Way Down by Waterside [#2]

I once had a Springtime lover

with eyes deep as the river

and a heart wide as the tide.

'n the salt air gave a shiver

way down by waterside.

chorus: we went walking out together

to view the moving tide

and the moonlight shook n shimmered

way down by waterside.

and a love i had in summer

she was wild as any rover

and she took me for a ride.

a few hours we spent together

way down by waterside.

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now this love i've held through autumn

she has caught me when i've fallen

and she's stayed right by my side

all dreams are not forgotten

way down by waterside.

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so the spring time is returning

and i hear the gold finch warbling

and he flutters as he flies.

these lives that we've been living

will be gone with the tide.

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Way Down by Waterside

i once had a Springtime lover

with eyes wide as the river

and a heart full as the tide

in salt air she gave a shiver

way dow by waterside.

chorus: we went walkin out together

to view the movin tide

and the moonlight shook n shimmered

way down by waterside.

now a love i had in summer

she was wild as any rover

and she took me for a ride.

a few hours we spent together

way down by waterside.

[chorus]

this love i've held through Autumn

she has caught me when i've fallen

and she's stayed right by my side

some dreams we've had together

way down by waterside.

[chorus]

so the springtime is returning

and i hear the gold finch warbling.

all these lives that we've been living

will be gone with the tide

way down by waterside.

[chorus]

clear the Road or Ballad of the Irish Brigade

Clear the Road; clear the road is the phrase i am told

on the green flag i see out there wavin

clear the way; clear the way for the Irish Brigade

clear the way for the brave sons of Erin.

Just a twelve year old lad; scared hungry and sad

when he left in the year of fifty seven.

a few coins from his dad was all that he had

when he stepped on the pier in East Boston.

General Meagher he come 'round to the auld seaport town

was a fifty dollar bounty he promised:

"join for your new land in a brave Irish band

the south's for the rich n the british."

chorus

he stuck to his gun that day at Bull Run

even when the general went down right near him.

he was a man who stood tall that day in the fall

by a Maryland creek called "Antietam".

Little Mac had the "slows"; Abe said he must go.

It was Burnside chosen to replace him.

Next thing they would see was not the banks of the Lee;

but the shores of the old Rappahannock.

chorus

the bearded general in grey stood watchin all the day

as Burnside sent good men to slaughter.

he dodged shot 'n shell and he fought 'till he fell

and that night the northern lights came over.

chorus

[first verse is also the chorus]

A Pint for St. Patrick

one vision as i hang about

enraptured by a fall of stout

before the barkeep in this place;

myself with legends, some of the greats.

handle's down for to let pass

a stormy dream from brass to glass

place is packed with gal 'n gent

round tables live with merriment.

Parnell and Collins here now and chewin.

it's in their glass a storm is brewin.

there's Father O'neil,Tom Meagher and Tone.

while in the corner with Maude Gonne

Yeats is working on his Easter poem.

watch Christie Moore and Bob O'Dylan

click two pints and start to chillin

as just in from the land of free

is Clinton, Curley and the Kennedys.

Willie Shakespeare has been known to scrawl

his lengthy poems upon the wall.

and Christ himself tis said came out

when the favored brew was running out

and told the keep: "pour them more stout!"

Coleman of course has hand to bow

and Paddy Carty has flute to blow

Bono and Van the man bang in

with a blind guy named O'Carolan.

now the piper Keenan's about to start

when a sudden gust gives crowd to part

and standin there with staff in hand

is the saint who chased snakes from the land.

his beard is long; his bare feet dirty

convertin druid's made his throat all thirsty...

...now a jarring jar upon the bar

might remind some one of whom they are.

but just fore this is takin place

it's up there speaks Jim Joyce to Yeats

sayin:

"A Drink this Good is worth the Wait."

have a great and save time, friends

Angel of Mayo

a song by k "buck" Daly and K "harry" Harrington

from the county of Mayo so far cross the sea

there came once an angel of mercy

it's my time of dying she eases for me

i am waiting for Jesus to take me.

when just a young lass she walked bare foot on stones

to her home she would carry the water.

now she is near i won't face death alone

by my bed she is gentle as mother.

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here black, puerto rican, poor christian and jew

find beauty in her quiet wisdom.

look into her eyes, she'll not give up on you

in her heart we're all one of his children.

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1st verse is also the chorus

Angel of Mayo

on the death of Michael Collins

on the death of Michael Collins

the day they blew Mick Collins down

he'd been to home and all around:

laughed with friends in his cousin's pub;

again a cork man,

not a Dub

nor reb who rattled an empire's jewels and

sat with satan to bring home rule

when Dev himself could see it all

and left Mick standing with the ball.

He knew britania's great design

was bombs away if he did not sign.

that day he'd trod without alarm

by rutted road to family farm

to hold his own ones in his arms.

saw old friend faces in fields and slowed

near Bandon town as i am told:

a moonlit road; a craggy pass

is where the great one breathed his last.

The Ballad of Thomas Meagher [a song]

come you freedom loving folks a tale i'll tell to you.

my story might seem fanciful, but every word is true.

about the bold young Thomas Meagher from Waterford he come.

'tis said he didn't care to hear the beat of an English drum.

well schooled in world philosophies, he was a merchant's son.

A lover of great poetry, he was handy with a song.

he grew famed for giving orat'ries seditious to the crown

'till the judge he said that Thomas Meagher would be Van Deman bound.

if life it be a precious jewel and liberty a gem;

we should not forget the thoughts of freedom loving men.

to bosses in tasmania one day a note come 'round

was Thomas said:" this very night i'll be escaping from your town

come catch me if you're able", the brash young Meagher did say.

while their horses cleared the stable, he was rowing in the bay.

then near the town of Fredricksburg he lead his men up hill

where the foolish General Burnside sent so many to be killed.

the rebels poured a murderous fire from a wall by a sunken road;

yet in the rising tumult, an emerald banner showed.

if life it be a precious jewel and liberty a gem;

we should not forget the thoughts of freedom loving men.

death it came to Thomas Meagher in Montana late one day.

it was when the war was over. he'd been through the bloody frays.

they said that from a steamer he fell overboard and drowned.

in the wide river water, no body was ever found.

so come you independent folk wherever that you be

and give a thought to those who fought for human dignity.

if you're on the missouri, just a driftin way out there;

i hope you'll pause to say a prayer for the soul of Thomas Meagher.

if life it be a precious jewel and liberty a gem;

we should not forget the thoughts of freedom loving men.