• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Parting Glass - John McDermott
• What child is this - John McDermott
• When You And I Were Young Maggie - John McDermott
• Silent Night - John McDermott
• The Sun Is Burning - John McDermott
• The Skye Boat Song - John McDermott
• The Secret Of Christmas - John McDermott
• The Old Man - John McDermott
• The Old House - John McDermott
• The Minstrel Boy - John McDermott
• The Last Rose of Summer (another version) - John McDermott
• The last rose of summer - John McDermott
• The Harp That Once - John McDermott
• The Green Fields of France - John McDermott
• The Faded Coat of Blue - John McDermott
• Suo Gan - John McDermott
• Song for the Mira - John McDermott
• Somewhere a Child is Sleeping - John McDermott
• She Moved thro' the Fair - John McDermott
• Panis Angelicus - John McDermott
• O Holy Night - John McDermott
• No change in Me - John McDermott
• Never Be The Sun - John McDermott
• Kathleen - John McDermott
• Instrumental Medley 2 - John McDermott
• Instrumental Medley 1 - John McDermott
• Guardian Angel - John McDermott
• Gesu Bambino - John McDermott
• Christmas Memories - John McDermott
• Danny Boy (A Cappella) - John McDermott
• Danny Boy - John McDermott
• Barbara Allan - John McDermott
• Ave Maria - John McDermott
• Amazing Grace - John McDermott
• The Spanish Lady - John McDermott
• Scotland For Ever (Scotland the Brave) - John McDermott
• My Ain Folk - John McDermott
• Flow Gently Sweet Afton - John McDermott
• Bluebells of Scotland - John McDermott
• Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms - John McDermott
• The Dutchman - John McDermott
• One Last Cold Kiss - John McDermott
• My Love is Like a Red Red Rose - John McDermott
• Mother Machree - John McDermott
• Oh Rowan Tree - John McDermott
• Natives - John McDermott
• Mary of Argyle - John McDermott
• And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda - John McDermott
• The Holly and the Ivy - John McDermott
• Christmas in the Trenches - John McDermott
• Auld Lang Syne - John McDermott
• Steal Away - John McDermott
• The Lark In The Clear Air - John McDermott
• O Little Town Of Bethlehem - John McDermott
• Sweet Sister Mary - John McDermott
• My Bonnie - John McDermott
• Ye Banks and Braes of Bonnie Doon - John McDermott
• Winter Clothes - John McDermott
• Wild Mountain Thyme - John McDermott
• When You & I Were Young, Maggie - John McDermott
• When I Grow Too Old to Dream - John McDermott
• Voyage - John McDermott
• The Spinningwheel - John McDermott
• The Rose of Tralee - John McDermott
• The Mountains of Mourne - John McDermott
• The Metting of the Waters - John McDermott
• The Massacre of Glencoe - John McDermott
• The Holly & The Ivy - John McDermott
• The Green Isle of Erin - John McDermott
• The Fields of Athenry - John McDermott
• The Cliffs of Dooneen - John McDermott
• The Bard of Armaugh - John McDermott
• Sonny's Dream - John McDermott
• Scotland For Ever - John McDermott
• Postcard From Paris - John McDermott
• One Small Star - John McDermott
• Old Tin Star - John McDermott
• Lo How a Rose E'er Blooming - John McDermott
• Lachin Y Gair - John McDermott
• Herere & Everywhere - John McDermott
• Here, There And Everywhere - John McDermott
• Hello in There - John McDermott
• Galway Bay - John McDermott
• Friend Like You - John McDermott
• Fairwell to Pripchat - John McDermott
• By Yon Bonnie Banks - John McDermott
• Annie Laurie - John McDermott
• John Mcdermott - John McDermott
• Scotland The Brave - John McDermott
• Try To Remember - John McDermott
• And I Love You So - John McDermott
• Ill Be Seeing You - John McDermott
• Silent, Oh Moyle - John McDermott
• The Meeting Of The Waters - John McDermott

Of all the money that er'e I spent
I spent it ingood company
And all the harm that ere I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I have done
For want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill ne the parting glass
Goodnight and joy be with you all
Of all the comrades that er'e I had
Are sorry for my going away
and all the sweetheart that er'e I had
Would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls, unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I will gently rise
And I'll softly call
Goodnight and joy be with you all
If I had enough money to spend
And leisure time to sit a while
There is a fair maid in this town
That sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosey cheeks and ruby lips
I own, she has my heart enthralled
So fill to me the parting glass
Goodnight and joy be with you all

What child is this, who laid to rest
On mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is christ the king,
Whom shepherds worship and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring him laud,
The babe, the son of mary.
Why lies he in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Come have no fear, god's son is here,
His love all loves exceeding.
Nails, spear, shall pierce him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you:
Hail, hail, the saviour comes,
The babe, the son of mary.
So bring him incense, gold and myrrh,
All tongues and peoples own him.
The king of kings salvation brings,
Let ev'ry heart enthrone him.
Raise, raise your song on high,
While mary sings a lullaby;
Joy, joy for christ is born,

I wandered today to the hills Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the creaking old mill Maggie
Where we used to long long ago
The green growth is gone from the hills Maggie
Where first the daisise spring
The creaking old mill is still Maggie
Since you and I were young
Oh they say that I'm feeble with age Maggie
My steps are much slower than then
My face is a well written page Maggie
And time all along was the pen
Oh they say we have outlived our time Maggie
As dated as songs that we've sung
But to me, you're as fair as you were Maggie
When you and I were young
Oh they say we have outlived our time Maggie
As dated as songs that we've sung
But to me, you're as fair as you were Maggie
When you and I were young
When you and I were young

Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant, so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace!
Sleep in heavenly peace!
Stille nacht, heilige nacht
Alles schlaft, einsam wacht
Nur das traute hochhieilige paar,
Holder knabe I'm lockigen haar,
Schlaf' in himmlischer huh.
Schlaf' in himmlischer ruh.
Silent night, holy night,
Son of god, love's pure light
Radiant beams from thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus lord at thy birth.

The sun is burning in the sky,
Strands of clouds go slowly driftin' by
In the park, the dreamy bees are droning in the flowers among the trees
And the sun burns in the sky.
Now the sun is in the west
Little babies lay down to take their rest
And the couples in the park are holding hands and waiting for the dark
And the sun is sinking low.
Now the sun has come to earth
Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death.
Death comes in a blinding flash of hellish heat that leaves a smear of ash
And the sun has come to earth.
Now the sun has disappeared
All that's left is darkness, pain and fear.
Twisted sightless wrecks of men go crawling on their knees and cry in pain

(chorus)
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on a wing,
Onward the sialor's cry.
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to skye.
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep;
Ocean's a royal bed.
Rocked in the deep, flora will keep
Watched by your weary head.
(chorus)
Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could weild.
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on culloden's field.
(chorus)
Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men.
Yet, 'ere the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again!

It's not the glow you feel, when snow appears
It's not the Christmas card you've sent for years
Not the joyful sound when Sleigh bells ring
Or the merry songs children sing
That little gift you send on Christmas Day
Will not bring back the friend, you've turned away
So, may I suggest the secret of Christmas
It's not the things you do at Christmas time
But the Christmas things you do all year through
That little gift you send on Christmas Day
Will not bring back the friend, you've turned away
So, may I suggest the secret of Christmas
It's not the things you do at Christmas time

The tears have all been shed now
We've said our last goodbyes
His souls been blessed
He's laid to rest
Andit's now I feel alone
He was moer than just a father
A teacher my best friend
He can still be heard
In the tunes we shared
When we play them on our own
(chorus)
I never will forget him
For he made me "what I am"
Though he may be gone
Memories linger on
And I miss him, the old man
As a boy he'd take me walking
By mountain field and stream
And he showed me things
Not known to kings
And secret between him and me
Like the colours of the pheasant
As he rises in the dawn
And how to fish and make a wish
Beside the holly tree
I thought he'd live forever
He seemed so big and strong
But the minutes fly
And the years roll by
For a father and a son
And suddenly when it happened
There was so much left unsaid
No second chance
To tell him thanks

Lonely I wander through scenes of my childhood
They bring back to memory the happy days of yore
Gone are the old folk, the house stands deserted
No light in the window, no welcome at the door
Here's where the children played games on the heather
Here's where they sailed their wee boats on the burn
Where are they now? Some are dead, some have wandered
No more to their home will the children return
Lonely the house now, and lonely the moorland
The children have scattered, the old folk are gone
Why stand I here, like a ghost or a shadow?

