Besedila irskih pesmi | Irish song lyrics

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8-3-0, The |MP3s |
Erin go Bragh |MP3s |
Easter Snow
Easy and slow |MP3s |
Echo's of my past
Edmund of the Hill (Ned Of The Hill) |MP3s |
Effen Bee, The |MP3s |
Eileen Aroon |MP3s |
Eileen Og |MP3s |
England's Vietnam |MP3s |
Ennisikillen Dragoons (FARE THEE WELL ENNISKILLEN) |MP3s |
Erin's Green Shore |MP3s |
Eskimo Republic, The
Every Man Is A King
Exile, The

Total lyrics: 15

EASTER SNOW

Chorus:
Oh the Easter snow
It has fade away
It was so rare and so beautiful
Now it's melted back into the clay

Those days will be remembered
Beyond out in the Naul
Listening to the master's notes
As gently they did fall
Oh . . . the music
As Seamus he did play
But the thaw crept over the mantle whit
And turned it back to clay

Chorus:
Oh the Easter snow
It has fade away
It was so rare and so beautiful
Now it's melted back into the clay

He gazed at the embers in reflection,
He called up lost verses again,
He smiled with a roguish recollection,
While his fingers gripped the glass to stem the pain
When knocked on his door was always open
With a welcome he'd bid the time of day
Though we came when the last flakes were melted
While it lay upon the ground we stayed away

Chorus:
Oh the Easter snow
It has fade away
It was so rare and so beautiful
Now it's melted back into the clay

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THE EFFEN BEE

He kept bees in the old town of Effen,
An Effen beekeeper was he,
And one day this Effen beekeeper,
Was stung by a big Effen bee.

Now this big Effen beekeeper's wee Effen wife,
For the big Effen polis she ran,
For there's nobody can sort out a big Effen bee,
Like a big Effen polisman can.

This big Effen polisman he did his nut,
And he ran down the main Effen street,
In his hand was a big Effen baton,
He had big Effen boots on his feet.

The polis got hold of this big Effen bee,
And he twisted the Effen bee's wings,
But this big Effen bee got his own back,
for this big Effen bee had two stings.

Now they're both in the Effen museum,
Where the Effen folk often come see,
The remains of the big Effen polis,
Stung to death by the big Effen bee.

That's the end of that wee Effen story,
'Tis an innocent wee Effen tale,
But if you ever tell it in Effen,
You'll end up in the old Effen jail.

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THE 8-3-0

He was driving up to Mallaig, Glenfinnan by Loch Shiel,
Heading for Lochailort, content behind the wheel,
The road was getting narrower… the sign said slow,
It's the Highland daily dodgems, it's the 8-3-0.

There is a natural assumption that 'A' roads are wide,
Enough to take a car… and one the other side,
Tourist information, will never, never tell,
It's like driving through heaven on a road made for hell.

Cos it's a single track, you can't turn back,
The stories are all the same, of the tourists leaving Corpach,
Never seen again… Don't go, on the 8-3-0.

There's a joke in the highlands, it's called a 'passing place',
Where French stay for chips… and English stay for days and days and days,
When lorries lose control… you've got one last wish,
"Don't let me die under 20 tons of fish".

Cos it's a single track, you can't turn back,
A nightmare without end,
Eyes ahead, 'cos Nigel Mansell's waiting round the bend…
Don't go, on the 8-3-0.

Whoever called this road a road was telling little lies
The 8-3-O's a sheep-track in very thin disguise,
Italian caravanettes, driving on the right,
Meeting Wallace Arnold buses in the middle of the night.

Of the man that's stopping progress, a theory's going around,
That he owns the biggest breakers yard this side of Mallaig town,
You can see him in the gloaming, towing wrecks from where they lie,
And he turns them into girders for the bridge across to Skye.

And it's a single track, he's in Mallaig and now he feels no pain,
He's dumped his car; he's in the bar he's steaming back by train… on a single track, you can't turn back
The moral's very plain, it's grand to visit Mallaig… but it's safer by MacBrane,
Don't go on the 8-3-0, Don't go on the 8-3-0, Don't go on the 8-3-0.

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EILEEN OG

Well Eileen Og, O that's me darlin's name is o'er the Barony her features they were famous
If we loved her, well who is there to blame us, for wasn't she the Pride of Petrovar?
But her beauty was like to make you shy, not a livin' boy could look her in the eye.
Boys O boys! now there's the reason why we're in love with the Pride of Petrovar.

Chorus:
Eileen Og, me heart is turning gray ever since the day you wandered far away.
Eileen Og, There's more fish in the sea, but there's none just like the Pride of Petrovar.

