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  • #16
    The Rising of the Moon

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    • #17
      The Meeting of the Waters - Maureen Hegarty
      I google because I'm not young enough to know everything.
      Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit

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      • #18
        The Spanish Lady

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        • #19
          ohn McCormack: The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls
          I google because I'm not young enough to know everything.
          Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit

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          • #20
            The Mountain Dew

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            • #21
              Mo Róisín Dubh

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              • #22
                Eileen a Rúin

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                • #23
                  Song of Fionnuala

                  One of my favs

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                  • #24
                    Mo bhrón ar an Bhfarraige

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                    • #25
                      Trasna na Dtonnta

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                      • #26
                        The Lark in the Clear Air

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                        • #27
                          The Spinning Wheel

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                          • #28
                            Are ye right there Michael are ye right....https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7w7eH6JuL50

                            Are Ye Right There, Michael?
                            (Percy French, 1902)

                            You may talk of Columbus's sailing
                            Across the Atlantical sea
                            But he never tried to go railing
                            From Ennis as far as Kilkee
                            You may run for the train in the mornin'
                            The excursion TRAIN starting at eight
                            You're there when the clock gives the warnin'
                            And there for an hour you'll wait

                            (Spoken)
                            And as you're waiting in the train
                            You'll hear the guard sing this refrain

                            "Are ye right there, Michael? Are ye right?
                            Do you think that we'll be there before the night?
                            Ye've been so long in startin'
                            That you couldn't say for sartin' (certain)
                            Still ye might now, Michael, so ye might!"

                            They find out where the engine's been hiding
                            And it drags you to Sweet Corofin
                            Says the guard "Back her down on the siding
                            There's the goods from Kilrush coming in"
                            Perhaps in comes in in two hours
                            Perhaps it breaks down on the way
                            "If it does," says the guard, "by the powers
                            We're here for the rest of the day"

                            (Spoken)
                            And while you sit and curse your luck
                            The train backs down into a truck

                            "Are ye right there, Michael? Are ye right?
                            Have ye got the parcel there for Mrs. White
                            Ye haven't, Oh begorra
                            Say it's comin' down tomorra
                            And it might now, Michael, so it might!"

                            At Lahinch the sea shines like a jewel
                            With joy you are ready to shout,
                            When the stoker cries out "There no fuel
                            And the fire's taytotally out.
                            "But hand up that bit of log there
                            I'll soon have ye out of the fix
                            There's a fine clamp of turf in the bog there
                            And the rest go a-gatherin' sticks

                            (Spoken)
                            And while you're breakin' bits of trees
                            You'll hear some wise remarks like these

                            "Are you right there, Michael? Are ye right?
                            Do ye think that ye can get the fire to light?"
                            "Oh, an hour you'll require
                            For the turf it might be drier"
                            "Well it might now, Michael, so it might!"

                            Kilkee! Oh you never get near it!
                            You're in luck if the train brings you back
                            For the permanent way is so queer
                            It spends most of it's time off the track
                            Uphill the old engine is climbin'
                            While the passengers push with a will
                            You're in luck when you reach Ennistymon
                            For all the way home is down hill
                            So we might now Michael so we might.

                            (That's all I have.....I'm presuming that these come next....)

                            "Are you right there, Michael, are ye right?
                            Do you think that we'll be there before it's light?"
                            "Tis all dependin' whether
                            The ould engine howlds together -"
                            "And it might now, Michael, so it might!"

                            Are you right there Michael are you right?
                            Do you think we'll make it home before the night
                            Ah, with all the stoppin' and startin'
                            Sure you never can be certain,
                            We'll sail be the tide....aarghhhh !!

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                            • #29
                              Originally posted by DAMNTHEWEATHER View Post
                              Are ye right there Michael are ye right....https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7w7eH6JuL50

                              Are Ye Right There, Michael?
                              (Percy French, 1902)

                              You may talk of Columbus's sailing
                              Across the Atlantical sea
                              But he never tried to go railing
                              From Ennis as far as Kilkee
                              You may run for the train in the mornin'
                              The excursion TRAIN starting at eight
                              You're there when the clock gives the warnin'
                              And there for an hour you'll wait

                              (Spoken)
                              And as you're waiting in the train
                              You'll hear the guard sing this refrain

                              "Are ye right there, Michael? Are ye right?
                              Do you think that we'll be there before the night?
                              Ye've been so long in startin'
                              That you couldn't say for sartin' (certain)
                              Still ye might now, Michael, so ye might!"

                              They find out where the engine's been hiding
                              And it drags you to Sweet Corofin
                              Says the guard "Back her down on the siding
                              There's the goods from Kilrush coming in"
                              Perhaps in comes in in two hours
                              Perhaps it breaks down on the way
                              "If it does," says the guard, "by the powers
                              We're here for the rest of the day"

                              (Spoken)
                              And while you sit and curse your luck
                              The train backs down into a truck

                              "Are ye right there, Michael? Are ye right?
                              Have ye got the parcel there for Mrs. White
                              Ye haven't, Oh begorra
                              Say it's comin' down tomorra
                              And it might now, Michael, so it might!"

                              At Lahinch the sea shines like a jewel
                              With joy you are ready to shout,
                              When the stoker cries out "There no fuel
                              And the fire's taytotally out.
                              "But hand up that bit of log there
                              I'll soon have ye out of the fix
                              There's a fine clamp of turf in the bog there
                              And the rest go a-gatherin' sticks

                              (Spoken)
                              And while you're breakin' bits of trees
                              You'll hear some wise remarks like these

                              "Are you right there, Michael? Are ye right?
                              Do ye think that ye can get the fire to light?"
                              "Oh, an hour you'll require
                              For the turf it might be drier"
                              "Well it might now, Michael, so it might!"

                              Kilkee! Oh you never get near it!
                              You're in luck if the train brings you back
                              For the permanent way is so queer
                              It spends most of it's time off the track
                              Uphill the old engine is climbin'
                              While the passengers push with a will
                              You're in luck when you reach Ennistymon
                              For all the way home is down hill
                              So we might now Michael so we might.

                              (That's all I have.....I'm presuming that these come next....)

                              "Are you right there, Michael, are ye right?
                              Do you think that we'll be there before it's light?"
                              "Tis all dependin' whether
                              The ould engine howlds together -"
                              "And it might now, Michael, so it might!"

                              Are you right there Michael are you right?
                              Do you think we'll make it home before the night
                              Ah, with all the stoppin' and startin'
                              Sure you never can be certain,

                              That song is a great work in my view, I love it.

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                              • #30
                                Sean O Duibhir an Gleanna

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