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Thousands Are Sailing
05:41
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The island it is silent now
But the ghosts still haunt the waves
And the torch lights up a famished man
Who fortune could not save
Did you work upon the railroad
Did you rid the streets of crime
Were your dollars from the white house
Were they from the five and dime
Did the old songs taunt or cheer you
And did they still make you cry
Did you count the months and years
Or did your teardrops quickly dry
Ah, no, says he, 'twas not to be
On a coffin ship I came here
And I never even got so far
That they could change my name
CHORUS:
Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
To a land of opportunity
That some of them will never see
Fortune prevailing
Across the western ocean
Their bellies full
Their spirits free
They'll break the chains of poverty
And they'll dance
In Manhattan's desert twilight
In the death of afternoon
We stepped hand in hand on Broadway
Like the first man on the moon
And "The Blackbird" broke the silence
As you whistled it so sweet
And in Brendan Behan's footsteps
I danced up and down the street
Then we said goodnight to Broadway
Giving it our best regards
Tipped our hats to Mister Cohan
Dear old Times Square's favorite bard
Then we raised a glass to JFK
And a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room
I suppose I must have cried
CHORUS:
Thousands are sailing
Again across the ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Postcards we're mailing
Of sky-blue skies and oceans
From rooms the daylight never sees
Where lights don't glow on Christmas trees
But we dance to the music
And we dance
CHORUS:
Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Where e'er we go, we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees
From fear of Priests with empty plates
From guilt and weeping effigies
And we dance
copyright 1988 Phillip Chevron
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2. |
Jig to Joy
02:27
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3. |
The Shores of Amerikay
03:57
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I'm bidding farewell to the land of my youth
And the home that I love so well
And the mountains grand of my own native land
I'm bidding them all farewell
With an aching heart I'll bid them adieu
For tomorrow we sail far away
O'er the raging foam, to seek a home
On the shores of Amerikay
It's not for the want of employment I'm going
It's not for the want of fame
For fortune bright to shine over me
And give me a glorious name
It's not for the want of employment I'm going
O'er the dreary and stormy sea
But to seek a home for my own true love
On the shores of Amerikay
And when I am bidding my last farewell
The tears like rain will fall
To think of my friends in my own native land
And my home back in old Ireland so small
But if I'm to die on a far foreign shore
And be buried so far, far away
No fond mother's tears will be shed o'er my grave
On the shores of Amerikay
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4. |
The Galway Races
04:02
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As I rode down through Galway Town
To seek for recreation
On the seventeenth of August
Me mind being elevated
There were multitudes assembled
With their tickets at the station
Me eyes began to dazzle
And they're off to see the races
CHORUS:
With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay
There were passengers from Limerick
And passengers from Nenagh
The boys from Connemara
And the Clare unmarried maidens
There were people from Cork City
Who were loyal, true and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian prisoners
From dying in foreign nations
And it's there you'll see the gamblers
With the thimbles and the garters
The sporting Wheel of Fortune
With the four and twenty quarters
There was others without scruple
Pelting wattles at poor Maggy
And her father well contented
To be gazing on his daughter
And it's there you'll see the pipers
And the fiddlers competing
The nimble-footed dancers
And they tripping on the daisies
There was others shouting cigars and lights
And bills for all the races
With the colors of the jockey
And the price and horses' ages
And it's there you'll see the jockeys
And they mounted at their stations
The pink, the blue, the orange and green
The colors of all the nations
When the bell was rung for starting
The horses seemed impatient
You’d think they’d never once touched the ground
Their speed was that amazing
There were half a million people there
Of all denominations
The Catholic, the Lutheran
The Jew and Presbyterian
And yet no animosity
No matter what persuasion
But fáilte, hospitality,
And peace throughout the nation
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5. |
Sea-Fever
03:38
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Sea-Fever, by John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
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The Shores of Botany Bay
03:14
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I'm on my way down to the quay
Where the big ship at anchor lays
To command a gang of navvys
I was told to engage
I thought I'd drop in for a drink
Before I went away
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship
To the shores of Botany Bay
CHORUS:
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangway and your gang plank
To hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin
Is lying at the quay
For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
The boss came up this morning
He says "Well, Pat you know
If you didn't get your navvys out
I'm afraid you'll have to go"
So I asked him for my wages
I demanded all my pay
And I told him straight I was going to emigrate
To the shores of Botany Bay
And when I reach Australia
I'll go and I'll look for gold
There's plenty there for digging up
Or so I have been told
Or else I'll go back to my trade
Eight hundred bricks I'll lay
And eight bob I'll lift for an eight-hour shift
On the shores of Botany Bay
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7. |
Paddy Yank's Blues
04:04
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8. |
The Leaving of Liverpool
04:18
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Farewell to you, my own true love,
I am going far, far away
I am bound for California,
Though I know that I'll return someday
CHORUS:
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee
I am bound on a Yankee sailing ship,
Davy Crockett is her name,
Her Captain's name is Burgess,
And they say that she's a floating shame
I have sailed with Burgess once before
I think I know him well
If a man's a sailor, he will get along
If he’s not, then he's sure in Hell
Now the sun is on the harbour, love,
I wish I could remain,
For I know that it will be a long, long time,
Before I see you again
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Spancil Hill
05:14
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Last night as I lay dreaming
Of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision
And I followed with a will
And shortly came to anchor at
The cross in Spancil Hill
It been on the twenty-third of June
The day before the fair
When Irelands sons and daughters
And friends assembled there
The young, the old, the brave and the bold
Came their duty to fulfill
At the parish church in Clooney
A mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours
To hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone
The young ones turning grey
But I met the tailor Quigley
He's as bold as ever still
Sure, he used to make me britches
When I lived at Spancil Hill
I paid a flying visit
To my first and only love
She's as white as any lily
And gentle as a dove
And she threw her arms around me
Saying: "Johnny I love you still"
Ah, she's Ned the farmer's daughter
And the pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her
As in the days of yore
Ah, Johnny you're only joking
As many's the time before
Then the cock crew in the morning
He crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California
Many miles from Spancil Hill
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10. |
Mary from Dungloe
04:17
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Oh then fare thee well sweet Donegal, the Rosses and Gweedore
I'm crossing o’er the main ocean where the foaming billows roar
It breaks my heart from you to part where I spent many happy days
Farewell to kind relations, I am bound for Amerikay
Oh then Mary you're my heart's delight, my pride and only care
It was your cruel father who would not let me to stay here
But absence makes the heart grow fond, and when I am over the main
May the Lord protect my darling girl, 'till I return again
Oh I wish I was in sweet Dungloe and seated on the grass
And by my side a bottle of wine, and on my knee a lass
I'd call for liquour of the best, and I'd pay before I'd go
And I'd roll my Mary in my arms, in the town of sweet Dungloe
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11. |
The Narrowback
03:00
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12. |
The Golden Door
04:24
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Patrick Clifford New York, New York
Patrick Clifford is an Irish-American musician, songwriter, and producer.
He performs and
records Irish traditional standards; skillfully crafted original songs and compositions; and discerning covers of contemporary Irish and American songwriters such as Pete St. John, Bob Dylan, and Bruce Springsteen.
Read more:
www.patrickclifford.com/clifford/about/
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