Well it's Friday at the fair at Ballintubber, Eileen met McGraw the old horse trader
I'd like to put me hands upon the robber, for he stole away the Pride of Petrovar
Well he never seemed to see her standing there at all Even when she ogled him from underneath her shawl
He was big and masterful and she was looking small most provokin' to the Pride of
Petrovar

So it is and it was in the beginning Eileen's heart was set upon the winning
To see McGraw contentedly a grinning to be courted by the Pride of Petrovar
Says he, 'I know a girl that could knock you into fits' at that our Eileen nearly lost her wits.
The outcome of the whole thing is that now the robber sits with his arm around the Pride of Petrovar.

Well, argh me boys, with fate 'tis hard to grapple of all those girls well our Eileen was the apple;
And now to see McGraw walking toward the chapel arm and arm with the Pride of Petrovar.
Well all I have is just one thing to say; if you go a courtin' then look the other way,
If you want them to come after you, just look the other way, for they're mostly like the Pride of Petrovar.

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ENGLAND'S VIETNAM

Well good evening folks it's good to be back in the good old USA
Where they make damn sure they all the wars thousands of mile away
I've just been across the ocean to see my family home
But after what I saw there, I never more will roam

Chorus:
Oh, give me a home the Panthers roam and the Weathermen so free
Take a walk in the dark around Central Park, it does not bother me
Tear the country in two, but whatever you do, let me stay right where I am
For I do not want another trip to England's Vietnam

When I arrived in Alvagroad, that's where the planes do go
It used to be Nuts Corner, why they changed it, I just don't know
I was wearing a an army jacket, from Vietnam it came
When a soldier stuck a gun in my ribs and he said, 'I know your game'

'Oh, where's your black beret,' he cried, 'and your hurling stick, as well'
I shot him with my camera and like a stone he fell
They I called for a policeman, saying, 'Take this poor man away.'
You know this would never happen, in the good old USA

Chorus

Well the policeman took me by the hand, said, 'Come along with me,'
'Cause I can see by that gleam in your eye that you hate democracy.'
You're a Trotskyist from the Kremlin, you're a Vatican, anarchist spy
You're a communist from China, all coming from the F.B.I.

Well I knew that I had to leave there, I tell you what I done
I slipped five dollars in his hand and I began to run
Then I walked the streets of Belfast, from the New Lodge to the Falls
Watching rubber bullets go bouncing off the walls

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THE ESKIMO REPUBLIC

Now good fortunes wheel let its ball roll roond,
A Nation's rise that yince was doon
So it's time to sing a rebel tune
For the Eskimo Republic

Chorus:
Where there is nay Class and there is nay boss
Nay Kings nor Queens and damn the loss
And we get boozed up for a six month's toss
In the Eskimo Republic

When they mak a law sure they all agree
For they all sit on the committee
And they got nay Lords nor nay MPs
In the Eskimo Republic

Now the Eskimos they live in peace
And they've never joined in an arms race
And you'll find nay trace o' a Polaris Base
In the Eskimo Republic

When a Eskie wain gaes tae the school
They sit up nice on their Eskie stool
And they sing and they laugh and they learn the rules
O' the Eskimo Republic

Now their fitball games, they're all clean and fair
And recruits are housed with the fitball players
Cause the park's patrolled by Polar bears
In the Eskimo Republic

Well they flee aboot in their wee kayaks
And stick harpoons in tae whale's back
Then they cut them up in tae nice wee snacks
In the Eskimo Republic

Now the Eskimoes they are no like you
Every Eskimo's got their ane igloo
And their mother law got their igloos too
In the Eskimo Republic

When an Eskimo sings an Eskie song
He gies it that really auld Eskie twang
And his favorite one is I belong
Tae the Eskimo Republic

Now the Eskimos they are gay and gallus
And their ig-aloos are their ane wee palace
Because their all lit up be the Aurora Borealis
In the Eskimo Republic

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EVERY MAN IS A KING

In search of the good life the pilgrims set sail
And all through the new land they blazed a brave trail
The iron horse speeding down freshly laid trail
Brought settlers determined to prosper
From the four corners they made it their home
The Iti's, the Germans, the Paddies and Poles
Going down in the dirt, coming up with the gold
Like Bill Fuller, the Kennedy's and the Corleones

Chorus:
Life is so good in the U.S. of A, live out your dreams in Americay
If you've got the guts and the bucks it is said
Every man is a king in the U.S. of a
Every man is a king in Americay

And the pilgrims these days they are called astronauts
They seek new battlefields on the moon and beyond
To wage their star wars in the sky by and by
And to shit on us all from on high
And when it's all over and the world is no more
When the White House and the Kremlin have settled the score
The stars and stripes flag will fly high over space
That's why we all love the United States