The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His fathers sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him.
"land of song!" said the warrior bard,
"though all the world betrays thee,
One sword at least thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
The minstrel fell! - but the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again
For he tore is chords asunder;
And said "no chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,

Time and time again I am asked the same questions:
"John where did you study?"
"Are you professionally trained?"
"Is it difficult to stay in voice?"
I come by my voice by virtue of my birth. I can honestly say, with great pride, that I have inherited my dear father's voice. "The Last Rose Of Sumer", the last track on this album, is from a tape recording of my Dad, made in the Cabin Bar in Glasgow, Scotland on August 31, 1957.

Time and time again I am asked the same questions:
"john where did you study? "
"are you professionally trained? "
"is it difficult to stay in voice? "
I come by my voice by virtue of my birth. I can honestly say, with great pride, that I have inherited my dear father's voice. "the last rose of sumer", the last track on this album, is
A tape recording of my dad, made in the cabin bar in glasgow, scotland on august 31, 1957.

The harp that once : to oombayga and family
The harp that once through tara's halls
The soul of music shed
Now hangs as mute on tara's walls
As if that soul were fled
So sleeps the pride of former days
So glory's thrill is o'er
And the hearts that once beat high for praise
Now feel that pulse no more
No more to chiefs and ladies bright
The harp of tara swells
The chord alone that breaks at night
Its tale of ruin tells
Thus freedom now so seldom wakes
The only throb she gives
Is when some heart indignant breaks

How do you do young Willie McBride,
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,
And rest for a while 'neath the warm Summer sun,
I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done
I see by your gravestone you were only 19
when you joined the great fall-in in 1916
I hope you died well and I hope you died clean
Or young Willie McBride was it slow and obscene.
Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the Last Post and Chorus
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest
Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
Although you died back in 1916
In that faithful heart are you forever 19
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed then forever behind a glass frame
In an old photograph torn, battered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame.
Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the Last Post and Chorus
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest
The sun now it shines on the green fields of France
There's a warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
There's no gas, no barbwire, there's no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard it's still no man's land
the countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
To a whole generation that were butchered and damned.
Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the Last Post and Chorus
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest
Now young Willie McBride I can't help wonder why
Do those who lie here know why did they die
Did they believe when they answered the call
Did they really believe that this war would end wars
Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
The killing and the dying were all done in vain
For young Willie McBride it all happened again,
And again and again and again and again
Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the Last Post and Chorus
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest

My brave lad sleeps in his faded coat of blue;
In a lonely grave unknown lies the heart that beat so true
He sank faint and hungry among the famish'd brave
And they laid him sad and lonely within his nameless grave
No more the bugle calls the weary one,
Rest, noble spirit,
In thy grave unknown! I'll find you and know you,
Among the good and true,
When a robe of white is giv'n for the faded coat of blue
He cried, "give me water and just a little crumb,
And my mother she will bless you thro' all the years to come;
Oh! tell my sweet sister, so gentle, good and true,
That I'll meet her up in heaven, in my faded coat of blue."
No more the bugle calls the weary one,
Rest, noble spirit,
In thy grave unknown! I'll find you and know you,
Among the good and true,
When a robe of white is giv'n for the faded coat of blue
Long, long years have vanished, and though he comes no more,
Yet my heart will startling beat with each footfall at my door;
I gaze o'er the hill where he waved a last adieu,
But no gallant lad I see, in his faded coat of blue.
No more the bugle calls the weary one,
Rest, noble spirit,
In thy grave unknown! I'll find you and know you,
Among the good and true,
When a robe of white is giv'n for the faded coat of blue
No more the bugle calls the weary one,
Rest, noble spirit,
In thy grave unknown! I'll find you and know you,
Among the good and true,

Holy saviour, yet so tiny,
Mighty ruler, yet so small.
Infant lowly, born so humbly,
Yet redeemer of us all.
Now the angels sing to greet thee,
God is with us, here on earth.
With the shepherds and the wise men,
Come to see his holy birth
Holy jesus in a manger,
Little baby in a stall,
Infant holy, god's messiah,
Born to suffer for us all;
Angels bending o'er the cradle,
God's anointed from on high,
Blessed mary watches o'er you
Singing sweetly "lullaby".
Blessed mary watches o'er you

Song For The Mira
Out on the Mira one warm afternoon
Old men go fishing with black line and spoon
And if they catch nothing they never complain
I wish I was with them again
As boys in their boats call to girls on the shore
Teasing the one that they really adore
And into the evening the courting begins
I wish I was with them again
Chorus:
Can you imagine a piece of the universe
More fit for princes and kings?
I'll give you ten of your cities
For Marion Bridge and the pleasure it brings
Out on the Mira on soft summer nights
Bonfires blaze to the children's delight
They dance round the flames singing songs with their friends
I wish I was with them again
And over the ashes the stories are told
Of witches and werewolves and Oak Island gold
The stars on the river they sparkle and spin
I wish I was with them again
Chorus
Out on the Mira the people are kind
They'll treat you to home-brew and help you unwind
And if you come broken they'll see that you mend
I wish I was with them again
And thus I conclude with a wish you go well
Sweet be your dreams, may your happiness swell
I'll leave you here, for my journey begins
I'm going to be with them, going to be with them

The snow is softly falling
The night is cold and grey
The forests fields and mountains
Await the coming day
One star outshines the others
So bright as if to say
This is a special morning
A child was born on christmas day.
Long ago, far away
In a stable bare
Look and see, he sleeps so peacefully
As if the cold of night were never there
Bless all the little children
Whenever they may lay
Somewhere a child is sleeping
A child was born on christmas day.
So we might love each other
In peace and honor's way
Somewhere a child is sleeping
A child was born on christmas day
To save the world from sadness
His troubled life he gave
To offer hope and gladness
Our weary souls to save
To comfort us in trouble
To guide us ev'ryday
One hope for life eternal
A child was born on christmas day
Long ago, far away
In a stable bare
Look and see he sleeps so peacefully
As if the cold of night were never there
Bless all the little children
Where ever they may lay
Somewhere a child is sleeping
A child was born on christmas day.
So we might love each other
In peace and honor's way
Somewhere a child is sleeping

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 stepp'd away from me
And this she did say,
"it will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day."
She stepp'd away fromme
And went through the fair
And fondly I watch'd her
Move here and move there
And then she went homeward
With one star awake
As the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake
The people were saying
That no two e'er were wed
And one had a sorrow
That never was said
And I smiled as she passed
With her goods and her gear,
And that was the last
That I saw my dear.
Last night she came to me
She came softly in.
So softly she came
That her feet made no din.
And she placed her hand on me
And this she did say
"oh it will not be long, love,

Panis angelicus fit panis hominum;
Dat panis coelicus figuris terminum:
O res mirabilis! manducat cominum.
Pauper, pauper, servus et humilis,
Pauper, pauper, servus et humilis.
Panis angelicus fit panis himinum;
Dat panis coelicus figuris terminum:
O res mirabilis! manducat dominum.
Pauper, pauper, servus et humilis,

O holy night
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night
Of the dear saviour's birth
Long lay the world
In sin and error pining
'til he appeared
And the soul felt it's worth
A thrill of hope
The weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks
A new and glorious morn'
Fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine
O night when christ was born
O night divine, o night, o night divine
Led by the light of faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts
By his cradle we stand
So led by the light
Of a star sweetly gleaming
There came the wise men
From orient land
The king of kings lay
Thus in lowly manger
In all our trials
Born to be our friend
He knows our need
He guardeth us from danger
Behold your king
Before him lowly bend
Behold you king

