1.Step It Out Mary
(Chorus)
(So) Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out, Mary, if you can
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out, Mary, if you can
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman
In the village of Kilgory, there's a maiden young and fair
Her eyes shine like diamonds, she has long and golden hair
The horseman, he comes riding, riding up to her father's gates
On a pure-white stallion, and he comes at the strike of eight
(Chorus)
I have come to court your daughter, Mary of the golden hair
I have gold and I have silver, I have goods beyond compare
I will buy her silks and satins and a gold ring for her hand
She shall have a mansion, she'll have servants to command
(Chorus)
'I don't want your gold and silver, I don't want your house and
land
I am in love with a soldier, I have promised him my hand'
But the father spoke up sharply： 'You will do as I command,
You'll get married on a Sunday and you'll wear that wedding
band'
(So) Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out, Mary, if you can
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out, Mary, if you can
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs
In the village of Kilgory there's a deep stream flowing by
In on her wedding day at midnight she drowns with her soldier
boy
In the cottage there is music, you can hear her father say：
'Oh step it out, Mary, (my fine) my fine daughter, Sunday is
your wedding day
Sunday is your wedding day, Sunday is your wedding day'
(Refrain X3)
Step it out, step it out, step it out, step it out
Step it out, step it out, step it out, step it out
Step it out, step it out, step it out, step it out
Step it out, Mary
(If you can)
(Chorus X2)
2.As I Roved Out
As I roved out on a May mornin'
On a May mornin', right early
I spied my love upon the way
Oh Lord, but she was early
Her shoes were black, her stockings white
And her buckles shone like silver
She had a dark and rovin' eye
And her earrings touched her shoulders
(Chorus)
And she sang：
'A lith a dlddle, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee
Cha hiddle hundiddy, cha hiddle hundiddy
and cha lan day'
And she sang：
'A lith a dlddle, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee
Cha hiddle hundiddy, cha hiddle hundiddy
and cha lan day
and cha lan day'
How old are you my bonny be girl
how old are my darlin'
How old are you my bonny be girl
'I'll be seventeen on Sunday'
While I went to her house at the top of the hill
And the moon was shinin' clearly
She arose to let me in
but her mother chanced to hear me
(Chorus)
When she caught her by the hair of the head
And out of the room, she brought her
And with the root of a hazel branch
She was the well-beat daughter.
'Will you marry me now, me soldier boy？
Will you marry me now, or never？
Will you marry me now, me soldier boy？
Can you see I'm done forever？'
Well I won't marry you, my bonnie be girl
Well I won't marry you, my darlin'
For I have got a wife at home
And how can I disown her？
(Chorus)
Well, a pint at night is my delight
And a gallon in the mornin'
The old women' they are my heartbreak
But the young ones are my darlin's
As I roved out on a May morning
On a May morning, right early
I spied my love upon the way
Oh Lord, but she was early
(Chorus)
And she sang：
'A lith a dlddle, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee
Cha hiddle hundiddy, cha hiddle hundiddy
and cha lan day
and cha lan day.'
3.The Fields Of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl callin'：
'Michael, they have taken you away
For you stole Trevelyn's corn
So the young might see the morn
As a prison ship lies waiting in the bay'
(Chorus)
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round 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 harbor wall
She watched the last star fallin'
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she lives to hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry
(Chorus X2)
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.
