May. 22nd, 2006

more proof

May. 22nd, 2006 01:54 pm
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that a large bunch of irish songs begin with 'boy meets girl' and 'girl takes boy into the heather.' i give you "Red Haired Mary"

As I was going to the Faire in Dingle,
One fine morning last July,
Walking down the road before me,
A red-haired girl I chanced to spy.

I stepped up to her, says I "Young Lady,
My donkey, he can carry two."
She looked at me, her eyes a-twinkle
And her cheeks they were a rosy hue.

"Thank you kindly, sir, "she answered
And then she shook her bright red hair
"Seeing as how you've got your donkey,
I'll ride with you to the Dingle Faire."

But when we reached the faire in Dingle,
I took her hand for to say goodbye.
When a tinker man stepped up close beside me,
And hit me right in my left eye.

Keep your hands off Red Haired Mary,
Her and I are to be wed.
We're seein' the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in the marriage bed.

Well I was feelin kinda peevish,
My poor old eye felt sad and sore,
An' so I tapped him gently with my hobnails
And he flew back through Tim Murphy's door.

Keep your hands off Red Haired Mary,
Her and I are to be wed.
We're seein' the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in the marriage bed.

Now a policeman he came round the corner,
Told me I had broke the law.
But my donkey kicked him in the ankle,
And he fell down and smashed his jaw.

Keep your hands off Red Haired Mary,
Her and I are to be wed.
We're seein' the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in the marriage bed.

Well the red hair girl, she kept a'smiling,
"Young man, I'll come with you," she said.
We'll forget the priest this very morning,
Tonight we'll lie in Murphy's shed.

Keep your hands off Red Haired Mary,
Her and I will soon be wed.
We'll forget the priest this very morning,
Tonight we'll lie in Murphy's shed.
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this is the last of the lyrics for the day. alas, garth brooks has some sort of exclusive deal with evil-mart, so i shall have to deal with brigid's cross's version of the song

They say mother earth is breathing
With each wave that finds the shore
Her soul rises in the evening
For to open twilights door
Her eyes are the stars in heaven
Watching o'er us all the while
And her heart it is in Ireland
Deep within the Emerald Isle

We are forty against hundreds
In someone else's bloody war
We know not why were fighting
Or what we're dying for
They will storm us in the morning
When the sunlight turns to sky
Death is waiting for its dance now
Fate has sentenced us to die

Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Ireland

Oh the captain he lay bleeding
I can hear him calling me
These men are yours now for the leading
Show them to their destiny
As I look up all around me
I see the ragged tired and torn
I tell them to make ready
'Cause we're not waiting for the morn

Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Ireland

Now the fog is deep and heavy
As we forge the dark and fear
We can hear their horses breathing
As in silence we draw near
There are no words to be spoken
Just a look to say good-bye I draw a breath and night is broken
As I scream our battle cry

Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Ireland
Yes I am home Ireland

We were forty against hundreds

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