You could shoot off a cannon
Down the middle of bond
And attract no attention in downtown st. john's
This getting nowhere is getting to me
Wondering where can you go
To be all you can be
No regular joe wants to pull up and go
And wind up homesick
Where there's no one you know
Just a smoke and a beer
And the sports on tv
Being sorry you left
With no choice but to leave
(chorus)
No change in the weather
No change in me
I don't want to leave
But I can't live for free
Can't eat the air, can't drink the sea
No change in the weather
No change in me
You could shoot off a cannon
From the top of long's hill
And a gulliver's taxi might be all that you'd kill
We were promised the sun
And the moon and the stars
We got weathered old clapboard and salt-rusted cars
So I'll join in the leaving like all of the rest
Montreal, calgary, vancouver west
Lay down on the sidewalk
Kick off and die
And watch people not looking
As they hurry by

You'll never be the sun turning in the sky
And you won't be the moon above us on a moonlit night
And you won't be the stars in heaven although they burn so bright
But even on the deepest ocean you will be the light
You may not always shine as you go barefoot over stone
You might be so long together or you might walk alone
And you won't find that love comes easy but that love is always right
So even when the dark clouds gather you will be the light
And if you lose the part inside when loves turns round on you
Leaving the past behind is knowing you'll do like you always do
Holding you blind, keeping you true
You'll never be the sun turning in the sky
And you won't be the moon above us on a moonlit night
And you won't be the stars in heaven although they burn so bright

Kathleen : to pan and terry
Blown like a leaf on a warm summer breeze
A vision approached me as cool as you please
With her strawberry hair and a wink in her eye
To say I was smitten would not be a lie
Gathering courage I started to speak
To ask of her name but my heart felt too weak
Like I'd gone to heaven before I had died
I mumbled the question she calmly replied 'kathleen'
Well I remember my first motorbike
With her riding pillion I'd not heard the like
Of her giggles and squeels as we leaned left and right
And feeling her arms round my chest holding tight
Whilrwind romances were never my speed
But this one took off like a runaway steed
When she said she was having the time of her life
I knew then this vision would soon be my wife, kathleen
Oh kathleen the memories you've left me
They'll be with me through all of my days
Thinking there's safety in numbers no doubt
Acounts for the fact that the wholw town turned out
To behold how serenely she walked down the aisle
But trembled and blushed as I kissed her sweet smile
Picnics on beaches and punts on the lake
Luck seemed to serve us a slice of life's cake
That was more than enought to sustain us through years
When laughter would somehow give way to some tears kathleen
Oh kathleen the memories you've left me
They'll be with me through all of my days
Then at the ball she looked ever so sweet
Heavy with child but still light on her feet
Every head turned our way as we whirled o'er the floor
And I love her more than I'd loved her before
(instrumental)
Two caring children siobhan and marie
A grand little grandchild to bounce on my knee
They're a fine testimonial to all that was right
In keeping our candle of love burning bright, kathleen
Now as my life nears it's own eventide
It's almost as though she were here by my side
Such a presence an aura so perfectly made

Deck the halls (with boughs of holly)
Noel nouvelet
Patapan
The angels and the shepherds

Away in a manger,
Angels from the realms of glory
Good king wenceslas

Now that we have come this far
Don't be frightened by the night
Just let me be your guardian angel
You will be my guiding light
We've been on this road so long
And sometimes not know where we are
That's when I'd be your lost horizon
You would be my shangri la
Praise slips out so easily
It may not sound sincere
But it only seems to come to me
Whenever you are near
So thank you for the joy ou bring
Thank you for your love each night
I'll always be your guardian angel
Always be my guiding light
When the sun is far too strong
When the wind is cold as ice
That's when I'll be your life's oasis
You will be my paradise
So thank you for the joy you bring
Thank you for your love each night
I'll always be your guardian angel
Always be my guiding light
Yes I'll always be your guardian angel

When blossoms flower e'er 'mid the snows,
Upon a winter night,
Was born the child, the christmas rose,
The king of love and light.
The angels sang, the shepherds sang,
The grateful earth rejoiced;
And at his blessed birth the stars
Their exultation voiced.
Chorus:
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
Christ the lord.
Again the heart with rapture glows
To greet the holy night,
That gave the world it's christmas rose,
Its king of love and light
Let ev'ry voice acclaim his name,
The grateful chorus swell
From paradise to earth he came
That we with him might dwell.

The christmas season here at last
I wish you peace and joy
I'll sing this song of times long gone
And pray you will enjoy
For the fondest memories I recall
Were on a christmas morn'
When my dear father sang his songs
And christ the king was born
The songs he sang so loudly rang
Throughout our happy house
But when mother took her turn,
He sat as quietly as a mouse
The fondest memories I recall
Were on a christmas morn'
How mother sang the sweetest songs
And christ the king was born.
I am my father's son you know
And I sing on christmas day
I sing a song to days long gone
And those who've passed away
I have four children proud and strong
And they have children too
And on christmas morn they sing along
Just like we use to do
The fondest memories we shall have
Take place on christmas morn'
My children's children sing their songs

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountainside
The summer's gone and all the roses falling,
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And when ye come and all the flowers are dying,
and I am dead - as dead I well may be -
you'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me;
And I shall hear, though soft your tread above me,
And on my grave where warmer, sweeter be,
And ye shall bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountainside
The summer's gone and all the roses falling,
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And when you come and all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead - as dead as I well may be -
Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say Ave there for me;
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be,
And ye shall bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

Barbara allan to bill and anne mulloy of calgary, alberta
It was in and about the martinmas time
When the green leaves were a fallin'
That sir john graeme o' the west countree
Fell in love wi' barbara allan
He sent his men down thro' the town
To the place where she was dwellin'
O haste and come to my master dear
Gin ye be barbara allan
O hooly hooly rose she up
To the place where he was lyin'
And when she drew the curtain by
Young man I think yer dyin'
Oh it's I am sick and very very sick
And it's a for barbara allan
O the better for me ye se never be
Tho' your hearts blood be spillin'
Remember ye not in the tavern sir
When ye the cups were fillin'
How ye made the healths gae round and round
And slighted barbara allan
He turned his face unto the wa'
And death was with him dealin'
Adieu adieu my dear friands a'
Be kind tae barbara alan
Then hooly hooly raise she up
And slowly slowly left him
And sighing said she could not stay
Since death o'life had reft him
She hadnae gone a mile but twa
When she heard the deid bell knellin'
And every jow tha the deid bell gied
Cried woe tae barbara allan
O mother mother make my bed
O make it fast and narrow
Since my love died for me today

Ave maria gratia plena
Maria gratia plena
Maria gratia plena
Ave, ave dominus
Dominus tecum
Benedicta tu in mulieribus
Et benedictus
Et benedictus frutus ventris
Ventris tui jesus
Ave maria
Ave maria mater dei
Ora pro nobis pecatoribus
Ora, ora pro nobis
Ora ora pro nobis pecatoribus
Nunc et in hora mortis
In hora mortis nostrae
In hora mortis, mortis nostrae
In hora mortis nostrae

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost but know am found,
Was blind but know I see
"twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!
The lord has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be
As long as life endures.
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
'tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost but know am found,

The spanish lady : to ming and family
As I went down through dublin city
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I spy but a spanish lady
Washing her feet by candlelight
First she washed them then she dried them
Over a fire of amber coal
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the soul
(chorus)
Whack fo rthe toora loora lie
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack fo rthe toora loora lie
Whack for the toora loora lay
As I came back through dublin city
At the hour of half past eight
Who should I spy but the spanish lady
Brushing her hair in the broad daylight
First she brushed it then she tossed it
On her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so fair as the spanish lady
(chorus)
As I went back through dublin city
As the sun began to set
Who should I spy but the spanish lady
Catching a moth in a golden net
When she saw me then she fled me
Lifting her petticoat o'er her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so fair as the spanish lady
(chorus)
I've wandered north and I've wandered south
Throug stonybatter and patrick's close
Up and around the gloster diamond
And back by napper tandy's house
Old age has laid her hand on me
Cold as a fire of ashy coals
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so fair as the spanish lady

