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Three Galleys
02:43
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LYRICS
Three galleys come sailing to Porlock Side,
And stole me away a new-wed bride,
Who left my love lying dead on the shore,
Sailing out and away.
I never shall see my home no more.
Then up to her stepped the Danish King,
And her he would wed with a golden ring,
Who left my love lying dead on the shore,
Sailing out and away.
I never shall see my home no more.
The bride she made answer her tears between,
I never will wed with a cowardly king
Who left my love lying dead on the shore,
Sailing out and away.
I never shall see my home no more.
Then out of the galley they tossed the Bride,
And laughed as she drowned in the cruel tide.
Who left my love lying dead on the shore,
Sailing out and away.
I never shall see my home no more.
There came three galleys from Porlock Bay,
They fought with the Danes for a night and a day.
Who left my love lying dead on the shore,
Sailing out and away.
I never shall see my home no more.
They fought till the decks with blood ran red,
And every man of the Danes was dead.
Who left my love lying dead on the shore,
Sailing out and away.
I never shall see my home no more.
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An Bonnán Buí
04:29
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LYRICS
Oh the bonambuie that never broke out
On a drinking bout might as well have drunk
For his bones lie thrown on a naked stone
Where he lived all alone like a hermit monk
Oh the bonambuie I pity your lot
Though they say that a sot like myself is cursed
I was sober a while, but I will drink and be wise
For I fear I may die in the end of thirst
It’s not for the kind word that I would mourn
The blackbird the corncrake or the crane
But the bonambuie who is shy and apart
And drinks in the marsh from the lone bog drain
If I had known you were near your death
While my breath held out I’d have run to you
Until the splash in the Lake of the Son of the Bird
Your soul would have stirred and waked anew.
And my true love told me to drink no more
Or my life could be over in a little while
But it’s the taste of the whisky gives me health and strength
And will lengthen my road by many a mile
You can see how the bird of the long smooth neck
How he gets his death from the thirst at last
So come, son of my soul, and fill up your glass
For you’ll get no more sup when this life has passed
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LYRICS
One pleasant summer's morning when flowers were a blooming
And nature was adorning and the song birds sweetly tuning
I met my love near Banbridge Town, my darling blue eyed Sally
For she is the queen of the County Down, the flower of Magherally
With admiration I did gaze on that fair maiden
And Adam ne'er so much pleased as when he saw Eve in Eden
Like Venus bright she did appear, my charming blue eyed Sally oh
I think that I am blessed when I am near, the flower of Magherally oh
And I know the day will surely come when we join hands together oh
And I'll bring my darling girl home in spite of wind or weather oh
And let them all say all that they will and let them rail and rally oh
For I shall wed the girl I love, the flower of Magherally oh
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5. |
My Son John (live)
03:10
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Remorae Oxford, UK
Remorae are a collective of folk and electronic musicians who bonded over a love of ‘genre-bending’ [Folk Radio UK] folk
music, who began life as an Upcycled Sounds experimental recording residency project, Folkatron Sessions.
Their debut album came out at the end of 2020, and has been featured by Songlines Magazine, BBC R2, BBC R3, BBC 6 Music and Folk Radio. Signed to Upcycled Sounds Records.
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