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Irish Folk Traditionals

Corny Held

12 Songs (Irish Folk), 39:28 min.

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Handmade Irish folk traditionals

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Booklet 1 * Booklet 2

Songs:

1. Red Is The Rose by Corny Held  
2:09 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitar, bass
Axel Wagner: drums

lyrics Come over the hills my handsome Irish lad
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the road love, and I'll make a vow
That I'll be your true love forever

Red is the rose that by yonder garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any
Down by Killarneys green woods we did stray
The moon and the stars they were shining
The moon shone it's rays on his locks of golden hair
And he swore he'd be my love forever

Red is the rose that by yonder garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any
It's not for the parting that my sister pains
It's not for the grief of my mother
It's all for the loss of my handsome Irish lad
Now my heart is broken forever

Red is the rose by yonder garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.
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2. Whiskey On A Sunday by Corny Held  
4:07 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics He sits at the corner of Beggar's Bush
Astride of an old packing case
And the dolls at the end of the plank were dancing
As he groans with a smile on his face

la-la-la-la
Come day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
la-la-la-la
Drinkin' buttermilk all the week
And it's whiskey on a Sunday

His tired old hands from a wooden beam
And the puppets they danced up and down
A far better show than you ever will see
In the fanciest theatre in town

In nineteen-o-two on a sad day he died
The song it was heard no more
The three dancing dolls in the dustbin were thrown
And the plank went up in the backdoor

On some stormy night if you're passing that way
When the wind's blowing up from the sea
You may still hear the song of old Seth Davy
That he groans to his dancing dolls three
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3. The Rambler From Clare by Corny Held  
3:17 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitars, bass
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics The first of my journeys it is very well known
I first made my way to the County Tyrone
All the young men and maidens they used me well there
And they called me the stranger and the rambler from Clare

It was there I enlisted in the town called Fermoy
But with too many masters I could not comply
I deserted one morning, the truth to declare
And for Limerick city steps the rambler from Clare

But while a deserter myself lay concealed
I was taken and brought to the town of Rathkeale
And from there to headquarters I soon did repair
And now the jail is the lodgings of the rambler from Clare

I took off my cap and I made a low bow
In the hopes that the sergeant might pardon me now
But the pardon he gave me 'twas hard and severe
It was, Bind him, confine him, he's the rambler from Clare

It was then the United men they came on the town
They attacked and they conquered with fame and renown
The jail they broke open and they rescued me there
And they made full commander of the rambler from Clare

But now that I'm titled a United man
No more can I stay in my own native land
But away to Americay I must repair
And must leave all the friends of the rambler from Clare

So farewell to my comrades where'er you may be
Likewise to my sweetheart sweet Sally Magee
For the sails they're all set and the wind it blows fair
He's gone, God be with him, he's the rambler from Clare
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4. O'Sullivan's John by Corny Held  
3:17 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitars, bass
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics O' Sullivan's John to the road you've gone
Far away from your native home
You've gone with the tinker's daughter
Far along the road to roam

Sullivan's John you won't stick it long
Till your belly will soon get slack
As you're going the road with a mighty load
And a tool-box on your back

I met Katy Coffee with her neat baby
Behind on her back strapped on
She Had an old ash plant in her hand
For to drive her donkey on

Enquiring at every farmer's house
As along the road she passed
It's Where could she find an oul pot for to mend
And where could she get an ass

There's a hairy ass fair in the County Clare
In a place they call Spancil Hill
Where me brother James got a rap of a hames
And poor Paddy they tried to kill

They loaded him up on a donkey and cart
While Kate and big Mary looked on
OH bad luck to the day that I went away
To join with the tinkers band
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5. I'll Tell Me Ma by Corny Held  
2:16 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitars, bass, keyboards
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics I'll tell my ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the bell of Belfast city
She is counting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she.

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
They knock at the door and they ring at the bell
Sayin' "Oh my true love, are you well?"

Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old John Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.

Let the wind and rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumblin' from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
She'll get her own lad by and by.

When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she goes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
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6. Follow Me Up To Carlow by Corny Held  
2:17 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitars, bass
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics Lift Mac Cahir Og your face,
Brooding o'er the old disgrace
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place,
Drove you to the fern.
Grey said victory was sure,
Soon the firebrand he'd secure,
Until he met at Glenmalure
With Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne.

See the swords at Glen Imaal
They flash all over the English Pale
See all the children of the Gael
Beneath O'Byrne's banners.
Rooster of a fighting stock
Would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock?
Fly up and teach him manners.

From Tassagart to Clonmore
There flows a stream of Saxon gore.
Well great is Rory Og O More
At sending the loons to Hades.
White is sick, Grey is fled;
Now for black Fitzwilliam's head.
We'll send it over dripping red
To Liza and her ladies.

Curse and swear, Lord Kildare.
Fiach will do, what Fiach will dare.
Now Fitzwilliam, have a care,
Fallen is your star low.
Up with halberd, up the sword,
On we'll go for, by the Lord,
Fiach MacHugh has given the word;
Follow me up to Carlow.
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7. The Lambs On The Green Hills by Corny Held  
3:25 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitar, flute, bass
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics The lambs on the green hills, they sport and they play
And many strawberries grow round the salt sea,
How sad is my heart when my love is away
How many's the ship sails the ocean.