Scotland For Ever (Scotland the Brave) : To Cliff Hanley
Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters
Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters
Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs
Scotland's blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled
Towering in grandeur are dearer tae me
Land of the misty cloud land of the tempest loud
Land of the brave and proud land of the free
Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains
Te spirit of Scotia reigns fearless and free
Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain
And proudly she sings looking over the sea
Here among my mountains wild I have serenely smiled
When armies and empires against me were hurled
Firm as my native rock I have withstood the shock
Of England, of Denmark, or Rome and the world
But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing
Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path
The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing
Triumphantly riding through ruin and death
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs
Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan's wave
Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel
Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs
Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan's wave
Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel
Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave
Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave

Far frae my hame I wander but still my thoughts return
To my ain folk over yonder in the sheiling by the burn
I see the cosy ingle and the mist upon the brae
And joy and sadness mingle as I list some auld world lay
(chorus)
And it' oh but I'm longing for my ain folk
Though they be but lowly pure and plain folk
I am far beyond the sea but my heart will always be
At home in dear old scotland wi' my ain folk
A bonnie lassie's greetin' tho' she tries tae stay the tears
And sweet will be our meeting after many weary years
How my mother will caress me when I'm standing by her side
Now she prays that heaven will bless me through the stormy seas divide

Flow gently sweet afton : to barbara mcpherson
Flow gently sweet afton among the green braes
Flow gently I'll sing thee a song of thy praise
My marys' asleep by the murmuring stream
Flow gently sweet afton disturb not her dream
Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den
Thou greencrested lapwing thy screaming forbear
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair
Thy crystal stream aftom how lovely it glides
And winds by the cot where my mary resides
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave
As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave
Flow gently sweet afton among thy green braes
Flow gently sweet river the theme of my lays
My mary's asleep by the murmuring stream

Bluebells of scotland : to nat the cat, minnie and alec
O where tell me where has your heelin' laddie gone?
O where tell me where has your heelin' laddie gone?
He's gone wi' streamin' banners where noble deeds are done
And it's oh in my heart that I wish him safely hame
O what lassie what does your heelin' laddie wear?
O what lassie what does your heelin' laddie wear?
A scarlett coat and bonnet wi' bonnie yellow hair
And there's none in the world can wi' my sweet love compare
Oh what tell me what if your heelin' lad be slain
Oh what tell me what if your heelin' lad be slain
O no true love will be his guard
And bring him safe again
O my heart would break if my heelin' lad be slain
O what will you claim for your constancy tae him?
O what will you claim for your constancy tae him?
I'll claim a priest tae wed us and a clerk tae say amen

Believe me if all those endearing young charms : to my mother
Beleive me if all those endearing young charms
Which I gave on so fondly today
Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms
Like the fairy gifts fading away
Though would 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 fervour and faith of a soul can be known
To which time will but make thee more dear
No the heart which has truly loved never forgets
But as truly loves on to the close
As the sunflower turns on her guard when he sets

The Dutchman's not the kind of man
To keep his thumb jammed in the dam
That holds his dreams in
But that's a secret only Margaret knows
When Amsterdam is golden in the morning
Margaret brings him breakfast
She believes him
He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snows
He's mad as he can be
But Margaret only sees that sometimes
Sometimes, she sees her unborn children
In his eyes
Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers for me
The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes
His cap and his coat are patched with love
That Margaret sewed in
Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam
He watches tug boats down canals
And calls out to them
When he thinks he knows the captain
'Til Margaret comes to take him home again
Through unforgiving streets
A tripping though she holds his arm
Sometimes he thinks that he's alone
And calls her name
Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers for me
The windmills swirl the winter air
She winds his muffler tighter
They sit in the kitchen
And the tea with whiskey keep away the dew
He sees her for a moment, calls her name
She makes his bed up
Humming some old love song
She learned it when the tune was very new
He hums a line or two
They hum together in the night
The Dutchman falls asleep

Two island swans
They mated for life
And his faithful heart
Would not consider any other wife
With three years of peaceful joy
With the rushes of the pond
Proud and gentle was the love
Of the last two island swans.
There love was like a circle
With no beginning and no end
With his lady by his side
A treasure and best friend
And the pond was oh so peaceful
And the rising of the sun
Young and free as theisland breeze
Their lives had just begun
Till a dark day in november
With the seering cold that starts
Stalked the hunter with his bow
And put an arrow through her heart
(chorus)
And the cold wind blow
He was brave but he lay low
By her body in the isle of mist
I saw her give him one last cold kiss
One last cold kiss
Now swans like people
Talk of only one in this fair side
Though they brought him 20 ladies
He would take no other bride
And they say he will not move
From the place where she did fall
Once so proud he's beaten now
And he will not rise at all

O, my love is like a red, red rose that's newly sprung in june,
O, my love is like a melody that's sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in love am i;
And I will love thee still, my dear till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel awhile,
And I will come again, my dear,
Tho''twere ten thousand mile ...
Tho''twere ten thousand miles my dear,
Tho''twere ten thousand miles...
And I will come again, my dear,

There's a spot in me heart which no colleen may own,
There's a depth in me soul never sounded or known,
There's a place in my mem'ry, my life that you fill,
No other can take it, no one ever will,
(chorus)
Sure I love the dear silver that shines in your hair,
And the brow that's all furrowed and wrinkled with care.
I kiss the dear fingers so toil-worn for me,
Oh, God bless you and keep you, mother machree!
Ev'ry sorrow or care in the dear days gone by,
Was made bright by the light of she smile in your eye,
Like a candle that's set in a window at night,

Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree
Thou'lt aya be dear to thee
Entwined thou art wi' many ties
O'hame and infancy
Thy leaves were aye the first of spring
Thy flowers the summer's pride
There was nae sic a bonnie tree
In a' the country side
Oh rowan tree
How fair was thou in summer time
Wi' a'thy clusters white
How rich and gay thy autumn dress,
Wi' berries red and bright!
On thy fair stem were mony names
Which now nae mair I see
But they're engraven on my heart,
Forget they ne'er can be
Oh rowan tree
We sat aneath thy spreadin' shade
The bairnies round thee ran
They pu'd they bonnie berries red,
And necklaces they strang
My mither, oh! I see her still,
She smil'd our sports to see
Wi' little jeannie on her lap,
And jamie on her knee
Oh rowan tree
Oh there arose my father's pray'r
In holy ev'ning's calm
How sweet was them my mother's voice,
In the martyrs' psalm
Now a'are gane!
We meet nae mair aneath the rowan tree
But hallow'd thoughts around thee twine
O'hame and infancy

For all our languages we can't communicate
For all our native tongues we're all native here
Sons of their fathers' dream the same dream
The sound of forbidden words become a scream
Voices of anger, victims of history
Plundered and set aside, grown fat on swallowed pride
With promises of paradise and gifts of beads and knives
Missionaries and pioneers are all soldiers in disguise
Saviors and conquerors they make us wait
The fishers of men they wave their truth like bait
With the touch of a strangers' hand innocence turns to shame
The spirit that dwelt within it sleeps out in the rain
For all our native tongues we can't communicate
For all our native tongues we're all natives here
The scars of the past are slow to disappear
The cries of the dead are always in our ears
Only the very safe can talk about wrong and right
Of those who are forced to choose some will choose to fight
Promesses de paradis terrestre,
Presents de perles et de coutreaux
Missionnaires et poinniers sont des soldats saveurs deguises
Survivants et conquerants,
Ils nous font attendre
Des charlatans ondulant
Leur verite comme un applat
Au toucher d'une main atrange
L'innocence se convertit en deshonneur
L'esprit qui demeure a l'interieur
Dort dans la pluie
Malgre toutes nos langues,
Nous ne pouvons communiquer
Malgre toutes nos langues natives,
Nous sommes tous natifs ici
Les cicatrices du passe sont lentes a disparaitre
Les complaintes des morts resonnent toujours
Dans notre tete le bien du mal
De ceux forces de choisir,

