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Introduction:
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[Em] In Banbridge Town in the [G] County [D] Down
One [Em] morning last [D] July,
From a [Em] boreen green came a [G] sweet [D] colleen
And she [Em] smiled as she [D] passed me by. [Em]
She [G] looked so sweet from her [D] two bare feet
To the [Em] sheen of her nut brown [D] hair.
Such a [Em] coaxing elf, sure I [G] shook my [D] self
For to [Em] see I was [D] really [D] there.
Chorus
From [G] Bantry Bay up to [D] Derry Quay and
From [Em] Galway to Dublin [D] Town,
No [Em] maid I've seen like the [G] brown [D] colleen
That I [Em] met in the [D] County {Em] Down.
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I say's, say's I, to a passer-by,
"Whose the maid with the nut brown hair"?
He smiled at me and he says's, say's he,
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
It's Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the star of the County Down".
Chorus
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Ouay and
From Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.
At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
Right for a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.
Chorus / Repeat
Oh [E7] won't you [A] stay, stay awhile
With your [D] own [E] ones. [E7]
Don't ever [A] stray, stray so far
From your [D] own [E] ones.
This old [A] world is so cold. [A7]
Don't care nothin' for your [D] soul
You [E] share with your [A] own ones.
Don't rush away, rush away
From your own ones.
Just one more day, one more day
With your own ones.
For the world is so cold.
Don't care nothin' for your soul
You share with your own ones.
Bridge:
There's a [D] stranger and he's
Standing at your [A] door.
May be your best [D] friend
Might be your [F#m] brother,
You may never [E] know. [E7}
I'm going [A] back, going back
To my own ones.
Back to talk, talk awhile
With my own ones.
For the world is so cold.
Don't care nothing for your soul
You share with your own ones.
Ta Mo Chleamhnas Deanta (My Match It Is Made)
[A7} Ta mo [D] chleamhnas [Bm] deanta o [D] athru [G] areir
S'ni [D] mo na go [Bm] dtaithnioonn an [D] bhean liom [G] fein
Ach [D] fagfaidh me i mo [Bm] dhiaidh i
'gus [D] imeoidh me liom [G] fein
Ar [D] fud na [Bm] gcoillte [A7] craobh [D] ach
[D] A match was a [Bm] made [D] here last [G] night
To a [D] girl I [Bm] neither [D] love nor [G] like
But I'll [D] take my own [Bm] advice
And [D] leave her [G] behind
And go [D] roaming the [Bm] wild woods all [A7] over. [D]
Shiuil mise thoir agus shiuil mise thiar.
Shiuil mise Corcaigh 'gus sraide Bh'l'ath Cliath
Ach samhail de mo chailin deas ni fhaca mise riamh.
'Si an bhean dubh a dhfhag mo chroi craite
Middle Eight (change of key) ED ED ED ED ED ED A7 D
I walked up and I walked down.
I walked Cork, and Dublin, and Belfast towns,
But no equal to my true love could I find.
She's the wee lass that's left my heart broken.
D'eirigh me ar maidin dha uair roimh an la
'gus fuair me litir o mo mhile ghra
Chuala me an smoilin 's an londubh a ra
Gur ealiagh mo ghra thar saile
I got up two hours before day
And I got a letter from my true love.
I heard the blackbird and linnet say
That my love had crossed the ocean.
Intro D A7 D
[A7} On [D] Raglan Road on an Autumn [G] Day,
I [Bm] saw her [A7] first and [D] knew.
That [G] her dark hair would [F#m] weave a [Bm] snare
That [D] I may one day [A7] rue.
I [G] saw the danger, [F#m] yet I [Bm] walked
A [F#m] long the en [Bm]chanted [A7] way
And I [D] said let [F#m] grief be a [D] falling [G] leaf
At the [Bm] dawning [A7] of the day.
On Grafton Street in November,
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The world of passions pledge.
The Queen of Heart's still baking tarts
And I not making hay,
Well I loved too much by such and such
Is happiness thrown away.
I gave her the gifts of the mind.
I gave her the secret sign
That's known to all the artists who have
Known true Gods of Sound and Time.
With word and tint I did not stint.
I gave her reems of poems to say
With her own dark hair and her own name there
Like the clouds over fields of May.
On a quiet where old ghosts meet,
I see her walking now away from me,
So hurriedly my reason must allow.
For I have wooed not as I should
A creature made of clay.
When the angel woos, the clay heel lose
His wings at the dawn of the day.
[D] My [C] young love said to [D] me,
My [C] mother won't [D] mind
And my [C]fat [D] her won't slight you
For [C] your lack of [Am7] kind.
And she [C] stepped [D] away from me
And [C] this she did [Am7] say,
"It [C] will not be [D] long love
Till [C] our wedding [D] day".
She [C] stepped away [D] from me
And she [C] moved [D] through the fair
And slowly I watched her move here
And move there.
