Moorlough Mary

The very first time I met my Moorlough Mary
It was in the market of sweet Strabane
Her (?) glances were so engaging
The hearts of young men she did trepan
Her smiling glances bereft my senses
Of peace and comfort night or day
And in smiling slumber I start and murmur
O Moorlough Mary won't you come away?

Were I a man of great education
All Erin's isle at my own command
I would lay my head on your snowy bosom
In wedlock bands, love, we'd join our hands
I would entertain you both night and morning
With robes I'd deck you both fine and gay
And with kisses sweet, love, I would embrace you
O Moorlough Mary won't you come away?

On Moorlough's banks now no more I'll wander
Where heifers graze on yon pleasant soil
Where (?) resorting
The timorous hare and blue heather bell
I would (?)
My oats I'd mill by the break of day
While the willing moorcock and the lark (?)
O Moorlough Mary won't you come away?

Now I'll away to my situation
My recreation is all in vain
And the river Mourne where the salmon sporting
The rocks reechoing my plaintive strain
Where the thrush and blackbird (?)
Their notes melodious on the river brae
And the little songbirds do join in chorus
O Moorlough Mary won't you come away?

Then farewell my charming young Moorlough Mary
Ten thousand times I bid you adieu
While life remains in my (?)
I will never cease, love, to think on you
Now I'll away to some lonely valley
With tears bewailing both night and day
In some silent arbor where none can hear me
Since Moorlough Mary won't come away

James Connolly

Where O where is James Connolly?
Where O where is that gallant man?
He is gone to organize the union
To break the bonds of slavery

Where O where are the Citizen Army?
Where O where are those fighting men?
They have gone to join the great rebellion
To break the chains of slavery

Who'll be there to lead the van?
Who'll be there for to lead the van?
O who but our own James Connolly
The hero of each working man

They carried him unto Kilmainham
They carried him unto that jail
And there they shot him on a bright May morning
And laid him in a quicklime grave

Who mourns now for James Connolly?
Who mourns now for that fighting man?
O lay me down in yon green garden
Make my bed as union men

They laid him down in that green garden
With union men each and every side
And there they swore they'd forge a mighty union
And fill that gallant man with pride

Seán a Duír a'Ghleanna

After Aughrim's great disaster when our foe (?) was master
It was you first plunged in and swam the Shannon's boiling flood
And through Slieve Bloom's dark passes you led your gallowglasses
Although the hungry Saxon wolves were howling for your blood
And as we crossed Tipperary we (?)
And the creachts we drove before us as our horsemen onward came
With our spears and swords we gored them as through flood and fire we bore them
Still Seán a Duír a'Ghleanna you were worsted in the game

Long long we kept the hillside (?) by the rillside
The sturdy knotted oaken boughs (?) overhead
The summer sun we laughed at, the winter snow we scoffed at
And trusted to our (?) swords to win us daily bread
Till the Dutchman's troops came round us, in steel and fire they bound us
They blazed the woods and the mountains till the very clouds were flame
Yet our sharpened swords cut through them, to their very hearts we hewed them
For Seán a Duír a'Ghleanna you were worsted in the game

Here's a health to yours and my king, the sovereign of our liking
And to (?) underneath his flag we'll cast once more a chance
For the (?) will wing us across the sea and bring us
To take a stand and wield a brand amongst the sons of France
And as we part in sorrow, still Seán a Duír a chara
Our prayer is God save Ireland and pour blessings on her name
May her sons be true when needed, may they never fail as we did
For Seán a Duír a'Ghleanna you were worsted in the game

P Stands for Paddy

As I roved out on a May morning
To take a pleasant walk
I sat me down by an old oak tree
For to hear two lovers talk
For to hear what they might say, my dear
To hear what they might say
So that I might know (?)
Before (?)