I have heard the mavis singing
His love song to the moon
I have seen the dewdrop clinging
To the rose just nearly born
But a sweeter song has cheer'd me
At the evening's gentle close
And I've seen an eye still brighter
Than the dewdrop on the rose
'twas thy voice, my gentle mary,
And thine artless winning smile
That made this world an eden,
Bonie mary of argyle
Tho' thy voice may lose it's sweetness,
Thine eye it's brightness too
Tho' thy step may lack it's fleetness
And thy hair it's sunny hue
Still to me wilt thou be dearer
Than all the world shall own
I have loved thee for thy beauty,
But not for that alone
I have watched thy heart, dear mary
And it's goodness was the wile
That has made thee mine forever,

Now when I was a young man and I carried my pack
and I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty out back
I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915 my country said ";Son
It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done";
And they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war.
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As the ships pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers
We sailed off to Galipolli
And how I remember that terrible day
How our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs to the slaughter.
Johnnie Turk was ready, oh he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat we were all blown to hell
nearly blew us all back home to Australia.
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
as we stuck to bury our slain
We burned ours and the Turks buried theirs
and we started all over again
Those who were living just tried to survive
In a mad world of blood death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done and I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda
All round the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs a man needs both legs
No more Waltzing Matilda for me.
They collected the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled in to Circular Key
And I looked at the place where my legs used to be
I thanked Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to Pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
as they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
And turned all their faces away
So now every April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Renewing their dreams of past glory
I see the old men all tired, stiff and sore
The weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask ";What are they marching for?";
And I ask myself the same question
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year, the numbers get fewer
Some day none will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a berry,
As sweet as any flower,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To be our sweet Saviour.
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a berry,
As red as any blood;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
For to do us sinners good.
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a prickle,
As sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
On Christmas Day in the morn'.
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a bark,
As bitter as any gall;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
For to redeem us all.
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.

How can I go on
When I know I gave it all
Have I given too much?
Something inside your heart is pushing me aside
And it seems so on you baby
But it's so hard on me
What is it I'm seeing in your eyes?
The story that I'm reading says goodbye
Tell me baby where did we go wrong?
How did we lose a love so strong?
What can I say to make things right?
Baby hold on, don't leave tonight
There's no reason why this part of us should die
Don't say goodbye
Searching for answers
But they're oh so hard to find
'Cause I'm still loving you, baby
Oh, are you still loving me?
Baby don't you turn and close the door
Is it you don't love me any more?
Tell me baby where did we go wrong?
How did we lose a love so strong?
What can I say to make things right?
Baby hold on, don't leave tonight
There's no reason why this part of us should die
Don't say goodbye
Don't leave me now, all alone
Don't bring me down
'Cause I'm not that strong
I need your love to carry on
Tell me baby where did we go wrong?
How did we lose a love so strong?
What can I say to make things right?
Baby hold on, don't leave tonight
There's no reason why this part of us should die
Don't say goodbye
Tell me baby where did we go wrong?
How did we lose a love so strong?
What can I say to make things right?
Baby hold on, don't leave tonight
There's no reason why this part of us should die
Don't say goodbye
There's no reason why this part of us should die

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne;
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For days of auld lang syne.
And here's a hand, my trusty friend
And gie'd a hand o' thine
And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne;
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet

Steal away let's steal away
No reason left to stay
For me and you
Let's start a-new
And darling steal away
Steal away and chase some dreams
And hope they never find us
The dreary days
The empty nights
We'll leave them all behind us
(chorus)
We'll leave behind the city streets
The gloom and desolation
The rain the cold
Just growing old
God knows it's a hard old station
(chorus)
We'll leave with just a memory
And make a new beginning
We have to choose
To win or lose
And it's time we started winning

The lark in the clear air : to my sister margaret
Dear thoughts are in my mind
And my soul soars enchanted
As I hear the sweet lark sing
In the clear air of the day
For a tender beaming smile
To my hope has been granted
And tomorrow she shall hear
All my fond heart would say
I should tell her all my love
All my soul's adoration
And I think she will hear me
And will not say me nay
It is this that gives my soul
All it's joyous elation
As I hear the sweet lark sing

O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie?
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The ever lasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight
For Christ is born of Mary
And gathered all above
While mortals sleep the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love
O morning stars together
Proclaim the holy birth
And praises sing to God the King
And peace to men on earth
How silently how silently
The wondrous gift is given?
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heaven
No ear may hear His comin'
But in this world of sin
Where meek souls will receive Him still
The dear Christ enters in
O holy child of Bethlehem
Descend to us we pray
Cast out our sin and enter in
Be born in us today
We heard the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell
O come to us abide with us

Sweet sister mary what is this I hear
I hear that you're planning on leaving from here
And I fear that it's true there's a great empty space
Faces are crying all over the place
Stay mary stay
Tears and the rain and the dew occupy
The valley sweet mary where you say goodbye
Now while under the rain I was told by a fish
Sweet mary your plan to allow me one wish
Stay mary stay
The sun never shines o'er this valley
The mountains are crying all day
The trees never change from the autumn
Since mary said mary can't stay away, away, away
Sweet sister mary the church closed the doors
The men's brooms are sweeping the tears from the floors
And I know you'll be missed but I think we'll survive
Mary sweet mary may I say good-bye
Bye mary bye
Bye mary bye

My bonnie : (duet with briar boake) to lynn liddell
My bonnie lies over the ocean
My bonnie lies over the sea
My bonnie lies over the ocean
Bring back my bonnie to me
Last night as I lay on my pillow
Last night as I lay on my bed
I dreamt that my bonnie was dead
(chorus)
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my bonnie to me
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my bonnie to me
Bring back, bring back bring him back to me
Bring back, bring back bring her back to me
O blow ye winds over the ocean
O blow ye winds over the sea
O blow ye winds over the ocean
And bring back my bonnie to me

Ye banks and braes o' Bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I'm sae weary, fu' o' care!
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling birds,
That wanton through the flow'ring thorn
Ye mind me o' departed joys,
Departed, never to return.
Oft I have rove by bonnie doon,
To see the rose of woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang of its love,
And fondly sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I put a rose,
Full sweet upon the thorny tree.
But my false lover stole my rose,

When our love was new
Through spring's first morning sun
We'd run, only beginning
I never gave a thought
That sun and seasons change
It's strange, so soon it's the ending
Let me get my overcoat
Let me get my hat
When I'll lose the warmth of you
I'll need that
Let me put my rain shoes on
I'll need some of those
When I'll leave the warmth of you
I suppose, I'll need my winter clothes
Need my winter clothes
I never will forget
My summer sorceress
Your dress, light as the laughter
And golden leaves that fell
Like notes from a lover's song
Gone wrong, lost ever after
Let me get my overcoat
I'll need my scarf and gloves
When I'll face the chill of night
Without my love
Let me put my rain shoes on
I'll need some of those
I'll bring the days of golden sun
Took the clothes
Need my winter clothes
Need my winter clothes

Wild mountain thyme : to the mcpeake family of belfast
Oh the summer time is coming
And the trees are sweetly bloomin'
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the bloomin' heather
Will ye go lassie go and we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme?
All around the bloomin' heather
Will ye go lassie go
I will build my love a bower by yon pure crystal fountain
And on it I will pile all the flowers of the mountain
I will range throug the wild and the deep glen sae dreary
And return wi' my spoils to the bower of my deary
If my true love she were gone I'd surely find another
Where the wild mountain thyme grows around the bloomin' heather
Oh the summer time is comin' and the trees are sweetly bloomin'

I wandered today to the hills maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the creaking old mill maggie
Where we used to long long ago
The green growth is gone from the hills maggie
Where first the daisise spring
The creaking old mill is still maggie
Since you and I were young
Oh they say that I'm feeble with age maggie
My steps are much slower than then
My face is a well written page maggie
And time all along was the pen
Oh they say we have outlived our time maggie
As dated as songs that we've sung
But to me, you're as fair as you were maggie
When you and I were young
Oh they say we have outlived our time maggie
As dated as songs that we've sung
But to me, you're as fair as you were maggie
When you and I were young

