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Irish Folk Traditionals 1 + 2 (XL-CD)

Corny Held

23 Songs (Irish Folk), 81:20 min.

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DieseCD enthält alle Songs aus "Irish Folk Traditionals" und "Irish Folk Traditionals 2" und hat daher Überlänge.

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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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13. The Irish Rover by Corny Held  
3:28 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitars, bass
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her.
She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover.

We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides,
We had four million barrels of bones.
We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs,
Seven million barrels of porter.
We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails,
In the hold of the Irish Rover.

There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for his set
He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk
As he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
And he sailed in the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost it's way in a fog.
And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two,
Just meself and the captain's old dog.
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover
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14. The Ballad Of Stewball by Corny Held  
5:45 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics You Gentlemen Sportsmen
I pray listen all
I'll sing you a song
in the praise of Stewball

And how they came over
you shall understand
By one Squire Irvine
the Mell of our land.

500 bright guineas
on the plains of Kildare
I'll bet upon, Sportsmen,
that bonny-grey mare

Stewball hearing the wager,
the wager was laid
He said loving master,
its don't be afraid.

For on my side thou'st laid
thousands of pounds
I'll rig in thy castle
a fine mass of gold.

Squire Irvine he smiled,
and thus he did say,
You gentlemen-sportsmen
to-morrow's the day

Your saddles and bridles,
and horses prepare,
For we will away
to the plains of Kildare.

The day being come,
& the horses bro't out,
Squire Irvine he order'd
his rider to mount.

All the people then went
to see them go round
They swore in their hearts
he ne'er touch'd the ground.

And as they were riding
this was the discourse
The grey mare will never
touch this horse.

O, loving kind rider
come tell unto me,
How far is the grey mare
behind you said he...

O loving master
you bear a great smile,
Grey mare is behind me
a large English mile

For in this country
I was ne'er seen before
Thou hast won the race
& broken lord Gore.
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15. Leis O'Lurrighen by Corny Held  
2:30 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitars, bass
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics On the ocean ohe
Waves in motion oho
Not but clouds could we see
Oer the blue sea below

Islay loomin ohe
In the gloamin oho
Our ships compass set we
And our lights we did show

Leis a Lurrighan ohe
Leis a Lurrighan oho
In the grey dark of evening
Oer the waves let us go

Aros passing ohe
Was harrassing oho
The proud billows to see
High as masthead to flow

Captain hollers ohe
To his fellows oho
Those that courage would flee
Let him go down below

Leis a Lurrighan ohe
Leis a Lurrighan oho
In the grey dark of evening
Oer the waves let us go

In the tempest ohe
Waves were crashing oho
And the cry of the sea
As the cold winds did blow

Captain hollers ohe
To his fellows oho
Those that wont stay with me
Let them go down below

Leis a Lurrighan ohe
Leis a Lurrighan oho
In the grey dark of evening
Oer the waves let us go
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16. Molly Malone by Corny Held  
3:53 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitars, bass, flute
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

She died of a fever and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
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17. Whiskey In The Jar by Corny Held  
3:19 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitars, bass, flute
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,

I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy

I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water,
Then sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.

It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel,
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army,
If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny

Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
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18. The Wid Rover by Corny Held  
3:33 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitars, bass, flute
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics I've been a wild rover for many's the year
I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more

I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay
Such a customer as you I can have any day

I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best
And the words that you told me were only in jest"

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And, when they've caressed me as oft times before
I never will play the wild rover no more
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19. Raggle Taggle Gypsy by Corny Held  
2:44 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, bass, flute
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics There were three old gypsies came to our hall door
They came brave and boldly-o,
The one sang high and the other sang low
The other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o.

It was upstairs downstairs the lady went
She put on her suit of leather-o,
There was a cry from around the door
Shes away wi the raggle taggle gypsy-o.

It was late that night when the Lord came in
Enquiring for his lady-o,
The servant girl she said to the Lord
Shes away wi the raggle taggle gypsy-o.

Then saddle for me my milk white steed
For my big horse is not speedy-o,
And I will ride till I seek my bride
Shes away wi the raggle taggle gypsy-o.

Now he rode East, he rode West
He rode North and South also,
Till he came to a wide open plain,
There he spied his lady-o.

How could you leave your goose featherbed
With your blankets strewn so comely-o?
How could you leave your newly wedded Lord
All for the raggle taggle gypsy-o?

What care I for my goose featherbed
Wi ma blankets strewn so comely-o,
Tonight I lie in a wide upon field
In the arms of a raggle taggle gypsy-o.

How could you leave your house and your land?
How could you leave your money-o?
How could you leave your only wedded Lord
All for a raggle taggle gypsy-o?

What care I for my house and my land?
What care I for my money-o?
Id rather have a kiss from the yellow gypsys lips
Im away wi the raggle taggle gypsy-o.

Away wi the raggle taggle gypsy-o.
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20. I Know Where I'm Going by Corny Held  
3:06 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics I know where I'm going
And I know who's going with me
I know who I love
And the dear knows who I'll marry.

I have stockings of silk
And shoes of bright green leather
Combs to buckle my hair
And a ring for every finger.

Some say he's black
But I say he's bonnie
The fairest of them all
My handsome winsome Johnny.

Feather beds are soft
And painted rooms are bonny
But I would leave them all
To go with my love my Johnny.
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21. Jack Of All Trades by Corny Held  
3:02 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics I am a roving sporting blade, they call me Jack of all Trades
I always place my chief delight in courting pretty fair maids.
So when in Dublin I arrived to try for a situation
I always heard them say it was the pride of all the Nations.

I'm a roving jack of many trades
Of every trade of all trades
And if you wish to know my name
They call me Jack of all trades.

On George's Quay I first began and there became a porter
Me and my master soon fell out which cut my acquaintance shorter
In Sackville Street, a pastry cook; In James' Street, a baker
In Cook Street I did coffins make; In Eustace Street, a preacher.

In Golden Lane I sold old shoes: In Meath Street was a grinder
In Barrack Street I lost my wife. I'm glad I ne'er could find her.
In Mary's Lane, I've dyed old clothes, of which I've often boasted
In that noted place Exchequer Street, sold mutton ready roasted.
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22. The Curragh Of Kildare by Corny Held  
6:55 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics The winter it has passed
And the summer's come at last
The small birds are singing in the trees
And their little hearts are glad
Ah, but mine is very sad
Since my true love is far away from me

And straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll finds tidings of my dear

The rose upon the briar
And the clouds that float so high
Bring joy to the linnet and the bee
And their little hearts are blessed
But mine can know no rest
Since my true love is far away from me

All you who are in love
Aye and cannot it remove
I pity the pain that you endure
For experience lets me know
That your hearts are filled with woe
It's a woe that no mortal can cure
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23. The Leaving Of Liverpool by Corny Held  
2:49 min.  
(English)
Corny Held: vocals, guitars, bass
Axel Wagner: drums
lyrics Fare thee well to Prince's Landing Stage
River Mersey, fare thee well
Well I am bound for California
A place that I know right well

So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee

Oh I am boarding a yankee sailing ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Burgess is the captain of her
And they say that she's a floatin' shame

The sun is on the harbor, love
And I wish that I could remain
Because I know it will be some long long time
Before I see you again
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