In the land of Republican automatons
Uncle Sam's forces show gung ho and bronze
Just awaiting their orders from Washington
To fight for your peace and your freedom
Vietnam, Nicaragua, El Salvador
How foolish of you not to open your door
To Hershey's, Budweiser, McDonald's and more
This wonderful life could be yours

Chorus

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THE EXILE

He came in the mist of a cold winter's morning
Down from his horse and he knocked on the door
The eyes that looked out they were darkened by terror
He could see on his face the ill tidings he bore

It is not my will but the will of the master
Your thatch will be burned if you be not away
By sundown this evening with all your possessions
To find a new home ere the breaking of day

For these are my orders, the stones must be scattered
The white coated sheep now must rule in the Glen
No room now for pity for mothers or children
The lusting of gold is the target of men

But where can we go, those who've never known other
Than the Glens of our birth neath the high mountain snow
To cross the wild ocean would tear at our half boots
But fate has decreed it, it must be so

Across the wild sea we must go for our lives now
To build a new home on the far distant shore
But ever and ever the heartbeats are Highland
And to sigh for the Glens that will see us no more

But fate is not heartless and new hearts are kindly
A fragment of Scotland will ever remain
Though oceans divide us our children will span them
And stand in the thyme and the heather again

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ERIN GO BRAGH

I'll tell you a story of a row in the town,
When the green flag went up and the Crown rag came down,
'Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw,
And they played the best games played in Erin Go Bragh.

One of our comrades was down at Ring's end,
For the honor of Ireland to hold and defend,
He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw,
Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh.

Now here's to Pat Pearse and our comrades who died
Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, McBryde,
And here's to James Connolly who gave one hurrah,
And placed the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh.

One brave English captain was ranting that day,
Saying, "Give me one hour and I'll blow you away,"
But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his craw,
And he died of lead poisoning in Erin Go Bragh.

Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay,
From the South Dublin Union poured death and dismay,
And what was their horror when the Englishmen saw
All the dead khaki soldiers in Erin Go Bragh.

Now here's to old Dublin, and here's her renown,
In the long generation her fame will go down,
And our children will tell how their forefathers saw,
The red blaze of freedom in Erin Go Braugh.

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Erin's Green Shore

One evening so late as I rambled
On the banks of a clear purling stream,
I sat down on a bank of primroses,
And so gently fell into a dream.
     I dreamed I beheld a fair female
     Her equal I ne'er saw before,
     As she sighed for the wrongs of her country
     As she strolled along Erin's green shore.

I quickly addressed this fair female,
"My jewel, come tell me your name,
For in this country I know you're a stranger
Or I would not have asked you the same."
     She resembled the goddess of liberty
     And of freedom, the mantle she wore
     As she sighed for the wrongs of her country
     As she strayed along Erin's green shore.
"I know you're a true son to Granne,
And my secrets to you I'll unfold,
For here in the midst of all dangers
Not knowing my friends from my foes.
     I'm the daughter of Daniel O'Connell
     And from England I lately come o'er,
     I've come to awaken my brethren
     That slumber on Erin's green shore."

Her eyes were like two sparkling diamonds
Or the stars of a cold frosty night;
Her cheeks were two blooming roses
And her teeth of the ivory so white.
     She resembled the goddess of freedom,
     And green was the mantle she wore,
     Bound round with the shamrock and roses
     That grew along Erin's green shore.

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Enniskillen Dragoons

(FARE THEE WELL ENNISKILLEN)

Our troop was made ready at the dawn of the day
From lovely Enniskillen they were marching us away.
They put us then on board a ship to cross the raging main,
To fight in bloody battle in the sunny land of Spain.

Chorus:
Fare thee well Enniskillen, fare thee well for a while
And all around the borders of Erin's green isle;
And when the war is over we'll return in full bloom
And you'll all welcome home the Enniskillen Dragoons.

Oh Spain it is a gallant land where wine and ale flow free
There's lots of lovely women there to dandle on your knee
And often in a tavern there we'd make the rafters ring
When every soldier in the house would raise his glass and sing

Chorus.

Well we fought for Ireland's glory there and many a man did fall
From musket and from bayonet and from thundering cannon ball
And many a foeman we laid low, amid the battle throng
And as we prepared for action you would often hear this song

Chorus.

Well now the fighting's over and for home we have set sail,
Our flag above this lofty ship is fluttering in the gale:
They've given us a pension boys of fourpence each a day
And when we reach Enniskillen never more.we'll have to say.

Chorus.