We have been gay going our way
Life has been beautiful, we have been young
After you've gone, life will go on
Like an old song that we've sung
When I grow too old to dream
I'll have you to remember
When I grow too old to dream
Your love will live in my heart
So kiss me my sweet
And so let us part
And when I grow too old to dream
That kiss will live in my heart
After you've gone life will go on
Time will be tenderly melting our tears
Yet will I find you in my mind
Beckoning over the years
When I grow too old to dream
I'll have you to remember
When I grow too old to dream
Your love will live in my heart
So kiss me my sweet
And so let us part
And when I grow too old to dream
That kiss will live in my heart
So kiss me my sweet
And so let us part
And when I grow too old to dream
That kiss will live in my heart
And when I grow too old to dream

I am a sailor and you're my first mate
We signed on together, we coupled our fate
We hauled up our anchor determined not to fail
For the heart's treasure together we set sail
Withnomaps to guide us we steered our own course
We rode out the storms when the winds were gale force
We sat out the doldrums in patience and hope
Working together we learned how to cope
Life is an ocean, love is a boat
In troubled waters it keeps us afloat
When we started the voyage
There was just me and you
Now gathered around us we have our own crew
Together we're in this relationship
We've built it with care to last the whole trip
Our true destination is not marked on any chart
We're navigating for the shores of the heart
Life is an ocean, love is a boat
In troubled waters it keeps us afloat
When we started the voyage
There was just me and you
Now gathered around us we have our own crew
Life is an ocean, love is a boat
In troubled waters it keeps us afloat
When we started the voyage
There was just me and you

The spinningwheel : to eilly and teesa in philly
Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning
Close to the window yound eileen is spinning
Bent over the fire her blind grandmother sitting
Is crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting
Eileen achara I hear someone tapping
'tis the ivy dear mother against the glass flapping
Eilly I surely hear somebody sighing
'tis the sound mother dear of the summer winds dying
(chorus)
Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and brightly and airily ringing
Thrilss the sweet voice of the young maiden singing
What's that noise I hear at the window I wonder
'tis the little birds chirping the holly bush under
What makes you be shovin' and moving your stool on
And singing all wrong that old song of the coolin'
There's a form at the casement the form of her true love
And he whispers with face bent I'm waiting for you love
Get up on your stool through the lattice step lightly
We'll rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly
(chorus)
The maid shakes her head on her lips lays her fingers
Steals up from her seat longs to go and yet lingers
A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother
Puts one foot on the stool spins the wheel with the other
Lazily, easily swings now the wheel round
Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's sound
Noisless and light to the lattice above
The maid steps then leap to the arms of her lover
(chorus)
Slower and slower and slower the wheel swings
Lower and lower and lower the reel rings
Ere the reel and the wheel stopped there ringing and moving

The pale moon was rising above the green mountain,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea;
When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain,
That stands in the beautiful vale of tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me;
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
That made me love mary, the rose of tralee.
The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading
And mary all smiling sat listening to me;
The moon through the valley her pale rays were shining
When I won the heart of the rose of tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me;
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
That made me love mary, the rose of tralee.
On the far fields of india, mid war's bloody thunder,
Her voice was a solace and comfort to me,
But the cold hand of death has now torn us asunder
I'm lonely tonight for my rose of tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me;
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,

Oh mary this london's a wonderful sight
With the people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
But there's gangs of them that's what I've been told
So I just ook a hand at this digging for gold
But all that I found there I might as well be
Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea
I believe that when writing a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in london were dressed
Well if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball
They don't wear a top to their dresses at all!
Oh I've seen them myself, and you could not in truth,
Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be starting them fashions now, marry machree
Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea
You remember young peter o'loughlin, of course
Well, now he is here at the head of the force
I met him today, I was crossing the strand
And he stopped the whole street
With one wave of his hand
And there we stood talking of days that are gone
While the whole population of london looked on
But for all these great powers, he's wishful like me
To be back where dark mourne sweeps down to the sea
There's beautiful girls here - oh never you mind!
With beautiful shapes nature never designed
And lovely complexions, all roses and 'cream
But o'loughlin remarked with regard to the same:
"that if all those roses you venture to sip,
The colour might all come away on your lip"
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waiting for me

There is not in the wild world a valley so sweet,
As the vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;
Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart,
Ere, the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart,
Ere, the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene,
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green;
"twas not her soft magic of streamlet or rill,
Oh! no, it was something more exquisite still.
Oh! no, it was something more exquisite still.
"twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near,
Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear;
And who felt how the best charms of nature improve,
When we see them reflected from looks that we love,
When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Sweet vale of avoca, how calm could I rest,
In thy bosom of shade with the friends I love best,
Where the storm that we feel in this cold world should cease,
And our hearts like thy waters, be mingled in peace,

(chorus)
O cruel is the snow
That sweeps glencoe
And covers the grave o donald
And cruel was the foe
That raped glencoe
And murderd the house of
Macdonald
They came in a blizzard
We offered them heat
A roof o'er their heads
Dry shoes for their feet
We wined them and dined them
They ate of our meat
And they slept in the house of
Macdonald
(chorus)
They came from fort william
Wi' murder in mind
The campbells had orders
King william had signed
Put all to the sword
These words were underlined
And leave none alive called
Macdonald
(chorus)
They came in the night
When the men were asleep
This band o' argyles
Through snow soft and deep
Like murdering foxes
Among helpless sheep
They slaughtered the house of
Macdonald
(chorus)
Some died in their beds
At the hand of the foe
Some fled in the night
And were lost in the snow
Some lived to accuse him
That struck the first blow
But gone was the house of

The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a berry,
As sweet as any flower,
And mary bore sweet jesus christ,
To be our sweet saviour.
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a berry,
As red as any blood;
And mary bore sweet jesus christ,
For to do us sinners good.
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a prickle,
As sharp as any thorn,
And mary bore sweet jesus christ,
On christmas day in the morn'.
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a bark,
As bitter as any gall;
And mary bore sweet jesus christ,
For to redeem us all.
The rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The playing of the merry organ,

There is a voice in the silence
A voice ever calling
A voice like the song of a far distant sea
A music the soul
Of the wild breakers roaring
If floats like a dream
O'er the waters to me
I hear it with tears
And a heart wildly beating
While far and alone
In a strange land I roam
And I weep as I list
And my prayers give it greeting
The voice of the green isle
My country and my home
(chorus)
Oh green isle of erin
That waits for me yonder
Though fate may decree
T'is forever be part
Still exiled and lonely
Where ere I may wander
The green isle of erin
Remains in my heart
There is nowhere a sea
Like the blue rippling ocean
That surges around
And beside that dear strand
There's nowhere a star
That looks down in devotion
So bright as are those
That shine down on the land
(chorus)
With tears in my heart
Tears beyond all controlling
I wake and remember
An exile am i
And ipray as tho' between us
The wide seas are roaring
To come home to thee
It is only to die
Oh green isle of erin
That waits for me yonder
Though fate may decree
T'is forever be part
Still exiled and lonely
Where ere I may wander
The green isle of erin

By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling,
'michael, they are taking you away.
For you stole travelyns corn,
So the young might see the morn,
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.'
Chorus
Low lie the fields of athenry
Where once we watched the small freebirds fly.
Our love was on the wing,
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely rond the fields of athenry
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
'nothing matters, mary when you're free
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down,
Now you must raise our child with dignity.'
Chorus
By a lonely harbour wall,
As she watched the last star falling
As the prison ship said out against the sky
For she lived in hope and prayed,
For her love in botany bay
It's so lonely round the fields of athenry
Chorus

