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Song: Sleep Now
04:05
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Sleep now, O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart!
A voice crying "Sleep now"
Is heard in my heart.
The voice of the winter
Is heard at the door.
O sleep, for the winter
Is crying "Sleep no more."
My kiss will give peace now
And quiet to your heart—
Sleep on in peace now,
O you unquiet heart!
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Chetvorno Horo
05:28
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The March to Kinsale
04:28
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Monk McClamont's Farewell To Articlave
'Twas in the year of forty and the year of forty too
The time I do remember when I bid my friends adieu
Our noble ship Provincial well fitted for the sea
And commanded by our captain bold bound for America
'Twas on the fourth of April we sailed from Derry Quay
Our vessel being well manned bound for America
Contrary to our wishes our sails did scarcely fill
And by our captain's orders we anchored at Moville
But early the next morning when I on deck did stand
And looking all around me I say my native land
Twould mind you of a desert your eyes with tears would fill
When I looked across sweet Articlave and the castle of Downhill
When I looked by the tower I saw my native strand
Like Moses on Mount Nebo when he viewed the promised land
My mind being bound for rambling as I told you before
I turned my back upon the scene I might behold no more
Farewell unto sweet Articlave where first my breath I drew
Farewell my loyal comrades a long farewell to you
For now I'm on the ocean and all our sails are full
And so swiftly as she does pass by the isle of Innistrahull
The names of our good officers I mean for to relate
Our captain's name was William and Primshaw was our mate
He was as good a captain as e'er a ship did rule
And the other was a seaman brave that came from Liverpool
The second mate's Cabena his station does well fill
Like his father with Sir Hervey in the castle of Downhill
When he was young and tender he bound himself to sea
And he gained that promotion before that he was free
And as for our commander he is so good a man
I am scarce fit to praise him when I do all I can
But that God may be his pilot wherever he may be
And keep him on the chosen path from danger set him free
I beg to be excused I have no more to say
The pilot he has come on board on the eighteenth day of May
One hundred miles to the nearest port he told our captain so
Our orders were: "Prepare yourselves, ye have several roads to go.
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Jig: Helvic Head
03:55
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Song: Dear Heart
02:51
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Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful – but O,
How is your beauty raimented!
Through the clear mirror of your eyes,
Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss,
Desolate winds assail with cries
The shadowy garden where love is.
And soon shall love dissolved be
When over us the wild winds blow –
But you, dear love, too dear to me,
Alas! why will you use me so?
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Macedonian Oro
04:12
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Come all you lads of high renown
That would hear of a fair young maiden
And she roved out on a summer’s day
For to view the soldiers parading
They marched so bold and they looked so gay
Their colours flying and the bands did play
And it caused young Mary for to say
“I’ll wed you me my gallant soldier”
She viewed the soldiers on parade
And as they stood at their leisure
And Mary to herself did say:
“At last I’ve found my treasure
But oh how cruel my parents must be
To banish my true love away from me
Well I’ll leave them all and I’ll go with thee
My bold undaunted soldier”
“Oh Mary dear, your parents’ love
I pray don’t be unruly
For when you’re in a foreign land,
Believe me you’ll rue it surely
Perhaps in battle I might fall
From a shot from an angry cannonball
And you so far from your daddy’s hall
Be advised by a gallant soldier.”
“Oh I have fifty guineas in bright gold,
Likewise a heart that’s bolder
And I’d leave them all and I’ll go with you
My bold undaunted soldier
So don’t say no but let me go
And I will face the daring foe
And we’ll march together to and fro
And I’ll wed you, my gallant soldier”
And when he saw her loyalty
And Mary so true-hearted
He said: “My darling, married we’ll be
And nothing but death will part us
And when we’re in a foreign land
I’ll guard you, darling, with my right hand
In hopes that God might stand a friend
To Mary and her gallant soldier”
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Artisan Row London, UK
Celebrating the timeless melodic beauty of traditional Irish music and more, Artisan Row brings together four well-known figures from London's traditional Irish music scene. First performing together in this combination at the 2012 Ennis Trad Festival, the quartet uses its rich textural palette to set the material in striking and ear-catching ways while always respecting the primacy of the melody. ... more
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