She went her way slowly
With one star awake,
As the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake.
I dreamt that last night that,
My young love came in.
So softly she entered,
That her feet made no din.
She came close beside me
And this she did say,
"It will not be long love
Till our wedding day".
Intro A E7 A E7 A D A E7 A D A E7 A
I'll [A] tell me Ma when I go home,
The [E7] boy's won't leave the [A] girls alone.
They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb,
Well [E7} that's alright till I go [A] home.
Chorus
[A] She is handsome. She is [D] pretty.
[A] She is the bell of [E7} Belfast City.
[A] She is courtin' [D] one, two, three.
[A] Please won't you [E7} tell me, [A] who is she?
Albert Mooney say's he loves her.
All the boy's are fighting for her.
They knock at the door and ring at the bell
Sayin' "Oh my true love, are you well"?
Out she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Oul Jenny Murray say's she'll die
If you don't get the fella
With the roving eye.
Let the wind and the rain and hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky,
She's as nice as apple pie.
She'll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own,
She won't tell her Ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
Repeat 1st Verse and Chorus
I [Am] wished I [Dm] had you in [G7] Carrick [Am] fergus,
Only for [Dm] nights in [G7] Bally [C] grand,
I [Am] would swim [Dm] over the [G7] deepest [Am] ocean,
The deepest [Dm] ocean to be [Am] by your [C] side.
But the [G7] sea is [C] wide and I [Dm] can't swim [G7] over
And neither [C] ha [Am] ve I [Dm] wings to [G7] fly.
I [Am] wish I could [Dm] find me a [G7] handy [Am] boatman
To ferry me [Dm] over [G7] to my love and [C] die.
My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy days so long ago.
My boyhood friends and my own relations.
Have all passed on like the melting snow.
Chorus 1
[C] So I'll [G7] spend my [C] days [Am] in [Dm] endless [G7] roving,
Soft is the [C] grass [Am] and my [Dm] bed is [G7] free.
Oh to be [Dm] home now [G7] in Carrick [Am] fergus,
On the long road [Dm] down to the [G7] salty [C] sea.
And in Kilkenny it is reported
On marble stone there as black as ink,
With gold and silver I did support her
But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink.
Chorus 2
I'm drunk today and I'm rarely sober,
A handsome rover from town to town.
Oh but I am sick now and my days are numbered
Come all ye young men and lay me down.
When [G] Lewellen comes around
And he goes through market town
[Am] You'll be on the Celtic Ray,
[G] Are you ready?
[G] When McManus comes around
On his early morning round
[Am] Cryin' "Herrin' Olay"
[G] You'll be on the Celtic Ray.
1st Bridge:
[Am] Ireland, [Em] Scotland, [Am] Brittany, and [Em] Wales,
I can [Am] hear those [Em] ancient [Am] voices calling,
[G] "Children, children"
When the coalbrick man comes round,
On a cold November day
You'll be on the Celtic Ray,
Are you ready?
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2nd Bridge:
Ireland, Scotland, Cornwall and Wales,
I can hear those ancient voices calling,
"Children, children, children".
Listen Jimmy, I wanna go home.
Listen Jimmy I wanna go home.
I've been away from the Ray too long.
Repeat
I've been away from the Ray too long.
In the early mornin', we'll go walkin' where
The light comes shining through
On the Celtic Ray,
Are you ready?
[F] Where [Eb] Lagan [F] streams sing lulla [Eb] bies
There [F] blows a [Bb] lily [F] fair.
[F] The [Eb} twilight [F] gleam is in her [Eb] eye,
The [F] night is [Bb] on her [F] hair.
[F] And like a [Bb] love [F] sick lena [Bb] shee
She hath my [Gm] heart in [C7] thr [F] all.
[Fm] No life have [F] I, no liber [Eb] ty,
For [F] love is [Bb] Lord of [F] all.
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And often when the beetles horn
Has lulled the eve to sleep,
I'll steal into her sheiling lorn
And through the doorway creep.
There on the cricket's singing stone,
She makes the bogwood fire
And sings in sweet and undertone,
The song of hearts desire.
Chorus
[A] Step we gaily on we go,
[D] Heel and heel
And [A] toe for toe,
Arm and arm
And row and row,
[D] All for Marie's [E7] wedding.
[A] Over hillways, up and down,
[D] Myrtle green and [E7] bracken brown,
[A] Past the sheilings through the town
[D] All for the sake of [E7]Marie.
Chorus
[A] Red her cheeks as Rowan's are,
[D] Bright her eyes as [E7] any star.
[A] Fairest of them all by far,
[D] Is our darlin' [E7] Marie.
Chorus
Plenty herring, plenty meal,
Plenty peat to fill her kreel.
Plenty bonnie bairns as well,
That's the toast for Marie.
Repeat Chorus
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