The cliffs of dooneen: to izabella and tadeusz
You may travel far from your own native home
Far away o'er the mountains far away o'er the foam
But of all the fine places that I've ever been
There's none can compare with the cliffs of dooneen
It's a nice place to be on a fine summer's day
Watching all the wild flowers that ne'er do decay
Oh the hare and the pheasant are plain to be seen
Making homes for their young round the cliffs of dooneen
Take a view o'er the mountain fine sites you'll see there
Yes in a high rocky mountain in the west coast of clair
Oh the towns of kilkee and kilrush can be seen
From the high rocky slopes round the cliffs of dooneen
So fare thee well to dooneen fare thee well for a while
And althoug we are parted by the ragin sea wild
Once again I will wander with my irisjh colleen

Oh! list to the strains of a poor irish harper
And scorn not the strings from his poor withered hand;
Oh remember his fingers could once move more sharper
To raise up the memory of his dear native land.
At fair or at wake I would twist my shillelagh
Or trip throught he jig in my brogues bound with straw;
And all the pretty maids in the village and the valley,
Loved their bold phelim brady, the bard of armagh
And when sergeant daeth in his cold arms shall embrace me
And lull me to sleep with sweet with sweet erin go bragh;
By the side of my kathleen, my young young wife, oh then place me,

Sonny, don't go away, I am here all alone
And your daddy's a sailor who never comes home
And the nights are so long and the silence goes on
And I'm feelin' so tired, I'm not all that strong
Sonny lives on a farm in a wide open space
Kick off your sneakers and let go the race
And you can lay down your head by a sweet river bed
But Sonny always remembers what it was his mama said
Sonny, don't go away, I am here all alone
And your daddy's a sailor who never comes home
And the nights are so long and the silence goes on
And I'm feelin' so tired, I'm not all that strong
Sonny carries a load, though he's barely a man
There ain't much to do, yet he does what he can
He watches the sea from a room by the stairs
The waves keep on rollin', they've done that for years
Sonny, don't go away, I am here all alone
And your daddy's a sailor who never comes home
And the nights are so long and the silence goes on
And I'm feelin' so tired, I'm not all that strong
It's a hundred miles to town, Sonny's never been there
Yet he goes to the highway and stands there and stares
And the mail comes at four and the mailman is old
But he still keeps his dreams full of silver and gold
Sonny, don't go away, I am here all alone
And your daddy's a sailor who never comes home
And the nights are so long and the silence goes on
And I'm feelin' so tired, I'm not all that strong
Sonny's dreams can't be real, they're just stories he's read
They're just stars in his eyes, they're just dreams in his head
Still he longs in his mind for the wild world outside
And I know I can't hold him though I've tried
And I've tried, and I've tried
Sonny, don't go away, I am here all alone
And your daddy's a sailor who never comes home
And the nights are so long and the silence goes on

Scotland for ever (scotland the brave) : to cliff hanley
Let italy boast of her gay gilded waters
Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters
Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs
Scotland's blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled
Towering in grandeur are dearer tae me
Land of the misty cloud land of the tempest loud
Land of the brave and proud land of the free
Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains
Te spirit of scotia reigns fearless and free
Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain
And proudly she sings looking over the sea
Here among my mountains wild I have serenely smiled
When armies and empires against me were hurled
Firm as my native rock I have withstood the shock
Of england, of denmark, or rome and the world
But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing
Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path
The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing
Triumphantly riding through ruin and death
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs
Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan's wave
Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel
Victorious in battlefield scotland the brave
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs
Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan's wave
Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel
Victorious in battlefield scotland the brave

Dear friend of mine, the weather's fine
Today I saw some ruins of the Roman worlds decline
And I climbed those Spanish steps, you heard so much about
But Rome has lost its glory, I don't know what it's about
I wish you were here
When the shadows falling and all the rushing traffic's still
I wish you were here
When the bells are ringing on the Seven Hills
I'll make my way to a small cafe
I wonder what you did today
I wish you were here
Dear one at home, I just flew in from Rome
Paris is a postcard all decked out in colour chrome
So I climbed the Eiffel Tower, I prayed at Notre Dame
But I just can't find the romance and I wonder why I came
I wish you were here
On the Champs-Elysees, lovers walking hand in hand
I wish you were here
When they take one look at me and seem to understand
This city of light is a lovely sight
But the first bright star I see tonight
I wish you were here
Now I write this from the plane
Drinking cheap champagne
Wondering how two people got so far apart
Wish you were here
Here in London where the rain is pouring down
I wish you were here
On this airplane headed back to New York town
I'll never leave you alone again
I'm coming home but until then
I wish you were here
I wish you were here

When I need to feel you near me
I stand in this quiet place
Where the silver light of countless stars
Falling on my face
Though they all shine so brightly
Somehow it comforts me to know
That some that burn the brightest
Died an eternity ago
Chorus
But your light still shines
It's one small star to guide me
And it helps me to hold back the dark
Your light's still shining in my heart
I'm learning how to live without you
And I never thought I could
And even how to smile again
I never thought I would
And I cherish your heart's memories
Cause they bring you back to life
Some caress me gently
And some cut me like a knife
Chorus
Can your soul be out there some where
Beyond the infinity of time
I guess you've found some answers now
I'll have to wait for mine
When my light joins with yours one day
We'll shine through time and space
And one day fall on a distant age
Upon some stranger's face
But your light still shines
It's one small star to guide me
And it helps me to hold back the dark
Your light's still shining in my heart

How old was i, 5 or 6 or so
The innocent years, long ago
Father on a chair reaching up so far
Crowning the tree, with that old tin star
And it shines so pretty diamonds in the sun
Nothin' but good things will ever come
Little boy don't grow up stay as sweet as you are
So you still gaze in wonder at that old tin star.
I grew up and I found a place to live
As I unpacked my things I found a gift
And it felt like home, though I'd come so far
For there in my hands was that old tin star
And it shines so pretty, diamonds in the sun
Nothing but good things, will ever come
Little boy don't grow up, stay as sweet as you are
So you still gaze in wonder, at that old tin star.
I have kids of my own and troubles I've had some
I've cried my tears and I've had my fun
I climb that chair and I reach out so far
And my son looks up at that old tin star
And it shines so pretty, diamonds in the sun
Nothing but good things will ever come
Little boy don't grow up, stay as sweet as you are

Lo how a rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung
Of jesse's lineage coming
As seers of old have sung
It came a blossom bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half spent was the night
Isaiah 'twas foretold it
The rose I have in mind
With mary we behold it
The virgin mother kind
To show god's love a right
She bore to us a savior
When half spent was the night
O flower whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air
Dispel in glorious splendor
The darkness everywhere
True man yet very god
From sin and death now save us

Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses!
In you let the minions of luxury rove;
Restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes,
Though they are scared to freedom and love:
Yet, caledonia; beloved are thy mountains,
Round their white summits though elements war;
Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
I sigh for the valley of dark loch nagar.
Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wander'd;
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid;
On chieftans long perish'd my memory ponder'd.
As daily I strode through the pine cover'd glade.
I sought not my home, till the day's dying glory
Gave praise to the rays of the bright polar star;
For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story,
Disclosed by the natives of dark loch nagar.
"shades of the dead! have I not heard your voices
Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale"
Surely the soul of the hero rejoices,
And rides on the wind, o'er his own highland vale.
Round loch nagar while the stormy mist gathers,
Winter presides in his cold icy car:
Clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers;
They dwell in the tempests of dark loch nagar.
Yet, caledonia; beloved are thy mountains,
I sigh for the valley of dark loch nagar.
"ill-starr'd, though brave, did no visions foreboding
Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause? "
Ah, were you destined to die at culloden,
Victory crown'd not your fall with applause:
Still were you happy in death's earthy slumber,
You rest with your clan in the caves of braemar;
The pibroch resounds, to the piper's loud number,
Your deeds on the echoes of dark loch nagar.
Years have roll'd on, loch nagar, since I left you,
Years must elapse ere I tread you again:
Nature or verdure and flowers has bereft you,
Yet still are you dearer than albion's plain.
England! thy beauties are tame and domestic
To one who has roved on the mountains afar:
Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic!
The steep frowning glories of dark loch nagar!
Yet, caledonia; beloved are thy mountains,

Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with a wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there's something there
There running my hands through her hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speaking but she doesn't know he's there
I want here everywhere
And if she's beside me I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her
Everywhere, knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there
I will be there and everywhere
Here there and everywhere
I will be there and everywhere

Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with a wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there's something there
There running my hands through her hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speaking but she doesn't know he's there
I want here everywhere
And if she's beside me, I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her
Everywhere, knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there
I will be there and everywhere
Here there and everywhere
I will be there and everywhere

We had an apartment in the city
Me and Loretta liked living there
Well it's been years since the kid's have grown
A life of their own and left us alone
John and Linda lived in Omaha
And Joe is somewhere on the road
And we lost Davey in the Korean war
And I still don't know what for
Don't matter anymore
You know that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wider everyday
And old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say
Hello in there, hello
Me and Loretta we don't talk much more
She sits and stares through the back door screen
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream, that we'd both seen
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy
We worked together at a factory
But what do I say?
If he asks what's new?
Nothing what's with you?
Nothing much to do
You know that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wider everyday
And old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say
Hello in there, hello
If you're out walking down the streets of town
And spot some hollow ancient eyes
Well please just don't pass them by and stare
As if you didn't care
Say hello in there, hello
You know that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wider everyday
And old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
Then maybe at the closing of your day
You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadow making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin
And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play
For the breezes blowing o'er the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they bloom
And the women in the uplands digging praties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know
For the stranger came and tried to teach us their way
They scorned us just for being what we are
But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams
Or light a penny candle from a star
And if there's going to be a life hereafter
And somehow I am sure there's going to be
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven

I don't have to look any further
Like I always used to do
No searching for some other unknown mystic lover
Now I've found the perfect friend in you
There are those I've known for a lifetime
Others, they're brand new
They come through lucky chance,
Some from brief romances
They'd all love to have a friend like you
But you took me by suprise
I wasn't ready for you
Something flashed before my eyes
Suddenly I adored you, adored you
I was never terminal lonely
From my sheltered point of view
My life was kind of simple, I hadn't built a temple
Dedicated to a friend like you
On the way from cradle to tombstone
There may be a lucky few
Who sail through life untroubled,
Floating on the bubbles
In the wake of special friends like you
When you took me by surprise
I couldn't help but allow
One day vague, the next day wise
To love you beyond tomorrow, tomorrow
You took me by surprise
I wasn't thinking of you
Suddenly realized
How much I really loved you, I love you
Now I don't need to look any further
Like I always used to do
No searching for some unknown mystic lover
Now I've found the perfect friend in you
Now I've found the perfect friend in you

It was a friday in april 1986,
The day that nightmare begun,
When the dust it fell down on our buildings and streets,
And entered our buildings at noon,
Touched the grass and trees, bicycyles, cars
Beds, books and picture frames too,
We stood around helpless, confused,
Nobody knew what to do.
At two o'clock on sunday the buses arrived,
A fleet of a thousand or more,
We were ordered to be on our way,
Not knowing what lay in store ,
Some of our citizens fled in dismay,
And looked for a good place to hide,
When four o'clock came and the last bus pulled out,
T'was the day that our lively town died.
(chorus)
And the shirts, sheets and hankerchiefs cracks in the wind,
On the window ledge the withering plants,
And the ladas and volgas are parked by the door,
And the bikes in it's usual stance.
Our evergreen tree lies withered and drooped,
They've poisoned our fertile land,
The streets speak a deafening silence,
Nothing stirs but the sand.
A visit back home is so eerie today,
A modern pompei in view,
To see all the old shops ond the forest hotel,
And the promyet cinema too.
The momentos we gathered all left behind,
Our photos and letters and cards,
The toys of our children untouchable now,
Toy soldiers left standing on guard.
So fare thee well pripchat, my home and my soul,
Your sorrow can know no relief.
A terrifying glimpse of the future you show,
Your children all scattered like geese,
The clothes lines still sways but the owners long gone.
As the nomadic era returns,
The questions in black and white blurred into grey,
The answer is too easy to learn.
(chorus)

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on loch lomon'
Where me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomon'
Oh, ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low,
And I'll be in scotland afore ye;
For me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomon'
'twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep sides o' ben lomon'
Where in a purple hue the heilan' hills we view,
An the moon comin' out in the gloamin'.
Oh, ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road,
And I'll be in scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomon'
The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring
And in sunshine the waters are sleepin'
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again
Tho' the waefu' may cease frae their greetin'.
Oh, ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road,
And I'll be in scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love will never meet again.

Annie laurie: to agnieszka
Maxwellton braes are bonnies where early fa's the dew
And it's there that annie laurie gied me her promise true
Gied me her promise true which n'er forgot shall be
And for bonnie annie laurie I'd lay me down an' dee
Her brow is like the snawdrift ner neck is like the swan
Her face is the fairest that e'er the sun shone on
That e'er e'er the sun shone on and dark blue is her e'e
And for bonnie annie laurie I'd lay me down and dee
Like dew on the gowan lyin' is the fa' of her fairy feet
And like winds in summer sighin' her voice is low and sweet
Her voice is low and sweet and she's a' the worls tae me
And for bonnie annie laurie I'd lay me down and dee

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne;
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For days of auld lang syne.
And here's a hand, my trusty friend
And gie'd a hand o' thine
And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne;
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet

Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters
Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters
Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs
Scotland's blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled
Towering in grandeur are dearer tae me
Land of the misty cloud land of the tempest loud
Land of the brave and proud land of the free
Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains
The spirit of Scotia reigns fearless and free
Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain
And proudly she sings looking over the sea
Here among my mountains wild I have serenely smiled
When armies and empires against me were hurled
Firm as my native rock I have withstood the shock
Of England, of Denmark, or Rome and the world
But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing
Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path
The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are
glancing
Triumphantly riding through ruin and death
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs
Deep eyed in gore is the green tartan's wave
Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel
Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs
Deep eyed in gore is the green tartan's wave
Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel
Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave

Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and, oh, so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow
Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow
Try to remember when life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow
Try to remember when life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow
Deep in December, it's nice to remember
Although you know the snow will follow
Deep in December, it's nice to remember
Without a hurt, the heart is hollow
Deep in December, it's nice to remember
The fire of September that made us mellow
Deep in December, our hearts should remember

And I love you so
The people ask me how
How I've lived till now?
I tell them, I don't know
I guess they understand
How lonely life has been
But life began again
The day you took my hand
And yes, I know
How lonely life can be
The shadows follow me
And the night won't set me free
But I don't let the evening get me down
Now that you're around me
And you love me too
Your thoughts are just for me
You set my spirit free
I'm happy that you do
The book of life is brief
And once a page is read
All but love is dead
That is my belief
And yes, I know
How lonely life can be
The shadows follow me
And the night won't set me free
But I don't let the evening bring me down
Now that you're around me
And I love you so
The people ask me how
How I've lived till now?

Cathedral bells were tolling and our hearts sang on
Was it the spell of Paris or the April dawn?
Who knows if we shall meet again
Or when rolling chimes bring speed again
I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces all day through
In that small cafe, the park across the way
The children's carousel, the chestnut trees, the wishing well
I'll be seeing you in every lovely summers day
In everything that's light and gay, I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun and when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you
I'll be seeing you in every lovely summers day
In everything that's light and gay, I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun and when the night is new

Hmm, silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
'Round yon virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, holy night
Son of God, oh, love's pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord at Thy birth

There is not in the wild world a valley so sweet,
As the vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;
Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart,
Ere, the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart,
Ere, the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene,
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green;
"twas not her soft magic of streamlet or rill,
Oh! no, it was something more exquisite still.
Oh! no, it was something more exquisite still.
"twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near,
Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear;
And who felt how the best charms of nature improve,
When we see them reflected from looks that we love,
When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Sweet vale of avoca, how calm could I rest,
In thy bosom of shade with the friends I love best,
Where the storm that we feel in this cold world should cease,
And our hearts like thy waters, be mingled in peace,