you'll spy your Willie Taylor, with new bride at his right hand.
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum,
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dey.
She got up the very next morning, early at the break of day,
There she spied her Willy Taylor walking along with a lady gay.
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum,
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dey.
She drew out a brace of pistols that she had at her command,
And she shot her Willy Taylor and his bride at his right hand.
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum,
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dey.
When the Captain came to hear it, of the deed that she had done,
He made her a ship's commander, over a vessel for the Isle of Man.
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum,
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dey.
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dum dum,
Folly dilly dum dilly dum dum dey.
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An Dro Set
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The Selkie
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An earthly nurse sits and sings
And aye she sings a lily wean
And the little ken I my bairn's father
Far less the land that he dwells in
For he came one night to her bed’s feet
And a grumbly guest I'm sure was he
Saying, “Here am I, thy bairn's father
Although I be not comely”
I am a man upon the land
I am a selkie in the sea
And when I'm far and far from land
My home it is in Sule Skerry
And he has ta'en a purse of gold
And he had placed it upon her knee
Saying, "Give to me my little young son
And take thee up thy nurse's fee”
And it shall come to pass on a summer's day
When the sun shines bright on every stane
I'll come and fetch my little young son
And teach him how to swim the faem
And ye shall marry a gunner good
And a right fine gunner I'm sure he'll be
But the very first shot that ever he takes
Shall kill both my young son and me
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Love Is Pleasing
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Oh love is pleasing and love is teasing
And love's a treasure when first it's new
As love grows older it waxes colder
And fades away like the morning dew.
If I had known before I courted
That love was such a killing game
I'd place my heart in a box of gold
And I'd tie it up with a piece of twine
I left my mother I left my father
I left my brothers and sister too
I left my home and my fond relations
I left them all for the love of you
Oh love is pleasing and love is teasing
And love's a treasure when first it's new
As love grows older it waxes colder
And fades away like the morning dew.
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Limerick Rake
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I am a young fellow that's easy and bold
In Castletown conners I'm very well known
In Newcastle West I spent many a note
With Kitty and Judy and Mary
My father rebuked me for being such a rake
And spending my time in such frolicsome ways
But I ne'er could forget the good nature of Jane
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé
My parents had reared me to shake and to mow
To plough and to harrow, to reap and to sow
Me heart being airy to drop it so low
I set out on high speculation
On paper and parchment they taught me to write
In Euclid and Grammar they opened me eyes
And in Multiplication in truth I was bright
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé
If I chance for to go to the town of Rathkeale
The girls all round me do flock on the square
Some offer me a bottle and others sweet cakes
And treats being unknown to their parents
There is one from Askeaton and one from the Pike
Another from Arda, my heart was beguiled
Although from the mountains her stockings are white
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé
To quarrel for riches I ne'er was inclined
For the greatest of misers must leave them behind
I'll purchase a cow that will never run dry
And I'll milk her by twisting her horn
John Damer of Shronel had plenty of gold
And Devonshire's treasure was twenty times more
He's laid on his back among nettles and stones
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé
If I chance for to go to the market at Croom
With a cock in my hand and my pipes in full tune
I am welcome at once and brought up to a room
Where Bacchus is sporting with Venus
There's Peggy and Jane from the town of Bruree
And Biddy from Bruff and we all on the spraoí
Such a combing of locks as there was about me
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé
Now some say I'm foolish but more say I'm wise
Being fond of the women I think it no crime
The son of King David had nine hundred wives
And his wisdom was widely reported
I'll till a good garden and live at my ease
Each woman and child can partake of the same
If there's war in the cabin, themselves they can blame
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé
And now for the future I mean to be wise
I'll marry those women that treated me kind
I'll marry them on the morrow by and by
If the clergy'd agree to the bargain
And when I'm laid out and my soul is at rest
Those women can gather to cry at my wake
And their sons and their daughters can offer their prayers
To the Lord for the soul of their father.
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Cíana Reno, Nevada
The music of Ireland disappeared from Northern Nevada with the exodus of Irish miners after the Comstock Lode dried up in the late 1800s. Cíana brings these musical traditions back to life in the Carson Valley at the feet of the rugged Sierra Nevada mountains and delves into music from Ireland, Scotland, and Brittany. ... more
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