4.On The One Road
(Chorus)
We're on the one road
Sharing the one load
We're on the road to 'God knows where'
We're on the one road
It may be the wrong road
But we're together now, who cares？
North men, South men, comrades all
Dublin, Belfast, Cork and Donegal
We're on the one road swinging along
Singing a soldier's song
Though we've had our troubles now and then
Now is the time to make them up again
Sure aren't we all Irish anyhow
Now is the time, step together now
(Chorus)
Tinker, tailor, every mother's son
Butcher, baker shouldering his gun
Rich man, poor man, every man in line
All together just like Auld Lang Syne
(Chorus)
Night is darkest just before the dawn
From dissention Ireland is reborn
Soon we'll all be united Irishmen
Make our land a nation once again
(Chorus)
Though we've had our troubles now and then
Now is the time to make them up again
Sure aren't we all Irish anyhow
Now is the time, step together now
(Chorus)
5.Raglan Road
On Raglan Road, on an Autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might some day rue
I saw the danger, yet I passed
Along the enchanted way
And I said： 'let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day'
And I said： 'let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day'
On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine, where can be seen
The worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such, by such
Is happiness thrown away
I loved too much and by such, by such
Is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret sign
That's a-known to the artists who have known
True gods of sound and stone
And word and tint without stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there
And her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May
With her own name there
And her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly, my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the Angel woos the clay
He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
When the Angel woos the clay
He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
At the dawning of the day
6.Whiskey In The Jar
As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains.
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier.
I said：'Stand and deliver for you are the bold deciever'.
Musha ring dum-a do dum-a da, Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar.
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and i brought it home to Jenny.
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me.
But the Devil take the women for they never can be easy.
Musha ring dum-a do dum-a da, Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar.
I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber.
I dreamt of golden jewels and for sure it was a wonder.
For Jenny drew my charges and she filled them up with water.
Then sent for Captian Farrell to be ready for the slaughter.
Musha ring dum-a do dum-a da, Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar.
Twas early in the mornin' just before i rose to travel.
Up came a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell.
So I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier.
But i couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner i was taken.
Musha ring dum-a do dum-a da, Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar.
Musha ring dum-a do dum-a da, Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar.
If anyone can aid me it's my brother in the Army,
And if i could find his station in Cork or in Killarney,
And if he'd go with me we'd go rovin' through Killkenny,
And im sure he'd treat me better than my darlin' sportin' Jenny.
Musha ring dum-a do dum-a da, Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar.
Musha ring dum-a do dum-a da, Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar. (x2)
7.Leaving Of Liverpool
Fare thee well to Prince's Landing Stage
River Mersey, fare thee well
I am bound for 'Californi'
It's a place that I know right-well
(Chorus)
So fare thee well, my own true love
And when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling, when I think of thee
I have signed on a Yankee Clipper ship
'Davy Crockett' is her name
And Burgess is the Captain of her
And they say she's a floating shame
(Chorus)
I have sailed with Burgess once before
He's a man I know right-well
If a man is a sailor, he can get along
And if nothin' he is sure in Hell
(Chorus)
Now the sun is on the harbour, love
And I wish I could remain
For I know it will be a long, long time
Before I see you again
(Here we go!)
(Chorus X2)
8.Red Is The Rose
Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the road, love
And I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever
Red is the rose that yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any
T'was down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
When the moon and the stars, they were shining
The moon shown its rays on her locks of golden hair
And she swore she'd be my love forever
It's not for the parting that my sister pains
It's not for the grief of my mother
It's all for the loss of my Bonnie Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever
9.Star Of The County Down
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
One evening last July
Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so neat in her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself
To make sure I was standing there.
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
That I met in the County Down.
As she onward sped I shook my head
And I gazed with a feeling queer
And I said, says I, to a passerby
'Who's your one with the nut-brown hair？'
He smiled at me, and with pride says he,
'She's the gem of old Ireland's crown.
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
And the star of the County Down.'
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
That I met in the County Down.
She'd a soft brown eye and
a look so sly and a smile like the rose in June
And you held each note from her auburn throat,
as she lilted lamenting tunes
At the pattern dance you'd be in trance
as she skipped through a jig or reel
When her eyes she'd roll, as she'd lift soul
And your heart she would likely steal
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
That I met in the County Down.
At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
and I'll dress my Sunday clothes
With my hat cocked right and my shoes shon bright
for a smile from the nut-brown Rose
No horse I'll yoke, or pipe I smoke,
'til the rust in my plough turn brown
And a smiling bride by my own fireside
sits the star of the County Down
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
That I met in the County Down.
