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Bonnie Ship The Diamond
03:36
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The Diamond is a ship, my lads
For the Davis Strait she’s bound
The quay it is all garnished
With bonnie lasses 'round
Thompson gives the order
To sail the ocean wide
Where the sun it never sets, my lads
Nor darkness dims the sky
Chorus: For it's cheer up my lads
Let your hearts never fail
For the bonnie ship the Diamond
Goes a-hunting for the whale
And it’s on the quay at Peterhead
All the lasses stand around
With their shawls all wrapped around them
And their salt tears runnin' down
Don't you weep, my bonnie lass
Though you be left behind
For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice
Before we change our mind
Chorus
Here's a health to the Resolution
Likewise the Eliza Swan
Here’s to the Battler of Montrose
And the Diamond, ship of fame
We’ll wear the trousers of the white
And the jackets of the blue
When we return to Peterhead
We'll have sweethearts anew
Chorus
It will be bright both day and night
When we return again
With a ship filled up with oil, my lads
And money to our name
We'll make the cradles for to rock
And the blankets for to tear
And every lass in Peterhead sing
"Hushabye, my dear"
Chorus
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2. |
Wild Rover
06:01
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I've been a wild rover for many's a year
And I've spent half me money drinking whiskey and beer
but now for the future I must take better care
In case misfortune might come to my share
Wild rovin' I'll give it over
Wild rovin' give up
And I never will be called
Wild rover no more
I went into an alehouse I used to resort
And I told the landlady that my money was short
When she heard of my story, oh her answer twas "nay"
Sayin' "Custom such as yours I could have any day"
Wild rovin' I'll give it over
Wild rovin' give up
And I never will be called
Wild rover no more
I put my hand in my pocket, some money to find
And I pulled out the full of fist of fives
When she saw I had the money and money galore
Then she took my money and opened the door
Saying "I have the whiskey and wines of the best
All the words I have spoken, they were only in jest"
So come you here and bring your friends
All are welcome here who come to spend
Wild rovin' I'll give it over
Wild rovin' give up
And I never will be called
Wild rover no more
If I had half the money I left in your care
It would buy me ten acres and my family rear
It would thatch me a cottage, it would build me a barn
It would buy a pack of goats to keep us all warm
Wild rovin' I'll give it over
Wild rovin' give o'er
And I never will be called the
Wild rover no more
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3. |
Pride of Kildare
06:19
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When first here I landed, I had a rovin’ mind
And not did I ramble true love to find
I met pretty Susan in the street like a rose
And she was more fair than the lily that grows
Her eyes they did shine like bright stars by night
The robe she was wearin’ was costly and bright
Her fair neck was shadowed by her long raven hair
And they called her pretty Susan
The pride of Kildare
For a long time we courted, we wasted my store
Her love turned to hate because then I was poor
Said she I’ll find another, who’s fortune I’ll share
So be gone said pretty Susan
The pride of Kildare
It was then that I wandered and aimless did stray
I found pretty Susan with a new lad so gay
I passed right by them, with a heart full of care
And sighed at pretty Susan
The pride of Kildare
Her eyes they did shine like bright stars by night
The robe she was wearin’ was costly and bright
Her fair neck shadowed by her long raven hair
And they called her pretty Susan
The pride of Kildare
I went out on the ocean
It was awful to go
Bound for West Indies
A heart full of woe
And there I spied ladies, jewels so rare
But none fine as the pride of Kildare
Now sometimes I’m happy
And sometimes I’m sad
Now that my Susan’s
With some other lad
While I’m at a distance
The more I’ll despair ‘
But my blessings on Susan
The pride of Kildare
Her eyes they did shine like bright stars by night
The robe she was wearin’ was costly and bright
Her fair neck shadowed by her long raven hair
And they called her pretty Susan
The pride of Kildare
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4. |
Bold Jamie
05:16
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Rise up my darling and come with me
I want to go with you and leave this country
To leave my fathers dwelling, this house and the land
So away goes Jamie with his love in his hand
They go over hills and the mountains and glens
Traveling all through the night in the mist in the rain
But her father has followed and has taken his men
And he captured poor Jamie with his love in his arms
Now home she was taken to her room she is bound
While poor Jamie lies on the cold stoney ground
And he knows all the while before the judge he will stand
For the stealing of nothing but his own true love's hand
In the cold hard iron his hands they are bound
Handcuffed like a murderer and tied to the ground
And the jailer tells Jamie "last night I did hear
That your Lady will hang you or else set you clear"
The judge says "this young girl being tender in youth
If Jamie is guilty she will tell the truth"
Then the radiant beauty before him did stand
"Oh I'm happy to see you my bold Irish lad"
But the father cries out "Lord have pity on me
For the man came to bring disgrace to my family
And he stole my only daughter, all part of his plan
And if you don't hang him I will quit the land"
But the daughter is crying and begging is she
"The fault isn't Jamie's the blame lies with me
I forced him to leave and run away with me
And I'll die if I can't save my bold Jamie"
"Good Lord he has stole all her jewels and her rings
Gold watches and amber, all my precious things
And it costs me a fortune in thousands of pounds
And I'll take the life of Jamie before I lie in the ground
"Good Lord I gave them as a token of love
An when we are parted I'll have them removed
But a true lovers token wear on your right hand
And think of me darling when you're in a foreign land"
Rise up, rise up, rise up my darling
Rise up, rise up, rise up my darling
Rise up, rise up, rise up my darling
Rise up, rise up, rise up, and come with me.