The bride and bride's party to church they did go,
The bride she rode foremost, she bears the best show,
But I followed after with my heart full of woe
To see my love wed to another.

The first place I saw her was in the church stand
Gold rings on her finger and her love by the hand,
Says I, my wee lassie, I will be the man
Although you are wed to another.

The next place I saw her was on the way home,
I rode on before her, not knowing where to roam.
Says I, my wee lassie, I'll be by your side
Although you are wed to another.

Stop, stop, says the groomsman, till I speak a word
Will you venture your life on the point of my sword,
For courtin' so slowly you've lost this fair maid
So, be gone for you'll never enjoy her.

O make now my grave, both large, wide and deep
And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet,
And lay me down in it to take my last sleep,
For that's the best way to forget her.
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8. They'll Never Get Their Man by Corny Held  
2:55 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitar, flute, bass
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics Oh it's easy knowing the weavers when they come into town
With their long yellow hair and their stockings hanging down
And their aprons tied afore them and their scissors in their hands
It's easy knowing the weavers for they'll never get their man
Oh they'll never get their man, oh they'll never get their man
It's easy knowing the weavers for they'll never get their man

And it's easy knowing the doffers when they come into town
With their long ragged hair and their stockings hanging down
And their aprons tied afore them and their scissors in their hands
It's easy knowing the doffers for they'll never get their man
Oh they'll never get their man, oh they'll never get their man
It's easy knowing the doffers for they'll never get their man

Oh it's easy knowing the spinners when they come into town
With their old ragged clothes and their weft all hanging down
And their aprons tied afore them and their scissors in their hands
It's easy knowing the spinners for they'll never get their man
Oh they'll never get their man, oh they'll never get their man
It's easy knowing the spinners for they'll never get their man

And it's easy knowing the fleurers when they come into town
With their long muzzled chins and their petticoats hanging down
And their aprons tied afore them and their scissors in their hands
It's easy knowing the fleurers for they'll always get their man
Oh they'll always get their man, oh they'll always get their man
It's easy knowing the fleurers for they'll always get their man
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9. Greensleeves by Corny Held  
3:15 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals. guitar, bass
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics Alas, my love, but you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously
For I have loved you so long
Delighting in your company

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my Lady Greensleeves

I have been ready at your hand
To grant whatever you would crave
I have both waged life and land
Your love and goodwill for to have

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my lady Greensleeves.

Your vows you've broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady Greensleeves.

If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity.

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady Greensleeves.
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10. Martinmas Time by Corny Held  
5:44 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitar, bass
Axel Wagner: drums, conga

lyrics It fell out upon one Martinmas time
When snow lay on the border
There came a troop of soldiers here
To take up their winter quarters

And they road south and they rode north
And they rode o'er the border
And there they met with a nice little girl
She was a farmer's daughter

Well, they made her swear a solemn oath
A salt tear in her eye
That she would come to the quarter gates
But no one did her spy

But she's gone to the barber's shop
To the barber's shop went soon
She made them cut her long, yellow hair
As short as any dragoon

And she's gone to the tailor's shop
And dressed in soldier's clothes
Two long pistols down by her side
A nice, little boy was she

And she's gone to the quarter gates
And loudly she does call
There comes a troop of soldiers here
We must have lodgings all"

And the quartermaster, he comes down
He gives her half a crown
"Go find your lodgings in the town
Tonight there is no room"

So she moved closer to the gates
loudest she does call
"Room, room, you gentlemen
You must have lodgings all"

And the quartermaster, he comes down
He gives her eighteen pence
"Go find your lodgings in the town
Tonight'll come a wench"

So she took a pistol from her side
She blew it loud and shrill
The longer you plea with your eighty pence
You'll not get a girl at all"

And she took the garter from her knee
The ribbon from her hair
She tied them 'round the quarter gates
A token she'd been there

And when they found that it was her
They tried to have her taken
She slapped her spurs to her horse's side
She galloped home a maiden
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11. The Water Is Wide by Corny Held  
2:46 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitar, bass
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics The water is wide, I can't cross o'er
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I

A ship there is and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim

I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a mighty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
So did my love prove false to me

I reached my finger into some soft bush
Thinking the fairest flower to find
I pricked my finger to the bone
And left the fairest flower behind

Oh love be handsome and love be kind
A sparkling jewel when first it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew

Must I go bound while you go free
Must I love a man who won't love me
Must I be born with so little art
As to love a man who'll break my heart

When cockle shells turn silver bells
Then will my love come back to me
When roses bloom in winter's gloom
Then will my love return to me
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12. The Spanish Lady by Corny Held  
3:57 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, a-guitar, flute
Michael Hrziwnak: bass
Axel Wagner: drums
Christiane Schmitz: cello
lyrics As I came down through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candlelight
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of amber coal
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the sole

Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay

As I came back through Dublin City
At the hour of half past eight
Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
Brushing her hair in the broad daylight
First she tossed it, then she brushed it
On her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so fair since I did roam

As I went back through Dublin City
As the sun began to set
Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
Catching a moth in a golden net
When she saw me, then she fled me
Lifting her petticoat over her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so shy as the Spanish lady

I've wandered north and I've wandered south
through Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close
Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond Round by Napper Tandy's house
Old age had laid her hand on me
Cold as fire of ashey coalsv But were is the lovely Spanish Lady, neat and sweet about the soul.
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