P it stands for Paddy I suppose
J for my son John
And W stands for the false Willie o
But Johnny is the fairest one
Johnny is the fairest one, she said
Johnny is the fairest one
And I don't care what anybody says
For Johnny is the fairest one

Come sit you down on the grass, he said
Together on the green
Tis been a long (?)
Since together we have been
Since together we have been, he said
Together we have been
Tis been a long (?)
Since together we have been


O I'll not sit with you, she said
Nor be a lover of thine
For I hear you're in love with another pretty maid
And your heart's no longer mine
Your heart's no longer mine, she said
Your heart's no longer mine
For I hear you're in love with another pretty maid
And your heart's no longer mine


Go and Leave Me

Once I loved with fond affection
One whose thoughts were dear to me
Until there came a dreary parting
Never more will he speak to me

Go and leave me if you wish to
Never let me cross your mind
If you think I proved unworthy
Go and leave me, I don't mind

Many's the night, love, as you lay sleeping
Dreaming of some sweet repose
While I a young girl all left brokenhearted
Listening to the wind that blows


Here's the ring that first you gave me
When our hearts they were entwined
Give it to the darkeyed lady
She'll never know that it once was mine


Around St James's Well

Now far away from that dear old land
In exile here I roam
Across the waters deep and wild
Far from my native home
The dear old scenes of long ago
I do remember well
My youthful place and schoolboy days
Around St James's Well

To that dear old well in former days
I've heard the old folks say
Good people came from far and near
Upon St James's Day
From England, Scotland and from Wales
And faroff lands as well
In thousands there they knelt and prayed
Around St James's Well

I long to ramble there once more
And meet with comrades true
And view again those happy scenes
Wherein my childhood flew
And for one glance at that old school
No tongue nor pen can tell
How I revere that schoolhouse dear
At sweet St James's Well

And you, good master, kind and true
I hope you're teaching still
In that old school so far away
Down by that rippling rill
Twas there in happy days gone by
You taught me first to spell
Long ere I thought I'd have to roam
From sweet St James's Well

I long to ramble there once more
And meet with comrades gay
Where I wandered wild when but a child
Down many a bank and brae
I long to see my mountain home
Wherein I once did dwell
It nestles by old Cornhill
Quite near St James's Well

Now to conclude and finish
Those lines I'm pleased to say
Just written by a G(?) boy
Three thousand miles away
Adieu fond master kind and true
Old comrades fare thee well
And kind regards to everyone
Around St James's Well

The Lakes of Sligo

Fair Sligo thee I now must leave
To part its beauty I do grieve
But not forever I believe
I'll call again to Sligo

To Holy Well I bid adieu
To Cairns Hill and Sligo too
And (?) that splendid view
Which adorns the lakes of Sligo

And then I think of Knocknarea
With its bonny cliffs hanging oer the sea
It still reminds me of the day
I left my home in Sligo

On that lake I ofttimes spent
Many's the hours in sweet content
And from our boat sweet music went
Around the lakes of Sligo

Fair Sligo thee I now must leave
To part its beauties I do grieve
But not forever I believe
I'll call again to SligoEmigration Song

It being in the spring and the small birds were singing
Down by yon shady arbor I carelessly did stray
Where the thrushes they were warbling, the violets were charming
To view fond lovers talking a while I did delay

She said, My dear don't leave me for another season
Though fortune may be pleasing I'll go along with you
I'll forsake friends and relations and quit this Irish nation
And to the bonny Bann banks forever I'll bid adieu

He said, My dear don't grieve me or yet deny my patience
You know I love you dearly although I'm going away
I'm going to a far nation to purchase a plantation
To comfort us hereafter all in Amerikay

Then after a short while if fortune does be pleasing
Twill cause them for to smile at our late going away
We'll be happy as Queen Victoria all in her greatest glory
We'll be drinking wine and porter all in Amerikay

The landlords and their agents, the bailiffs and their beagles
The land of our forefathers we're forced for to give oer
Now we're sailing on the ocean for honor and promotion
And parting with our sweethearts, tis them we do adore

If you were in your bed lying and thinking on dying
On sight of the bonny Bann banks your sorrow you'd give oer
For if you were one hour down in yon shady bower
All pleasure would surround you, you'd think on death no more

Then fare you well sweet Craigie Hill where oftentimes I've rovĖd
I never thought my childhood days I'd part you anymore
Now we're sailing on the ocean for honor and promotion
And the bonny boats are sailing way down by Doolin shore.

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