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5. |
Now Westlin Winds
06:04
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Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns
Bring autumn's pleasant weather
The moorcock springs on whirring wings
Among the blooming heather
Now waving grain, wild o'er the plain
Delights the weary farmer
And the moon shines bright as I rove at night
To muse upon my charmer
The partridge loves the fruitful fells
The plover loves the mountain
The woodcock haunts the lonely dells
The soaring hern the fountain
Through lofty groves the cushat roves
The path of man to shun it
The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush
The spreading thorn the linnet
Thus every kind their pleasure find
The savage and the tender
Some social join and leagues combine
Some solitary wander
Avaunt! Away! the cruel sway,
Tyrannic man's dominion
The sportsman's joy, the murdering cry
The fluttering, gory pinion
But Peggy dear the evening's clear
Thick flies the skimming swallow
The sky is blue, the fields in view
All fading green and yellow
Come let us stray our gladsome way
And view the charms of nature
The rustling corn, the fruited thorn
And every happy creature
We'll gently walk and sweetly talk
Till the silent moon shines clearly
I'll grasp thy waist and, fondly pressed,
Swear how I love thee dearly
Not vernal showers to budding flowers
Not autumn to the farmer
So dear can be as thou to me
My fair, my lovely charmer
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6. |
Farmer Michael Hayes
04:27
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I am a bold undaunted fox that never was yet trapped or caught
Me rent rates and taxes I was willin’ for to pay
I made my name in fine good land
Between Tipperary and Knocklong
Where my forefathers lived and died three thousand years ago
I lived as happy as King Saul and loved my neighbors one and all
I had no animosity for either friend or foe
Until of late I was betrayed by one who was a fool I know
He said that I should leave the place and show my face no more
The day that he evicted me it’s then I knew I had to flee
For late one night I took his life and left him lying low
He fell victim to a shot his agency was soon forgot
From that day on the search began for farmer Michael Hayes
By telegraph they did insert a great reward for my arrest
My figure size and form, my name without mistake
They broke their brogues a thousand pairs this great reward for to obtain
Still the search was all in vain for farmer Michael Hayes
They searched the rocks the gulfs the quays the ships the liners in the bays
The ferry boats and steamers as they that were going out to sea
You may roam the world both far and near but never such a tale you’ll hear
Of a fox to get away so clear as farmer Michael Hayes
And as the moon began to rise I thought I’d make a foreign clime
Leave them all to search away for farmer Michael Hayes
To Dublin town I made my way and on to Americay
Where no one’s ever heard the name of farmer Michael Hayes
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7. |
Maid of Culmore
04:54
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From sweet lovely Derry to fair London town
There is no other finer harbor anywhere to be found
Where the children each evening are a-playin' 'round the shore
And the joy bells are ringin' for the maid of Culmore
The first time that I met her, she passed me by
The next time that I met her, she bid me good-bye
But the last time that I met her, she grieved my heart sore
For she sailed down Lough Foyle and away from Culmore
If I had the power, the storm to rise
I would blow the wind higher for to darken the skies
I would blow the wind higher to make the salt seas to roar
On the day that my love sailed away from Culmore
To the north of America my love I will seek
For there I know no one, nor no one knows me
But should I not find her, I'll return home no more
But like a pilgrim I will wander for the maid of Culmore
The first time that I met her, she passed me by
The next time that I met her, she bade me good-bye
But the last time that I met her, she grieved my heart sore
For she sailed down Lough Foyle and away from Culmore
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8. |
As I Roved Out
05:29
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And who are you my pretty fair maid and who are you my honey
And who are you my pretty fair maid and who are you my honey
She answered me quite modestly I am me mother’s darlin’
With your too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh
And will you come to me mother’s house when the moon is shining clearly
Will you come to me mother’s house when the moon is shining clearly
I’ll open the door and let you in and divil the one will hear us
With your too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh
So I went to her house in the middle of the night when the moon was shining clearly - repeat
She opened the door and let me in and divel the did hear us
With your too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh
She took my horse by the bridle and the bit and led him to the stable
She took my horse by the bridle and the bit and let him to the stable
Sayin’ there’s plenty of oats for a soldier's horse to eat ‘em if he’s able
With your too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh
Then she took me by her little white hand and led me to her table
She took me by her little white hand and let me to her table
Sayin’ there’s plenty of wine for a soldier boy to drink it if he’s able
With your too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh
I got up and made the bed and made it nice and easy
I got up and made the bed and made it nice and easy
The she got up and laid me down saying laddie are you able
With your too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh
And we lay there ‘till the break of day and devil the one did hear us
We lay there ‘till the break of day and devil the one did hear us
Then she arose put on her clothes say’in
Laddie you gotta go now
With your too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh
And when will I return again and when will we be married
And when will I return again and when will we be married
When broken shells make Christmas bells
Then we might be married
With your too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh
Too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-dah
Day-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh
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Are you travelin’ to the north country fair
Where the winds blow heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Are you goin’ when the snowflakes storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see she’s wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin’ winds
Please see for me that her hair hangs long,
that it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That’s the way I remember her best.
I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all
Many times I’ve often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day
are you travelin’ to the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
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10. |
Believe Me If
03:43
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Believe me if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear,
No the heart that has truly loved, never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sun-flower turns on her god when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose
Believe me if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still
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