25-01-2021, 17:03 | #16 |
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25-01-2021, 17:07 | #17 | |
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Love how that builds to a crescendo "home ... home ... we're going home" |
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25-01-2021, 17:07 | #18 | |
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But, yeah, when you’ve got ‘Green Fields of France’ with ‘And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda’ it’s always going to lean towards the sad side |
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25-01-2021, 17:09 | #19 |
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25-01-2021, 17:10 | #20 |
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Any trad song without actual singing.
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25-01-2021, 17:41 | #23 |
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25-01-2021, 17:48 | #24 |
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Skibbereen for the win . I sat in the Famine plot there and cried as the words ran through my head . “. Name checked in “ Jockser Goes to Stuggart” “ and the last that he was seen was arm in arm with Jackie Charleton singing “ Revenge for Skibbereen.”
Oh father dear, I oft-times hear you speak of Erin's isle Her lofty hills, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild They say she is a lovely land wherein a saint might dwell So why did you abandon her, the reason to me tell Oh son, I loved my native land with energy and pride Till a blight came o'er the praties; my sheep, my cattle died My rent and taxes went unpaid, I could not them redeem And that's the cruel reason why I left old Skibbereen Oh well do I remember that bleak December day The landlord and the sheriff came to take us all away They set my roof on fire with their cursed English spleen I heaved a sigh and bade goodbye to dear old Skibbereen Your mother too, God rest her soul, fell on the stony ground She fainted in her anguish seeing desolation 'round She never rose but passed away from life to immortal dream She found a quiet grave, me boy, in dear old Skibbereen And you were only two years old and feeble was your frame I could not leave you with my friends for you bore your father's name I wrapped you in my cóta mór in the dead of night unseen I heaved a sigh and bade goodbye to dear old Skibbereen Oh father dear, the day will come when in answer to the call All Irish men of freedom stern will rally one and all I'll be the man to lead the band beneath the flag of green And loud and clear we'll raise the cheer, Revenge for Skibbereen! |
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25-01-2021, 17:48 | #25 | |
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"Ho mo leannan bhoidheach" which according to Google means oh my beautiful sweetheart. around 3 minutes in on this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbb9aRSQpsY |
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25-01-2021, 17:49 | #26 |
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the band plays waltzing matilda
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25-01-2021, 22:26 | #27 |
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It's a beautiful piece of music, but I always find the ending of Arthur McBride to be terribly sad.
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