She'd a soft brown eye and
a look so sly and a smile like the rose in June
And you held each note from her auburn throat,
as she lilted lamenting tunes
At the pattern dance you'd be in trance
as she skipped through a jig or reel
When her eyes she'd roll, as she'd lift soul
And your heart she would likely steal
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
That I met in the County Down.
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
One evening last July
Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so neat in her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself
To make sure I was standing there.
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
That I met in the County Down.
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
That I met in the County Down.
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
That I met in the County Down.
10.Boolavogue
At Boolavogue, as the sun was setting
O'er the bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought the neighbours from far and near.
Then Father Murphy, from old Kilcormack,
Spurred up the rock with a warning cry;
'Arm! Arm!' he cried, 'for I've come to lead you,
For Ireland's freedom we fight or die.'
He led us on 'gainst the coming soldiers,
And the cowardly Yeomen we put to flight;
'Twas at the Harrow the boys of Wexford
Showed Bookey's Regiment how men could fight
Look out for hirelings, King George of England,
Search ev'ry kingdom where breathes a slave,
For Father Murphy from the County Wexford
Sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave.
At Vinegar Hill, o'er the pleasant Slaney,
Our heroes vainly stood back to back,
And the Yeos at Tullow took Father Murphy
And burned his body upon the rack.
God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy
And open heaven to all your men;
The cause that called you may call tomorrow
In another fight for the Green again.
11.Cavan Girl
As I walk the road from Killeshandra, weary, I sat down
For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town
Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl, so fair
The Autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare
Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colour of her hair
My gaze retreats, defies my feet, and once again I sigh
As the broken pool of sky reminds the colour of her eyes
At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning, where she can be found
And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan Town
If my luck will hold I'll have the golden summer of her smile
And to break the hearts of Cavan men she'll talk to me a while
So next Sunday evening finds me homeward, Killeshandra bound
To work the week 'til I return to court in Cavan Town
When asked if she would be my bride, at least she'd not say no
So next Sunday morning I'll rouse myself and back to her, I'll
go
As I walk the road from Killeshandra, weary, I sat down
For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town
Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl, so fair
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl, so fair.
12.The Rising Of The Moon
Oh come tell me Sean O'Farrell tell me why you hurry so
Husha buachaill hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow
I bear orders from the captain get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon
Oh come tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gath'rin is to be
At the old spot by the river quite well known to you an' me
One more word for signal token whistle out the marchin' tune
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon by the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon
Out of many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the
night
Many manly heart was beating for the blessed warning light
Murmers rang along the valleys to the banshees lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon by the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marchin' tune
And hurrah, me bous, for freedom at the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon by the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon by the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon by the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon by the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon at the rising of the moon
And an army fights for freedom at the rising of the moon
13.Green Fields Of France
Well how do you do, young Willy 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 nineteen
When you joined the great fallen in nineteen-sixteen
I hope you died well
And I hope you died clean
Oh young Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene？
(Chorus)
Did they beat the drums 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 in chorus？
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest？
Did you leave here a wife or a sweetheart behind？
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined？
Although you died back in nineteen-sixteen
In that faithful heart, are you forever nineteen？
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed then forever behind a glass pane
In an old photograph torn, battered, and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame？
(Chorus)
The sun now shines o'er the green fields of France
There's a warm summer breeze that makes the red poppies dance
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no gun 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
(Chorus)
Now young Willy McBride, I can't help but wonder, why？
Do those that lie here know why they died？
And did they believe when they answered the call？
Did they really believe that this war would end wars？
For the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the shame
The killing and dying were all done in vain
For young Willy McBride it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again
(Chorus X2)
14.The Irish Rover
In the year of our lord eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the coal quay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall of New York
We had an elegant craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her
She had twenty seven masts
And withstood several blasts
And they called her The Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man, Mick McCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had five million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had six million barrels of stones
We had seven million bales of old nanny goats tails
We had eight million barrels of bones
We had nine million hogs
ten million dogs
eleven million barrels of porter
We had twelve million sides of old blind horses hides'
In the hold of the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in a fog
And that whole of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Well the ship struck a rock
Oh Lord! what a shock
The boat she turned right over
She turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of The Irish Rover
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