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She Moved Through the Fair

December 18, 2012 - Author: abbie

She Moved Through the Fair

Filed in: She Moved Through the Fair
She Moved Through the Fair
 

Irish Traditional
Arrangement by Jennifer Mylod

My young love -said to me -my Mother won’t mind
And my Father won’t slight you, for your lack of kind…
Then she stepped away from me – and this she did say,
It will not be long, love – till our wedding day…

And then she stepped away from me –
and she moved through the fair, 
And fondly I watched her – move here and move there…
And then she – turned homeward, and with one star still awake,
Like a swan in the evening – moves over the lake…

Well last night I dreamed – she came to me – that she came softly in,
That so softly she came… that her feet – they made no din…
Then she layed her hand on me – and this she did say…
“Oh Darlin, it will not be long now, ’til our – wedding day…
Darlin it will not be long love… ’til our – wedding day”

 

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As I Roved Out

- Author: abbie

As I Roved Out

17/01/07 13:18 Filed in: As I Roved Out
As I Roved Out
Irish TraditionalArrangement by Jennifer Mylod
Oh and who are you, my pretty fair maid
Who are you, me honey?
Who are you, my pretty fair maid
And who are you, me honey?
She answered me quite modestly:
“I am me Mother’s darling”.chorus: With a too-ry-ah
Fol-de-diddle-da
Di-re fo-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh.

Oh and will you come to me Mother’s house,
When the moon is shining clearly (repeat)
I’ll open the door and I’ll let ya in
And divil ‘o one will hear us… chorus

So he went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly (repeat)
Shc opened the door and she let him in
And divil the one did hear them… chorus

Well she took his horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led it to the stable (repeat)
For there’s plenty of oats for a soldier’s horse,
To eat it if he is able… chorus

Then she took him with her lily-white hand
And she led him to the table (repeat)
For there’s plenty of wine for a soldier boy,
To drink it if he is able… chorus

Well then he got up and made a bed
And I made it nice and easy (repeat)
Then he got up and he laid her down
Saying: Lassie, are ya able?… chorus

So and there they lay till the break of day
And divil a one did hear them (repeat)
Then he arose and put on his clothes
Saying: Lassie, I must leave ya… chorus

Oh and when will you return to me?
And when will we be married? (repeat)
When broken shells make Christmas bells..

We may well be married…. chorus

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Star of the County Down

- Author: abbie

Star of the County Down

17/01/07 13:18 Filed in: Star of the County Down
Star of the County Down
Irish Traditional
Arrang. by Jennifer Mylod

Near to Banbridge town in the County Down
One morning in July,
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen,
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so neat, from her two white feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair.
Sure the coaxing elf, I’d to shake myself
To be sure I was standing there.

From Bantry Bay – to Derry Quay,
And from Galway to Dublin town,
There’s no maid I’ve seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped, sure I shook my head,
And I gazed with a feeling – quare.
And I said, says I, to a passer-by,
“Who’s the maid with the nut-brown hair?”
He smiled at me, and with pride says he,
“That’s the gem of old Ireland’s crown,
That’s Miss Rosie McGann from the banks of the Bann,
She’s the Star of the County Down.”…………………..chorus

She’d a soft brown eye, and a look so sly
and a smile like a rose in June
And you held each note from her lily white throat
as she lilted an Irish tune
At the pattern dance you were in a trance
as she tripped through a jig or reel
Then her eyes she’d roll she could lift your soul
and your heart she would likely steal………………..chorus

At the harvest fair, she will surely be there,
And I’ll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my hat cocked right and my shoes shone bright
For a smile from the nut-brown rose.
No pipe I’ll smoke, no horse I’ll yoke,
Let the plough with the rust turn brown,
‘Til that smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the Star of the County Down…………………….chorus

 

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