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Oige | Bang On |
(1996) |
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1. |
Silver Spear |
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The Banks Of The Bann |
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The Maid Of Culmore |
4. |
Touch Me If You Dare |
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My Bonny Labouring Boy |
6. |
The Hot Rock Set |
7. |
Bonnie Blue Eyed Lassie |
8. |
Fergal O'Gara's |
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The Flower Of Magherally, O! |
10. |
Roaring Mary |
11. |
Maids Of Mitchellstown |
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The Banks Of The Bann |
When first unto this country a stranger I came
I placed my affections on a maid that was young
She being young and tender, her waist small and slender
Kind nature had formed her for my overthrow
On the banks of the Bann is where I first beheld her
She appeared like Regina, the fair Grecian Queen
Her eyes shone like diamonds or stars softly shining
Her lips were like roses or blood drops on snow
It was her cruel parents who first caused her variance
Because she was rich and above my degree
But I'll do my endeavors to gain my loves favour
Although she is born of a high family
My name it is Delaney, that's a name that won't shame me
If I had had money, I would never have roamed
But the drinking and sporting, night rambling and courting
Are the cause of all my ruin and absence from home
But now that I have gained her I am happy forever
With rings on her fingers and gold in her ear
And now by the banks of the lovely Bann waters
In peace and contentment I'll live with my dear |
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The Maid Of Culmore |
Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town,
There is no finer harbour all around can be found,
Where the children each evening go down to the shore,
And the joy bells are ringing for the maid of Culmore.
The first time I met her she passed me by,
And the next time that I met her she bid me goodbye,
But the last time I met her it broke my heart sore,
For she sailed out of Ireland and away from Culmore.
If I had the power the storms for to rise,
I would blow the wind high and I'd darken the skies,
I would blow the wind higher and salt seas to roar,
For the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore.
To the far shore of Americay my love I'll go seek,
For it's there I know no-one and no-one knows me,
And if don't find her I'll return home no more,
Like a pilgrim I'll wander for the maid of Culmore |
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My Bonny Labouring Boy |
Oh, Johnny was my true love's name as you can plainly see,
And my father he employed him his labouring boy to be.
To harrow, reap, and to sow the seed, and to plough my father's land;
Very soon I fell in love with him as you may understand.
I courted him for six long months but little did I know
That cruel was my father; he proved my overthrow.
He watched us close one evening down by a shady grove
While pledging our vows together in the constant bands of love.
My mother came to me one day and this to me did say:
"Oh, your father is determined for to appoint your wedding day."
Well nobly I made answer, "It's with him I'll never comply,
For I'd rather live a single life or have my labouring boy."
"O daughter, dearest daughter, oh why do you talk so strange,
To marry a poor labouring boy the wide world for to range?
Some noble lord would fancy you better; great riches you could enjoy,
So do not throw your life away for a poor labouring boy."
"O mother, dearest mother, your talk is all in vain.
Your kings, lords, dukes or earls, their offer I'd disdain.
I'd rather live a single life, my time for to enjoy,
And increasing nature prosper for my bonny labouring boy."
Five hundred pounds of my best clothes I sold that very night,
And with the boy who I love best to Belfast we did fly.
His love it has entangled me and the same I'll never deny,
And God may speed the plough with my bonny labouring boy.
So fill your glasses to the brim, let the toast go merrily round;
Here is a health to every labouring man who ploughs and sows the ground,
And when his work is over, it's home he'll speed with joy,
And happy, happy is the girl who weds the labouring boy. |
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The Flower Of Magherally, O! |
One pleasant Summer's morning when all the flowers were springing O,
Nature was adorning and the wee birds sweetly singing O,
I met my love near Banbridge town, my charming blue-eyed Sally O,
She's the queen of the County Down - the flower of Magherally O,
With admiration I did gaze upon this blue-eyed maiden O,
Adam wasn't half so much plazed, when he met Eve in Eden O,
Her skin was like the lily white, that grows in yonder valley O,
She's my queen and my heart's delight - the flower of Magherally O,
Her yellow hair in ringlets clung, her shoes were Spanish leather O,
Her bonnet with blue ribbons strung her scarlet cap and feather O,
Like Venus bright she did appear - my charming blue-eyed Sally O,
She's the girl that I adore - the flower of Magherally O,
I hope the day will surely come, when we'll join hands together O,
It's then I'll bring my darling home, in spite of wind or weather O,
And let them all say what they will, and let them reel and rally O,
For I shall wed the girl I love, the flower of Magherally O. |
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