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Eileen Aroon

When, like the dawning day
Eileen Aroon
Love sends his early ray
Eileen Aroon.
What makes his dawning glow
Changeless through joy and woe
Only the constant know
Eileen Aroon.
Were she no longer true
Eileen Aroon
What would her lover do
Eileen Aroon.
Fly with a broken chain
Far o'er the bounding main
Never to love again
Eileen Aroon.

Youth must in time decay
Eileen Aroon
Beauty must fade away
Eileen Aroon.
Castles are sacked in war
Chieftains are scattered far
Truth is a fixed star
Eileen Aroon.

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EDMUND OF THE HILL (Ned of the Hill)

"Oh who is without
That with passionate shout
Keeps beating my bolted door?"
"I am Ned of the Hill
Forspent wet and chill
From long trudging marsh and moor"
"My love, fond and true
What else could I do
But shield you from wind and from weather?
When the shots fall like hail
They us both shall assail
And mayhap we shall die together."

"Through forest and through snow
Tired and hunted I go
In fear both from friend and from neighbor
My horses run wild
My acres untilled
And they all of them lost to my labor
But it grieves me far more
Than the loss of my store
That there's none who would shield me from danger
So my fate it must be
To fare eastward o'er sea
And languish amid the stranger"

"Ce-h-e sin amuh
Go bhfuil faor ar a ghuth
A' reaba mo dhoruis dunta?"
"Mise Eamonn a' Chnuic
Ta baidhte fuar fliuch
O shior-shuil sleihbte is gleannta"
"A lao ghil's a chuid
Cad do dheannfainn-se dhuit
Mara gcuirfinn ort beinn dom ghuna?
'S go mbeidh pudar dubh
Is go mbeimis araon muchta"
"Is fada mise amuh
Faoi shneachta is faoi shioc
Is gan danacht agam ar einne
Mo bhranar gan cur
Mo sheisreach gar sgur
Is gan iad agam ar aon chor
Nil caraid agam
(Is danaid liom san)
Do ghlacfadh me moch na deanach
Is go gcaithfe me dul
Thar fairrge soir
O's ann na fuil mo ghaolta"

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Echo's Of My Past

The checkpoints and the baracades, have all been taken down
As again I walk the streets of my native Derry Town
Along its lonely allyways , and bustling new highways
My thoughts of my troubled youth, in oh so many ways

The echos of explosions, from the violence of my past
Announcments of the deaths, on the six o'clock Newscast

The rise of civil rights, I had followed from the start
With hopes of new beginings, in a young mans foolish heart
Marches and demonstrations, they were our way to go
With banners and speaches, we thought that we could show

Chorus

The answer to our peaceful ways, was to put us all down
With the R.U.C. and Specials, and the forces of the Crown
My options were few, and the choice I made was clear
To the ranks of Derry's provo's, I became a volunteer

Chorus

Explosives and the Armalite, were now my tools of trade
In a Hellish confrontation, that the British forces made
Safe houses, on the run, became my way of life
No time for youthful pastimes, or to find myself a wife

Chorus

Forced to flee the confines, of the Cragin and Bogside
To be be there any longer, would be my suicide
I was captured on the border, revolver in my hand
Then taken by the Army, a token trial to stand

Chorus

Twenty years confinement, for my fight against the Crown
The sentence I most dreaded, not to see my Derry Town
A man who lost his youth, spent in a prison cell
Who can return once more, to his home in Brandy Well
Chorus X 2
Outro

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EASY AND SLOW

T'was down by Christ Church that I first met Annie
A neat little girl and not a bit shy
She told me her father who came from Dungannon
Would take her back home
In the sweet by and by

Chorus
And what's it to any man whether or no
Whether it's easy or whether I'm true
As I lifted her petticoat easy and slow
And I tied up me sleeves for to buckle her shoe

All along Thomas Street down to the Liffey
The sunshine was gone and the vening grew dark
Along by King's Bridge and begod in a jiffy
Me arms were around her beyong in the park

From city or country, a girl's a jewel
And well known for gripping the most of them are
But any young fella is really a fool
If he tries at the first time to go a bit far

And if ever you go to the town of Dungannon
You can search till your eyeballs are empty or blind
Be yeh lyin' or walkin' or sittin' or runnin'
A girl like Annie, you never will find

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Besedila irskih pesmi | Irish song lyrics

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EASTER SNOW

THE EFFEN BEE

THE 8-3-0

EILEEN OG

ENGLAND'S VIETNAM

THE ESKIMO REPUBLIC

EVERY MAN IS A KING

THE EXILE

ERIN GO BRAGH

Erin's Green Shore

Enniskillen Dragoons

(FARE THEE WELL ENNISKILLEN)

Eileen Aroon

EDMUND OF THE HILL (Ned of the Hill)

Echo's Of My Past

EASY AND SLOW

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