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The Blarney Roses

by Life Of Riley

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Sligo Maid 03:30
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Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow It might be down in Limerick town, it might be in Mayo It's somewhere in the Emerald Isle & this I want to know Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow Twas over in old Ireland near the town of Cushendall One morn I met a damsel there, the fairest of them all 'Twas with my young affections & my money did she go & she told me she belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow It might be down in Limerick town, it might be in Mayo It's somewhere in the Emerald Isle & this I want to know Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow Her cheeks were like the roses & her hair a raven hue Afore that she was done with me she had me raving too She left me sorely stranded not a coin she left you know & she told me she belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow It might be down in Limerick town, it might be in Mayo It's somewhere in the Emerald Isle & this I want to know Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow They've roses in Killarney & the same in County Clare But 'pon my word those roses, boys I can't find anywhere She blarney'd me & by the powers She left me broke ho ho Did this damsel that belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow It might be down in Limerick town, it might be in Mayo It's somewhere in the Emerald Isle & this I want to know Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow Acushla gra macree me boys she murmured soft did she If you belong to Ireland it's yourself belongs to me Her Donegal comeallye brogue it captured me you know Bad luck to her & bugger the place where the Blarney Roses grow Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow It might be down in Limerick town or over in Mayo It's somewhere in the Emerald Isle & this I want to know Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow It might be down in Limerick town, it might be in Mayo It's somewhere in the Emerald Isle & this I want to know Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow
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n the year of our Lord 1806 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’d an elegant craft, it was rigged fore & aft & how the trade winds drove her She had 23 masts & she stood several blasts And they called her the Irish Rover & it’s fare thee well, my pretty little girl, for I must sail away (& they’ve all got knobs on) Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, for I must sail away There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee There was Hogan from County Tyrone There was Johnny McGwirk who was scared stiff of work And a man from West Meath called Malone There was Slugger O'Toole, he was drunk as a rule & Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover & your man, Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann Was the skipper of the Irish Rover & it’s fare thee well, my pretty little girl, for I must sail away (& they’ve all got knobs on) Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, for I must sail away We had 1 million bags of the best Sligo rags We had 2 million barrels of stones We had 3 million bails of old nanny goats tails We had 4 million barrels of bones We had 5 million hogs, 6 million dogs 7 million barrels of porter We had 8 million sides of old blind horses hides In the hold of the Irish Rover & it’s fare thee well, my pretty little girl, for I must sail away (& they’ve all got knobs on) Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, for I must sail away & it’s fare thee well, my pretty little girl, for I must sail away (& they’ve all got knobs on) Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, for I must sail away We had sailed 7 years when the measles broke out And the ship lost its way in the fog And that whale of a crew was reduced down to 2 Just myself and the Captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock, what a terrible shock The bulkhead was turned right over Turned 9 times around & t' poor old dog was drowned I'm the last of The Irish Rover & it’s fare thee well, my pretty little girl, for I must sail away (& they’ve all got knobs on) Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, for I must sail away
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Near Banbridge Town in the County Down One morning last July From a boreen green came a sweet colleen And she smiled as she passed me by She looked so sweet from her two bare feet To the sheen of her nut brown hair Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself For to see I was really there From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin Town No maid I've seen like the brown colleen That I met in the County Down As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head And I looked with a feelin' rare And I says, says I, to a passer-by Who's the maid with the nut brown hair He smiled at me and he says, says he That's the gem of Ireland's crown Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann She's the star of the County Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin Town No maid I've seen like the brown colleen That I met in the County Down At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes With my shoes shone bright & my hat cocked right For a smile from my nut brown rose No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke Till my plough turns rust coloured brown Till a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the star of the County Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin Town No maid I've seen like the brown colleen That I met in the County Down Near Banbridge Town in the County Down One morning last July From a boreen green came a sweet colleen And she smiled as she passed me by She looked so sweet from her two bare feet To the sheen of her nut brown hair Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself For to see I was really there From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin Town No maid I've seen like the brown colleen That I met in the County Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin Town No maid I've seen like the brown colleen That I met in the County Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin Town No maid I've seen like the brown colleen That I met in the County Down
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Corn Rigs 03:50
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It was all for our rightful king We left fair Scotland’s strand It was all for our rightful king We e'er saw Irish land my dear We e'er saw Irish land Now all is done that may be done & all is done in vain My love & native land farewell For I must cross the main my dear For I must cross the main He turned him right & round about Upon the Irish shore & gave his bridal reins a shake Here’s adieu for ever more my dear Here’s adieu for ever more The soldier from the wars returns The sailor from the main But I have parted from my love Never to meet again my dear Never to meet again When day is done & night is come & all folk bound to sleep I think on him that’s far away The lee long night & weep my dear The lee long night & weep
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Rattling Roaring Willie O he's gone to the fair For to sell his fiddle and buy some other ware But parting with his fiddle the salt tear filled his e'e Rattling Roaring Willie you’re welcome home to me O Willie come sell your fiddle, O sell your fiddle so fine O Willie come sell your fiddle and buy a pint o’ wine If I should sell my fiddle the world would think I was mad For many a ranting day my fiddle and I have had As I came by the tavern I cannily looked within Rattling Roaring Willie was sitting at yon board end Sitting at yon board end and in good company Rattling Roaring Willie you’re welcome home to me.

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This is a collection of traditional, mostly Irish songs and ceilidh dance tunes performed with unique style and flair.
But be warned that listening to some of these tracks may lead to a great deal of foot tapping and jigging about.

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released November 24, 2014

Morris Wintle - Vocals, guitar, tenor banjo, keyboard.
Penny Plowden - Vocals, Irish Whistles.

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Life Of Riley UK

Life Of Riley's mission is to save hundreds of beautiful songs & tunes from being forgotten in the mists of time, launching them refreshed & rejuvenated into the 21st Century, perchance gladdening the hearts & souls of all who would dare to listen.
The band consists of Morris Wintle ( vocals, guitar, banjo, mandolin, mandola, keyboards ) & Penny Plowden ( vocals, Irish whistles ).
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