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Irish Folk Traditionals 2
Corny Held
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Songs:
1.
The Irish Rover
by Corny Held
3:28 min.
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitars, bass
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
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 winds drove her.
She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover.
We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides,
We had four million barrels of bones.
We had five million hogs, we had 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 his set
He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk
As he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
And he sailed in the Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
And your man Mick McCann 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 it's way in a fog.
And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two,
Just meself 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 dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover
2.
The Ballad Of Stewball
by Corny Held
5:45 min.
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics
You Gentlemen Sportsmen
I pray listen all
I'll sing you a song
in the praise of Stewball
And how they came over
you shall understand
By one Squire Irvine
the Mell of our land.
500 bright guineas
on the plains of Kildare
I'll bet upon, Sportsmen,
that bonny-grey mare
Stewball hearing the wager,
the wager was laid
He said loving master,
its don't be afraid.
For on my side thou'st laid
thousands of pounds
I'll rig in thy castle
a fine mass of gold.
Squire Irvine he smiled,
and thus he did say,
You gentlemen-sportsmen
to-morrow's the day
Your saddles and bridles,
and horses prepare,
For we will away
to the plains of Kildare.
The day being come,
& the horses bro't out,
Squire Irvine he order'd
his rider to mount.
All the people then went
to see them go round
They swore in their hearts
he ne'er touch'd the ground.
And as they were riding
this was the discourse
The grey mare will never
touch this horse.
O, loving kind rider
come tell unto me,
How far is the grey mare
behind you said he...
O loving master
you bear a great smile,
Grey mare is behind me
a large English mile
For in this country
I was ne'er seen before
Thou hast won the race
& broken lord Gore.
3.
Leis O'Lurrighen
by Corny Held
2:30 min.
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitars, bass
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics
On the ocean o´he
Waves in motion o´ho
Not but clouds could we see
O´er the blue sea below
Islay loomin´ o´he
In the gloamin´ o´ho
Our ship´s compass set we
And our lights we did show
Leis a Lurrighan o´he
Leis a Lurrighan o´ho
In the grey dark of evening
O´er the waves let us go
Aros passing o´he
Was harrassing o´ho
The proud billows to see
High as masthead to flow
Captain hollers o´he
To his fellows o´ho
Those that courage would flee
Let him go down below
Leis a Lurrighan o´he
Leis a Lurrighan o´ho
In the grey dark of evening
O´er the waves let us go
In the tempest o´he
Waves were crashing o´ho
And the cry of the sea
As the cold winds did blow
Captain hollers o´he
To his fellows o´ho
Those that won´t stay with me
Let them go down below
Leis a Lurrighan o´he
Leis a Lurrighan o´ho
In the grey dark of evening
O´er the waves let us go
4.
Molly Malone
by Corny Held
3:53 min.
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitars, bass, flute
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
She died of a fever and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
5.
Whiskey In The Jar
by Corny Held
3:19 min.
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitars, bass, flute
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,
I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water,
Then sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.
It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel,
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army,
If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
6.
The Wid Rover
by Corny Held
3:33 min.
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitars, bass, flute
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics
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
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"
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
7.
Raggle Taggle Gypsy
by Corny Held
2:44 min.
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, bass, flute
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics
There were three old gypsies came to our hall door
They came brave and boldly-o,
The one sang high and the other sang low
The other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o.
It was upstairs downstairs the lady went
She put on her suit of leather-o,
There was a cry from around the door
"She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o."
It was late that night when the Lord came in
Enquiring for his lady-o,
The servant girl she said to the Lord
"She's away wi' the raggle taggle gypsy-o."
"Then saddle for me my milk white steed
For my big horse is not speedy-o,
And I will ride till I seek my bride
She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o."
Now he rode East, he rode West
He rode North and South also,
Till he came to a wide open plain,
There he spied his lady-o.
"How could you leave your goose featherbed
With your blankets strewn so comely-o?
How could you leave your newly wedded Lord
All for the raggle taggle gypsy-o?"
"What care I for my goose featherbed
With my blankets strewn so comely-o,
Tonight I lie in a wide upon field
In the arms of a raggle taggle gypsy-o."
"How could you leave your house and your land?
How could you leave your money-o?
How could you leave your only wedded Lord
All for a raggle taggle gypsy-o?"
"What care I for my house and my land?
What care I for my money-o?
I'd rather have a kiss from the yellow gypsy's lips
I'm away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o."
Away wi' the raggle taggle gypsy-o.
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8.
I Know Where I'm Going
by Corny Held
3:06 min.
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics
I know where I'm going
And I know who's going with me
I know who I love
And the dear knows who I'll marry.
I have stockings of silk
And shoes of bright green leather
Combs to buckle my hair
And a ring for every finger.
Some say he's black
But I say he's bonnie
The fairest of them all
My handsome winsome Johnny.
Feather beds are soft
And painted rooms are bonny
But I would leave them all
To go with my love my Johnny.
9.
Jack Of All Trades
by Corny Held
3:02 min.
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics
I am a roving sporting blade, they call me Jack of all Trades
I always place my chief delight in courting pretty fair maids.
So when in Dublin I arrived to try for a situation
I always heard them say it was the pride of all the Nations.
I'm a roving jack of many trades
Of every trade of all trades
And if you wish to know my name
They call me Jack of all trades.
On George's Quay I first began and there became a porter
Me and my master soon fell out which cut my acquaintance shorter
In Sackville Street, a pastry cook; In James' Street, a baker
In Cook Street I did coffins make; In Eustace Street, a preacher.
In Golden Lane I sold old shoes: In Meath Street was a grinder
In Barrack Street I lost my wife. I'm glad I ne'er could find her.
In Mary's Lane, I've dyed old clothes, of which I've often boasted
In that noted place Exchequer Street, sold mutton ready roasted.
10.
The Curragh Of Kildare
by Corny Held
6:55 min.
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics
The winter it has passed
And the summer's come at last
The small birds are singing in the trees
And their little hearts are glad
Ah, but mine is very sad
Since my true love is far away from me
And straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll finds tidings of my dear
The rose upon the briar
And the clouds that float so high
Bring joy to the linnet and the bee
And their little hearts are blessed
But mine can know no rest
Since my true love is far away from me
All you who are in love
Aye and cannot it remove
I pity the pain that you endure
For experience lets me know
That your hearts are filled with woe
It's a woe that no mortal can cure
11.
The Leaving Of Liverpool
by Corny Held
2:49 min.
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitars, bass
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics
Fare thee well to Prince's Landing Stage
River Mersey, fare thee well
Well I am bound for California
A place that I know right well
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee
Oh I am boarding a yankee sailing ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Burgess is the captain of her
And they say that she's a floatin' shame
The sun is on the harbor, love
And I wish that I could remain
Because I know it will be some long long time
Before I see you again
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