"Oh rise up my darling and come with me. I want to go with you and leave this country. To leave my fathers dwelling, this house and the land. So away goes Jamie with his love in his arms.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair. Her lips are like a rose so fair. She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands.
I am a young maiden, my story is sad. For once I was carefree and in love with a lad. He courted me sweetly by night and by day. But now he has left me and gone far away.
When first to this country as a stranger I came. I placed my affection on a comely young dame. She being warm and tender, her waist small and slender.
My daddy left home when I was three,. And he didn't leave much to Ma and me.... Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid,.
Hey dragged up my holly and I pull it to a town for the bigtime. Hey rig down the road I tore 'em down I'm a bigtime. I wheeled right in them swinging doors.
(Hey the truth might hurt so I'm tellin' you now that you better not ask me). Hey you better not ask me where I been all night. Why my eyes are shinin' and my spirit is flyin'.
Words and music RW 1978. . As I came down by the weary well. Going there to fill my can. My fortune there I do declare. She took me by the hand. The lark gives tongue when summer comes.
I got a gift of butter, now. Good butter it was claimed to be. I dont think it was from a cow. And if it was, it cowed me. . A beard was growing on the stuff.
Brian O'Linn had no britches to wear. So he got him a sheepskin to make him a pair. The leather side out and the wooly side in. "Sure its great summers clothing." said Brian.
blow blow thou winters wynd. thou art not so unkind. as man's ingratitude as man's ingratitude. thy tooth is not so keen. because thou art not seen. although thy breath be rude.
There's a right turn somewhere that can take you to the wrong place. Someone you don't know can start stepping on your face. There's a left turn somewhere that can take you from the smoke.
The rain refuses,. a few drops and then it stops,. a few drops and then it stops. The city holds its breath. You come home from work. And I can tell around the corners of our talk.
Byrd one brere, brid, brid one brere. Kynd is come of love, love to crave. Blythful biryd, on me thu rewe. Or grayth, lef, greith thu me my grave. . Hic am so blithe, so brighit brid one brere.
Blow, northerne wind. Send thou me my sweting. Blow, northerne wind. Blow, blow, blow!. . Ichot a burde in bowre bright. That sully semly is on sight.
In Aprell and in May. When hartes be all mery. Besse Bunting, the millaris may. Withe lippes so red as chery. She cast in hir remembrance. To passe hir time in daliance.
O anima cortese mantoana. Di cui la foma ancor nel mondo dura. E durerà a quanto il mondo lontana. L'aminco mio, e non de la ventura. Ne la disterta piaggia è impedito.
Seven winter's past and gone. I once was young and I once was strong. Shall I be, I'll be, I'll be. . Six fine times I've felt my knees. Buckle to your sweet release.
If I call your name at midnight. You would not be there. If I call your name at midnight. Oh, you would not be there. . You said my name so sweetly. Oh, the one time that you called.