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Fear a’ Bhàta
05:17
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How often haunting the highest hilltop,
I scan the ocean, a sail to see.
Will it come tonight, love? Will it come tomorrow?
Or ever come, love, to comfort me?
Fhír a' Bhàta no hóró eile, [Boatman, no one else]
Fhír a' Bhàta no hóró eile,
Fhír a' Bhàta no hóró eile,
O fare thee well, love, where e'er thou be.
They call thee fickle, they call thee false one
And try to turn me but all in vain.
For thou art my dream all through the dark night
And every morning, I scan the sea.
There's not a hamlet, too well I know it,
Where you go wandering or stay awhile.
But all its old folk you win with talking
And charm its maidens with song and smile.
Do you remember the promise made me,
A tartan plaidie, a silken gown?
That ring of gold with your hair and portrait?
That ring and gown I will never own.
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Bridget O’Malley
03:27
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Bridget O'Malley, you have left my heart shaken,
With a hopeless desolation I'll have you to know.
‘Tis the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken
And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go.
The white moon above the pale sands, the pale stars above the thorn tree
Are cold beside my darling, but no purer than she.
I gaze upon the cold moon till the stars drown in the warm seas
But the bright eyes of my darling are never on me.
My Sunday is weary, my Sunday it is grey now,
My heart is a cold thing, my heart is a stone.
All joy is dead in me, my life has gone away now
For some other has taken my love for his own.
The day it is approaching when we were to be married
But it's rather I would die than live only to breathe.
Oh, meet me, my darling, e'er the sun sets o'er the barley,
And I'll meet you there on the road to Drumslieve.
(repeat first verse)
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Come all you fair and tender girls
That flourish in your prime, prime,
Beware, beware, keep your garden fair
And let no man steal your thyme, thyme,
Let no man steal your thyme.
For when your thyme is past and gone
He'll care no more for you, you.
For every place that your thyme was waste
Will all spread o'er with rue, rue,
Will all spread o'er with rue.
The gardener's son, he was standing by,
Three flowers he gave to me, me.
The pink, the blue and the violet too
And the red, red rosy tree, tree,
And the red, red rosy tree.
But I forsook the red rose bush
And gained the willow tree, tree,
That all the world may plainly see
How my love slighted me, me
How my love slighted me.
For woman is a branched tree
And man a clinging vine, vine,
And from her branches carelessly
He'll take what he can find, find,
He'll take what he can find.
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Lowlands of Holland
04:33
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The love that I have chosen I therewith be content
The salt sea shall be frozen before that I repent
Repent it shall I never until the day I die
But the lowlands of Holland has twined my love and I.
My love lies in the salt sea and I am on the side
It's enough to break a young thing's heart that lately was a bride.
But lately was a bonny bride with pleasure in her e'e.
But the lowlands of Holland have twined my love and me.
My love has built a bonny ship and set her on the sea
With none but twenty mariners to bear her company
But the weary wind began to rise, the sea began to roll,
And my love and his bonny ship turned withershins about.
My love has built another ship and set her on the sea,
With seven score good mariners all for to bring her in.
But there's three score of them have sunk and three score dead at sea
And the lowlands of Holland have twined my love and I.
Shall not a quiff come on my head, nor comb come through my hair
Shall neither coal nor candlelight shine in my bower mair.
And neither shall I marry until the day I die,
For I never had a love but one and he's drowned in the sea.
“Oh hold your tongue my daughter dear, be still and be content.
There's men enough in Galloway, you need not sore lament.”
“Oh there's men enough in Galloway, alas there's none for me
For I never had a love but one and he's drowned in the sea.”
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My Bonny Boy
02:33
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I once loved a boy and a bonny, bonny boy
Who would come and would go at request.
And this handsome young boy was my pride and my joy,
And I built him a bower in my breast.
I built him a bower in my breast.
And up the long valley and down the green valley,
Like one who was troubled in mind.
I hollered and I whooped and I played upon my flute,
But no bonny boy could I sp.
But no bonny boy could I find.
I sat myself down on a green mossy bank
Where the sun it shone wonderful warm;
And who should I spy but my own bonny boy
Fast locked in some other girl's arms
Fast locked in some other girls’ arms.
Now, the girl who's the joy of my own bonny boy
Let her make of him all that she can
And whether he loves me or whether he don't
I'll walk with that boy now and then
I'll walk with that boy now and then…
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Lowlands Away
02:45
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I dreamed a dream the other night,
Lowlands, lowlands away, my John,
I dreamed a dream the other night,
My Lowlands away.
I dreamed I saw my own true love,
Lowlands, lowlands away, my John,
I dreamed I saw my own true love,
My Lowlands away.
He was green and wet with weeds so cold,
Lowlands, lowlands away, my John,
He was green and wet with weeds so cold,
My Lowlands away.
I'll cut away my bonny hair,
Lowlands, lowlands away, my John,
For no other man shall think me fair,
My Lowlands away.
For my love lies drowned,
In the windy Lowlands.
Lowlands, lowlands away my John.
For my love lies drowned in the windy Lowlands,
My Lowlands away.
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My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind.
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind."
And she laid her hand on me and this she did say:
"It will not be long, Love, ‘til our wedding day."
And she went away from me and she moved through the fair.
So fondly I watched her move here and move there
And she went her way homeward with one star awake,
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake.
The people were saying no two e’er were wed.
But one has a sorrow that ne’er was said.
And she smiled as she passed me with her goods and her gear.
And that was the last that I saw of my dear.
I dreamed it last night that my lover came in
So softly she wandered, her feet made no din.
And she laid her hand on me and this she did say,
"It will not be long Love ‘til our wedding day.”
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Bronwyn Claire Asha British Columbia
Bronwyn Claire Asha is a Canadian multi-instrumental folk artist. Her music breathes new life into the traditional folk ballad genre, and her unique arrangements of traditional songs on fiddle, guitar, harmonium and banjo with loop effects create a sound that feels both elemental and ancient. Her live performances combine storytelling and history for a powerful and engaging listening experience. ... more
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