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I WISH MY LOVE WAS A RED, RED ROSE
Traditional
I wish my love was a red, red rose
Growing in yon garden fair
And me to be the gardener
Of her I would take care
There’s not a month
Throughout the year
But my love I would renew
I’d garnish her with flowers fine
Sweet William, thyme and rue
I wish I was a butterfly
I’d light on my love’s breast
Or if I was a blue cuckoo
I’d sing my love to rest
Or if I was a nightingale
I’d sing till daylight clears
And I’d sit and sing for you, Molly
For once I loved you dear
I wish I was in Dublin
And seated on the grass
In my right hand a jug of punch
And on my knee a lass
I’d call for liquor freely
And pay before I go
And I’d roll my darling in my arms
Though the wind blow high or low
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Anach Cuain
03:05
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The Blacksmith
04:32
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THE BLACKSMITH
A blacksmith courted me
Nine months and better
He fairly won my heart
Wrote me a letter
With his hammer in his hand
He looked quite clever
And if I was with my love
I’d live forever
But where is my love gone?
With his cheeks like roses
And his good black billycock on
Decked round with primroses
I’m afraid the scorching sun
Will shine and burn his beauty
And if I was with my love
I’d do my duty
Strange news has come to town
Strange news is carried
Strange news flies up and down
That my love is married
I wish them both much joy
Though they can’t hear me
And may God reward him well
For the slighting of me
Don’t you remember when
You lay beside me
And you said you’d marry me
And not deny me
If I said I’d marry you
It was only for to try you
So bring your witness love
And I’ll not deny you
No witness have I none
Save God almighty
And may He reward you well
For the slighting of me
Her lips grew pale and wan
It made a poor heart to tremble
To think she loved a one
And he proved deceitful
A blacksmith courted me
Nine months and better
He fairly won my heart
Wrote me a letter
With his hammer in his hand
He looked quite clever
And if I was with my love
I’d live forever
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Bridget O'Malley
04:50
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BRIDGET O’MALLEY
Traditional-
Bridget O’Malley, you have my heart shaken
With a hopeless desolation, I’ll have you to know
It’s the wonder 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 seaAnd 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
No joy is there in me, my life has gone away now
Another has taken my love for his own
The day it is approaching when we were to be married
And it’s rather I would die than live only to grieve
Oh meet me my darling, e’er the sun sets o’er the barley
And I’ll meet you there on the road to Drum Slieve
Bridget O’Malley, you have my heart shaken
With a hopeless desolation, I’ll have you to know
It’s the wonder of admiration, your quiet face has taken
And your beauty will haunt me, wherever I go
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Undressed Melody
03:22
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UNDRESSED MELODY
by Kate Power ©1980
So alive
With you by my side
A day without you draws night
Within me
How
Can I even try
Growing older
Without you now
Every moment we carry in life
Holding together in sorrow and light
Finding the morning with you by my side
Fills me so gladly
To feel you there
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Verdant Braes of Screen
04:34
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THE VERDANT BRAES OF SCREEN
Traditional
As I walked out one evening fairOn the verdant braes of Screen
I sat my back to a hawthorn tree
To view the sun in the west country
The dew on the forest green
A lad I spied on the open strand
And a maiden by his knee
And he was brown as the berry brown red
And she away and wan to see
So fair and white was he
Oh, sit you down on the bank, said he
On the dewy grass so green
For the week birds have all come and gone
Since I my own true love have seen
Since I my love have seen
Oh, I’ll not sit on the grass, said she
There’ll be no love on the bank
For my dear you love a Kilkenny maid
And your heart’s no longer mine, she said
Your heart’s no longer mine
Oh, I’ll not heed what an old man says
For his days are well nigh done
And I’ll not heed what a young man says
Though he’s fair for many’s the one, she said
Though he’s fair for many’s the one
But I will climb a high, high tree
And rob a wild bird’s nest
And back I’ll bring whatever I do find
To the arms that I love the best, said she
To the arms that I love the best
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Kate Power & Steve Einhorn Portland, Oregon
Songwriters. Folksingers. Multi-instrumentalists. Artists. Writers. Teachers.
Raconteurs.
“Their music embodies reverence for this complicated, terrible, beautiful world that we live in. Kate's emotive voice rings with compassion and hope; Steve's spot-on guitar leads and wry sense of humor are grounding, organic, the perfect complement. All time stops when they sing together." - Tracy Grammer
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